After resting for a while, Han Fei looks at the wall, which is covered with photos.

“Why do the seven victims appear in that way? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?”

“Now Wei Youfu and Ami have sobered up a little, what I want to do next is to help the other deceased to regain their senses.”

Han Fei knows that the biggest wish of those dead is to catch the murderer. But as a comedian, he is more than capable of doing so, and even if he does meet the murderer, it's not certain who will be caught by whom.

Han Fei takes out his phone and starts recording, “The place I live in the game is very dangerous. The known information right now is that there are four rooms on each floor, and I live on the fourth floor. The residents in this building should know that I live in a murder house, and they don't dare to just come in.”

“In this way, the monster in my house should be more dangerous, at least many residents are afraid of it.”

“Also, I need to watch out for the child on the third floor. His house is a big trouble, and he might be as dangerous as my monster roommate.”

“I quit the game on the third floor this time, and I will appear on the third floor the next time I log in. If that child waited there, I would die.”

Han Fei is now worried that he is dragged into the room by that child: “In the future, if I had the opportunity, I should try to invite him into my house on the fourth floor.”

……

The sun shines on his face, Han Fei wakes up in a daze, looks at the watch on the wall, and immediately jumps out of bed.

“It is nine o'clock now, and Director Jiang is probably anxious.”

When he arrives, the crew has already started work. “Sorry to be late.”

The staff waves his hand: “The villain actor of the first scene has not yet arrived, so there is no hurry.”

The key grip, who was frightened by Han Fei's acting skills last time, comes over and hands Han Fei a cup of coffee: “The villain actor of the first scene has not yet arrived. It is not the first time. No hurry.”

“Who is the villain in this movie?”

“His name is Zhan Lele, and he has participated in many variety shows before. This time, he wants to prove his acting skills via our movie.”

“Hasn't he acted before?” Han Fei puts down the coffee in his hand.

“In my opinion, Zhan Lele's first challenge to the villain role is a good publicity point.” As the key grip talks, there are chaotic footsteps outside the apartment.

A young man in his early twenties enters the set accompanied by a male agent, with strong perfume and masked alcohol.

“Go put on your makeup.” Director Jiang says.

After all the staff are in place, Zhan Lele, who put on makeup, arrives late.

“The first scene is in the hallway. You secretly set your sights on Ami and then follow her into the hallway. I need you to create that feeling of being like a shadow.”

“Okay.” Zhan Lele nods very confidently.

But Zhan Lele's trailing doesn't feel oppressive, as if it isn't a psychopathic murderer, but a drunken man.

Just the first scene is repeated more than a dozen times. Zhan Lele goes upstairs and downstairs, and finally sits tiredly on the stairs.

“Director, I have my style, and I want to shape this character according to my ideas.”

“The character you created is such a little rascal?” Director Jiang is dissatisfied.

Director Jiang covers his face: “Ask anyone in the audience if your role as a psychopathic killer scared them.”

A few random people are asked and the answers are all no.

“The actors who auditioned yesterday as victims could scare the key grip, and you play a homicidal maniac like a drunken punk. Do you even read the script?”

“I don't believe that.”

Director Jiang directly asks Han Fei to come over: “Have you read the script?"

“Yes.”

“You play a murderer. Give him a sample.”

Han Fei doesn't want to come forward, but he couldn't refuse.

Lowering his head, his mind drifts to his sixth-floor neighbor. A sharp knife in hand, standing in the gloom of the staircase, watching his prey come toward him.

Suppressed gasps, creepy stares. The target has finally entered the darkened hallway, and now there is no one to stop him.

Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stares at Zhan Lele's neck and gradually reveals a smile.