Chapter 79 p1
“Bourbon, are you being childish?”
“You’re the one who started it,” Bourbon said unceremoniously. “Why does a big star suddenly have time to guest-star? If I remember correctly, the organization has been very lively lately.”
The fake Yoshijima Echiri’s testimony was already circulating in the distillery. Rum had maintained a subtle silence, neither publicly stating, “Yes, Gin is the deepest mole in the organization, and I will execute him on the spot,” nor standing up to say, “I believe Gin. What reason does the number one brother of the distillery have to betray the organization? He must have his reasons.”
The old man was very cunning. As long as the fire wasn’t burning him, Rum was content to sit on the sidelines.
There were quite a few people who had actively joined the fray, such as Vodka, who supported his big brother, and Pinga, who was as excited as if he were on steroids. Vermouth could have chosen not to take a side, but as an intelligence operative, she couldn’t escape the overtime.
Vermouth would never reveal how much overtime she had secretly worked to squeeze out time for a guest appearance. She retorted, “Bourbon, aren’t you also very free?”
Spending all day with his girlfriend. Who is he trying to make jealous?
“I’m different from you,” Bourbon replied.
The result of two secretive people probing each other was that they were both speaking in riddles. But Bourbon had already won at the starting line.
Of course he could ignore the turmoil in the distillery and accompany An’an, because the culprit was right beside him.
As for Vermouth, she had suddenly appeared on the set. It was obvious she was here for An’an… Bourbon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Did she discover something?
…
Sharon Vineyard had only freed up one day for a guest appearance. Director Ochi had decisively put aside the current filming schedule and prioritized filming her scenes.
“I was originally going to delete this scene,” Director Ochi muttered. “The acting requirements are too high, and the difficulty is too great. I’ve auditioned many actors, but none of them had the effect I wanted.”
The few short scenes were all big-budget productions, without the main character’s scenes, just a plot added to enrich the villain’s character. It was Director Ochi’s personal preference.
When the guest-star invitation had been rejected, he had dejectedly asked the screenwriter to delete this scene. “Although Teacher An’an can get a perfect one-take with anyone—except for romance scenes—this scene requires two actors with the same temperament to play. If I can’t get Sharon, I’d rather not film it.”
The Screenwriter: “The same temperament refers to?”
Was it their looks? That also made sense. The audience would pay for beauty.
Director Ochi: “It’s a unique temperament that Teacher An’an has, but many actors don’t—that’s right, it’s a criminal temperament!”
The Screenwriter: …Director, you’d better not let Sharon’s fans see this.
Teacher An’an’s fans were fine. They were a group of die-hard fans who would spam “@Beika Town Metropolitan Police Department” under their idol’s comments, saying, “She’s acting too real, it’s not fake. I suggest a thorough investigation.”
…
The entire crew moved to an outdoor location. On the way, Director Ochi held the script and excitedly explained the scene to the two actresses.
“I remember this is the first time you two have worked together? Don’t feel any pressure. Maybe you’ll have an unexpected chemistry.”
“I think so too,” Vermouth said, resting her chin on her hand and smiling. Her fingertips, as if teasing a small animal, twirled a lock of the dark-haired girl’s hair.
Who doesn’t like a beautiful older sister who can also say sweet things? An’an, who was sitting next to her, happily nodded.
Director Ochi thought happily, This is great. Unexpectedly, through the gap in the back of the chair, he met a pair of purple-gray eyes filled with displeasure.
Bourbon: (indifferent.jpg)
The blond young man, whose seat had been taken by Vermouth, had his arms crossed, watching the person in front of him like a ghost.
An’an could feel the chill behind her without turning her head. She didn’t quite understand what kind of jealousy Furuya was feeling.
Was it the rejection of one blond beauty by another blond beauty?
But An’an was a supporter of monogamy. She could totally have another wife.
Oh well. When the harem is not at peace, it’s often because the emperor is incompetent. It’s my fault.
An’an’s right hand went behind her back, her fingertips hooking.
Five fingers slipped into her finger gaps. The girl’s palm was squeezed like a cat’s.
The ghost’s resentment dissipated by two-tenths. An’an struggled to read her script with one hand.
Vermouth took in everything. She lazily withdrew her hand from the girl’s hair and casually glanced at the script.
“We’ll be using a drone and a fixed camera for this scene,” Director Ochi instructed. “Besides the actors, no one else should be on the set. Yes, everyone, clear out.”
The outdoor filming location was an empty residential building. The space was narrow and couldn’t accommodate too many people.
Furuya was also among the people who were clearing out. He stood behind the director and watched the screen with him.
“Action!”
A man, his mouth and hands bound with black tape, was on the ground, making muffled struggling sounds. A laced leather boot stepped on his hand, mercilessly crushing it.
“Mmph!”
“Noisy,” the dark-haired girl said with displeasure, applying pressure with the tip of her foot.
The man on the ground struggled violently from the pain, his body rubbing against the sand and stones on the ground, making a rustling sound.
“The more you scold him, the noisier he gets,” a snake-like, boneless hand reached out from behind the girl, intimately wrapping around her neck.
The blond woman said in a soft voice, “How about I take care of it for you?”
“I haven’t gotten the ransom yet,” the girl said.
She raised her arm and hugged the woman back, letting the blond hair fall on her shoulder. “Sister, I think his family must have called the police. What should I do? I don’t want to be caught.”
The blond woman looked at her gently. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Outside the set, Director Ochi explained, “This is the villain’s first crime. She’s not very skilled yet, and she doesn’t have a large number of subordinates to help her like she does later. Right now, she only has her older sister, whom she met at the orphanage.”
Director Ochi: “They grew up together in the orphanage and have a very deep relationship. The villain showed an extraordinary coldness and cruelty from a young age, but the older sister, due to her excessive indulgence, has placed herself in the position of a protector, blindly following her.”
“They seem close, but in reality, it’s a one-sided giving and a one-sided using,” Director Ochi said, admiring the scene of the two girls clinging to each other on the screen. “Beneath the sweetness is a deformed and twisted relationship—the secret to going viral! I’ve already mastered it!”
“Mr. Amuro, what do you think?” the director asked his script consultant excitedly.
The Script Consultant: Delete it. I don’t like it.
Although he knew it was just acting, it was still infuriating. Why were they hugging so tightly? Can’t you stand up straight on your own?
No matter how the people outside the screen complained, the plot on the screen was still developing.
Twenty meters outside the residential building, a police officer with a gun was hiding at a corner, waving at his comrades.
“The tracking signal shows the kidnapper is in this building,” the leading police officer said, frowning. “This is too remote. How on earth was the victim kidnapped?”
Kidnapping an adult male is not a simple matter.
“Captain, the victim and the kidnapper met online,” a team member said in a low voice. “According to the victim’s wife, she suspects her husband has been flirting with someone online. This is the chat history.”
The phone that was handed over was full of greasy comments. It was impossible to tell that this was a successful man with a wife and children. The other party had simply asked if he wanted to meet, and he had immediately agreed, not to mention that his shopping list had an extra item: a knockout drug.
The police captain had a look of disgust. “He thought he was a hunter, but in reality, he was just a pig’s head in the eyes of the kidnapper… a rotten person.”
According to the bank records, the victim had made several large transfers to an overseas user. It was clear that the kidnapper hadn’t even pretended after catching the person and had gone straight for the kill.
“The person who kidnapped him is too greedy,” the police captain commented. “If they had known when to stop, the victim, for the sake of his reputation, probably wouldn’t have called the police.”
The team member: “But most of the victim’s assets are real estate. Since they received the kidnapper’s call yesterday, the victim’s family has been selling off stocks and property. It seems the kidnapper is determined to eat this fat piece of meat.”
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