I'm a professional villain actor; my fans are begging me not to kill them.

Fan Ye escaped, leaving the police frustrated. Bai Ye's words were like a shot of adrenaline, and everyone's eyes lit up.

"Are you very familiar with him?" Zheng Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"We're really close..." Bai Ye quickly changed his tune after seeing the strange looks in the eyes of the group of police officers. "We're just so-so. He's a temporary worker on our film crew."

"Film crew? Temporary workers?"

Bai Ye left the police completely bewildered; what was all this about?

Crew.

"Officer, this way."

A large group of police officers arrived at the film set and knocked on Dong Ran's door. Dong Ran came out in her pajamas, looking completely bewildered, and saw Bai Ye leading the way for the police.

"It's you, kid..."

"This is our director."

Dong Ran's expression twisted in disbelief as he stared at Bai Ye. "What are you doing? What time is it? What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"

Dong Ran felt a chill run down his spine. Ever since Bai Ye joined the crew, his sleep had become terrible. He had nightmares every night, which made him irritable.

"We are police officers."

"The police can't just barge in for no reason, can they? We haven't done anything wrong."

Dong Ran grumbled and complained that the police were disturbing his sleep.

"Our crew's temporary worker, Brother Wu, is Fan Ye. Officers, come and search him."

Dong Ran's eyes widened in shock, all sleepiness vanished. He flung open the door in a flash, exclaiming, "Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Quick, quick, search already!"

Bai Ye added, "He has a gun."

Dong Ran's face turned pale. She darted behind the police officer, her voice urgent, "What are we waiting for? Arrest him right now!"

The entire crew was alarmed.

"Fan Ye? Angkor?"

"Holy crap!"

"Holy shit!"

"He has a gun? Holy crap!"

"That's incredibly dangerous."

"He even posted these arrest warrants himself!"

"That's perverted!"

"Holy crap, my scalp is tingling!"

The entire crew was stunned. The Angkor man who was busy running around for them was actually Fan Ye, the real-life inspiration for the character in the film. This revelation left them terrified.

Police searched Fan Ye's room and found some of his personal belongings, a pair of worn-out shoes, a recent map, and two tattered pieces of clothing, but nothing else.

A group of people stayed behind to question the crew, while Zheng Yi took Bai Ye away.

"He must have gone here." Bai Ye pointed to a green area on the map, his tone very certain.

Zheng Yi asked curiously, "Why?"

"Fan Ye is a person with strong counter-surveillance capabilities. He deliberately avoids cameras when he walks. He can only escape if he hides in the mountains. I think that's how he escaped before."

Zheng Yi's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"

Bai Ye selectively recounted the "game" they had played last time.

Zheng Yi suddenly realized, "So it was you who provided the clue. Don't worry, I've already applied to mobilize troops to seal off the mountain, but Lazi Mountain is too big, and the search will take time."

Bai Ye lowered his head in thought, "If this guy escapes, he'll definitely come after me."

"What did you do to him?" Zheng Yi asked in surprise.

Bai Ye scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "Uh, I just dragged him along and called Fan Ye a beast for no reason."

Zheng Yi was speechless, staring at Bai Ye for a long time.

"I also went to help catch him; I knew which route he would choose."

Zheng Yi shook his head. "That's impossible. We won't let you take that risk."

Bai Ye asked in surprise, "Who said I was going to take a risk?"

Zheng Yi was stunned: "Huh?"

Bai Ye gave me a look that said, "You don't even understand this?" and reminded me, "Give me five bulletproof vests, a bulletproof helmet, and a few people with bulletproof shields to protect me. Make sure you're completely covered and don't leave any blind spots."

Zheng Yi sighed deeply: "...You're really afraid of dying!"

With five bulletproof vests and a bulletproof shield, even a sniper rifle might not be able to hit Bai Ye, let alone a homemade pistol.

"Believe me, you probably don't know how much he hates me. Yesterday he chased me and fired at least seven or eight shots. Have you ever seen him so violent? Take me with you, I'll provoke him."

After much pleading and cajoling, Zheng Yi reluctantly agreed. Fan Ye had committed numerous crimes, yet he had never been caught, partly because he would flee immediately regardless of whether he succeeded or failed.

It's clearly abnormal for him to be chasing Bai Ye here; his killing intent towards Bai Ye exceeds his rationality.

If properly protected, the White Nights might be able to serve as a surprise attack and help reduce casualties.

Tens of thousands of people were mobilized, and Lazishan was sealed off in layers. The atmosphere in the entire city became heavy, and tension and unease filled the air.

Bai Ye stood on a hillside with a wide view, surrounded by several special police officers holding heavy bulletproof shields. He was wearing five layers of bulletproof vests, making him look like a ball, and a heavy bulletproof helmet on his head, with only his sharp eyes showing.

"This way," Bai Ye commanded.

The entire Spicy Mountain seemed to be imprinted in his mind; he only needed to glance at where it was fastest and where there were the fewest people.

As the encirclement tightened, Bai Ye discovered traces left by Fan Ye; the place was a gloomy graveyard.

Few people usually come here; even adventurous hikers will avoid the cemetery.

Few people usually come here; even adventurous hikers will avoid the cemetery.

Bai Ye reached out and handed over a large megaphone.

"Fan Ye, you piece of trash, come and hit me! What? You're scared? A bandit? Bah! You dare call yourself a bandit? You have to wait outside a bank for ages to rob someone, like a beggar! Aren't you ashamed!"

The police officers holding bulletproof shields looked at Bai Ye with complicated expressions. Although Bai Ye wasn't cursing them, they couldn't help but want to hit him.

"You're nothing but a rat spying on other people's happiness in the gutter, and you call yourself a bandit? Come out and kill me if you dare, you piece of trash!"

There was no movement in the cemetery, as if Fan Ye wasn't there at all.

"From this day forward, the ruthless bandit Fan Ye is offline. Your name will be forgotten. The cowardly Fan Ye, the useless Fan Ye, the rat in the gutter Fan Ye will gradually replace the ruthless bandit. Do you know why?"

Holding a megaphone, Bai Ye shouted with full force, "Because of me, Bai Ye, I will nail Fan Ye to the pillar of shame! From now on, the Fan Ye I portray will be the worst of the worst, a coward, a pathetic idiot who walks in a sleazy way and behaves despicably!"

The police officers glanced sideways, thinking, "Good heavens, how come someone would even insult themselves?"

"Do you know what people in the underworld are saying about you? They call you a stray dog ​​running away with its tail between its legs, a homeless dog."

"Aren't you tired of living like this? After you die, the name of that good-for-nothing Fan Ye will be passed down by word of mouth."

Bai Ye paused for a moment, then said quietly, "Unless you shoot me dead! Come on, this is your only chance."

Bai Ye reached out and pushed aside the bulletproof shield in front of him, stepping forward openly and honestly.

boom!

Knowing he was doomed, Fan Ye finally fired his gun.

But it missed.

Years ago, I mistakenly entered the Brahmanical world, and people called me the God of Reaction.

Fan Ye fired three shots, all of which Bai Ye dodged.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the mountain. It sounded like someone was setting off firecrackers on the mountain where firecrackers were banned, just like during the Chinese New Year.

Fan Ye collapsed to the ground on the spot.

Deceased: Fan Ye.

Identity: A notorious criminal involved in the 001 major case, who murdered eleven people with extremely cruel methods and heinous nature.

Cause of death: Heavy metal poisoning.

Condition of death: The perpetrator weighed 130 jin (65 catties) before death and 150 jin (75 catties) after death.

The 001 major case, which had been followed by countless people for eighteen years, came to an end in Lazishan.