Doomsday Wonderland

"I won't look back at the explosion" boss's reward, thank you Fanwai (part 1)

"...I didn't catch it. What did you just say?"

"You don't seem to have a very good signal today? I said," the male voice on the phone was clear. "This time, you are sure of the shortlisted competition...because Tony didn't appear in that movie at all."

Bellini, with only half a cup left, was gently slapped on the countertop, and the reflection stood in the streamer.

The swivel chair slid silently for half a circle, leading Qingjiu Liu to face the huge French window that was six meters high and took up a whole wall.

The faint rain and fog outside the window still landed in the world, indifferent to the outline of the courtyard and forest. A whole glass-shaped light gray skylight also flooded the living room like rain and mist, shining a reflection on the phone screen during a call.

"You mean, he didn't appear in a movie starring himself." Kiyakuliu repeated as calmly as possible.

It's only eleven o'clock in the morning, and the wine in his few bottles has quietly dropped by a half. But he wasn't sure if it was himself or his agent who said the drunk at this time.

"Yes, it's incredible, isn't it? This is totally a scam." The agent was a little excited. "The bigger the scam, the less people dare to doubt. He didn't even go to the set! Look at it, this time the trophy is definitely is yours."

Qingjiuliu raised his hand and pressed his temple. His eyes fell on his naked upper body and saggy gray pajamas, his thoughts seemed to be swimming in his mind.

Obviously soaking in alcohol all the year round, the calories seem to be extra compassionate to him; his body is still firm and strong, thin and slender-he just suspects that his hearing is impaired.

"His movie is released." Kiyokuruu murmured, "I've seen it. He is the lead actor."

"That's all an illusion," the agent said with feverish enthusiasm: "They found someone who looks like Tony to play it!"

"...You started drinking in the morning too?"

"No, it makes sense for them to do this. First of all, how much is the difference between the cost of asking Tony and asking for a stand-in?"

Qing Jiuliu stared at the reflective mobile phone screen, wondering if he was walking in a drunken dream. The person in that movie was not Tony Slade himself—this statement made him want to laugh; he even thought about it, indeed he was not recording the show today.

But his agent, almost with a kind of enthusiasm, explained to him why the big production movie changed the starring role into a stand-in for fifteen minutes, what is the purpose of the crew, and how Tony Slade himself did it. Entering this scam...If Qingjiuli didn't interrupt him, the agent seemed to be able to continue talking for an hour.

"The consultant is here," Qingjiu Liu said in a pragmatic tone, "I'll call you later."

"No problem, I'll send you a few links," said the agent. "There are videos leaked when fans visit the class, there are analysis articles, evidence chains, and several similar incidents in the past. This kind of scam is likely to be related to foreign spies. There are relationships--"

Qingjiu Liu pressed and hung up.

The soft and dull doorbell once again floated in the rainy and foggy sky. In the cold room set at 64°F all the year round, it sank to the wooden floor and disappeared into the thick carpet.

He picked up a crumpled pullover from the floor next to the sofa, and wore it on as he walked; when he opened the door, the youngest actor was barely decent—at least not for receiving female visitors. excuse me.

For Qingjiu Liu, the consultant came and went like flowing water. It didn't matter who he was and what he said to him, and there was almost no difference. You see, human beings in the world are born with various shapes, he happens to be a waning moon. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to live an active and healthy life; he was born missing that piece.

However, Kiyokura still never cut off a consultant.

He likes the moments of being alone in the room with the counselor-no matter who it is. He listened to his own voice murmuring, and when the counselor looked at him, he was also quietly observing the counselor's look from a very distant place.

This was when he was closest to another human being, and was the furthest and most alienated.

He stabilized on this counselor and maintained it for several years, and it was not because of the effect; he just liked the other party's surname a little, although it was tacky, rounded and pleasing, weak and weak like sugar water.

The consultant and him sat in the same position, a few steps away. Love has developed an ability to smell the strong alcohol in the air.

"Have you contacted anyone today?" She asked gently, like the eldest sister.

On the day of psychological counseling, before starting the counseling, Kikuliu needs to pick out a relatively important person around him and talk to him intently for a while-this is his "homework".

If it weren't for homework, he wouldn't have heard crazy talk in his ears early in the morning.

"...As long as you use your brain and logic, you will know that it is impossible." He leaned lazily on the sofa, picked up the half of Bellini, and took a swagger-he insisted. It was peach juice, and Love pretended it was.

Putting down the cup, he squeezed his index finger and thumb, took a gesture to his lips, a hint that everyone knew.

"That guy, I'm afraid he is flying higher than the Empire State Building now? When he comes down, he will probably be ashamed."

It's also a coincidence that at this moment, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang five or six short text messages, all of which were sent by the agent.

"Look at it," the counselor encouraged, "I'm curious if what he said is true."

"It's not like what you should say," Qingjiu Liu almost laughed, picked up the phone, and swiped through the text messages carelessly.

Unexpectedly, the agent's remarks were not made by him suspiciously and wildly; there are actually so many videos, discussion threads, commentaries circulating on the Internet... He stared at the phone, and it was really unexpected for a while.

One thing that was originally clear and irrefutable, has become ambiguous in one video, text, and data one after another. More and more replies and discussions seem to be hitting it, and gradually it Twisted into another shape.

After throwing the phone back, Kiyakuliu drank the cocktail in one breath and poured it back on the sofa.

"You look a little unhappy." Love said, watching him.

"No."

"Think about how much I charge you every hour," Love said half-jokingly, "don't save me trouble."

Qingjiuliu let out a long breath. He is the kind of person who is very suitable for alcohol; he can feel that his eyes are moist and clear, his body is light and warm, his thoughts have melted away, and he can flow out of his throat in the form of sound at any time.

"Do you believe it?" Love still asked gently.

Qingjiu Liu sneered from his nose.

"No one knows his acting ability better than me," he felt that he needed to explain the matter itself, which was ridiculous enough. "My feeling now... it's like being forced to watch a nine-rate drama that doesn't even make up the story."

He frowned. "It's as if my aesthetics have been insulted, no-polluted."

"What does it mean to be contaminated?" Love leaned over slightly.

Qingji stayed silent for a while.

"I'm afraid I will become... one of the people who believes in this conclusion, right?"

"No," he waved his hand slightly, "that's impossible."

Love sat up straight again. "I don't know your industry... When you are ready, let's talk about it carefully."

"This is not a question of ignorance, this is the most basic logical question." Kiyokura couldn't explain why he was a little irritable.

"Regardless of the truth, isn't this the best for you?" Love seems to want to say a lot today, and said very calmly, "Tony Slade is your biggest opponent this time. Rumors, the possibility of him defeating you is slim..."

Qingjiu Liu glanced at her.

"Of course, you won't cheer about such a thing." Love said to himself: "Your utilitarianism is very weak, because you take yourself very lightly and don't care."

Stay for a long time and think about how much gin is left behind the bar.

There was silence in the living room for a while, and Love suddenly asked, "When was the last time you left the house or had close contact with people?"

I'm a little tired of writing the text, so let's change my taste! Although the selection of people outside the fan is a bit random... As far as I know, I don’t look back at Boss’s heart, it seems that it’s the puppeteer? Fanwai wrote Qingjiu Liu, is it the wrong version... But in short, I hope to express my gratitude for your so much love with this little meager effort.

Today’s special episode is (top), but I don’t know what state I will be tomorrow, whether it is suitable for writing the text or for writing (bottom), anyway, I can write whichever I can...

Always going off the track, when will I get to the end, I'm worried.