This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Lin Jue stayed awake all night, lying in bed until 8 AM. However, in his current state, even a sleepless night didn't make him feel tired.

He used a hairdryer to completely dry his slightly damp white coat, switched to Zhou Yue's persona, and headed to the only shop on Yangtao Street.

The shop was still open, and the old man was leisurely lounging in his deck chair, enjoying the post-rain sun. It was hard to believe this old man was actually a ghoul.

If the old man wasn't so weak, Lin Jue would have wanted to put him in his raincoat.

"Old man," Lin Jue approached the old man and called out softly.

The old man laboriously opened his eyelids, seemingly surprised that another living person had come to Yangtao Street.

"Young man, buying something?" He shakily propped himself up from the chair. "This old man doesn't have much left in his shop. Once it's sold out, I'm closing down. See what you want to buy, and I'll give you a good price."

Lin Jue bought a case of milk and a large bag of snacks and candies from the shop. While paying, he tentatively asked, "Old man, do you have any dreams?"

"Dreams?" The old man was taken aback, not understanding Lin Jue's meaning.

"Like eliminating evil, promoting good, and fighting a few passionate battles with a trustworthy partner."

It was rare to find a ghoul who could maintain complete rationality. Lin Jue was somewhat tempted, wondering if there might be a way to increase the old man's strength in the future.

Moreover, being able to maintain rationality meant that the old man could completely follow orders.

The wrinkles on the old man's face twitched. "This old man is old and doesn't have any thoughts of fighting. I just want to stay quietly in Yangtao Street."

He seemed to sense something, hurriedly found the change, and lay back down in his chair, refusing to respond to Lin Jue no matter what he said.

What a pity. But he should be living in Yangtao Street for a long time to come. When the time comes, he'll use his personal charm to make the other party willingly crawl into his raincoat.

Lin Jue picked up his things, left Yangtao Street, hailed a taxi, and went to the Little Red Flower Welfare Institute.

Just as he reached the gate, he ran into the teacher from last time, who greeted him enthusiastically as soon as she saw him. "Doctor Zhou."

Lin Jue lifted the bag in his hand and smiled. "These are snacks I bought for the children. Please distribute them."

As he spoke, his eyes searched the open space, but he didn't see the volunteer from last time.

"Thank you. It's already a good deed that you came to see Liao Fan. There's no need to spend money."

The teacher refused verbally but took the bag in her hands. Little Red Flower was a welfare institution. In this era of ghoul resurgence, everyone was struggling to protect themselves, and few people came to the welfare institute to do good deeds anymore.

"Where's the child?" Lin Jue looked around but didn't see Liao Fan either.

"He's inside drawing. I'll go get him for you."

Lin Jue stopped the teacher who was about to leave and shook his head slightly. "No need, just take me to him."

Led by the teacher, Lin Jue entered a room inside the welfare institute. A small figure sat in the middle of the room, drawing something on the table.

Lin Jue didn't disturb Liao Fan but sat quietly to the side, watching the painting Liao Fan was creating.

As Liao Fan's colored pen moved stroke by stroke, two small figures appeared on the blank paper, one red and one blue. The red one should be an adult, and the blue one was a child.

The red figure was holding the blue child's hand. After finishing the two figures, Liao Fan took out a gray pen and colored the background.

This background...

Lin Jue moved closer slightly. This background seemed to be in a mist.

Liao Fan shouldn't be scribbling randomly. His paintings reflected his thoughts. The blue figure should be himself. Blue often represented melancholy.

And what did red represent?

Blood? Fire? Or light?

This painting should depict Liao Fan's experiences. Someone had held this child's hand in the mist, or someone had taken this child into the mist?

Lin Jue waited silently for Liao Fan to finish painting before smiling and touching the top of his head. "You draw very well. What are you drawing?"

"The teacher told me to draw the happiest thing that's happened to me recently." Liao Fan looked at the red figure in the painting, a look of dependence on his face, as if he had seen his mother.

Could the red figure be Liao Fan's mother? The background was mist, so could Liao Fan's mother have become a ghoul?

"Is this your mother?" Lin Jue pointed to the red figure.

To his surprise, Liao Fan shook his head. "No, it's an uncle."

An uncle? Was it Fu Yu?

But the teacher had said that Liao Fan was also indifferent to Fu Yu, so he couldn't possibly show such a dependent expression.

"Is it the uncle you said smelled familiar before?"

"Yes." Liao Fan gently touched the red figure on the paper. "During the time when my dad was beating me, one day it got foggy. I didn't want to be beaten anymore, so I ran into the fog."

He said it calmly, as if he was no longer in pain from that time, but Lin Jue knew that the child must have been desperate at the time, otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of escaping into the mist.

In this child's eyes, his father was more terrifying than the mist.

"I met this uncle in the mist. He took me to eat a lot of delicious food and took me to the amusement park to play. That was my happiest day."

An uncle taking a six-year-old child all over the place in the mist, and nothing happened to them.

Who exactly was that guy? Could it be that director?

But it didn't feel like it. That director was just a complete madman. Could he be so kind?

"That uncle told me that if I was unhappy, I could go to the mist to find him. I went in several times after that, and that uncle was always waiting for me."

"He took me to many places, the aquarium, the park, and the arcade. Although the mist was very big, and there were only two of us, I still had a lot of fun."

As Liao Fan spoke, a smile appeared on his small face for the first time.

In his most desperate time, an uncle shone like a ray of sunlight into the darkness around him, becoming his only warmth.

If it weren't for that person, with this child's mental state at the time, he might not have been able to hold on for too long.

Moreover, that guy's strength was very strong, not inferior to that director. Lin Jue thought for a long time but couldn't remember ever coming into contact with such a figure.

The people in his role library didn't seem like they would have this kind of strength either.

"What happened later?" Lin Jue took a White Rabbit candy from the shop owner's place from his bag, peeled off the candy wrapper, and handed it to Liao Fan.

Liao Fan stared blankly at the White Rabbit candy, then stared at Lin Jue's face, as if confirming something.

"Later, that uncle said he was leaving and couldn't play with me anymore, and told me not to run into the mist anymore."

"Before he left, he gave me one last candy."

After saying that, Liao Fan's small hand reached inside his coat, feeling for something in his inner pocket.

After feeling around for a long time, he took out a candy from a small sachet sewn into his coat pocket.

"I've never been willing to eat this candy. I want to wait for that uncle to come back and share it with him."

From this child's words, you could hear how dependent and close he was to that uncle.

Lin Jue's gaze turned to Liao Fan's hand. As the other party's little fingers opened one by one, he saw a White Rabbit milk candy with a slightly yellowed wrapper.