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

Zhang Shan, looking sullen, took out two hundred yuan from his bag and reluctantly handed it to Chen Ang.

The screenwriter, along with Cao Wei and the others, all handed Chen Ang two hundred.

Chen Ang burst out laughing, "Hahaha, look at you guys, you're so enthusiastic, you just want to give me money."

"Old Chen, that's not fair of you."

"You two didn't plan this together, did you?"

"that is!"

Bai Ye looked completely bewildered. "Huh?"

Chen Ang patted Bai Ye on the shoulder, "We made a bet on what you'd say after reading the script. I thought you'd think these people aren't bad enough, but they didn't believe me. They said if these aren't bad enough, then how much more monstrous must the bad guys be? I won."

Bai Ye was bewildered in the wind, but then he was startled.

Something seems off; he seems to have been affected by the system.

Murder, rape, and the massacre of an entire family—why would he think he wasn't evil enough?

This is the worst of the worst, but after reading the script, he actually thinks it's nothing special.

hiss!

too frightening.

Quickly spin the prayer beads.

Chen Ang: "...What are you doing?"

"Oh, just a reminder, I've already broken character; Teacher Guo taught me that."

Guo Fengnian: "?"

"No, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! You're making yourself look weird. You just read a script; you haven't even acted in it yet!"

"They're all the same, they're all the same."

Chen Ang's face was all wrinkled from smiling. "Alright, let's take a look at the script. I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight."

Zhang Shan's expression shifted from gloomy to partly cloudy. "That's more like it."

"I want to have a big meal."

"I'll reserve the seats."

"Bai Ye, come along too."

Bai Ye was flattered; was this really the chance to have dinner with a big shot?

"Huh? Can I?"

"What are you afraid of? We'll eat Old Chen out of house and home!"

"Together, together." Chen Ang waved his hand, and the matter was settled.

After reading the script, Bai Ye began to think about how to portray the character in a way that conveyed the evil he wanted.

After thinking for a while, Bai Ye wrote some lines for this nameless character and showed them to the director.

Zhang Shan looked at it for less than a minute, then waved his hand, "Okay, no problem."

Bai Ye paused for a moment, "Aren't you going to make any more changes?"

Zhang Shan chuckled and said, "No need. I've seen your portrayal of Li Linfeng. He's the epitome of a beast, the most despicable of beasts. You can act however you want."

It seems he got scolded, but he still has to say thank you...

Bai Ye gritted his teeth, "Thank you, Director Zhang."

Zhang Shan chuckled, waved his hand, and shouted, "Action!"

No need to change clothes, no need to put on makeup, nothing at all.

Bai Ye took off her coat and started filming.

In the interrogation room, Bai Ye sat down in a chair, handcuffed himself, and immediately got into character.

Everyone except the director was there, and they were all watching the scene. It was said that director Zhang Shan actually decided to let a newcomer, Bai Ye, who was making a cameo appearance, improvise freely.

This newcomer was recommended by award-winning actor Chen Ang, and her agent is former top agent Huang Xiyu.

Everyone wanted to see what the fuss was about.

Bai Ye sat in a chair, leaning back in a relaxed manner, as if this were not an interrogation room but a teahouse where he was drinking tea with his friends.

Director Zhang Shan and several other talented actors seemed unfazed, remaining calm and trusting Chen Ang's recommendation.

The others were different. They looked at Bai Ye and exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if he had made a mistake.

He's playing a murderer with several lives on his hands, and he's already been arrested and is being interrogated. How can he be so relaxed?

"Is this because they haven't gotten into the zone yet?"

"Did they get the script wrong?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I've seen him play Lin Dong and Li Linfeng, and he was incredibly twisted."

"It's hilarious that they're treating a murderer like someone who's just drinking tea."

The onlookers in the distance began to whisper among themselves. They had all come to see Li Linfeng, who had become an internet sensation, but Bai Ye's appearance had greatly disappointed them.

Not to mention Li Linfeng's beastly murderous aura, even Lin Dong's elegant and abnormal demeanor was not displayed at all.

If it weren't for his gloomy demeanor, they would have thought he was an innocent person sitting there, and that the police had arrested the wrong person.

Bai Ye sat calmly in the chair, answering the police interrogation as if he were having a casual conversation.

nervous?

panic?

Feigning composure?

Outwardly fierce but inwardly weak?

There was nothing there. It was as if I was sitting across from an old friend, and talking to an old friend is naturally very relaxing.

"They said they'd pay me if I came to help, so I agreed. Later, I called my second brother to come over, but I didn't expect him to bring Gu Zhuo and Tan Hang with him. They were there to visit my second brother..."

Bai Ye's tone was as casual as if they were having a chat over a meal, relaxed and natural.

His lines were delivered without the slightest trace of acting; it was as if he were recounting his own real experiences.

"and then?"

Bai Ye casually fiddled with his fingers, recalling for a moment, "Later, a few of us went to the villa together. I looked and looked, but couldn't find it. When I went up to the second floor, I saw a naked woman lying on the ground, dead."

The studio lights shone down from above, casting a shadow over Bai Ye's face.

The people who were whispering just moments ago fell silent. Bai Ye's nonchalant tone sent a chill down their spines for no apparent reason.

The words about a human life, spoken from his 37°C mouth, carried almost no warmth.

The policeman opposite him had a sudden realization, and the lines he was about to say got stuck in his throat.

Bai Ye looked up at him.

Actors who act frequently are very familiar with this kind of look; it's the kind of look that reminds them, "It's your turn to speak."

The actor's mind was buzzing. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word; his throat felt blocked.

Having acted for seven or eight years, he had worked with countless people, including movie stars, veteran actors, established actors, popular celebrities, and extras, but he had never seen an actor like this, nor had he ever seen such eyes.

With an indifferent tone and calm eyes, he spoke of matters of life and death.

In that instant, he wondered if he had encountered a real murderer and that he was just an acting policeman, a fake.

The film crew members who came to watch the spectacle were like geese with their throats choked, unable to make a sound.

Director Zhang Shan, who had originally intended to give Bai Ye a tryout, was shocked. He sat up straight, leaned forward, and stared intently at the camera.

That's the feeling—an ordinary, yet chillingly terrifying murderer.

"He's the murderer I'm looking for," Zhang Shan concluded instantly.

The policeman across from him started sweating. He sat up straight and forced himself to calm down.

The director hadn't called "cut" yet, so he wanted to continue acting.

"How did he die?"

Bai Ye's tone finally became a little more forceful, but it still exuded indifference and nonchalance: "This Gu Zhuo has utterly ruined this girl, truly ruined her."

The actor playing the policeman had a dry mouth and felt like he'd been punched in the head; his mind was buzzing.