What the hell is Uncle Dong happy about letting you play the role of village committee member?

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The dark yellow plastic bead curtain was suddenly opened.

The evil policeman Stan, played by Ning Feng, walked in slowly.

Spread your hands, hold your head high, and like a performer, wish you a good start!
He even kept his hands outstretched as he walked straight to the corner of the room, where he stood against the wall and shivering in front of the man.

The joy on his face just now turned into calmness in an instant.
He put on a cold, threatening face.

"We said noon."

The man who was trapped in the corner was pale and trembling all over, and he couldn't talk at all.

Ning Feng, on the other hand, glanced at the watch on his wrist.
The hour hand points to the number 12, and the minute hand indicates that one minute has passed.

The time stopped at twelve o'clock and one minute.

"My expression has been like that for a minute."

Ning Feng pointed at the watch in his hand with a serious tone.

This conversation immediately caused confusion among countless netizens.
"!!! What the hell, why are you, a villain, so punctual?!"

"Good fellow, he said he would come to pick up the goods at twelve o'clock, but at twelve-one he started killing people."

"If I remember correctly, before they broke in just now, the clock in the corridor outside didn't show twelve o'clock yet."

"So, you're just giving yourself an excuse to kill people indiscriminately, right? You're a complete beast!"

"A beating heart, trembling hands, and the killing took less than a minute!"

"I would like to call him the model of punctuality of the year. He said he would start at 12 o'clock, and he would start at 12 o'clock! The last character to be born like this was 'The Brother Who Doesn't Eat Beef' played by Ning Feng."

"Did you notice that the piano music accompanying the performance stopped? Does this mean that the effect of Ning Feng's medicine has worn off?"

Amid the discussion among netizens, they once again turned their attention to the live broadcast screen.

In the picture, Ning Feng was still questioning harshly with murderous intent on his face.
The next second, he immediately changed into a relaxed state.

His tense body relaxed and his tone of voice became casual, as if he was discussing a hobby with a friend.

With his left hand on the wall and his right hand on his waist,

"You must not like Beethoven."

Ning Feng pointed with his right hand at the shivering man in the corner.

"You don't know what wonderful things you've missed."

“His opening scene always makes me feel relaxed.”

He spoke in a relaxed tone, with a humorous and frivolous expression.

When he swung his arms, he didn't look like he was going to kill anyone.

But this contrasting and morbid performance style undoubtedly makes the opponent even more horrified.

One second he's killing someone, and the next second he's talking to you neurotically about music and musicians. Who wouldn't be terrified?
Pure madness!
“What powerful music!”

Ning Feng, the evil policeman Stan, was quite emotional when he spoke.
But then, the conversation changed.
"But after that opening paragraph, to be honest..."

Ning Feng frowned suddenly, his expression turned fierce.
"His music started to become fucking boring!"

Then, he smiled again and forced his smile repeatedly to signal the man who was shivering in the corner with pale lips.

"That's why I haven't killed you yet!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Ning Feng spread his hands and laughed. While laughing, his eyes were still staring coldly at the man in front of him, as scary as it could be.

Then, he took a long breath, put his hands on his waist, and said to the men who came in behind him in a very relaxed manner:
"Tear down the house for me."

...In the Chinese audience seats,
Han Ling came to Zheng Ming's side early, and the two of them stared at each other.

They could see the shock in each other's eyes.
"Ning Feng's performance was quite terrifying."

"If it were most actors, their facial expressions and eyes would subconsciously maintain the same feeling when performing."

"When the face is smiling, the eyes are happy."

"If you have a fierce face, your eyes will be fierce."

"Of course, there are exceptions to this rule, such as fake smiles and pretended annoyance."

"But in Ning Feng's performance just now, he was really laughing, laughing from the bottom of his heart, but his eyes were still full of viciousness and gloom!"

"This makes the originally hearty smile seem particularly creepy!"

"And when he showed his fierce expression, his eyes also showed a kind of confusion and emptiness, and he seemed to be indifferent."

"just like……"

Zheng Ming muttered to himself while thinking about the words.

Han Ling, who was standing by, added just the right amount.
"It's like Ning Feng isn't just acting, but is really in the state after taking drugs!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I was just about to say." Zheng Ming slapped his thigh and nodded repeatedly.

"When he acted like you at the cocktail party before, I thought something really happened to him!"

“Whether you are an experientialist or a performer, if you want your performance to be extremely realistic, you need to truly experience and observe the corresponding real situations.”

"Ning Feng's performance is so vivid, either he really took drugs, or he watched a lot of drug addicts."

Han Ling was amazed for a moment.

“But then the problem arises again.”

"According to the inference, Ning Feng must have focused on this aspect of preparation beforehand. Doesn't that mean that he could have anticipated the theme requirements of this performance in advance?"

"Isn't this unreasonable?"

Han Ling pondered over it, but became more and more self-contradictory.

Zheng Ming, who was standing aside, seemed to be thinking about something.
"Or it could be another situation. Ning Feng didn't have any prior preparation. From the story script, performance design, to the performance authenticity, everything was improvised on the spot!"

After these words were spoken, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other, and their pupils suddenly shrank!

If this is true, then it is a bit too outrageous...

In Studio No. 10,

The evil policeman Stan, played by Ning Feng, ordered his men to smash up the entire apartment.
He relaxed his vigilance and walked around the house looking for hidden drugs.

However, before long,
A series of gunshots broke the eerie silence!

boom! !

boom! !

The first two gunshots came from the owner of the apartment, the man who was cornered by Ning Feng and trembling in fear.
The first shot hit the back of the man in the plaid shirt, and blood splattered everywhere.

The second shot grazed Ning Feng's left shoulder and the junction of his arm, and penetrated his outer suit and inner shirt.

Blood is flowing.

Almost at the moment the gun went off, Ning Feng took out a pistol from his arms with his right hand.

But the huge impact of the gunshot still caused him to fall to the ground in the aisle.

One of his men, a man with dreadlocks holding a submachine gun, panicked when he heard the gunshot.

Subconsciously, he pulled the trigger tightly, and the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand began to fire wildly back and forth throughout the apartment!
(End of this chapter)