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

Chapter 86: They've All Been Killed (10 Updates), Please Subscribe!

This plot does indeed exist in the movie. Gu Zhuo rapes and kills someone, a heinous crime. Even the actor who plays a policeman gets furious every time he hears this plot, wishing he could tear the murderer to pieces.

However, when Bai Ye uttered those words, they sounded so calm and indifferent.

It was as if the person's death had nothing to do with him; there was no fear, no worry, and no sympathy.

The death of a person is about the same as the death of an ant.

The actor playing the policeman was a little clumsy with his hands, so he picked up his cup, took a sip of water to calm himself down.

The onlookers were terrified. This is the kind of person who treats life like dirt.

The police continued listening to Bai Ye.

"The girl died, and her parents started crying and screaming, making a huge fuss." Bai Ye lowered his head and cracked his knuckles. "Sigh, there was nothing we could do; we ended up killing them both."

He spoke in a casual, conversational tone, recounting horrifying details of the murder.

It seems that in his view, the girl's death was irrelevant, whether she was killed or raped.

There's nothing to cry about, nothing to shout about. If you shout too loudly, then let's just kill them all together.

Killing someone is just a choice, like killing a chicken if you want to eat chicken. It's like how many people who own dogs find their barking annoying and take them to have their vocal cords removed, or how some people who dislike their cats scratching the sofa have their cats' claws removed, leaving only their paws.

They are perverted without realizing it, and even think it's perfectly normal.

"Who did it?"

"I."

When Bai Ye confessed his crimes, he did not hesitate at all, nor was he nervous or afraid. He even felt a little smug and proud.

He exuded "ease" from head to toe. Killing was an easy thing, being caught was an easy thing, and the upcoming death penalty was also an easy thing.

"Who did it?"

"It's me too," Bai Ye replied, raising an eyebrow with pride in his voice.

Bai Ye fiddled with his fingers, sighed, and said with a hint of disdain, "They're all no good, none of them dare to make a move."

It seems as if they think it's shameful that this group of people don't dare to kill, just like the tone of parents complaining that their children don't even dare to kill chickens or fish.

It's just killing someone, what's there to be afraid of?

It has to be me again.

The policeman opposite was trembling. The set was completely silent except for the sound of swallowing and the sound of handcuffs hitting the table as Bai Ye played with his fingers.

What kind of people play with their fingers?

Whether someone is nervous or bored, Bai Ye's face showed no sign of nervousness, so he was just bored.

He even thought that talking about the murder was a boring thing. It's just murder, what's there to talk about? You police are so boring, do you have nothing better to do?

The police officers on the other side were dumbfounded. They had never seen a murderer in person, but they had seen murderers being interrogated. If you're going to play a police officer, you should at least do some research.

At that moment, he wondered if he was actually watching an interrogation video, since the people in it spoke exactly like Bai Ye.

There was no trace of remorse or fear in his eyes, only composure and calmness.

"Later I told them, you have to listen to me. You have to do whatever I tell you to do." Bai Ye paused for a moment, as if recalling something.

His tone finally showed a significant change in emotion.

He showed no emotion when he saw the body, no emotion when he recounted the murder, and only when he talked about his say in the gang did he show any human emotion.

He didn't care about the lives or deaths of others, but he cared a lot about who was the boss.

They are indifferent and ruthless towards others, but extremely calculating towards themselves.

This is so true. Isn't this the kind of mentality that drives criminals to commit crimes?

Who could portray this feeling if they hadn't committed many crimes?

The policeman on the other side gritted his teeth and persevered. The director didn't call "cut," which meant there was no problem with the scene. In any case, he had to continue acting.

This is the professional ethics of an actor.

The person opposite him is more professional.

"They just wouldn't have it, they wanted to kill me. Those bastards were ruthless. They must have thought I was going to be killed by them." Bai Ye recalled and organized his thoughts, and his expression finally changed a little, showing anger.

"Didn't you go to them?" the policeman asked.

Bai Ye suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine, sending a sudden, inexplicable coldness shooting from the tailbone to the top of the head.

The police officer almost lost his composure, and the cameraman was sweating profusely.

Those watching from behind felt a chill run down their spines, and some almost shouted "Investigate thoroughly!"

"I won't look for them." Bai Ye revealed a bit of the petty shrewdness of a nobody. "Killing an entire family must be a big deal. It's good that I'm dead. No one will come looking for me now."

The police were stunned, while the others were barely able to contain their urge to curse.

They were utterly beastly, their actions so monstrous that even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough to vent their anger. They almost forgot they were acting, or even if they knew they were acting, they couldn't control their rage.

The director was so excited he almost jumped for joy.

What else could this be but a murderer? For a moment, he even wondered if he was filming a documentary, and that Bai Ye was the murderer who was finally arrested. He thought they weren't making a movie, but conducting a real interrogation.

Bai Ye smiled at the end, and asked the policeman in a tone that seemed to be seeking validation, "Don't you think so?"

The police were completely dumbfounded, their minds a complete blank, unable to utter a single line, and an eerie silence fell over the scene.

Bai Ye picked at his fingernails, staring blankly ahead.

The police were stunned, and the onlookers held their breath.

"Click!"

Zhang Shan rushed in like a whirlwind, patted Bai Ye's shoulder hard, and shouted, "Quick, get Bai Ye a cappuccino! What are you waiting for?!"

"Genius! This is genius! Old Chen, you've found a gem! This isn't acting, it's real!"

Bai Ye opened his mouth, but Zhang Shan interrupted him, "I know, it's a certificate of bravery! Old Chen has shown it to me several times!"

Bai Ye shut up. It's good that he's seen it. Once he's seen it, the police won't suddenly rush out and arrest him.

Speaking of handcuffing, the handcuffs on his hands were still there. Bai Ye shook his arm, pulled his hands out of the handcuffs, and immediately felt a sense of freedom.

He stood up and stretched his limbs. This chair was truly amazing; it was made exactly like the "regret chair."

As soon as he stood up, the onlookers silently took a step back.

Acting? Who says it's acting? What if it's real?

What's wrong with acting bravely and doing good deeds? Is there a necessary connection between it and murder? What if someone enjoys killing while saving someone?

This kind of thing has been recorded in textbooks!

For example, that infamous, perverted pool manager who would both drain the water and frantically fill it up.

You can't fathom the thoughts of a pervert.

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