Chapter 1175 He is a Cthulhu!

   "Hey! Shixin!"

  On the set, Li Shixin is like a firefly in the dark, and he is definitely the one that attracts the most attention.

  Just outside the canopy, a group of old fans discovered their idol.

  It’s no good if you don’t pay attention. Li Shixin is wearing a pure white prison uniform, with a jet-black hairpin neatly combed behind his head. Obviously it is a prisoner's appearance, but surrounded by a group of film crew including directors and photographers.

  This kind of contrast is something that everyone has to take a look at.

   confessed to the photographer a couple of key points of the next scene. Li Shixin put down the script and smiled at a group of old fans, and signaled the scene to let people in.

   "Why did you come so early? Did you have lunch?"

   "Hey! Don't tell me, I ate three lobsters with long arms at noon!"

  Old man Liu Feng laughed and compared it to an exaggerated size with his hand.

   "Oh! Good guy."

  Looking at Mr. Liu Feng’s thin body, Li Shixin opened his eyes slightly, "Can you bear this appetite?"

   "Still talking!"

  Aside, Wu was obviously helpless.

"This is not thinking about coming over to the crew to watch your filming. We originally planned to take a bite outside, so we can't afford it. When it came time to choose a restaurant, it was a good thing. Brother Feng saw a cafeteria called'Veteran' and saw There were photos and souvenirs of the Korean battlefield hanging in the house, and he said that he had to eat anything. He ate three Australian lobsters by himself, and also ate two plates of steak by the way, which made the boss’ eyes green! In the end, the waiter just had to eat it. Standing in front of us, looking at people with his eyes. Just that, he forced his grandson to eat another plate of abalone!"

   "Hi!"

  In Li Shixin’s wry smile, Father Liu Feng patted his belly under the old military uniform.

   "This is how old teeth and appetite are lost. Twenty years ago, Lao Tzu said that he had to eat him for two months, and he was horrified!"

  Okay.

  Li Shixin shook his head and turned his eyes to Zhao Jinzhi.

"coming?"

  Looking at the weird expression on Li Shixin's face that looked like a smile but not a smile, Zhao Jinzhi gave him a fierce look.

   "When does the afternoon scene start shooting?"

   "Immediately. Are you not ready? The plasma has just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it’s thawed and shot."

  "."

  The prop master who saw it was indeed holding a bag of artificial plasma and basking in the sun, Zhao Jinzhi took a long breath.

   "It's bloody. I really don't understand you. Even if you play a gangster, you are better than an ogre."

   He smiled at Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin made a free gesture to the old fans and turned back to the set.

  To speak, everyone in the crew has almost prepared.

   Confirming that Li Shixin and other group performances are also ready to stop, Griff walked behind the camera monitor and raised the script in his hands high.

   "The sixth act, three scenes, one shot, preparation. Ike God!"

   With a command, the props turned on a tape recorder on the set to play.

  With the soothing and gentle piano performance of the Gothenburg Variations, Li Shixin on the set deeply closed his eyes.

  This scene is about Hannibal’s escape from prison.

  But the scene begins with the appearance of two people.

  Amid the soothing piano sound, two of them walked vigilantly with what looked like a sumptuous dinner.

  In front of them, there is a prison shaped like a birdcage.

  In there, a man in a prison uniform is sitting behind the curtain of gauze, and the light and shadow hit the curtain, making it appear that the man is a little vague and unreal.

   "Come when you're ready, doctor."

  The agent holding the dinner plate shouted.

   "Please wait a moment."

  The man behind the curtain seemed to be immersed in the music, returning gracefully and deeply.

  As for the prisoner's shelf, it was obvious that the two agents were a little unhappy.

  Looking at the tape recorder in the prison, one of the agents dissatisfied with placing the dinner plate in front of the iron cage.

   "This son of a **** has to eat a second meal at night. He also has extremely raw lamb chops."

  Facing the complaints of colleagues, another agent took out his baton and police spray, and joked vigilantly;

   "I don't know what breakfast he eats, the dead body in the zoo is not made?"

  In the sneer, the man behind the curtain moved his lips.

  A short piece of metal, which seemed to be a part of a pen, appeared on his lips.

  Following the rhythm of the piano, he slowly clamped the metal piece in his hand, and then he slowly got up and walked from behind the curtain to the iron cage.

  Looking at the two alert police officers, he showed an elegant and charming smile. That smile is not like any prisoner treats an agent.

  No hatred, no dissatisfaction, or even hostility.

   is more like the owner of an old castle, which only reveals itself when facing guests.

  Polite, calm and generous.

   "Good evening, gentlemen."

  But in the face of his elegance, the two agents obviously did not buy it.

   "Okay doctor, stop talking nonsense, squat down."

   "You know, it's the same as the previous program."

  The man did not question the requirements of the agent. He walked to the fence silently, stood upside down, and put his hand on the back of the cage.

   "Agent Pang, I'm ready."

  Faced with his cooperation, the agent holding the handcuffs was obviously satisfied. He immediately stepped forward and handcuffed the man's hands with the handcuffs.

  After checking again and again to make sure that he has been handcuffed, he nodded to the partner beside him.

  The latter took out the key from his waist and opened the prison door.

  Off the court.

  Looking at Hannibal played by Li Shixin, a group of old fans are a little bit confused by the monks.

  The cultural background is different, which makes them somewhat unable to understand the plot.

  "The prisoner played by Shixin is too awesome. How can I have a meal at night? How is the prison in the United States like this?"

   Zhang Yaozhong hissed, his face full of puzzlement.

  Aside, Zhang Weiyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, grinned.

  "Problem! I have to eat two meals at night, and I have to eat lamb chops. Can I still be picky eaters? Just like that, he has been reformed in the country for a long time."

  "."

   On the side, hearing a group of old fans talk, Zhou Yi, who was on the set with the group, shakes her lips.

  In the studio, Hannibal’s prison escape plan is still going on;

   Watching the two agents walk in, the man's eyes flickered for a while.

   Just when the agent carrying the dinner plate was about to put the dinner on the table, he suddenly spoke.

  "Please don't stain those paintings, thank you."

  At his polite request, the agent reluctantly picked up the dinner plate that was about to be pressed on the table again. After searching for it, he could only squat down and put the dinner plate next to the man-there seemed to be the only place in the cage where the dinner plate was suitable.

  However, just as he just put the dinner plate on the ground, a cold light flashed.

  Cross-wipe!

   Shiny handcuffs, his wrists, which were still pinching the edge of the dinner plate, were roasted tightly!

  The handcuffs that suddenly appeared on the wrists caused the agent to fall into a brief astonishment.

  He didn't react until he raised his head in a panic and saw the face that was close at hand with a trace of mockery.

   "A Pang, be careful! He handcuffed me!"

  As he exclaimed, the agent outside the cage immediately raised his head.

  After discovering that his companion had been restrained, he rushed over subconsciously.

  But when he stepped into the jail door, the man kicked the half-open jail door over and caught the agent who had just entered halfway in the crack of the door!

   "FK!"

   cursed angrily, the agent pulled out the baton from his waist.

   Before he opened the prison door again, a white figure was already standing in front of him.

   Immediately afterwards, there was a mouth of blood like a beast eating.

"what!"

   A scream, accompanied by the dilated pupils of the agent named "Pang" in horror, resounded in the prison.

  In the cage.

  Looking at the man grasping his colleague like a lion eating, tearing a piece of flesh off his face, and using spray to completely subdue him while wailing, another agent opened his eyes wide.

   "My God! My God!"

  He panicked, shaking and turning out the key around his waist, trying to uncover the handcuffs that bound him.

  But the violent tremors couldn't make him make fine movements.

  The one who formed a great contrast with him was the man who had already dealt with the agent.

  His mouth is covered with blood, but his face still maintains a calm and gentle smile.

   "No, No!"

  Looking at the figure picking up the baton on the ground, and slowly walking towards him with the rhythm of the piano playing and marrying, the agent's key fell to the ground.

  Boom!

   A muffled sound ended the screaming.

  In the blood all over the floor, the man closed his eyes deeply.

  The blood-stained hands danced slowly to the rhythm of the Gothenburg Variations.

   "Oh God"

  He didn't come back to his senses until a faint groan broke the rhythm.

  After searching for a while, he gracefully bent over and picked up a Swiss army knife on the ground, smiling and looking at the agent who had lost all resistance.

   "Come here when you're ready, Agent Pang."

  On the set, Li Shixin smiled and looked at the camera.

  Outside the set, all the staff and old fans covered their mouths.

  At this moment, they only felt a deep-rooted fear pressing them down.

  At this moment, they feel that they are not looking at themselves by human beings.

   is not a beast either.

  It’s a wandering human world, and people can’t resist the slightest feeling after seeing them, just want to kneel under him and ask for forgiveness and pardon.

  Cthulhu!

  (End of this chapter)