My Healing Games

Chapter 56 The Most Perfect Protagonist

"Actor's physical training?"

Li Xue heard a new term and found herself becoming increasingly curious about Han Fei.

He dreams of becoming a comedian, but his role in a thriller leads him to discover clues to a series of murders.

She looks gentle and even somewhat frail, but her physical and mental strength is extremely strong, as if she has personally experienced hellish trials.

Li Xue works in criminal investigation and has seen all sorts of strange people, but she has never met anyone like Han Fei before.

"Don't use what I've taught you casually, and especially don't use it on people's vital points. If you encounter danger, your first choice should still be to call the police." Seeing that Han Fei was still practicing diligently, as if he was really preparing to apply what he had learned in practice, Li Xue quickly reminded him.

"kindness."

“You don’t need to be too nervous. The police have increased the number of officers around here.” Watching Han Fei repeat the training seriously over and over again, Li Xue didn’t disturb him any further: “I’m leaving now. I will let you know as soon as there are any new developments in the case.”

"Okay." Han Fei continued practicing, trying to train these skills into instincts so that he could better survive in the perilous underworld.

At noon, Han Fei casually prepared some food at home. Even when he was eating, he would always have a book next to him on the dining table.

He used all the time he used to spend watching short videos and playing normal games to study criminal investigation, counter-surveillance, and counter-tracking. In order to survive, he became an extremely studious person.

Swaying in the ocean of knowledge, Han Fei felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment. This joy was different from the fleeting excitement; it was lasting and purposeful.

"You must work hard quietly, and then amaze all those who want to kill you."

Around 3 PM, Han Fei received a call from Jiang Yi, who wanted to have a serious talk with him.

To be honest, for a director to treat an obscure actor like this, it already shows that he values ​​him a lot.

Around four o'clock, Han Fei arrived at the filming location of "Flowers of Evil" on North Street. The victims' families were still gathered outside the apartment building, but this time they did not act impulsively. They simply held up banners and protested silently, while others filmed videos nearby.

"Grandpa, the investigation into the human body puzzle pattern has been restarted, and the results should be available soon. You're getting old; standing like this all the time won't be enough for your body." Han Fei had received care from Wei Youfu in the game, so in reality, he wanted to take better care of Wei Youfu's elderly father.

The father and son are actually very similar in personality; they are both persistent and kind-hearted people.

“I know your intentions, but this is all I can do for Youfu.” The old man grasped Han Fei’s shoulder, his somewhat cloudy eyes filled with complex emotions. He seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he just sighed: “Thank you, young man, I really like your portrayal of Youfu.”

Han Fei once shielded the victims' families from a bucket full of blood plasma with his back, and some of the victims' families also regarded him as one of their own.

"The murderer will definitely be brought to justice, I promise you." Han Fei was just an actor, and to passersby, he had nothing to do with the case. But for some reason, the victims' families felt that Han Fei's words had a strange persuasive power.

Their gazes towards Han Fei softened, as if they could vaguely see the figures of the victims in him.

Upon entering the filming location, the production assistant led Han Fei to a room on the second floor.

As soon as the door was opened, thick smoke billowed out.

Jiang Yi sat with several other middle-aged men, and several versions of scripts were laid out on the table between them.

"Xiao Han, the screenwriter and I revised the script overnight. You have a good relationship with the victim's family, so I'd like you to persuade them on some of the more controversial parts." The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the two screenwriters were practically scratching their heads off. Revising it again and again was indeed a very troublesome thing.

"Let me persuade them?"

“This is the greatest respect I can show to the victims’ families. If they still disagree, then I have no choice but to proceed with the filming.” Jiang Yi also has his own difficulties: “Although I am the director, this film is not something I can decide on my own.”

Han Fei picked up the script on the table and started reading. The beginning was great, and the investigation process was basically in line with reality, but it became more and more outrageous as it went on.

"The victim's family will not agree to this script, and I can't possibly use it to persuade them." Han Fei threw the script on the table. "The complexity of the human body puzzle is far beyond your imagination. Instead of making things up like this, you should study that case properly."

"How do you know we haven't done our research? It's easy for you to talk when you're not in the situation." The middle-aged screenwriter, who was balding, stubbed out his cigarette. "Director Jiang, I've revised the script so many times, I've done everything I could. There's no requirement in our contract that the script needs the consent of the victim's family."

“Yeah, just film it like this. What are we making movies for? To solve cases? To expand our influence? Don’t be ridiculous, let’s make money first.” Another screenwriter stood up, ready to leave.

“Director Jiang, screenwriters, I know it’s been hard for you to keep revising the script, and I know you’ve already made a lot of concessions. If it were another production team, they probably wouldn’t care about the feelings of the victims’ families at all. You’ve actually done a great job.” Han Fei opened the window of the small house to let the wind blow away the thick smell of smoke inside. “But why can’t you wait a little longer? This drama will soon have a real ending.”

"Why are we waiting for the real ending? Will the audience like the real ending? Do you know what the market is? Do you know the positioning and target audience of our show?" The balding screenwriter picked up his coat and walked towards the door, reaching out to push Han Fei aside.

"I don't know what the market is, but I know that debts must be repaid and murderers must pay with their lives." Han Fei stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the screenwriter's neck and ribs.

The icy look that flashed in his eyes made the screenwriter hesitate to lower his raised hand, and he ended up awkwardly dusting off the dust on his shoulder.

"Director Jiang, if you think movies are just a tool to make money, then it doesn't matter how you make them, but I won't participate in such movies." Han Fei stated clearly: "Although many people think I'm just an extra, a background actor, or a flop, I consider myself an actor, and I'm currently participating in a movie that absolutely cannot be a mistake."

After Han Fei finished speaking, he left the cabin. Director Jiang watched Han Fei's retreating figure and took out his phone.

His gaze lingered between the production manager and the lead actor, Ah Cheng, for a long time. In the end, instead of calling Ah Cheng to come back and participate in the film according to the original script, he called the production manager.

"Sister Long, could you give me a few more days?"

"More time? How much time have I already given you? Now the lead actor is boycotting the show, the victim's family is causing trouble, and there are constant negative reports online. I'm having a really tough time too!"

"Three days! Give me three more days! I've found a new lead actor. In terms of both character and acting skills, he far surpasses Ah Cheng. Most importantly, he truly has the aura of someone investigating a murder case! He's simply the perfect lead actor in my mind!"

(End of this chapter)