My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 41 I will give it an ending
41: Chapter 41 I will give it an ending
41 -41 I will give it an ending
“Han Fei, sorry to bother you again,” Director Jiang exclaimed warmly as he saw Han Fei approaching, “It’s mainly because your acting is superb.
Considering costs, we used many new actors in this drama, and most of them can act, but they can’t fully master their characters.”
“It doesn’t really matter to me, but won’t adding scenes hastily affect the overall plot?
Every minute of the film is crucial.
Giving me more scenes might compromise the perfection in the protagonist’s portrayal,” Han Fei sincerely expressed his concern for the production’s welfare.
“The script needs to be modified,” Director Jiang said grimly.
“Due to some issues with the plot, the victims’ families are quite upset.”
Director Jiang was strict with actors, but he became more accommodating when dealing with the victims’ families.
“Since we are adapting from a real case, we indeed need to consider the feelings of the victims’ families.”
“Yes,” Director Jiang patted Han Fei’s shoulder, “Go get ready in makeup.
To portray Wei Youfu more vividly, we’re adding some everyday life scenes.”
Han Fei entered an unused room downstairs that served as a temporary makeup room and chose a corner spot to sit down.
The makeup artist dressed him in the outfit Wei Youfu often wore before his death, styled his hair like Wei Youfu’s, and made slight changes to his makeup.
Holding the newly written script, Han Fei quietly flipped through it when the door to the makeup room was pushed open.
“They’ve finished shooting and still want changes?
I’m really fed up!” a young man over one meter eighty tall entered the makeup room, followed by a woman in her thirties.
“Who knew the victims’ families would change their minds at the last minute?
They are creating a commotion outside the building now; no changes mean no progress,” the woman said, holding a bag and several files and scripts.
“I wonder why you chose this drama in the first place?” the young man vented his frustration on the woman, “It lacks popularity, it lacks funds, the actors are haphazardly assembled, don’t ruin the reputation I’ve built with this drama.”
“It was a company decision.
There haven’t been many similar themes in recent years; there is still a chance for it to catch fire,” the woman muttered softly, seemingly afraid the young man would hear her, then continued, “Director Jiang Yi’s capability is beyond doubt.
Although he has never produced a blockbuster hit, he has never made a flop either.
Acheng, just cooperate and go along with the changes.”
“Easy for you to say,” Acheng was just about to retort when a noisy commotion came from outside the apartment, apparently some people were arguing.
Acheng and his manager ran out to see what was happening, but the made-up Han Fei wasn’t interested at all; he directly found Jiang Yi, ready to finish shooting and leave as soon as possible.
Right now, he couldn’t care less about those trivial matters.
Rather than expend his energy on petty issues, he’d rather think about how to apprehend the deranged murderer who had killed seven people, to truly deliver justice to the dead.
Han Fei’s spiritual realm had far surpassed most people, which could also be credited to the game “Healing-type Game.”
Noise continued downstairs; the victims’ families seemed to have entered the residential area.
With no other choice, Director Jiang had to lead Han Fei to the upstairs filming location, “We want to make the audience feel that Wei Youfu was once alive just like them, that he had his own life.
This way, when he gets killed, the viewers will empathize more.
So, I hope you can add another daily life scene before Wei Youfu’s death.”
“Understood,” For others, playing Wei Youfu might be difficult, but not for Han Fei; he had met Wei Youfu and remembered all his expressions.
The inherently goodness of a person, after experiencing despair and pain, his expression becomes even more heartrending.
“I will play him well.”
Entering the filming room, all the data about Wei Youfu in Han Fei’s mind gradually infused into his body; at that moment, he was no longer himself.
Working overtime into the night, returning home utterly exhausted, his eyes were filled with weariness, but hidden within that exhaustion was a faint trace of satisfaction.
Sitting on the comfortable sofa, looking at the photo of him and his wife, his gaze gradually became tender.
Gently wiping the photo, he planned a surprise for his wife—in a few days, a large wedding dress photo might be hanging in the house.
As he pondered where to hang the wedding dress photo, his phone began to vibrate, and he answered the call.
The nagging and admonishing of his elderly father made him feel like a child, and it was only in front of his father that he could let go of everything.
“I understand, don’t worry, and you also take care of your health…” After hanging up, Han Fei turned and walked towards the bedroom, knowing this was a doomed ending.
“Youfu!” Han Fei hadn’t gone far when he suddenly heard an old man’s voice coming from the stairs outside the frame.
The lean old man put down the banner he was holding and walked into the filming site in a daze: “Don’t go in, Youfu…”
As Han Fei walked towards the doomed room, he stopped, recognizing the voice—it was Wei Youfu’s father’s voice.
Turning his head, Han Fei saw the old man clutching the banner, his expression moving.
“Who let the victim’s family in!” The cinematographer and stagehand grabbed the old man’s arm, trying to drag him away.
“Hold on!” Han Fei hurried over: “The old man is aged, don’t treat him like this.”
He shielded the old man behind him: “Let’s talk this out slowly.”
“What’s there to talk about?
We had already agreed at the beginning, and now they’re changing their minds about filming, isn’t this just extortion?” Acheng leaned against the doorframe, unconcerned by his agent’s cautionary glance.
“You’re talking nonsense!” the lean old man clenched the banner: “You initially said filming the movie would let more people know about this case!
It could help us find the murderer!
That’s why we agreed!
But what are you filming?!
You’re completely fabricating things!”
“We’re making a film, catching criminals is the police’s job; you also signed the contract.” Acheng, much taller than the old man, looked down at him: “We’ve already shot the earlier scenes, just because you’re making unilateral trouble, do you know how much we have to change?
Our film stock, my time, do you know how much all that costs?”
“You were the ones who reneged first!” The old man became more agitated, and hearing the noise, several more people carrying banners ran up from downstairs—all were family members of the Human-body Puzzle victims.
“What’s going on?” Han Fei was also puzzled, not expecting the dispute between the two parties to become so intense.
“Most of the scenes are finished; the victims’ families must have seen our featurette and trailers.” Jiang Yi sighed softly, lowering his voice: “I also want to shoot it my way, but the financiers do not approve of my ideas.
The murderer is still at large in reality, yet they want to film a perfect ending.”
“A perfect ending?”
“Yes, the case won’t close, which means no release, so the screenwriter concocted an ending.” Jiang Yi also seemed helpless: “Simply put, in the last moment, the protagonist’s luck incredibly prevails and he defeats the murderer.”
“Since it’s based on a real case, it’s better not to invent endings randomly; it’s disrespectful to the audience and to the victims’ families.” Han Fei turned back to glance at the old man, who, after so many years, still visited the police station annually—the pain of losing a loved one was like a shackle that ‘Eternal Life’ could never remove.
“There’s nothing we can do now; the movie has reached this stage.
We can only hope both parties calm down, step back, and talk things over slowly.” Jiang Yi shook his head, his face full of worry.
“No worries.” Han Fei’s eyes slowly narrowed, concealing the sharpness in their depths: “This drama will have an ending; we won’t have to wait too long.”
