Disaster Artist

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The whistling sound of the wind blowing the treetops surged in the courtyard, and the bustling and bustling streets behind him drifted away. Even the footsteps that were advancing could not help but lighten up a little. The secret base, but because of the large greenery, can't feel the warmth, and even the air is quiet in the trance.

Guan Zhou never knew that there was such a paradise hidden in Lanchuan's fragrant temples. He walked along the bluestone path in the courtyard and entered another world like this, feeling that his eyes were not enough.

Being in it, Guan Zhou finally understands why the director chose this house. It is true that every corner is full of the director's style.

Like an oasis in the desert.

Slowly approaching the hall, from a distance, Guan Zhou can hear the voices, does the director have other guests?

"...I'm going to try to believe that my husband still loves me, and that this baby, this baby, might really save our marriage..."

Although the director just responded to the doorbell and Guan Zhou was able to come in, it meant that the director knew of his arrival, but subconsciously, he kept his steps lightly, especially realizing that the director might have other guests, and his ears were keen to catch the The sensitivity of the conversation made him even more nervous:

Did you choose the wrong time?

However, the director has already opened the door, so he can't escape from the scene, right? So he could only bite the bullet, and before entering the main entrance of the hall, he could see the light and shadow projected onto a huge screen.

Movie? or video?

In Nuoda's living room, the curtains have been stretched, and the whole room is shrouded in darkness, but it is not the complete darkness in the cinema. It can vaguely outline the scene in the room, but the attention is still involuntarily drawn by the light and shadow. absorb.

Guan Zhou's footsteps stopped at the door, and then you could see above the curtain, a beautiful woman sitting facing the camera, her hands on the desk, as if she was writing a letter or something, her soft hair drooping slightly. The head blew down, outlining a little tenderness.

While recording, talking to himself.

"...but I could be wrong too, because sometimes the way he looks at me makes me feel like...my dream lover, my child's father, my man..."

"It might kill me, he might actually kill me."

The woman's movements stopped slightly, and she couldn't see her expression clearly because she didn't raise her head, but she could vaguely see the silence on that face. There was no panic, no sadness, no panic, and no despair, but peace.

like a vast ocean.

But it was precisely this kind of peace and tranquility that made Guan Zhou shudder. He couldn't help but want to explore more emotions between the woman's eyebrows, but it was in vain.

A piercing coldness erupted from the emptiness of nothing.

Then.

Woman, look up.

His eyes were still calm, and his face was like water. Although he had no special emotions, he was able to firmly grasp Guan Zhou's attention, because...because of his eyes.

The eyes were so calm that there were no waves, revealing a layer of icy and biting silence.

That feeling is like being in the midst of ice and snow, with layers of white snow spreading out under your feet, and then swallowing your body bit by bit as your feet move forward, sinking deeper and deeper, between panic and anxiety. Looking around, I found that the whole world was white, with no reference and no people, which was hopeless.

One look, but said too much, the power bursting out from the inside out, penetrated the big screen, and grabbed the throat.

Right now.

The woman, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. Because of the subtle movement, it was difficult to tell what the intention was, but it seemed... as if she was smiling, she pulled out a shallow arc that seemed to be absent, revealing a little mockery, and then diffused it. A faint **** smell, as if you can see blood in your hands.

murderous look.

Guan Zhou could immediately feel the aura on the woman's body. Although he restrained and restrained himself, the **** aura lingering on his fingertips would not lie.

But why?

Didn't the woman say that her husband might murder her? But why is it that women have murderous aura now? Could it be that women are killing them?

"At this moment, I'm already dead, and I'm so happy."

The woman spoke again, and she could really feel a little relaxed and relieved in the calm words, but there was no sunshine at all, and there was still only a deep ice cold.

"Technically, 'disappearing', and about to be presumed dead, to disappear."

"And my lazy, lying, cheating, forgetful husband is going to jail for murdering me."

Guan Zhou, jaw-dropping, murder? The woman is still alive, so what exactly is murder? Or, is this the woman in her husband's hallucination? However, the content of the words is wrong! What exactly does this mean?

"Wang Si took my pride, my dignity, my hope, my money, and he asked me for anything until I ceased to exist. This is murder! Let him get what he deserves!"

One point, another point, there is a faint hatred in the woman's words - not the kind of gnashing of teeth, but an understatement after the vicissitudes of life, emotional fluctuations still exist objectively, but there is no stormy sea, just quiet. tells an objective fact.

shock.

Guan Zhou shivered, but he couldn't stop, so he hit again.

Compared with the woman in front of him, the "raid" suddenly became warmer. Although they fought and killed, their enthusiasm for daring to love and hate was always on display, and one could really feel the flesh and blood of each individual; however, this woman But pulled away from all emotions and feelings, like a robot-

Just like the fear of artificial intelligence, because in front of the machine, life is just a series of numbers, any killing and destruction have no meaning, no joy or fear, the biting cold completely cut off the temperature of life, this is the only way Really scary place.

At this time ~www.novelmt.com~ Guan Zhou felt like this.

Of course, a woman's mood fluctuates, but it's only the kind where the breeze blows and there are shallow ripples, as if she is using this method to prove that she is still human, but it is precisely because of this that reminds Guan Zhou, She's not an artificial intelligence but a real human being, and that's the scariest part, because—

What about human nature?

However, Guan Zhou's eyes could not be taken away from the woman's eyes. Those calm eyes stared straight at the camera, obviously there were no special turbulence, but they exhausted the intricate emotional surging, which made people want to break That calm, look at the turbulent undercurrent under the lake.

This, what kind of feeling is this?

Words are really indescribable, and he never knew that the performance was so powerful that it was impossible to distinguish the real from the unreal.

Guan Zhou's footsteps were so stiff on the spot, unable to move, and he couldn't even look away from that face for a long time.