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"I'm driving you crazy!"

"San'er, you're crazy! Stop fighting!"

"Ka! It's passed! Pack up the props!"

As the flames rose, the staff quickly put out the burning shelves with fire extinguishers. The actors also checked their physical condition to see if they had any burns.

Lu Ze gasped and wiped the ashes from his hair. Just now, Jing'er, the younger brother who was shooting the tree, was fighting with the tree. In order to ensure authenticity, the two of them did not use all their strength when throwing out their fists, but they did use force when tearing apart.

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"Brother Lu, are you okay? I didn't do it lightly or hard. Is there any discomfort?"

The actor who plays San'er is a special guest, and his acting skills are really good. Now that the filming is over, come over and apologize to Lu Ze. If it hurts, don't blame him, a young actor.

"I'm fine, how are you? We are all actors, and we are all here for filming, so there is no need to say such things."

After comforting the actor, Wang Zixuan came over with a feather duster to sweep away the snow and ash on Lu Ze's body to prevent the snow from melting and playing with mud on his body.

Back in the room, Lu Ze lay on the chair, unscrewed the water cup and blew lightly. His thermos cup was quite expensive and had a good heat preservation function. The tea he brewed two hours ago still burns his mouth when he drinks it.

I picked up the script and read it for a while, and then I finished filming the scenes in the countryside. It took nearly two months in total. Filmmaking must be as meticulous as possible. If you make a small mistake, you have to reshoot it in order to maintain the standard.

For example, when Lu Ze was filming a TV series, if he was fast on the first day, he could shoot fifteen or six pages of the script, but when filming a movie, the slowest day would be just to polish that one shot.

As for the scene of Shu's wedding that was filmed half a month ago, the scene was stuck for two days. Before going to bed every night, Lu Ze would drink a large glass of water to ensure that his face would be swollen when he woke up the next morning. Then he would put on cold makeup and follow the

The dead are almost transformed during the funeral, and they do look a bit spooky.

But it was also because of his insistence on filming well even though he was taking care of his body that Lu Ze was recognized by all the actors and staff present. To be honest, this kind of professionalism is something they rarely see among young actors anymore.

"Lu Er, you are exhausted. Take Zixuan back to rest first. There is no drama anyway. The prop team can stay here to clean up. Listen to me and go back first."

Zhuang Yu couldn't bear to see him resting on the chair with his eyes closed. Lu Ze's current physical condition was not very good. He started to have a fever a few days ago and was put on an intravenous drip at the village clinic for three days. Just like that, Lu Ze also

Not a single complaint was made.

But Lu Ze didn't say it. He couldn't take it seriously. It was affection for others to act in his own play. Even if he moved Lu Ze with the script, it was also affection.

Not to mention anything else, Lu Ze is now very popular because of "Forensic Qin Ming". If he takes on a new drama, the director will probably be embarrassed to open his mouth if the cost of an episode is less than 200,000 yuan.

So is he filming for money? If he is doing it for money, wouldn't it be better for him to film his urban drama comfortably? He has to go all the way to the whole city to suffer this crime?

Looking at him now, his hair is messy, his lips are cracked by the cold, and they bleed when he grins. He has an unkempt beard, and his cheekbones are still bloodshot from the cold. He looks completely different from the handsome Qin Ming.

These are all accounts of gratitude. He is a man and it is not easy to talk about it. He writes it down in his heart.

Lu Ze opened his eyes. His eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. His cold was not over yet and he coughed twice.

"Okay, then I'll go back to sleep first. I'm a little sleepy. Come on, Zixuan. I'll take you to a farmhouse first."

Wrapped in a military coat, he looked like an out-and-out old farmer, a little stooped, and slowly left the yard, got into the car driven by the stage manager, sat down and left.

Zhuang Yu suddenly remembered what Li Wei said to him. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but the longer the shooting started, the more he started to overthink it.

"Look at Lu'er, he seems to have something wrong now."

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"Brother Lu... I won't go back to the farmhouse. Are you feeling bad? I'll go back to the hotel with you. If you feel bad, let's go to the hospital."

Lu Ze's head was now like paste and buzzing. Hearing Wang Zixuan's worried words, he waved his hands gently and closed his eyes to rest. He felt tired even if he said a word.

As an assistant, Wang Zixuan has seen how Lu Ze lives these days. To be honest, she has never seen such a terrifying person since she was a child.

A person who doesn't have any spare time except talking to his family every day, doesn't play with his mobile phone, doesn't play cards with the old guys on the set, and except for drinking a little wine during meals, his life is very boring.

So what does he do? Read scripts, revise biographies, and mutter words every day. He is either working on the scene with the script in hand, or he finds a small open space, walks in circles and memorizes lines.

Wang Zixuan opened WeChat for exercise. Lu Ze ranked first in the number of steps every day. He took 20,000 steps a day. He kept walking and lost weight.

The most important thing is that when he got a new movie, he felt like he had a baby, or maybe it was pressure, and the smile on his face became less and less. It was like this even when he was filming "Forensic Qin Ming". Until the filming was completed, the smile on his face

It gradually increased.

She doesn't like to laugh either, because she has some facial nerve problems. Let alone laughing, even making some expressions is difficult, and it's even scarier when she smiles.

But this does not mean that she is unhappy in her heart, but what about Lu Ze? He is really unhappy. He keeps everything in his heart and does not say anything. He is immersed in the world of the script and does not come out until the filming is finished.

When Wang Zixuan saw that Lu Ze didn't say anything, she became even more worried until the car stopped at the door of the farmhouse.

"Get off the car and come find me at the hotel tomorrow."

"Brother Lu... I'll go to your place tonight and spend the night together. I'm very worried about your state. Don't worry, I won't disturb you. You can rest and I won't talk much."

"Stop talking, it's so cold, just take care of yourself and don't catch a cold. Get out of the car."

"As an assistant..."

"As an assistant, you should listen to me, get off the car, go to bed quickly, and remember to soak your feet at night to get rid of the cold."

After being forcibly pushed out of the car, she stood innocently outside the farmhouse, still expressionless, but always felt that she was a little wronged. Lu Ze asked the driver to drive and ignored her.

Anyway, he had already been delivered to the door of the farmhouse, so nothing could happen. He was too tired, not physically but mentally.

Back in the room, Lu Ze looked at himself in the mirror, and slapped himself. His face in the mirror was still expressionless, and he slapped himself again, still the same.

After taking a shower, he got into bed, sat blankly for a while, turned over, turned off the bedside lamp, closed his eyes, and prepared for the next system lesson.

"It is detected that the host's mental state is anxious, unstable, and has an irregular heartbeat. The host is prohibited from accessing this course and is forced to sleep. Good night."

"Aren't there going to be classes...?"

Lu Ze suddenly felt that the system's good night was really cute. Then his body felt weightless and he fell into sleep. Then he had a dream, a very strange dream.

In the dream, there was a large group of people gathered around him, some old, some young, some missing arms and legs, their backs to him, watching something.

Lu Ze was very curious. He didn't know why he was so curious, so he pushed forward and squeezed forward. Finally, he squeezed to the front row and saw a dozen big men beating someone.

The man was curled up on the ground, huddled up like shrimps. The man who seemed to be the leader actually took out a machete more than one meter long from his trouser pocket.

"What the hell...what are you doing with a knife? Are you going to kill someone in broad daylight?"

Is it scientific to take out a machete more than one meter long from his trouser pocket? But he didn't know why he didn't care, and turned his head. He couldn't see the faces of the group of people clearly, but only saw their indifferent eyes.

Everyone, a total of four to five hundred people, had the same look in their eyes, as cold as ice could form. They looked at the person lying on the ground without any pity.

Lu Ze didn't know where his sense of justice came from. He tugged on the clothes of a man watching next to him. Strangely enough, Lu Ze couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly see the beard on his chin and neatly trimmed cheekbones.

Hu.

"Brother... please help call the police, this is going to cost lives."

The man crossed his arms, looked at the man on the ground with contempt and snorted: "If you die, you will die. You won't live long anyway. Don't worry, you can't die now. We still have doctors here."

"You have a doctor, but you can't watch them chop people!"

"Hehe... We still have police here. Who doesn't want him to die?"

At this time, the elder brother who took the lead spoke, and carrying a machete, he went up and gave the man on the ground a slap in the face.

"You want to die so soon? Dare you make trouble?"

Another man next to the eldest brother suddenly laughed, and the laughter was very evil: "Skin...it's really time, I haven't played with it for a long time, and I'm a bit addicted. Give me the knife, and I'll see if his meat is tender."

Tender.”

He wanted to grab his brother's knife, but he stopped him. He turned around and shouted: "Idiot! Where is the fool? Come here! He rebelled, so this job should be left to you! Take off one of his legs first."

A man walked out of the crowd, and Lu Ze noticed that there was a woman behind him. She seemed to be the only woman in the circle, but she was just a black shadow. He could only tell by her figure that she was a woman.

It seemed that she was very timid. She tugged on the clothes of the man who had just come out, as if she wanted to stop her, and tugged gently twice. The man touched her head, but firmly picked up the machete, walked over, and took a photo.

The man's thigh hit the ground with a knife.

"Fuck! Call the police! My legs fell off!"

Lu Ze was very scared. After all, a man had his leg chopped off alive. He shouted loudly, hoping that someone could help the man on the ground, but what he got in exchange was the cold gazes of hundreds of people.

"This is not where you should be, get out!"

The eldest brother walked up to Lu Ze and kicked Lu Ze hard in the stomach. Then everything went dark before his eyesight blurred.

He saw the unnatural, twisted hands of the man on the ground...