This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Lin Jue stopped on the second floor, and the landlord stopped as well.

“When you left, a fellow moved into room number 1. I heard he used to be a senior executive at some company, but now he's down on his luck and can only afford to rent a house in the urban village. He hides in his room all day and rarely sees anyone.”

“Let me introduce you. We're all neighbors now, so we should look out for each other.”

The landlord knocked on the door of room number 1 while saying, “Old Li, come out and meet your neighbor.”

Lin Jue stood aside without speaking. The landlord was being a bit too enthusiastic, wasn't he? Did he think that a good neighborly relationship was a must in his house?

The door opened quickly. Old Li, as the landlord called him, was over forty years old. He was only wearing a pair of flowered shorts, and his exposed skin had patches of strange bright red, like he had some kind of skin disease.

This person, like the landlord, also had a faint dark aura.

How strange. He doesn't seem to have any strange objects on him. Could those flowered shorts be a strange object?

And is this person very hot?

Lin Jue felt a little strange. The temperature today wasn't high, and you wouldn't feel hot even wearing a jacket. Wasn't Old Li cold going shirtless? Or was it because of the skin disease that he wasn't wearing clothes?

“Hello.” Old Li extended his hand, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to show a smile, but his muscles seemed to be stiff, and he couldn't smile at all.

“Hello, my name is Fu Yu.” Lin Jue reached out and shook his hand.

His hand was ice-cold, like grabbing a big block of ice.

His hands are so cold, why isn't he wearing clothes?

Lin Jue withdrew his hand nonchalantly. Old Li exchanged a few more words with the landlord before closing the door.

“Old Li has a bit of a strange personality. Today was actually good. He didn't used to pay much attention to people.” The landlord said in a low voice.

“Besides you, two young men have moved in upstairs, about the same age as you. You should be able to get along well.”

The landlord didn't seem to want to leave, and instead followed Lin Jue to the outside of room number 2.

Lin Jue took out the large key, inserted it into the lock, and asked, “What about room number 3? Has no one moved in during this time?”

There were three rooms on each floor. Old Li lived in number 1, Fu Yu lived in number 2, so number 3 should be the neighbor mentioned in the script.

After all, the script used the female pronoun 'she' in the introduction, so the person he was supposed to be peeping at was naturally not Old Li, but the resident of room number 3.

“No one. It's been empty all along.” The landlord shook his head, his eyes fixed on Lin Jue's hand, as if confirming whether the key could open the door.

No one?

Lin Jue paused as he turned the key. If there was no one, how would the plot unfold?

Could it be that the female neighbor hadn't moved in yet?

He opened the door. The room was just an ordinary single room. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom were all squeezed into a twenty-square-meter room. A black raincoat hung on the coat rack at the door.

Only after the door was completely opened did the landlord give Lin Jue a meaningful look before silently leaving.

“Did this guy see that I'm a fake Fu Yu? He's been guarding here, seemingly just to confirm whether I can open the door.”

Lin Jue closed the door. The plot of this two-star script was full of strangeness before it even started.

He turned on the light and walked to the raincoat, sniffing it closely.

There was no bloody smell at all. It was just an ordinary raincoat.

Lin Jue put his bag on the bed and carefully observed the room.

The room was simply decorated, with not much furniture. There was a single iron bed, and a somewhat rickety desk next to the bed. A large-headed television was placed against the opposite wall, with messy wires hanging on the wall, already covered in cobwebs.

Lin Jue turned on the television. Unsurprisingly, there were no channels to watch, just static.

He walked to the desk. There were several novels on the desk, all of which had been read many times.

Lin Jue glanced at them. They were all dark novels. He randomly took out a novel called [Crime and Punishment] and began to read.

The novel tells the story of a warm-hearted and kind young man who, after experiencing the betrayal of his lover, the accidental death of his parents, and the excessive exploitation and oppression of his boss, completely twisted his personality and eventually became a perverted serial killer.

In the story, the lover, the boss, and all those who had bullied him were all brutally killed. The young man eventually did not escape the sanctions of the law and ended his sinful life with a gunshot.

A heart that was originally kind was planted with the seeds of sin due to reality. The seeds took root and sprouted under the irrigation of blood, making it impossible for people to get rid of them.

On the last few pages of the book, some sentences were heavily underlined in red pen.

[Sinful thoughts will destroy the most genuine kindness and justice of mankind]

[Sin is a terrifying abyss. Once you gaze into it, you will bring out the most terrible things in the world]

[Every crime is placing a black puzzle piece in the soul. When the last puzzle piece falls, all the light will end at that moment]

This novel is full of tragedy. The protagonist is a pitiful person, but he is burdened with sins, somewhat similar to Fu Yu in reality.

Fu Yu's personality was originally righteous, but he became a rain-night murderer for some reason.

“Could it be that, like the protagonist in the book, Fu Yu also encountered these things? That's why he killed people?”

Lin Jue closed the novel and glanced at the bottom of the bed. There seemed to be something there.

He lay on the floor and found a fishing tackle bag under the bed. The fishing tackle bag was very heavy, and the things inside didn't look like fishing gear. It made a clanging sound as it was dragged.

“Are these all murder weapons inside?”

After the fishing tackle bag was dragged out from under the bed, Lin Jue opened the zipper, and a pile of metal implements appeared in front of him.

Chains, handcuffs, saws, axes…

These things were all covered with dark bloodstains, telling the story of one terrible murder case after another.

These things completely proved that Fu Yu was a devil with blood on his hands.

Lin Jue silently closed the zipper and sealed the sins into the fishing tackle bag. Although the previous few scripts were all weird, the roles he played were at least normal people, and even played a positive role in the scripts.

But this script seemed to be leading him to the abyss.

“What exactly is the purpose of this script in making me play Fu Yu?”

“Peeping at the neighbor, fantasizing about making her a trophy…”

“Could it be that the final outcome is for me to kill the neighbor?”

“What does 'trophy' mean? Is it because Fu Yu has a collecting hobby? Is a part of the body of everyone he kills collected as a trophy?”

Before the plot even started, the first suspect was actually the character he was playing. This had never happened in previous scripts.