He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Two days later.

For the first two days, Ye Mo didn't have any scenes.

Nolan set him aside, letting him watch but not let him participate.

Everyone on set witnessed this.

Some people privately speculated that Nolan was letting the newcomers see things first, so they wouldn't show their inexperience right away.

Some people say that this is because they are unsure about Ye Mo's abilities and want to test him out first.

Ye Mo overheard some of these words.

He didn't take it to heart.

Nolan's meaning was clearer to him than anyone else.

This film crew, from cinematography to acting, from blocking to staging, followed all the rules of Hollywood.

It's a completely different approach from what's done domestically.

Ye Mo needs time to internalize these methods.

It will take more time for the production crew to get to know him.

So he arrives at the film set on time every day, pulls up a chair, and sits behind the monitor.

It takes all day to look at it.

He watched others filming.

He was still watching while others rested.

Nolan would occasionally glance back at him, but seeing that he didn't speak, he didn't ask any further questions.

Both of them remained calm and composed.

The first two days of filming featured Batman and Gordon.

Ye Mo watched as Bell ran around in front of the camera, observing how perfectly he handled the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Batman.

He knew what was going on.

This is a real opponent.

During those days sitting behind the monitor, Ye Mo was never idle.

He went over the Joker in his mind again and again.

Motivation, background, reflection, personality.

He had already thoroughly explained these four dimensions in an email to Nolan.

But when it comes to being in front of the camera, it's a different story.

He was on edge, but his expression remained impassive.

On the morning of the third day, Ye Mo arrived an hour earlier than usual.

Today, it's the clown's turn to appear.

He sat in the dressing room for two hours.

The makeup artist applied layers of oil paint to whiten his face.

After applying the ointment, she drew two scars on the corners of his mouth.

The scar was drawn in great detail, with the incision turned inward, as if it had really been split open and then stitched up.

Glasgow smiled.

In the mirror, the person looked less and less like Ye Mo.

Ye Mo stared at the mirror without saying a word.

He knew in his heart that from this moment on, the one sitting in this chair was no longer him.

The makeup artist's hands were shaking a little.

He has done clown makeup for many actors.

But before the person in front of him could even speak, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The silence was like the stillness before a storm, without a trace of stage fright from the newcomers.

After finishing her makeup, Ye Mo stood up.

When he walked out, his steps were different from usual.

His shoulders slumped slightly, his head was tilted to the side, and his steps were slow.

Like something just released from its cage, it's surveying the world.

Inside the photography studio, many people were already waiting.

When Ye Mo came out, the entire room fell silent for a moment.

Bell was sitting in the corner reading a script when he heard the noise and looked up.

He was taken aback at first.

This look is more ruthless than he imagined.

The oil paint was applied in a messy, dirty way, as if it had been applied unevenly.

The scar on the corner of his mouth, the cut turned outwards, looks painful.

Bell stared at it for a few seconds, then looked away.

His prejudice was half dispelled by this look.

But he also knew that appearance is appearance and acting is acting.

Hollywood has no shortage of actors who look impressive but fall apart as soon as they open their mouths.

The real test is yet to come.

Oldman stood by the monitor, smoking an e-cigarette, his eyes sweeping over Ye Mo.

He didn't say anything, he just put the cigarette away.

Grandpa Kane sat on a chair not far away, and Chong Yemo nodded slightly.

That nod carried a hint of encouragement.

Freeman stood with his arms crossed, his expression still calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Nolan walked over and circled around Ye Mo.

He reached out and straightened Ye Mo's collar.

"That's it," Nolan said. "That's how the Joker should be."

Ye Mo smiled at him.

That smile, pulling at the scar at the corner of his mouth, made Nolan pause for a moment.

Nolan stared at him for two seconds before turning around to set up the camera positions.

He was even more on edge.

He staked his judgment on this performance.

Soon, filming began.

The scene was set in a gangster's warehouse.

Gangster boss Gamble has put a bounty on the Joker's life.

His men brought in a body bag, saying that the clown's body had been delivered.

Gambo stepped forward and unzipped the zipper.

The corpse in the bag suddenly sat up.

The actor playing Gambler was startled and shrank back.

This action wasn't in the script.

But he shrank back just right; someone like Gambler would naturally be so frightened that he would lean back.

Ye Mo crawled out of the bag, moving slowly, like a snake pulled from the water.

He subdued Gambo instantly, pressing a knife to his mouth.

The tip of the knife was wedged inside Gambler's mouth, and pressure was applied little by little.

Ye Mo leaned closer.

Half of the paint was applied, revealing the skin underneath, and two scars stood out starkly under the light.

He spoke.

The voice was very soft, with a slight huskiness, as if telling an insignificant story.

"You want to know how I got these scars?"

"My father was an alcoholic, a madman."

"One night he went berserk again, and his mother grabbed a knife to defend herself."

"He was furious and hurt my mother in front of me."

Then he turned his head and looked at me.

Ye Mo paused for a moment.

He stared into Gambler's eyes and slowly uttered the line.

Why so serious?

The entire set was so quiet you could hear the filaments of the lamps.

His lips twitched, and he let out a very low laugh.

That laugh wasn't a laugh; it was more like air leaking from a throat.

"He walked towards me with a knife," Ye Mo continued, his tone still so soft, "and shoved the blade into my mouth."

"Come on, put a smile on your face."

When he said the word "smile," the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

The two scars twitched along with it.

The actor playing Gambler was completely dumbfounded.

He forgot he had lines.

All he knew was that the person in front of him would actually stab him.

His fingers were trembling, his throat was tight, and he couldn't say a word.

The fear captured on camera is terrifyingly real.

Ye Mo didn't stop.

He repeated the sentence again in a low voice.

"Why so serious?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he made his move.

Gambo fell to the ground.

Nolan stared at the monitor, his coffee cup never reaching his lips.

His eyes were frighteningly bright.

It is this feeling.

He had filmed countless scenes, but the image before him was exactly the same as the Joker in his mind.

Crazy, neurotic, and with that chilling smile.

Nolan even forgot to say "cut".

It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

"Card."

That sound was like pulling everyone out of the water.

No one spoke on set.

Bell sat by the monitor, the script in his hands crumpled from being gripped so tightly.

He's been watching this the whole time.

He knew Ye Mo acted well.

But he never expected it to get this good.

That kind of madness seeps out from the bones; it can't be faked.

Bell suddenly understood why Nolan dared to gamble.

He stood up, walked over to Nolan, and whispered something.

"Director, this guy's got something."

Nolan didn't turn around, he just nodded.

"I told you so."

Oldman watched this scene from a distance and slowly nodded.

Grandpa Kane didn't say anything, but simply clapped twice.

The applause wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet film set.

Freeman raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face for the first time.

On the other side, the actor who played Gamble was still sitting on the ground, not yet recovered.

His assistant ran over to help him up, and only then did he realize that he was still on set.

He waved his hand, his face covered in sweat.

"I...I was completely stunned," he said, panting. "I couldn't utter a single word."

Nolan smiled.

"You're good to be confused."

"Your bewilderment is exactly how Gambler should look."

The actor stared blankly at Nolan, unable to react for a long time.

His mind was in turmoil.

After acting for so many years, this was the first time he had ever been so startled in front of the camera that he forgot his lines.

That fear wasn't feigned.

Nolan patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he could rest.

Ye Mo had already sheathed his knife and was leaning against the wall.

The paint on his face was even more smeared, and beneath the scars was his own face.

He took a couple of breaths and slowly calmed down.

Nolan walked over to Ye Mo and handed him a glass of water.

"Good, good, keep it up, but don't get too caught up in the role."

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