Doomsday Wonderland: A thank-you extra for the boss of “I won’t look back at the explosion” (Part 1)

"...I didn't hear clearly. What did you just say?"

"It seems that your signal is not very good today? I said," the male voice on the phone was clear, "You are a sure shot at being shortlisted this time... because Tony did not appear in that movie at all."

The Bellini, with only half a glass left, was lightly snorted on the bar countertop, and its reflection stood still in the flowing light.

The swivel chair slid half a circle silently, leading Qingjiuru to face the huge floor-to-ceiling window that was six meters high and occupied an entire wall.

The hazy rain and fog outside the window are still falling into the world in wisps, indifferent to the outline of the courtyard and trees. A whole glass-shaped light gray skylight also diffused into the living room like rain and mist, making the screen of the mobile phone that was on the phone reflective.

"You mean, he didn't appear in the movie starring himself." Qingjiuru repeated as calmly as possible.

It was only eleven o'clock in the morning, and the wine in his bottles had already quietly dropped by less than half. But he was not sure whether the person talking drunkenly at this time was himself or his agent.

"Yes, it's unbelievable, isn't it? This is completely a scam." The agent became a little excited, "The bigger the deception, the less likely others will suspect it. He didn't even go to the set! Just watch, this time The trophy must be yours."

Qingjiuru raised his hand and pressed his temple. His eyes fell on his naked upper body and baggy gray pajamas, and his thoughts seemed to be swimming in his mind.

Although he had been soaked in alcohol all year round, the calories seemed to be particularly kind to him; his body was still tight and strong, thin and slender - he just suspected that his hearing was damaged.

"His movie was released." Qingjiuru murmured, "I have seen it. He is the starring role."

"That's all an illusion," the agent said with feverish enthusiasm: "They found a guy who looks like Tony to play the role!"

"...you started drinking in the morning too?"

"No, it makes sense for them to do this. First of all, think about it, what is the difference in cost between hiring Tony and hiring a stand-in?"

Qingjiuru stared at the reflective screen of his mobile phone, wondering for a moment whether he was walking in a drunken dream. The person in that movie was not Tony Slade himself - this statement almost made him laugh; he even thought about it and realized that he was not recording the show today.

But his agent, almost with a kind of fanaticism, explained to him for a full fifteen minutes why the big-budget movie replaced the leading actor with a stuntman, what was the purpose of the crew, and who was Tony Slade himself? How did he get involved in this scam... If Qingjiuru hadn't interrupted him, it seemed that the agent could have continued talking for another hour.

"The consultant is here," Kiyokuru said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'll call you later."

"No problem, I'll send you a few links," the agent said. "There are leaked videos of fans visiting the class, analysis articles, evidence chains, and several similar incidents in the past. This kind of scam is very likely Related to foreign spies——"

Qing Jiuru pressed hang up.

The soft and mute sound of the doorbell once again floated in the rain-like skylight. In the cold room that was set to 64°F all year round, it sank to the wooden floor and disappeared into the thick carpet.

He picked up a wrinkled pullover sweater from the floor next to the sofa and put it on as he walked; when he opened the door, the youngest actor was barely decent - at least receiving female visitors It's not considered rude.

For Qingjiu Liu, consultants came and went like water. It didn't matter who they were or what they said to him, and there was almost no difference. You see, humans in the world are born in various shapes, and he happens to be a waning moon. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to live an active, healthy life; he was born with that missing piece.

But Qingjiu Liu still never stopped being a consultant.

He loved the time alone with his counselor, whoever he was. He listened to his own voice murmuring, and when the consultant looked at him, he was also quietly observing the consultant's expression from a very distant place.

This is the time when he has been closest to another human being, but also the farthest and most alienated.

He settled down with this consultant and maintained it for several years, not because of the effect; he just liked the other person's last name a little bit, although it was as tacky as sugar water, round and lovable, weak and weak.

The consultant sat with him in the usual position, a few steps away. Raph has developed the ability to ignore the strong smell of alcohol in the air.

"Have you contacted anyone today?" She asked gently like an eldest sister.

On the day of psychological consultation, before starting the consultation, Qingjiuru needed to pick out a relatively important person around him and talk to the person intently for a while - this was his "homework."

If it weren't for homework, he wouldn't have listened to crazy things early in the morning.

"...As long as you use your brain and logic, you will know that it is completely impossible." He leaned lazily on the sofa, picked up the half-cup of Bellini, and took a sip in a big way - he He insisted that it was peach juice, so Raph just pretended that it was.

Putting down the cup, he pinched his index finger and thumb together and sucked on his lips, a hint that everyone understood.

"I'm afraid that guy is flying higher than the Empire State Building right now? When he comes down, he will probably die of shame."

Coincidentally, at this moment, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang five or six text message alerts in succession, all of which were sent by the agent.

"Look," the counselor encouraged, "I'm curious whether what he said is true."

"This is not something you should say," Qingjiuru almost laughed, picked up the phone, and casually scrolled through the text messages.

Unexpectedly, the manager's words were not just his paranoid imagination; there were actually countless videos, discussion threads, and explanations circulating on the Internet... He stared at his phone, feeling a little confused for a moment. think.

One thing that was originally clear and irrefutable has become ambiguous in one video, text and data after another. More and more replies and discussions seem to be hammering it. Gradually twist it into another shape.

After throwing the phone back, Qingjiuru drank the cocktail in one gulp and fell back on the sofa.

"You look a little unhappy." Raph observed him.

"No."

“Think about how much I charge you per hour,” Love said, half-jokingly. “Don’t make it easy for me.”

Qingjiure let out a long breath. He is the type of person who is very suitable for alcohol; he can feel that his eyes are moist and clear, his body is light and warm, and his thoughts have melted and can flow out from his throat in the form of sounds at any time.

"Do you believe it?" Raph still asked gently.

Qingjiuru sneered from his nose.

"No one knows his acting ability better than me," the fact that he feels he needs to explain it is absurd enough in itself. "The way I feel now... is like being forced to watch a second-rate drama that doesn't even have a coherent story. ~IndoMTL.com~ He frowned. "It's like my aesthetics have been insulted. , no - contaminated. ”

"What does it mean to be contaminated?" Raph leaned forward slightly.

Qingjiu Liu didn't speak for a while.

"Afraid that you will become...one of the people who believe this conclusion, right?"

"No," he waved his hand slightly, "that's impossible."

Raph sat up straight again. "I don't know much about your industry... When you are ready, we might as well talk about it in detail."

"This is not a problem of ignorance, this is the most basic logical problem." Qingjiuru couldn't explain why he was a little irritable.

"No matter what the truth is, isn't this the best for you?" Love seemed to want to say a lot today, and said very steadily, "Tony Slade is your biggest opponent this time. If you hear such rumors, the possibility of him defeating you will be smaller..."

Qingjiuru glanced at her.

"Of course, you won't be secretly happy about such a thing." Love continued: "Your utilitarianism is very weak, because you take yourself very lightly and don't care."

Qing Jiuliu thought about how much gin was left in the bottle behind the bar.

The living room was silent for a while, and Raph suddenly asked: "When was the last time you left the house or came into close contact with someone?"