Xiao He narrowed his eyes.
He's been too busy lately, and before he's even had a chance to free up his hands, this guy is already preparing to take action.
Xiao He curled his lips into a smile and waved to Li Hanyue: "Then I'll ride in Uncle Li's car. Goodbye."
He then opened the car door and got into Li Zhicheng's car.
Li Hanyue nodded: "Okay, bye-bye, Brother Xiao~"
Li Zhicheng peeked out and looked at Li Hanyue: "Teacher Li, aren't you coming along?"
Li Hanyue explained, "My friend will be here soon, you guys go ahead."
Li Zhicheng: "..."
The man's expression turned ugly for a moment. He turned to look at Xiao He, who looked completely innocent, but ultimately said nothing more. He stepped on the gas and drove off towards the film studio.
Inside the car, the two fell into an eerie silence.
Xiao He decided to remain calm and composed, placing his hands naturally on his lap, looking straight ahead, appearing completely obedient.
Li Zhicheng glanced at the young man next to him in the rearview mirror, seemingly pondering something, then reached for a cigarette: "Would you like one?"
"Thank you, I don't smoke."
"OK."
Li Zhicheng lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.
Xiao He silently rolled down his car window.
After what seemed like an eternity, Li Zhicheng finally spoke: "Xiao, you're a student at Shanghai University, right? What brings you to becoming an actor?"
Xiao He raised an eyebrow: "Some accidents and a bit of luck, and I also really wanted to expose Zhu Laosan's ugly face to the public, so I accepted the director's invitation."
"I see—" Li Zhicheng smirked. "You do have a strong sense of justice."
Xiao He sensed the sarcasm in the man's words, so he decided to take the initiative: "Uncle Li, you've been watching my performances lately. What do you think of my acting? Is it accurate enough?"
Li Zhicheng: "I don't know much about acting, but I guess if the real Lao San saw you, he would be very surprised, after all, your face is really very realistic."
"I see—"
Xiao He drew out his words, his gaze piercing through the smoke as he fixed on the somewhat lean man before slowly shifting his gaze away: "Uncle Li, do you think they'll be able to catch the murderer in their lifetime?"
"Hehe." Li Zhicheng chuckled. "Of course I hope they can catch the murderer as soon as possible, but more than 20 years have passed, and nobody knows what the murderer's situation is."
"That's true, but it reminds me of a news story I saw before—"
Xiao He said, seemingly with a sigh.
"The fugitive that the police have been after for many years hasn't actually gone far. Over the years, he has been lurking near the victims' families, enjoying the thrill of watching the victims' families suffer while the police have done nothing for years. Uncle Li, do you think that Zhu Laosan might be the same way, secretly hiding near the victims' families all these years, and even knowing that a film crew is about to film the murder he committed back then?"
Li Zhicheng paused for a moment, his cigarette trembled, and ash fell onto his trousers, but he didn't care at all. He just turned his head and stared at Xiao He with a cold expression.
Meeting the man's scrutinizing gaze, Xiao He pretended not to notice and smiled slightly at him: "What's wrong, Uncle Li? We were just chatting casually. What do you think Zhu Laosan's reaction would be if he knew about this? Would he want to come to the set to see? Maybe he'd even comment on how well I, the actor playing 'Zhu Laosan,' have portrayed the character?"
The young man's smile was not inherently malicious, but his criminal nature added a touch of mockery and ridicule to it, as if he already knew everything perfectly well.
Li Zhicheng licked his dry lips and said, "I don't know anything about these things."
"Speaking of which, Uncle Li's accent is quite heavy. Were you also from Province C before? Why did you decide to develop your career in Shanghai?"
Li Zhicheng stroked the steering wheel: "I just came here casually to broaden my horizons."
“After all—” He looked at Xiao He with a half-smile, “Xiao’s knife skills have really opened my eyes. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen them. They are quite different from the techniques I usually see.”
"How did you learn to wield that sword, Xiao?"
"It's the boning technique."
The young man said quietly.
"Uncle Li, do you know that bone shaving is all about efficiency and aesthetics? If you're fast enough, you can even see the prey's muscles spasm and twitch due to the nerve reflexes that haven't dissipated yet, and the bone under the knife will seem to dance. If you're too slow, it might get stuck in the gaps between the bones, making a creaking sound, which would greatly damage the completion and efficiency of the work."
Li Zhicheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh?"
He glanced at the rearview mirror, and the young man in the mirror seemed to know he was being watched. His gaze pierced through the mirror, meeting his eyes. Those dark eyes were exactly like someone's from twenty years ago, filled with pure evil: "Uncle Li, have you ever experienced this?"
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