Chapter 137 Fitting in, Truth, and a Little Selfishness "Then can I...?"
V City, Fengyue Building, rooftop.
Just by glancing down from the edge of the fence, the screenwriter felt like he was about to faint from his fear of heights.
He staggered back several steps, and only after making sure he was completely safe did he calm down, pressing his chest as if still shaken.
After making a few jokes with the other person, the director walked forward confidently.
In his storyboard sketches, he stated that in order to present the best visual effects, he would use the most advanced camera movement techniques in the filming of this scene.
However, after standing in the same spot and looking down at the entire V City through the fence covered in gray cement grime, the director suddenly realized what the textbook meant by "great skill lies in simplicity."
With his eyes stinging from the wind blowing up from between the buildings, he turned around, forcing a nonchalant air, and asked calmly, "Mr. Yuan, do you remember what the situation was like back then?"
After the two sides met formally, and after Yuan Jianxing repeatedly emphasized it, the director and screenwriter finally abandoned the title "Deputy Director Yuan" and changed it to the more common and ordinary "Mr. Yuan".
"Actually, we also collected as much information as possible from the internet," the screenwriter, who had recovered, explained, "but it basically only contains the first half of the story."
In fact, there was no need for them to say more. As someone who experienced it firsthand, Yuan Jianxing clearly remembered every detail that happened on the rooftop, and naturally knew why there was no record of the second half of the story—that is, the part after he arrived on the rooftop.
“I will tell you both all the information that can be disclosed to the public at present.” He gestured to Nanfang. “To ensure the clarity of the message, I will tell you in chronological order, starting from when Wan Chuanqiu was intercepted at the motel in the South District.”
Seemingly realizing that the person standing in front of him was not an executive officer, Yuan Jianxing added, "Whether to adopt it or not, or what kind of artistic processing to make, is entirely up to you. I hope this will serve as a starting point for discussion."
The director and screenwriter were taken aback at first, then looked at each other and immediately nodded vigorously.
There was an unexpected bonus!
In order to appear as part of the group, Fu Ze, as the other party involved, had to also put on a show of listening attentively.
"After discovering the body of Kazama Yage, who was also Wan Chuanqiu's childhood friend and the owner of the MCN he worked for, Fengyue Zhidi immediately reported the case. According to the court's records, the specific time was 11:30 p.m.."
Yuan Jianxing's speaking and doing style has always been like this: delivering the most important information in the most concise language.
When he recounted the past of Wan Chuanqiu and Kazama Yaka, not only the director and screenwriter, but even Fu Ze was captivated.
Because Yuan Jianxing had previously found that group photo on the wall of Cuiya's restaurant, Fu Ze knew that Cuiya, Wan Chuanqiu, and Fengjian Yage had known each other since childhood.
But he wasn't entirely sure what exactly caused Cui Ya to stay in L City, while Wan Chuanqiu and Kazama Yage came to V City.
But Hara Mihoshi was clearly aware of this.
“In the past few years, Wan Chuanqiu debuted as a borderline pure and sexy internet celebrity and gradually became well-known under the guidance of Kazama Yage.”
"Soon, he wanted to change his career path, but the results were disappointing."
"Because of this matter, Wan Chuanqiu clashed with Kazama Yage several times. Finally, Kazama Yage, unable to bear it any longer, forcibly placed Wan Chuanqiu under house arrest and changed the password regularly to prevent Wan Chuanqiu from escaping."
As they spoke, Yuan Jianxing glanced at Fu Ze almost imperceptibly.
Clearly, if it weren't for Kazama Gaka's mistake, Wan Chuanqiu wouldn't have had the opportunity to escape from his place of house arrest and then sneak into the Fengyue Building to stab his opponent.
Fu Ze expressed his helplessness regarding this.
Technically speaking, if you want to load your own information into someone else's body to achieve the effect of "rebirth after death," you must completely erase the other person's existence.
At best, it can retain some muscle memory.
No matter how careful Fu Ze is, it's impossible for him to uncover Kazama Masaka's "forced love" that leaves absolutely no trace!
The screenwriter raised his hand and asked, "Then why did Wan Chuanqiu go to the motel in the South District first after taking revenge, and then travel all the way across V City to break him out of prison?"
“I don’t know why he went to the motel. But I do know a little about why he broke into the prison.” Although he was answering the screenwriter’s question, Yuan Jianxing’s gaze remained fixed on Fu Ze.
With her arms crossed over her chest, Fu Ze, now "clearly distinguishing herself from her former self," calmly basked in Yuan Jianxing's gaze.
“He has questions for Snake Eyes, the prisoner I was transported from L City for interrogation.” Turning his gaze away, Yuan Jianxing continued his eloquent reply, “I don’t know the specifics, but it’s probably about the [key].
It's quite rare for Hara Mihoshi to say the words "it is unknown".
For a meticulous person like him, any ambiguity is unacceptable.
However, knowing that Wan Chuanqiu was shot dead at the Trial Bureau that very night before he could be interrogated, which led to Yuan Jianxing's demotion, the screenwriter could only feel regret.
"However, to Wan Chuanqiu's surprise, despite having a gun pointed at his head, Snake Eyes insisted on waiting until I arrived at the scene before answering."
The screenwriter suddenly realized: "Oh, that's why there was that high-profile rooftop protest..."
Just as the screenwriter was about to say something wrong, the director quickly nudged him.
Upon receiving the prompt, the screenwriter's tongue immediately tied in knots, "Rooftop...shouting."
Having witnessed the interaction between the two, Fu Ze was silently amused.
After this brief digression, Yuan Jianxing continued to recount the details of Wan Chuanqiu's actions as if they were his own treasures.
How did this person use the executive officer to find the snake's eye, how did he instigate and trigger a chaotic fight on the spot, how did he take advantage of the "fight between the snipe and the clam" to fish in troubled waters and "profit from the chaos," and finally successfully escape along a predetermined, bizarre route?
The screenwriter and director were dumbfounded by this series of events.
Although the core inspiration came from Wan Chuanqiu's "rooftop shout" at the time, they never expected that these backstory recaps would be so wonderful.
The two thought with a bittersweet feeling: another revision is coming.
"After coming out of the sewer, he took Snake Eyes by freight elevator to the rooftop."
"The reason he chose this location was entirely to make full use of the characteristics of the Demon Lizard 757 and to use the projection as cover to evade the executive officer's search."
Yuan Jianxing stomped his foot. "His car was parked right here at the time."
"After that, up to the time I arrived at the scene, you should be very clear about what happened."
Despite the signal interference, the images captured and projected by the cameras in the Fengyue Building were still recorded.
Therefore, Yuan Jianxing only added some details to the conversation between the three of them at the time, and emphasized that after Snake Eyes finished answering, Wan Chuanqiu did not hesitate to shoot and discard him like a used tool.
After hearing what had happened, the director and screenwriter were completely at peace and even accepted Wan Chuanqiu's actions with equanimity.
The "culprit" who was listening in turned his head away guiltily.
After asking for some more details, the screenwriter, bursting with inspiration, grasped Hara Mihoshi's hand and shook it vigorously up and down, saying, "Thank you so much, Mr. Hara, for providing us with such detailed information for our creative work."
"It's nothing, don't mention it."
On the other side, the director didn't neglect Fu Ze either, saying, "We also benefited from Teacher Que Ling's presence; otherwise, how would we have been able to meet Mr. Yuan in person?"
Fu Ze casually replied, "It's a small matter, nothing to mention."
After watching the two leave, Fu Ze was finally able to speak as "Fu Ze".
He tossed his hair, which had been cut into the same wolf tail style as Wan Chuanqiu's for easier makeup and styling later, and said, "Listening to you recount the scene, I inexplicably felt like I was cheating on myself."
Yuan Jianxing was somewhat amused and exasperated: "The premise is that I had to like you when you were still in Wan Chuanqiu's body."
When this topic came up, Fu Ze immediately became interested.
He leaped to the same height as when he was standing on the Lizard 757, looking down at Yuan Jianxing: "You really don't like it?"
In other contexts, this would almost be a fatal question.
But Yuan Jianxing frankly said, "Why would I have feelings for someone who increases my workload for no reason?"
"That's how it's written in novels: the domineering CEO always falls in love with the beautiful intern who accidentally spills coffee on his shirt."
When talking about "domineering CEO", Fu Ze pointed to Yuan Jianxing; when talking about "beautiful intern", he pointed to himself.
"And as it turns out, this statement is true."
Faced with Fu Ze's sophistry of skipping over all the intermediate processes and forcibly proving cause and effect, Yuan Jianxing smiled.
Just then, a gust of wind blew from below, causing Fu Ze's hair to fly in all directions.
Combined with the orange-red glow of the setting sun, in Yuan Jianxing's eyes, Fu Ze at this moment and Fu Ze at that time seemed to overlap.
It has never changed from beginning to end.
Yuan Jianxing inexplicably connected the words left by "the letter writer Fu Ze" to Fu Ze in that letter—
However, based on my understanding of you, no matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter along the way, you will definitely persevere in pursuing the truth.
Indeed, Fu Ze has always been the same Fu Ze: full of clever ideas, strong in execution, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, sometimes wavering but ultimately steadfast.
As he silently recited the final adjective, a bittersweet emotion surged within Yuan Jianxing, prompting him to voice a wish he had been deliberately suppressing:
"Then may I know what you look like?"
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As soon as Yuan Jianxing asked that question, the atmosphere on the rooftop seemed to freeze, and even the strong wind disappeared without a trace.
Watching his hair slowly fall, Fu Ze murmured, "I was wondering before, if you care so much about my real experiences, why don't you mention my real appearance at all?"
He leaped down from where he was standing, turned around and rested his elbows on the railing, glancing sideways at Yuan Jianxing, "So this is where you were waiting for me."
"Is it possible?" Sensing a hint of feasibility in Fu Ze's tone, Yuan Jianxing became unusually eager.
Fu Ze looked troubled. "I finally got you to accept Que Ling. If I change my appearance again, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted?"
Yuan Jianxing said confidently, "No, that won't happen."
Do you have any evidence?
"No, but it won't happen."
"You think you can't just say you can't? Do you take me for a three-year-old?"
"You're twenty-five. If I really wanted to lie to you, I would have used other methods."
After a struggle that seemed to be going in circles, Fu Ze looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.
Yuan Jianxing knew that this meant the other party was going to make concessions.
“Although it’s not a big deal, and I can definitely do it, there’s still a bit of selfishness involved,” Fu Ze said softly, looking down at a piece of broken brick he was grinding with his toe.
Selfish motives?
Yuan Jianxing asked with his eyes: What ulterior motive?
Fu Ze hesitated for once, "I am indeed not as good-looking as Que Ling."
……ah?
Upon receiving such a reply, Yuan Jianxing's feelings were somewhat indescribable.
"Think about it, I'm just a programmer. No matter how high my rank is, I'm still a programmer, the kind who has to stay up all night writing code," Fu Ze chuckled dryly. "How can that compare to the pampered life of a big star..."
“It’s alright,” Yuan Jianxing interrupted, “because that’s who you really are.”
The topic has returned to its starting point.
"Anyway, if you regret it, I'll just erase your memory." Fu Ze slightly raised his chin, looking like he was ready to die. "I don't care about your worldview or values. I won't feel the slightest bit guilty about this."
Yuan Jianxing nodded happily, "Yes, I agree."
"Then... close your eyes first."
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