Chapter 115 "Rain in the Day" (Seventeen)

"Yes, Teacher Qin is very strong." The leader of the props team was also nearby. "The outer packaging of the blood bag is still a bit thick, so you need to use more force to pierce it."

Qin Jue nodded, his muscles were numb and painful, and the color on his face did not change.

She turned her knuckles against the handle of the knife, held the tip of the knife, and handed it to the props team leader.

The experiment was successful and the supporting characters needed to be replaced with new blood pack devices and costumes. Qin Jue took off his plastic coat and returned to the kitchen.

The crew of "Rain in the Day" has always tried both ways. Here they are testing the knife, and there the female extra who plays the deceased is already lying on the ground in disheveled clothes, just behind the sofa. She can't be seen when standing in the entrance hall, so she has to move forward a little. It takes two steps to get a clear view.

Although she only appeared on screen for two or three seconds, He Xu still asked the extras to stay in place and remain motionless throughout the entire scene in order to eliminate the possibility of any background distraction.

Considering that the exposed area of ​​​​the lower body is relatively large, the actress was covered with a coat to protect her privacy and avoid catching a cold.

Actors have always been so hard. Since it was for acting, Qin Jue didn't think there was anything wrong. He maintained Mo Sen's posture and aura and passed her without looking away.

After a while, the supporting character who had relocated the blood bag walked into the house. There was a photographer standing in the innermost corner of the entrance, taking a long shot of the ordinary employee from opening the door to locking it and then walking out of the entrance.

As he performed this sequence, Mawson in the living room had just put down the dead hostess and pulled up her trousers.

So, the two of them had a face-to-face meeting, and before the ordinary staff could react, Mohsen got up and walked to the kitchen.

…

"Uh, you, you..."

The clerk who walked into the living room froze on the spot, looking at his wife lying on the ground in surprise, and then at Mawson who stood up.

Cheating?

lover?

The middle-aged employee with an honest and kind face was very confused. After all, who would have thought that this was a real dangerous person and a murderer?

The thin Mohsen came out holding a kitchen knife.

The clerk's gaze shifted from his face to his knife. The scene was subtly frozen for a second or two, as if time had stopped.

Suddenly, the clerk turned around and ran backwards, and Mawson followed behind with extremely quick reaction.

Wow! Wow!

In the panic, the employee couldn't open the door that he habitually locked. Mawson, who had already caught up with him, held the kitchen knife tightly with both hands and plunged it into his waist!

…

The supporting actor who played the role of an ordinary employee screamed and twisted in pain. Qin Jue stabbed him viciously several times. The back of his shirt was stained with red blood. The supporting actor grabbed the door handle and slowly slid to the ground. Then, Qin Jue Jue grabbed his shoulder, held the knife with one hand, and stabbed him again in the chest——

Naturally, this poke did not hit the real thing, and it landed less than two centimeters away. The actor was frightened by her momentum and literally collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

He Xu looked at the real-time monitor outside the house and was about to pick up the intercom and call "card" when he saw Qin Jue holding a knife and leaving the entrance hall naturally and walking back.

"Keep shooting."

He Xu hesitated for a second before making a decisive decision.

There was a cameraman in the blind corner of the entrance hall and in the back corner of the sofa in the living room. In their lenses, Qin Jue, holding a knife, slowly walked back, put the knife on the coffee table, and yawned.

She touched her belly, walked into the kitchen with a sad expression, and rummaged through the cabinets.

Then, while yawning, he took out a bag of dried noodles, added water, poured the noodles, and turned off the heat.

?

Tang Ting was also beside the monitor, his head full of questions.

The screen seemed to have turned into a cooking show. The thin-bodied Mohsen was not very skilled in cooking the noodles. After they were cooked, he lifted the stainless steel pot with some difficulty and poured the noodles on the plate.

Then he held the plate, chopsticks in his mouth, and a bottle of ketchup in his other hand, sat down at the dining table, and started eating noodles.

Tang Ting wanted to laugh a little at first, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of He Xu's solemn expression, and with a chuckle, he gradually came back to his senses.

Wait, that's... so scary.

Mo Sen here just killed someone!

A big living person, an ordinary innocent person, was killed casually. But Mo Sen, who had just finished killing someone, just put down the knife without washing his hands. He felt his stomach and felt hungry, so he went Is the kitchen cooking?

Tang Ting felt that someone had suddenly stuffed a large handful of snow into his back collar, which was chilly to the bone and made his hair stand on end.

A murderer who commits crimes as if he were a common occurrence...

Qin Jue was still slurping the noodles with a calm expression. He even choked in the middle and went to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

As Tang Ting watched, he gradually felt nauseated subconsciously.

too horrible……

Try to think about it, you spent an ordinary working day, left the company and went home, only to find that there was a man you didn't know at home. When you looked on the ground, your wife who was still smiling at you when you left the house in the morning had been raped and murdered. , dead bodies on the spot, but the man just glanced at you and rushed over with a knife!

You were killed like this!

Where is the warning? Where is the defense?

Who would have thought that on an ordinary day, opening the door of the house would lead to such an unexpected disaster? !

What's more, after killing two people one after another, the murderer still used things naturally, eating and drinking calmly, without any guilt or fear, as if he just killed two flies casually and he was the master of the house. Same……

Tang Ting was sweating coldly as he watched. Finally, Qin Jue's noodles on the monitor were finished, and He Xu also shouted "stuck".

The old man left his seat with a satisfied look on his face and walked towards the performance area.

Tang Ting and the director of photography, who stayed in place, looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"It's over, I don't even dare to go home anymore..."

The director of photography rubbed his arms, his face full of words.

Tang Ting wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and nodded vigorously with deep feeling.

…

"Ah, Director He."

Qin Jue blinked slowly, "What's wrong?"

If there is another one, the old man can just say it over the intercom, there is no need to come in person.

"Why are you cooking noodles?" He Xu asked.

Qin Jue looked at him confused, as if He Xu had asked a particularly common sense question.

"I'm hungry."

Yes, when you are hungry, look for food.

The logic is simple.

He just killed someone.

Qin Jue's answer made the two photographers in the room feel horrified.

It's just murder, what's wrong?

You were hungry after killing people, so you went to eat?

This is a living Mo Sen, a Mo Sen who has been completely transformed into a terrible ghost in the world after psychological distortion.

This kid...

It was clear that Qin Jue's dazed and innocent look was very eye-catching, but He Xu looked at her with more kindness.

A good actor can bring countless fresh inspirations to the director.

"Intermission." He Xu looked around and ordered, "Call Xiao Mu over."

Qin Jue barely recovered from the state of the early apocalypse. The sting of electricity still lingered in her body. She reluctantly raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow.

"Director He, are you going to change the script again?" she asked.

He Xu said "Yeah" noncommittally, and seeing the tiredness on her face, he said, "It's been a long time, so go and have a rest next to her."

Qin Jue nodded in agreement, stood up and walked out of the house.

Zhang Ming, who had been waiting outside, rushed up with a blanket and put it on her carefully.

"It's not bad to have an assistant."

Qin Jue sighed lazily and in a low voice, sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Brother Qin?"

"Don't let others in." Qin Jue ordered after getting into the nanny car. He changed out of his costume behind the curtain, lay down on the seat in his pajamas, picked up his coat and covered himself tightly.

She touched the combat uniform, and the current net was suddenly removed. The extreme contrast stimulated her whole body to convulse violently, and her clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.

"Brother Qin?!"

Under Zhang Ming's exclamation, Qin Jue lifted up his coat and stood up, holding his stomach and vomiting all the noodles in the trash can he handed over in time.

"It's okay." She took Zhang Ming's tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, then lied casually, "Excessive muscle reduction, hyperthyroidism syndrome."

After a few minutes of slowing down, the current can be turned on again.