In a studio filled with various strange metal equipment and many paints, Wu Sheyue sat lazily on the sofa, but her eyes were very carefully looking at the visitor in front of her.
The other person was wearing a straight suit and looked back at Wu Sheyue with a gentleman's smile.
Wu Sheyue's eyes glanced at a stack of photos on the table. In the photo was a fat man with sinister features.
"You want to become this person?"
"yes."
"The difference is a bit big." Wu Sheyue said casually, looking reluctant.
"The famous ghost hand in the circle seems to be in trouble yet. I believe you will find a way, please don't deal with me."
The other party still smiled tepidly. Seeing Wu Sheyue's unkind expression, he consciously added: "Oh, this is a request from above. You should understand."
When Wu Sheyue mentioned "the boss", her disgust was almost written on her face. She picked up the photo and said coldly: "In that case, I'll agree to it first. I'll just take the few shabby photos you took. If There’s nothing I can do if you can’t achieve the best results. If the mission really fails, don’t blame it on me.”
There was a faint smile on the man's lips, "It doesn't matter, even if you say that, I believe you are just trying to get rid of me."
Wu Sheyue stood up and walked to the dressing room nearby, and the man followed him consciously.
After entering the house, Wu Sheyue glanced at him sideways and said, "Take off your clothes."
The man obediently began to undress until only his underwear was left, and then sat down in front of the makeup mirror.
Wu Sheyue crossed her arms and looked at the man's face and body. After a moment, she seemed to know what to do. He turned around and opened the pen holder in front of the makeup mirror, and took out the bald hood, paint box, glue and white prosthesis from the cabinet on the side.
About four hours later, the man who was originally a very gentleman became fat and obscene under Wu Sheyue's make-up.
He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his appearance carefully, and sighed: "Guishou was really humble just now. Such skills are enough to deceive those people. But how long can this makeup last?"
Wu Sheyue had already walked to the sink to wash her hands. She replied casually: "That depends on how long you want to persist."
The man glanced sideways at Wu Sheyue, who had her back turned to him. His eyes under the special effects makeup became meaningful. "I understand, after completing the mission, how to remove these prostheses on my body."
Wu Sheyue continued to lower her head and rub her hands, and said very indifferently: "If you can still run around alive by then, then come back to remove your makeup. Otherwise, take a bottle of makeup remover with you and solve it yourself. The white one is the thickest and tallest. Bottle, get it on the dressing table."
"Is this it?"
"Read the words on the bottle for yourself." Wu Sheyue was too lazy to look back.
There was no man's voice behind him, probably looking for makeup removal night.
Wu Sheyue looked intently at the paint between her fingernails, and suddenly thought erratically that the tasks given by her superiors during this period were really increasing...
I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a misfortune. I was raised by an organization from a young age, and no matter how hard I tried, my physical fitness was never up to par. The angry boss almost killed her. But later on, I learned a lot about special effects makeup and prop production, which saved my life. Now he won't be kicked out and silenced, and he can still live here and have some peace of mind.
But... after living like this for a long time, she felt like she was assimilating with those scary and weird props, and suddenly she hated this kind of life...
Just as Wu Sheyue was thinking, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body and felt a cold wind blowing behind her. She had never been attacked in the studio before. Wu Sheyue quickly grabbed the drawing knife on the sink and turned around with a vertical slash.
But before the blunt knife could be extended, her wrist was pinched. Wu Sheyue wanted to turn around completely, but her knees were pressed down by the opponent's knees. What threatened her right in front of her was the face she had just spent four hours making.
"I've been waiting for you with my knife for a long time. Your reaction speed is really slow." Even though the other person's face was wearing a prosthesis, he still couldn't hide his cold eyes. Those eyes were staring at him. Wu She Yue felt as if he was a dying prey.
"What are you doing!" Having been exposed to death for many years, Wu Sheyue felt a strong, imminent danger from this killer.
As soon as she finished shouting, there was a sudden sharp pain in her chest, and a knife used to cut the prosthesis was inserted into her body. The pain was so painful that she almost stopped thinking.
The man let go of his hand, and Wu Sheyue slid to the ground.
"It's my fault that you haven't even learned how to hide your emotions after so many years. Your thoughts of escaping always show up so directly. Do you think the boss can't see it..."
Wu Sheyue's consciousness was blurring. The blunt knife inserted into her body was filled with poisonous paint, and her body no longer obeyed her commands. The man leisurely found suitable clothes to put on in the room, and gave Wu Sheyue one last look.
He took out a lighter, lit the cabinet storing miscellaneous items, and walked out of the dressing room.
Wu Sheyue lost consciousness before she could see the blazing fire. (To be continued)