This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Seeing the person in charge, Lin Jue had a rough guess in his mind. Now, after hearing what the woman said, he basically confirmed what had happened to Bi Zheng.

An ordinary student, although suffering from cerebral palsy, was still full of enthusiasm for life, worked hard, and was admitted to Sanjiang's best art academy with excellent academic scores and talent in portrait sculpture.

After entering the academy, he began to show his talent. His extraordinary talent in sculpture made him initially famous, and his works could be found in various exhibitions.

Until one day, the student discovered that his works began to become strange. They seemed to possess human consciousness, learning human expressions and actions, and even speaking.

At an exhibition, he discovered that the person in charge of the exhibition, who had once been his model, seemed different from before. His behavior was like a sculpture, his expression was stiff, and his movements were strange.

He finally discovered a terrifying fact: the sculptures he made had replaced the models and were living as humans.

If the sculptures turned into people, where did the original people go?

The only result was death.

The works he was originally proud of turned into harmful entities, which completely broke the student's mentality. He didn't want to give up his talent, so he completely smashed all the realistic sculptures and switched styles to create abstract sculptures.

However, what he couldn't accept was that even after changing his style, as long as the sculptures had facial features, they would develop consciousness, so he began to resist sculpting facial features.

The dust on his talent, the teacher's incomprehension, the regret of the people around him, all of this made it difficult for him to bear. He couldn't talk about this kind of thing with others, and all the negative emotions piled up in his heart, which made his personality more and more withdrawn.

The sculptures in Wu Fang's room all had a bitter expression, just like the foreign artist Malevich he had mentioned before. The sculptures made by Bi Zheng also reflected the pain in his heart.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" The person in charge walked over at this time, with a mechanical smile still on his face, his pupils staring at Lin Jue: "Sir, weren't you having diarrhea just now?"

"That...it's much better now." Lin Jue rubbed his stomach and said in surprise: "This beautiful lady...is your wife? I was just promoting our hospital's...beauty projects to her, and there's a big autumn promotion going on."

"Yes, honey, he's promoting beauty projects to me."

Seeing the man, a trace of fear flashed in the woman's eyes. It seemed that Lin Jue's words had made her suspicious of her husband, but she didn't show it. Instead, she touched the area around her eyes and said in a coquettish tone: "Honey, look, I have fine lines, I should go for some maintenance."

"Okay, tell me how much money you need when the time comes." The person in charge reached out and touched the woman's head. The woman's expression froze for a moment, and she pouted and said, "There are other people here."

This person's acting skills are not bad, and his psychological quality is also okay.

Lin Jue recited Fang Hao's phone number: "Well...I won't bother you two anymore. Well, sister, if you need anything, just call me."

The person in charge's eyes kept moving back and forth between Lin Jue and the woman, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

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The next day's class was at 3 pm. After Lin Jue woke up in the morning, he went directly to the Little Red Flower Welfare Institute.

Here he met Bi Zheng again. This student probably didn't have classes in the morning. Like him, he came to the welfare institute again. Although his movements were very inconvenient, he was still playing games with the children and contributing his strength to this welfare institute.

This is a very kind-hearted student, so he would rather waste his talent than let his works harm people again.

Bi Zheng also noticed him, but this time his eyes were not as wary as before. Instead, he nodded slightly at Lin Jue.

"Why do I feel that this guy has relaxed his vigilance against Zhou Yue in just two days? Did he see that I'm a good person? Kind-hearted people always appreciate each other."

Lin Jue returned a smile, handed the large and small bags he bought to Teacher Zhang, and walked towards Liao Fan, who was sitting in the corner.

Liao Fan noticed his arrival, raised his head slightly, glanced at him, and then lowered his head again, scribbling on the drawing book with a watercolor pen.

"What are you drawing?" Lin Jue leaned over and sat down.

On the drawing book was a gray background, with a black building looming in the gray mist, and on the top floor of the building was a small red figure.

This child...

"Are you drawing your dream?" The scene in this painting was exactly the same as the scene when Liao Fan entered the mist.

"Is this really a dream? I feel it's so real." Liao Fan took out a black pen and drew curved lines around the black building. These should represent the black blood vessels on the outer wall of the Eternal Night Building.

Lin Jue took out a White Rabbit candy from his pocket, put it in Liao Fan's palm, and smiled: "It must be a dream. Let me tell you a secret, uncle is actually very timid. I shrank in the quilt and slept until dawn, how could I have actively run into the mist."

Liao Fan didn't know whether to believe it or not, and stuffed the White Rabbit candy into his mouth: "But I think you're lying to me. You give me the feeling of someone."

"Is it that uncle? Because I have his smell on me?" Lin Jue said, seeing Liao Fan nodding, his heart moved. Could it be that this child saw something?

Just as he was about to continue asking, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps, one deep and one shallow, coming from behind him. Without turning his head, he could tell who was coming just by listening to the footsteps.

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"Can...can we chat?" Bi Zheng stopped beside him.

Lin Jue noticed that Liao Fan's body began to tremble. This child still couldn't accept other adults approaching him except for him.

He sighed in his heart, stood up, and smiled: "Let's go, let's find another place to talk."

He didn't know if Liao Fan had seen anything, but he knew that Bi Zheng had definitely seen something.

The two walked into an empty room one after the other. Lin Jue took out a chair and sat down first, and then handed Bi Zheng another one: "Sit down and talk."

"You, you don't seem surprised at all...that I would come to you." Bi Zheng sat down holding the back of the chair. His pupils looking at Lin Jue had no focus, as if he was looking at another person.

"Actually, I'm quite surprised. After all, your attitude towards me before was very cold. Today, you actually took the initiative to come and chat with me."

Lin Jue knew the purpose of Bi Zheng's visit, but he pretended not to know and waited for the other party to speak first.

He pointed to the nameplate on his white coat: "Do you have any psychological problems you want to consult about? I'm quite knowledgeable in this area and can provide you with free consultation services."

Bi Zheng's gaze moved to the nameplate and said leisurely: "What should I...call, call you?"

"As you can see, Zhou Yue." Lin Jue curled his lips: "You can call me Doctor Zhou."

"I mean, your real...name." Bi Zheng's pupils finally regained focus: "Or rather...your, your real identity."