"Are you Hu Dahai?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Zhao Bin took a few steps forward and said, "My name is Liu Jianbin, and this is my ID."
"This time I am here for the 719 case. As the only survivor, I hope you can provide us with some more strong clues."
"I think there must have been some important clues that were missed back then!"
"I have nothing to say." Ding Hui was silent for a moment, his voice was as hoarse as scraping glass, and he said in a low tone: "I said what I needed to say back then, please don't bother me."
Seeing Ding Hui turn around, Ding Yu beside him couldn't help but said loudly: "Wait, don't you want to catch the murderer? Are you going to watch more victims appear and remain indifferent?"
"Indifferent?" Ding Hui paused, his eyes slowly stared at each other, and said word by word: "I am not a criminal policeman, you are!"
"Catching the murderer is not my responsibility as a victim."
Ding Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to say something. Zhao Bin stopped him, took a deep breath, and said in a slower tone: "I'm sorry, it was our abruptness."
"I can understand your feelings, and I can also understand the harm that happened to you back then, but now the murderer has appeared again, using the same method to kill six people, so..."
"That's why you think of me, a useless person who survived?" Ding Hui sneered, turned around slowly, waved his hands in a low tone and said: "Let's go, I said everything I need to say, you didn't catch me, it has nothing to do with me.
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"You!" Ding Yu saw that the other party was not getting enough, and said anxiously: "How can it have nothing to do with you?"
"The murderer appears again and has killed six people. No one knows who the next target is?"
"If he knew that there was still a survivor like you..."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere instantly solidified. Zhao Bin originally wanted to stop him, but time waits for no one. Every minute wasted, a life may be lost. Hu Dahai, the survivor, is very important. New clues must be obtained to break through the case, so he can only feel aggrieved.
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"Hahahahaha!" Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, as sharp and hoarse as a night owl. Ding Hui slowly turned around, raised his face that was covered by the mask little by little, and stared at the two of them.
"Are you blackmailing me?"
Ding Yu was stared at by a pair of eyes in front of him, but now he could only bite the bullet and said: "It's not a threat, it's a fact!"
"As long as the murderer knows that you are still alive, he will definitely come to kill you and silence you, regardless of whether you know his identity or not."
"So please cooperate with us and bring him to justice as soon as possible!"
"Bring him to justice?" Ding Hui suddenly sneered: "You don't even know what you are facing?"
"Believe me, you'll never catch me!"
"give up!"
Zhao Bin frowned and couldn't help snorting coldly: "Skynet is very sparse and does not leak anything. I have never seen a murderer that cannot be caught!"
"Really?" Ding Hui heard the other party's confidence, slowly raised his hand, took off the mask little by little and said: "Since you want to know what happened back then?"
"Then see with your own eyes!"
When the mask is taken off, the ultimate fear BUFF is activated instantly, and a hideous face appears in the camera. Except for the eyes, there is basically no intact skin, and there are scars and burns everywhere, just like a ghost!
"Ah!" Ding Yu was furious. He stepped back desperately and sat down on the ground, screaming loudly.
"Fuck!" Zhao Bin was not much better. He took a few steps back in fright and was completely at a loss.
"Ka!" Suddenly the director shouted, ran over and scolded: "What's wrong with you!"
Then he quickly turned back and asked cameraman No. 2: "Did you get the picture just now?"
Seeing the other party nodding, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, okay!"
"Still dumbfounded?" Seeing that the two of them had not come to their senses, Zhao Bin was the male protagonist and it was not easy to scold him, so he could only say to Ding Yu: "What's your name?"
Ding Yu was dumbfounded, his eyes instantly turned red. He was first frightened, and then the director pointed at his nose and scolded him, "What did I do wrong?"
"I'm sorry, director, it's my fault!" Zhao Bin is an old Jianghu after all. He came to his senses and quickly smoothed things over: "The main reason is that Teacher Ding's acting skills are too good and I didn't catch it for a while."
He turned to Ding Hui and apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Ding Hui stopped buffing when he saw this, smiled kindly and said: "It's okay, it's okay, just do it again."
Even the director was shocked when he saw the young man in front of him who looked like he was possessed by a demon suddenly change his face!
Is this the legendary one-second moment of drama?
"I'm sorry, Teacher Ding, I won't do it next time." Ding Yu stood up, walked to Ding Hui, and whispered: "Shall we do it again?"
"It's okay, all departments are ready. Let's do another one." The director quickly sat back on the monitor and ordered the filming to start again, starting from where it was interrupted. He hoped that Ding Hui could continue to perform well.
"Are you scared?" Ding Hui felt the camera, turned on BUFF again, and sneered: "This is the masterpiece of the murderer in your mouth."
"Hu Dahai died a long time ago, now my name is Zhu Ping'an!"
Even though he was prepared for the second time, facing Ding Hui and Zhao Bin, his scalp was still numb, his body was shaking instinctively, and he couldn't control it at all.
Gritting his teeth, he said: "I sympathize with your experience, but the more cruel the murderer is, the sooner we must catch him!"
The director frowned, what's wrong with Zhao Bin? He can't even speak his lines well?
"Pressure!" Instead, it was Ding Yu who had a thought flashing through his mind: This is the legendary pressure!
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that Mr. Zhao, the powerful teacher in his eyes, would be crushed by a young man in his early twenties today?
Who is this Ding Hui!
"Do you understand now?" Seeing the performance of the two people, Ding Hui complained in his heart, so he could only make his own decision and add lines to remind: "Do you understand now what you are facing?"
Then he suddenly pulled up his sleeves, revealing his covered arms, which were covered with various hideous scars and wounds, like rag dolls that had been tortured and discarded.
"A total of eighty-nine cuts!"
"I remember it clearly!"
"I dream about it every day!"
Ding Hui spoke in a low tone, and at the same time activated the ultimate BUFF of despair. He seemed to be abandoned by the world, facing all misfortunes alone.
"I just wish you peace now and just want to live quietly..."
"Isn't this wrong?"
"Why don't you let me go?"
"Please!"
"Can you please let me go?"
The questions were like sharp knives piercing the hearts of everyone present, and the pain was heartbreaking. Yes, this is a poor person, a poor person who has been abandoned and tortured by the world!
He is already like this, life is worse than death every day, why don't you let him go?
Why don't you let him go!
"Hurry up and tweet!" The director was the first to come to his senses and said urgently into the earphone: "Don't miss all the expressions!"