I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

He picked up the storyboard of "The Touch of Horror" on the table and started looking through it again.

The novel superpower setting, the thrilling and tense killer plot, and especially the shocking twist at the end that was enough to subvert everything and make everyone applaud...

Just by looking at the picture on the paper, countless ideas emerged in his mind.

This plan will definitely succeed!

and.

It will be a huge success!

For him, being able to participate in such a work that is destined to become a classic, even if it is just as a 'narrator', is an extremely attractive and honorable thing.

"You kid..."

Kurosawa Eiji pointed at Nohara Hiroshi, his sharp eyes flickering with a mixture of laughter and admiration: "You really know how to give an old fellow like me a way out."

He gently put the storyboard down and said in a playful tone, "Okay, I'll take this role. But I have to say in advance that my appearance fee is very high."

"I couldn't ask for more!" A victorious smile bloomed on Nohara Hiroshi's face.

He knew, it worked!

"In that case..."

A gleam flashed in Nohara Hiroshi's eyes, and the decisiveness and efficiency of a decision-maker were once again on full display: "Then let's not delay any further and start filming immediately!"

He turned around and took out several stacks of brand new manuscript paper and a pen from his desk, moving as fast as the wind.

"I'll write out the host's scripts for the first ten episodes right now. Director Kurosawa, let's try to finish filming all of your scenes this afternoon!"

"what?!"

This decision once again made everyone in the office gasp.

It's already 2:30 in the afternoon. I have to write the script, set up the venue, and adjust the lighting equipment... Even if it's just a simple script-editing shoot, it will take at least three to five hours to complete!

What’s more, it’s ten episodes long!

"Don't worry."

Nohara Hiroshi seemed to see through everyone's doubts. Without even looking up, he wrote, his pen rustling across the paper. "The host's filming location is simple, in a special room. Director Yamamoto, go to the prop room right now and find me a vintage leather sofa, an old-fashioned desk, and a soft-light desk lamp. Section Chief Sato, please coordinate the studio. I need a completely black background and the quietest possible studio."

"As for the script..."

He handed a page he had just written to Kurosawa Eiji. On it was the opening remarks of the first episode. The handwriting was elegant, yet powerful enough to penetrate the paper.

"Just watch it first, I'll take care of the rest right away."

Looking at this young man who was strategizing and arranging everything in an orderly manner while working at high speed like a precision machine, Kurosawa Eiji was completely speechless.

He took the page of manuscript and looked at the words on it. After just one glance, he was deeply attracted by the mysterious and thought-provoking unique charm revealed between the lines.

……

Half an hour later, Tokyo TV, Studio 3.

Eiji Kurosawa changed into a neat black suit, put on a pair of dark sunglasses, and sat quietly on the retro leather sofa.

The soft light from the desk lamp illuminated half of his face with clear outlines, while the other half was perfectly hidden in the darkness, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Hiroshi Nohara personally took the camera.

Instead of sitting behind the director's monitor, he carried a portable camera and aimed it at Kurosawa Eiji at a tricky and precise angle.

"Director Kurosawa, let's try a take." Nohara Hiroshi's voice came through the intercom, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Don't look at the camera, just look at the empty darkness in front of you, and recite the lines in the tone you usually use to chat with old friends."

Kurosawa Eiji took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Humans are incredible creatures..."

His voice was hoarse and steady, with a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if every word contained an unknown story.

"Crack!"

Nohara Hiroshi decisively called a halt.

"Perfect! That's exactly how it feels!" He put down the camera, his face filled with excitement. "Director Kurosawa, your feeling is absolutely right! Let's move on to the next take!"

For the next hour, the entire crew witnessed a filming that could be called a miracle.

Hiroshi Nohara finished filming the connecting words for those ten episodes at an incredible speed.

I passed almost every one of them in one go.

The veteran director Eiji Kurosawa has demonstrated an amazing sense of camera and dialogue skills.

Hiroshi Nohara used his almost precognitive camera movements to bring out the old man's charm to the fullest.

When the last shot was completed, thunderous applause broke out in the entire studio.

"so amazing……"

"I've never seen a shoot go by so fast..."

"The combination of Section Chief Nohara and Director Kurosawa is simply divine!"

The veterans of the Guandong faction watched the images replayed on the monitor with eyes filled with almost fanatical admiration.

However, Nohara Hiroshi did not give them much time to feel emotional.

He clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Okay everyone, warm-up is over." He glanced at his watch and the hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Section Chief Sato, Director Yamamoto, are all the actors for the first episode in place?"

"It's... in place!" Kenji Sato and Takeshi Yamamoto replied quickly. They had just come back to their senses from the efficient shooting.

"Very good." A confident smile appeared on Nohara Hiroshi's lips. "Notify everyone to gather in Studio 5 in half an hour. We'll shoot the entire film 'Touch of Terror' today!"

boom!

This decision, like a real atomic bomb, exploded in everyone's mind!

Filming an entire episode of a drama in one afternoon and one night?!

This is no longer crazy, it is challenging the production rules of the entire television industry!

"Section Chief...this...this is impossible, right?"

Even Yamamoto Takeshi, who had always been confident in Nohara Hiroshi, couldn't help but question it at this moment: "We haven't even built the set yet, and we haven't rehearsed the actors' movements..."

"unnecessary."

Hiroshi Nohara interrupted him and distributed a thick stack of storyboards to everyone.

“The setting, the lighting, the camera position, every movement of the actors, every pause in the dialogue, everything is clearly depicted here.”

He looked at the group of veterans who were deeply shocked by his decision. His voice was calm, but it carried a power that brooked no questioning.

"What you have to do is very simple."

“It means giving up all your previous experiences, forgetting all your habits, and from now on, completely and thoroughly, trusting me.”

"Follow my pace. I promise that before eight o'clock tonight, we'll be done for work and go home!"

……

As night falls, the lights are on.

As Tokyo, this huge steel forest, began to show its enchanting and dazzling side, Studio 5 of Tokyo TV was a scene of bustling activity.

"Lighting crew! Lower light number three by another 15 degrees! I want to see a glimmer of struggle on the heroine's face!"

"Camera two! From the bottom up, give me a close-up of the hero's hands! Yes! This is the angle!"

"Xiao Xunhua! Don't be afraid! Imagine that you are really touching that cold malice! Your pupils! Contract a little more! Very good!"

Nohara Hiroshi's voice resounded in every corner of the studio.

He was like a god of war with endless energy, shuttling back and forth on the set and directing all the personnel.

He didn't sit behind the monitor, he was next to the actors, next to the camera, telling everyone what he wanted in the most intuitive way.

The entire crew, from the director to the stagehands, were like clockwork parts, operating with unprecedented efficiency and precision.

They looked at the storyboards in their hands and then at Nohara Hiroshi's on-site scheduling, and a feeling of absurdity and shock arose in their hearts.

Because everything that Hiroshi Nohara requested on the spot was exactly the same as what was drawn in the storyboard!

Exactly!

It was as if they were participating in a performance with a predetermined ending, directed by a prophet who could foresee the future.

Xiao Xunhua, Fujii Itsuki, and the second male lead Watanabe Ryu, the three selected male and female protagonists, were completely impressed.

They had never seen a director like this before.

He will not tell you about some vague feelings. He will tell you directly where your eyes should look, at what angle the corners of your mouth should twitch, and at what second your breathing should become rapid.

This kind of guidance, which is precise to the millimeter, allows these actors, who already have excellent skills, to maximize their potential.

Kurosawa Eiji, who had been standing in the corner, observing all this silently, had a weather-beaten face covered with bottomless shock.

He looked at the young man who was at ease on the set, as if he was in control of everything. An idea popped up uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

This young man is not filming a TV series.

He was using an almost miraculous method to replicate a perfect world that had already existed in his mind!

7:50 p.m.

"Okay! Cut! Passed! I declare that the filming of "Touch of Terror" is complete!"

When Nohara Hiroshi's powerful announcement rang out, the entire studio fell into a dead silence at first, and then, a huge cheer that was enough to blow the roof off, as if they had survived a disaster, broke out!

They...really did it!

In less than four hours, they actually finished filming an entire episode of a TV series!

"Editor!"

Nohara Hiroshi ignored the crowd's cheers. He pulled over the editor, who had been waiting nearby, and stuffed reels of still-hot videotapes into his arms. "Follow the shot order I gave you. Put together shots 2, 5, and 8 from camera A and shots 3, 6, and 9 from camera B. Add the sound effects I gave you. Now! Immediately!"

Half an hour later, when the rough cut of the film, which was already full of suspense and horror, was played on the monitor.

Everyone held their breath.