forty five:
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen didn't chat for too long, and they were called by the director to try out the scene and then started filming.
In the quiet room, Yan Qingchi had already entered the role of Meng Luo, sitting on the sofa, looking at the man in front of him, he asked, "Drink water?"
Jiang Mochen, no, it should be He Yu, who was staring at him seriously at this time, with a calm tone, "No need."
Meng Luo just poured himself a cup.
They sat down across the tea table, Meng Luo's expression was very relaxed, and his voice was pleasant, "Do you have anything to do with me?"
Contrary to him, He Yu had a serious face, "Where were you on the night of September 30th?"
"I'm with my classmates."
"singing?"
"right."
"Hongguang Road?"
"right."
"Why did you choose such a time to go to the ktv on Hongguang Road to sing?"
"Because it happened to be a holiday on November 1, everyone wanted to relax, and we went there because the ktv was the cheapest."
He Yu raised the corner of his lips, his tone was gentle, but his words were firm, his eyes were sharp, his expression was a little cold, he said, "You are lying."
Meng Luo looked at him in astonishment and innocently, as if he didn't understand why he said that.
His eyes are very clean, reflected in He Yu's eyes, like a spring, He Yu is looked at by such innocent and pure eyes, He Yu can only sigh in his heart: at such a young age, his mind is so deep.
He said in a deep voice, "You chose that place only to get close to Xu Jiao."
Xu Jiao was the third deceased.
He looked at Meng Luo, and slowly laid out the evidence he had collected bit by bit.
Hearing this, Meng Luo didn't change his expression. He just lowered his head and took a sip of water, and said calmly, "This is just your guess."
He was too calm and composed, but this kind of calm was abnormal.
"Before Xu Jiao died, the murderer's skin flakes were left in her nails. You can go back to the game with me to have a test to see if it's the same."
Meng Luo glanced at him, took another sip of water, and said in a calm tone, "What does the same prove?"
"What do you think? Meng Luo."
Meng Luo smiled, his gentle appearance was very nice, he put down the glass in his hand, and said in a clear tone, "He Yu, you are very smart, you are smarter than anyone else I have ever met."
Jiang Mochen clearly felt that Yan Qingchi's temperament had changed.
He looked at him, "Stop pretending?"
Meng Luo still smiled lightly, "It's no fun to pretend anymore, is it?"
He leaned back slightly, looked straight at He Yu, his eyes were full of contempt and pride.
That was a different Meng Luo that He Yu had never seen before.
He said, "You're right, I killed her, I killed them."
"You use Zhou Fang to treat him as your pawn to help you kill people. At the same time, you also become your umbrella, hiding yourself behind the truth and watching all this quietly. Poor Zhou Fang still feels that you are just a An ignorant, innocent, defenseless student."
"Yeah, so he's stupid, I don't use him, I'm sorry God sent him to me."
"Why?" He Yu asked him, "Why did you kill your father, isn't he your biological father?"
Meng Luo was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and did not speak. His mood was very quiet, he lowered his head, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, covering him with a layer of loneliness and melancholy. He sat in a daze for a while, then slowly got up, his face was expressionless, but it made people feel indifferent and arrogant. He looked at He Yu, then stretched out his hand, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
His fingers are slender and fair, very pretty.
His eyes were calm, and then he turned his back and slowly took off the shirt from his shoulders. He didn't take off all of it, but took off half of it, but this was enough to make He Yu astonished, — on his back On the pale skin, there were scars, scars of different shades caused by different methods.
Meng Luo's voice reached his ears softly and cleanly, "Those children only stayed with them for a year or two, and they became like that. So, what about me who was brought up by him?"
He tilted his head slightly, looked at He Yu, with raised eyebrows and a slight smile, and said, "I, since I was conscious, I have been thinking about a question, why should I live? But later I didn't Think about it," his smile deepened, reflected by the sunlight shining through the window, bright and gorgeous, "because," he said softly, "I began to think, why is he alive?"
He Yu felt for a moment that he had been hit hard. He looked at the young man in front of him, but at that moment, he didn't say a word.
Meng Luo stayed on the spot, buttoned the button again silently, turned around to face He Yu again, raised the water glass, and looked down at the policeman in front of him who represented justice and the rule of law. He drank the water and asked gently. Said, "Are you here to catch me?"
He Yu said slowly, "Yes."
"It's not shameful to be arrested by you." He said softly, "It's just that you don't know me too well."
He Yu sensed the danger from these words, he looked at the boy in front of him who had lost his introverted and silent appearance, hiding blood dripping under a gentle smile, suddenly focused his gaze on the glass in his hand, and snatched it away .
Not sure, he asked, "What did you do?"
"He Yu," Meng Luo looked at him, his whole body bursting with the publicity and spirit of a young man. He looked at him with uncontrollable arrogance and contempt in his eyes. He said, "I won't let myself be controlled by others again. Now, from the time I was an adult at the age of 18, I told myself that I would never let myself be manipulated by others."
He sat down slowly, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like he was in charge of the overall situation.
He Yu approached him, gritted his teeth and asked him, "What did you do? What are you going to do?"
"What do you think?"
He Yu gritted his teeth, and the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He reached out and took out his mobile phone to dial 120, but just after the call was connected, Meng Luo calmly said: "It's useless, there is no time for that."
He Yu stretched out his hand and wanted to open his jaw to help him vomit. But it was too late, because Meng Luo had already started to react, his face turned pale and his hands began to tremble.
He Yu stretched out his hand to help him, and said bitterly, "Why are you doing this!"
Meng Luo fell on his arm, his eyes could not be opened anymore, he wanted to say that he was born to despise this world, so he would not let this world humiliate him. He wanted to say that he had read Tagore's words when he was young: Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. He is destined not to bloom like summer flowers in this life, so he only hopes to wither like autumn leaves.
But he couldn't speak anymore, he closed his eyes, and left this world quietly without struggling.
He Yu looked at the breathless young man in his arms, if he ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth, he would seem to be asleep. At that moment, He Yu had mixed feelings in his heart. He used to feel that this quiet and introverted boy was pitiful, and he also felt that this thoughtful executioner was scary, but now, he closed his eyes forever, and his face was calm, just like his usual It feels the same, so youthful and harmless.
The loss of every life makes He Yu sad. The duty of the police is to save as many lives as possible, not to watch it wither in front of him.
He Yu gently lifted him up, put him on the sofa, and then called his team members.
"Cut." Director Wang was very satisfied, "Yan Qingchi, you did a good job this time."
Yan Qingchi just got up from the sofa, spit out the plasma in his mouth, and smiled at Director Wang, "Thank you Director."
Jiang Mochen was still immersed in the emotions in the play, seeing him sitting up and looking at him with a smile at this moment, he was a little stunned for a moment, but he was stunned.
Because it was focused on shooting Meng Luojia's scene, the next few scenes are still related to Yan Qingchi. Yan Qingchi looked at the scenes that had been crossed out in his play, and only felt that according to this progress, the filming would be concentrated, and he estimated that it would be finished in a few days. When he thought of this, he felt a little bit reluctant for a moment, and he didn't know whether it was because of this role or certain people.
He was feeling melancholy, so Guan Mei sent a message, telling him that the drama would be finished in a week and he would seamlessly join "Let's Fight!" friend! ", the variety show, and join the crew of "Cotton Candy" in the middle of next month.
Yan Qingchi looked at the words "Cotton Candy", and his hands trembled, "Idol drama?" he asked.
"Yes." Guan Mei replied to him, "IP adaptation, you play the male second, the character design is good, the male lead and you also know each other, old friends."
Yan Qingchi was a little confused now, did he know him? Or an old friend? "Who is it?"
"Wei Lan." Guan Mei was straightforward.
Yan Qingchi was speechless for a moment, he thought for a while, and apart from Jiang Mochen and his family, he seemed to have known and chatted with Wei Lan for a few days.
"Does Wei Lan know?" He asked.
"I don't know, you can ask him."
Forget it, Yan Qingchi can already imagine what Wei Lan's expression will be when he finds out, he probably will go out laughing with his head up to the sky, put his waist down and tell him Feng Shui turns, you have today too! Come, Yan Qingchi, wash Dad's feet!
So, "Why did you choose this drama?"
"Why else? Of course, it's because the drama can be seen by the naked eye!" Guan Mei analyzed to him, "Now there are only a few people in the circle who can take the lead in selling dramas, and Wei Lan is one of them. This kind of IP adaptation, There are regular book fans, so investors are willing to invest, and TV stations are willing to buy, and idol dramas are easy to get stars, and it is easy to shape the characters, and the dramas are popular. You don’t just need popularity now, and acting like this is the most suitable.”
Yan Qingchi saw that she had typed such a long string of texts, and replied, "ok, got it."
"That's it, I'll pick you up then."
"it is good."
Yan Qingchi put away the phone, deeply feeling that he was really about to finish.
During dinner in the afternoon, Yan Qingchi told Jiang Mochen that he was about to finish. Jiang Mochen knew that he was about to finish when he told him the next work arrangement before, but now he said from Yan Qingchi's mouth that he was about to finish the two things. He was inexplicably dazed at the word, and then said: "It's almost time, you have less than a month to sign this movie."
"Guan Mei accepted a variety show and idol drama for me."
"I know, I've seen it."
Yan Qingchi sighed, "I'm not used to changing places all of a sudden."
Hearing this, Jiang Mochen teased and said, "Why, you can't bear to part with me?"