The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1842 Decisive and Ruthless

Theo was completely bewildered; the situation had taken an unexpected and abrupt turn of events, leaving him wondering what had just happened.

Theo looked at Julianne, not pleading for help nor questioning her, but simply looking over, trying to start a conversation again. The vulnerability and loneliness in his eyes spread quickly like smoke and mist, as if veiled by a layer of water mist.

The situation is rather comical, isn't it?
Previously, Julian attempted to engage in dialogue, but Theo refused; now, Julian refuses to engage in dialogue, but Theo is waiting.

The reversal of positions and the cycle of life meant that the two hadn't even had a chance to catch up before they were already drifting apart again.

However, the ski mask gave Theo no time to react; a black sack was already over Theo's head, ruthlessly severing all affection.

Two photography assistants pulled Emmanuel around the waist, quickly making a 180-degree turn, passing Julianne and then Theo, switching angles to shoot from behind.

Theo: ...

fell into silence.

In the darkness and amidst the rough pulling, Theo suddenly came to his senses. It was because he had refused to talk that the conversation was now interrupted, which was perfectly normal.

Although he didn't know his future, he had no way of predicting Julianne's next move, and he wasn't even sure if his life would end today.

But he gave up, gave up speaking, gave up talking, gave up struggling, released all his strength, and let the ski mask drag him backward.

Perhaps, this is the best ending.

So Theo did not resist and was very obedient and cooperative.

The ski masks pulled Theo along, almost like dragging a bag of potatoes, quickly approaching the camera behind them.

With the help of two camera assistants, Emmanuel stood up straight, and the camera slowly rose, maintaining a steady pace, capturing everything that was happening before his eyes.

Then, the ski mask dragged Theo to Emmanuel, naturally passing by them and under the camera, disappearing from the frame.

The harsh, scraping sound of footsteps echoed in the air, a chaotic, relentless cacophony that tormented the ears, fading into the distance yet never ceasing. Theo's struggles and resistance were completely imperceptible; a silent fear of death permeated the audio, an unseen image that remained ever-present.

Another form of torture.

Emmanuel felt a chill run down his spine, but he controlled himself, focusing his attention completely, with Julian the only person in his sight and ears.

Cold-blooded and ruthless, calm and collected.

Julie quietly watched Theo walk away into the distance—

Theo did not resist; she noticed.

An unnamed fire reignited, even breaking free of control. Today, we can see Julianne's first true "loss of composure," because Theo refused to help, because Theo ultimately refused to communicate, and most importantly, because Theo refused to resist.

Like Theo, he was cowardly, decadent, fragile, and easily broken, yet self-righteous.

He considered himself superior to others, so much so that he was unwilling to risk his life for saving others or struggling for his own, adopting an attitude of being ready to die.

All sorts of things surged and burned in the air.

Julianne was silent for a moment, a second, then two seconds.

Then, watching Theo's legs being dragged away, Julianne finally couldn't control herself, and the moment she spoke, her sarcasm was blatantly revealed.

Do you know what tinnitus is?

"That sound, a buzzing sound..."

Julianne even mimicked Theo's tinnitus from the coffee shop explosion perfectly, saying, "It's the sound of dying ear cells, like a swan's lament."

"Once they all disappear, you'll never hear that frequency again. Cherish it while you can."

Sharp, incisive, and slightly out of control.

This isn't the Julian we've known since her debut, but rather... the Julian Theo knows, who has inadvertently revealed her true form.

Emmanuel held his breath, and the camera lens focused entirely on Julianne. If the audio was reminding Theo of his presence, then the visuals needed to emphasize Julianne's presence. Julianne was also trying to erase Theo's presence in the audio. This was Emmanuel's main task.

The camera continues to rise.

Slowly, steadily, and at a constant speed, ascend gradually, moving backward as you go, ensuring Julian remains in the center of the frame.

This time, Julian didn't move, remaining standing still. So when the camera zoomed out and up, Julian's figure began to shrink, while the surrounding space gradually expanded.

From close-up to medium shot, and still not stopping.

Right behind Emmanuel, a crane camera hidden on the other side of the checkered wooden house appeared, seamlessly connecting with Emmanuel's hands. Another camera connected the footage, continuing to pull back and up, transforming the medium shot into a long shot, and finally into a full shot, gradually opening up the space.

Finally, we can see that Julianne stands at the golden ratio point of a cross, and the composition of her personal photography and the surrounding space becomes part of the cross.

So, is this... Jesus?
Just as Jesus was crucified and sacrificed himself, the scene at this moment foreshadows Julianne's fate; she must sacrifice herself.

Behind the monitor, Alfonso held his breath, staring intently at the screen until the golden ratio was perfectly composed, the camera froze, and Julian's voice and Theo's noise lingered in the space, but then all of that calmed down in an instant.

Thump, thump.

My heart was pounding wildly, and an indescribable, wonderful emotion instantly filled my chest, like an ever-expanding cotton candy. Sweetness seeped into my internal organs through my pores until I could no longer control myself and my voice burst out of my throat.

"Card."

Alfonso thought he was screaming and shouting, but the voice that came out sounded unusually calm.

God is my witness, he was already roaring at the top of his lungs, but who knew the effect of it coming out of his throat... was that all?
Alfonso felt a little embarrassed. He took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at the other end of the space, where Scarlett and Emmanuel were standing, and Anson, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state. The director's sense of satisfaction and happiness reached its peak at this moment.

"Perfect."

Alfonso said.

His words remained calm, and his screams remained calm, but he tried his best to express his emotions through words themselves.

"Everything is perfect, thank you."

From the bottom of my heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire crew erupted in incredulous screams. A tidal wave of heat engulfed Alfonso. He hunched his shoulders and trembled, terrified by the unbelievable scene before him. His first instinct was to cover his ears.

Ahhh! Ahhh!
fanaticism.

Screams, shouts, cheers, and thunderous applause filled the air. The entire crew held their breath, their bodies stiff with tension, trying to remain calm, lest any slight movement disrupt the filming atmosphere. Now, they were finally able to release their emotions, like a volcano erupting.

Boom, boom boom boom.

The entire attic and the entire building began to shake, a collective frenzy erupted.

(End of this chapter)