This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?"

The person who left this diary seemed to be reminding him that everyone in this building was dead, although Lin Jue had already guessed this.

The overt main plot of this script tells the story of a serial killer peeping on his neighbors, while the other main plot is about the diary's protagonist, the story of the serial killer's own descent into the abyss.

Fu Yu's sense of justice had reached an extreme, so he would choose the most extreme way to punish those people.

In the dim room, Lin Jue slowly closed the diary.

Rumble!

A violent thunderclap sounded, and a lightning bolt tore through the night.

Heavy rain poured down at this moment.

[Plot Six: The silent night sky is brewing a rainstorm. When the rain falls, all sins will be out of control. Those who have committed sins will tear apart the living in the building at all costs.]

Those who have committed sins will tear apart the living in the building at all costs?

Lin Jue stood up from the chair, hid behind the wall, and looked into the next room through the peephole.

Wu Fang on the bed had already stood up. Black energy rolled around her body, and her strength had obviously increased a lot in the rain. It seemed that this rain reminded her of her death, and her resentment erupted at this moment.

She walked to the wall, pressed her face against it, and approached the peephole that Lin Jue was using.

Rumble!

Another lightning bolt flashed, instantly illuminating the room and reflecting Wu Fang's pale gray face. Her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she stared at Lin Jue behind the wall through the peephole, her mouth grinning: "I remember…"

"You are Fu Yu."

"You killed me."

Lin Jue did not answer, silently retreated from the wall, walked to the bottom of the bed, took out the wrench from the fishing gear bag, and then put on the raincoat hanging in the entrance.

He opened the door and walked to room 3, knocking on the door.

Since Wu Fang thought he was Fu Yu, then he would act as a real Fu Yu and make this woman who killed her husband remember the fear of death again.

Before, Wu Fang knocked on Fu Yu's door, so this time it was "Fu Yu's" turn to knock on her door.

The sound of high heels rang out in the room, and the door was quickly opened. Wu Fang, wearing a black dress, stood behind the door. After seeing Lin Jue's scarred face, her facial features instantly twisted together, just like the statue she had bought before.

"Fu Yu! Fu Yu!"

This woman, no, the current Wu Fang had completely transformed into a monster. Her pale eyeballs turned, and at this moment, boundless resentment erupted. A blood-stained knife appeared in her hand, and she suddenly stabbed towards Lin Jue's throat.

"I can kill you the first time, and I can kill you the second time."

"The prey is always the prey, and it is never the hunter who is put on the table."

Lin Jue raised the wrench and slammed it down.

The flames illuminated the dark public corridor, and Wu Fang's head instantly dented. The flames ignited her hair, causing her to let out a miserable scream.

"What kind of flame is this?"

"You are not Fu Yu! You are not Fu Yu!"

She tried her best to put out the flames on her head, but these flames had a natural control over the strange, and after the quenching skill broke through the second level, the lethality of the flames became even stronger, so how could it be extinguished by her.

But this guy was more ferocious than the previous monsters. Seeing that she couldn't put out the flames, she simply gave up struggling, and a cruel blood light appeared in her eyes. The knife in her hand stabbed over again.

Lin Jue grabbed the other party's wrist, and with his current strength, even if Wu Fang turned into a monster, she couldn't break free.

He calmly looked at the female ghost in front of him, whose face was full of pain and ferocity, and said, "I'll ask you one last question, where did you buy those sculptures?"

When he first saw those sculptures, he suspected that they might be related to the "Model" script. Asking was also to confirm whether he could obtain relevant information for the next script.

But it was impossible to communicate with a female ghost who had completely lost her mind. The other party now only wanted to find every possible way to kill him.

Lin Jue sighed, and the hand that grabbed Wu Fang's wrist instantly rose with flames, like a prairie fire, instantly enveloping Wu Fang's body.

A terrifying scream resounded throughout the building. Wu Fang struggled in the flames and eventually turned into a pile of ashes mixed with plaster powder.

A wisp of black energy slowly dissipated in front of Lin Jue's eyes. He stepped forward and walked towards room 1.

The door to room 1 was tightly closed. He had heard movement inside when he first came back, but now the room was dead silent. Li Mingcheng must have heard the miserable screams of his kind and dared not act anymore.

Lin Jue leaned against the door panel and eavesdropped for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door politely.

… …

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Li Mingcheng wrapped himself in a thick quilt, huddled in the corner shivering, and frost had condensed on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

This rain made him remember everything.

It was also a rainy night. Fu Yu pretended to be a deliveryman and knocked on his door. The moment he opened the door, the other party broke in, wearing a raincoat, and sat on the sofa by himself, talking about his sins of bullying his subordinates.

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He sensed the danger at the time and wanted to call for help, but a wrench smashed down on his head.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a cold freezer.

Loneliness, despair, and coldness surrounded him in an instant. In the second before he froze to death, he seemed to see the blood-stained hand of the subordinate he had bullied, pulling him into hell.

And tonight, everything that happened back then seemed to be replaying. Fu Yu knocked on his door again.

Li Mingcheng didn't have Wu Fang's fierce aura. Even though he had become a monster, he still didn't dare to face Fu Yu again.

Moreover, Wu Fang, who was also a monster, had just let out a desperate scream. Obviously, she had been killed again by the guy in the raincoat.

This made Li Mingcheng even more afraid to act, and he could only pray that the other party would leave quickly.

But God would not listen to a monster's prayer. The knocking on the door outside changed from gentle to rapid. The person outside had completely lost patience.

Then, there was a violent banging on the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every blow seemed to hit Li Mingcheng's heart, and his heartbeat rhythm was following the banging on the door.

He looked at the crumbling door with a face full of collapse, curled himself up in the corner of the wall. He knew clearly that he could no longer escape, and the things that happened at death would be replayed again.

Bang!

The door was knocked open by a huge force in the next moment. Li Mingcheng's pupils dilated, and he saw the pouring rain outside the door.

With the rainy night as a backdrop, the raincoat-clad killer took the stage. The figure that Li Mingcheng could never forget in death walked into the room, holding a blood-stained wrench in his hand, and black blood kept dripping.

Crack.

Lightning tore through the black night, illuminating the raincoat figure.

The figure seemed to be chilled by the temperature in the room, and shivered. A friendly smile hung on his scarred face.

"Li Mingcheng, your room is too cold, I'm here to bring you warmth."

As the words fell, Li Mingcheng saw the wrench covered in raging flames, dispelling the chill of the room, and heading straight for him.