The peak acting skills of the actor

Chapter 328 Hanging
Florence under the caress of a bright moon makes the city more simple and elegant, standing in the world of mortals as if left behind.

Among the large number of architectural sculptures left over from the Middle Ages here, people seem to be able to learn about the lives of Europeans hundreds of years ago through everything they saw with their own eyes. Although it is a glimpse, it is better than nothing.

"Woooooooo..."

On a seemingly peaceful night, the lights were brightly lit, and tourists were strolling in the courtyard. A group of Huaguo tourists were constantly following the guidance of the tour guide, taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

But this group of tourists didn't know that right next to them was a medieval-style library building, with a person struggling desperately above their heads.

His limbs were bound, his mouth was tightly wrapped with tape, and beads of sweat slid from his forehead.

There was a layer of mist in the eyes, and there was fear and despair in the eyes.

The detective, shaking his head desperately, was tied up by the window balcony with a rope around his neck.

He shook his head desperately, as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately there was also a whimper, more like the whimper of a puppy.

Hannibal, played by Cheng Feng, is an evil god without emotion. His heart has long since lost mercy, and the softest place in his heart is probably only his sister, and the one who wants to save but is also a lamb. Clarice.

In the eyes, the scarlet is flourishing, calm and chilling, and as always, elegant and calm, Cheng Feng plays Hannibal, and a small crescent moon rises in his hand, like the fangs of a wolf , The sharp claws of tigers and leopards.

In the night, the crescent moon in Cheng Feng's hand was shining with a cold light. It was a small and exquisite spider folding knife.

The length of the blade was no more than ten centimeters, and it was curved, looking more like a hook.

Apparently this evil god wants to execute this greedy detective, but on the other hand, the film director Wen Ziren thinks it's terrible.

Watching the shots from several camera positions, he became more and more anxious.

Not because of anything else, but because under the balcony where Cheng Feng was, there was a group of Chinese tourists who didn't know.

No matter life or work, it is full of all kinds of uncontrollable accidents.

When everyone is negligent, even if there is a staff member downstairs in this building, let everyone know in advance.

But people will have moments of burnout. This group of Chinese tourist groups who hit by mistake stopped outside the National Library of Florence, listening to the tour guide's introduction in jerky Chinese, and taking pictures one by one.

As for Cheng Feng and the actor who played the detective, the two were still performing unrestrainedly. Cheng Feng's Hannibal, holding a spider knife, flashed coldly across the detective's belly.

Blood spattered everywhere, and the corner of Cheng Feng's mouth lightly pursed: "See you in the next life!"

A goodbye in the next life is Hannibal's last mass for the detective in this life!
With a slight push, with a bang, one person turned out from the balcony fence.

Bang-!
The sound of the rope being stretched was heard!
A person was hanged outside the building and hanged in public!

what……! ! !
What the hell!

I am Nima!
Top you a lung!

There was a sudden sound of cursing, and Cheng Feng was taken aback. The cursing tone seemed to be the common catchphrase of Chinese people.

On the other side, a group of Chinese tourists subconsciously looked up at the mess in front of them.

"Murder!"

"I'm going! This..."

"Damn! Vomit..."

"Vag... vomit..."

Wen Ziren was helpless, and hurriedly took the walkie-talkie and ordered: "The cameraman in charge of the street view, everyone raise the camera and point the lens at the 'corpse'."

Cheng Feng, on the other hand, continued to shoot, and subconsciously glanced downstairs, but secretly sighed in his heart: "Oh my god! What's going on? The extras in China are now of such high quality, and they all act so realistically!"

And Wen Ziren was helpless, he was most afraid that someone would sue the crew to court because of this incident, just imagine, when you witnessed a bloody murder alone.

And from the first perspective, I saw a scene of a person's blood splattered on the spot and internal organs flying.

Although it was filming, both the internal organs and the death of the actors were done extremely realistically.

Without the knowledge of the people, they will definitely believe it.

This is definitely a devastating blow to a modern person who lives in a modern society and has never even killed a chicken. It may leave a psychological shadow on people.

"Theatrical staff, immediately go over to evacuate the tourists and apologize, and must inform the tourists that we are filming."

Immediately after Wen Ziren paused, he felt hesitant in his heart. In his eyes, he felt that the behavior of the Chinese tourists in the camera just now was extremely real.

I'm afraid that if he were to find a group of actors to play it again now, it would not be able to achieve the effect of the accidental accident just now.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Ziren continued to hold the walkie-talkie and said: "Screen manager, after explaining the situation, try to communicate and see if you can use the shots that the tourists just took, and if necessary, you can pay these tourists for their appearance."

Wen Ziren then changed the channel with the walkie-talkie and said, "Executive Director, let's start with your actors!"

The executive director nodded, hung up the walkie-talkie and made an OK gesture.

The two actors who played mercenaries outside the building knew that it was time for them to appear when they saw the gesture of the executive director.

The two hurriedly got down from the truck they were in, and looked at the corpse floating in the air not far away, their eyes widened in horror.

"Oh, God!"

"This... the devil!!"

A moment later, two mercenaries immediately took out their pistols and rushed into the library building without any explanation.

In the empty library, the two searched separately, and the two were so nervous that there was nothing to add.

What they have to face is Hannibal, one of the top ten criminals in the world, the devil who cannibalizes human flesh, has an IQ that is off the charts, is proficient in killing, and is a living evil god in the world.

One of them walked to the place where Hannibal was still giving a speech just now, he was careful and controlled his breathing as much as possible.

With a gun in his hand, he looked around and walked slowly, but there was no shadow around, and Hannibal disappeared into the shadows like a ghost.

Suddenly a greeting came from behind the man: "Good evening, sir!"

This calm and melodious tone, a seemingly ordinary greeting, passed into the ears of the mercenary, but it was like the clarion call for death when the god of death came.

The mercenary hurriedly turned around and raised his gun to shoot the devil who suddenly appeared behind him.

Hannibal, played by Cheng Feng, smiled and said nothing like Kasyapa picking up a flower. He lightly picked up a round of curved petals with his fingertips, and brushed towards the man's neck like a gentle caress.

In a flash of youth, touching this man's neck, it was like a dragonfly touching water, stirring up bloody ripples.

Ripples rippled, and the red tulle flew up, covering Cheng Feng's cheeks.

Cheng Feng gently smoothed the layer of tulle on his cheeks with his fingers, kneading it with his hands, feeling the silkiness of the blood-colored tulle from his fingertips.

Then, quietly escaped into the darkness of the night...

(End of this chapter)