Chapter 387 The Third Round of "Empty Monument" Reactions (6)

as expected.

When the flames rose in the stainless steel basin, the barrage floating on the screen exploded like fireworks.

Most of the people on Qin Jue's mobile phone were female Qingqing. Even if they were stimulated by the sudden change of the plot, not many people scolded her too harshly. But the barrage from netizens on TV was different. The tragic situation, the verb C language and Nouns and languages ​​flew together, which suddenly lowered the overall civility level of the audience's speech by several levels. One out of every three articles must mention Luo Hanzhang's household registration book.

"Cough cough cough."

There were coughs one after another in the living room. Some of them felt a little uncomfortable watching the screen full of swear words, and some of them were trying their best to hold back their laughter while watching Luo Hanzhang, who refused to pull his head out of the pillow.

Looking at the whole audience, it seems that the proportion of the latter is even larger.

Yuan Xiao, who hadn't been fired yet, looked at the back of Luo Hanzhang's head sympathetically, and after looking at it, he started to find another pillow.

At the show, no matter how excited the audience was, the director was there to calm them down. Now that "Empty Monument" is completely open to the public, the overwhelming indignation is really... a bit unbearable.

It's better to imitate Luo Hanzhang and pretend to be an ostrich, life is important.

Yuan Xiao just searched around. There were three pillows on the sofa. The remaining one was under Gan Lu's arm and the other was behind Yu Qing's back. Both girls glared at him. He laughed silently and San San looked away.

Qin Jue lowered his head and added two lines of words in his live broadcast room:

Calm down, brother Qin and I are two people.

Since the actor has the same name as the character, it is recommended that you first mark the character + the person's name when expressing your opinion, and do not attack the actor himself personally.

These two lines of text were enlarged and bolded and displayed in the live broadcast room, and the crazy barrage became somewhat restrained.

Some Qingqings also realized that Qin Jue would read every barrage. When they realized that they had been so excited and had a bad mouth, they immediately blushed and scrolled up the barrage pool, and then they saw the message from manager Mori Ran. The system prompted that the barrages with excessive and dirty words had been blocked and had not been sent out, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, it is not that there are no viewers on TV who complain about the choice of the character Qin Jue. As they said, brother Qin is "naive", "ignorant", "doesn't seek verification" and "has no heart", but these words will soon be used by more Comments are inundated. People are always more emotionally inclined to the weak, so some barrages are quarreling over "whether the victim is guilty or not."

During this period of intense response from the audience, the story just entered a small transition again. The chatter of the female students in the extras could not dilute the anger of the barrage and comments, but it gave everyone time to calm down. After all, the story was still there. There is no end, and many people are looking forward to developments or turnarounds.

When the time mark like an electronic clock appeared in the upper right corner, Fang Youwen once again successfully grasped the changes in the audience's mood, allowing their thoughts and emotions to be carried forward by the plot.

In the bustling auditorium, Lin Rou was dressed in a white dress, Nie Xingliang was wrapped in camouflage, and Qin Jue was smiling.

Scenes and characters are constantly switching. On the one hand, it is a scene of prosperity and happiness, youth and peace; on the other hand, it is thrilling and tense, a time of life and death.

Six o'clock in the evening, seven o'clock in the evening, eight o'clock in the evening...

The numbers are changing, and the beating of every minute and every second looks so cold and will not stop for anyone.

Lin Rou's melodious singing sounded as if it had transcended places, playing a unique movement for Nie Xingliang who was fighting with others at the same time.

The lyrical melody paired with the exciting fighting is more or less weird and inconsistent, but this treatment just soothed Nie Xingliang's action scene that was too fast to be seen, as if adding a gentle filter. The mirror allows the audience to take a breather from the rapid heartbeat.

Sections of lyrics passed by, and in the black smoke Nie Xingliang coughed, staggered, and held up the arm of the unconscious prisoner.

As expected, there was another dispute in the barrage. Some people said, Holy Mother, you are stupid. Wouldn't it be a good idea to run away quickly and let these damn people die immediately? Then someone else refuted that judgment and punishment are matters of law. What is the difference between the police and the self-righteous villains who judge the outcome of others privately?

The argument never stopped, but became a little less intense when Lin Rou and Nie Xingliang held hands in the air.

In the dark screen, the barrage of endless discussions became more prominent, until the screen lit up again after the news broadcast, and Qin Jue appeared again.

The young man's hand while flipping through the diary was trembling slightly, but his expression was very indifferent, showing vicissitudes of life that were not in line with his age. He even looked a little old and strange.

People with a little experience can clearly see at this time that this is "accepting reality".

Faced with natural disasters and man-made disasters, there is nothing you can do, and you have no other choice but to accept it.

This feeling of relief and tolerance is scary, because the audience who noticed this already understands what Qin Jue will do next.

Her expression and movements seem to bring the "revolving door before death" to life before the eyes of the viewer. The viewers can only be viewers. They are trapped outside the screen and cannot change anything in the picture.

In this expression full of tranquility and indifference, Qin Jue's sudden smile was so prominent that the change without warning was a bit dazzling for a moment.

The audience looked at him, watching him write those two lines one by one with a smile, and then, regardless of the barrage that exploded again because of the content, he laughed so happily that the hand holding the pen cap was shaking. , laughing until he stomped his feet back and forth, laughing until he was swaying and breathing unsteadily, as if he had temporarily regressed several years and turned into a completely naive child.

He laughed for a long time.

It seemed that these laughter took away all his strength, and with a "boom", the boy's elbows rested on the table.

The picture gives a close-up of the diary.

Two tears fell.

The corners of his mouth were still grinning, with an exaggerated arc, in the shape of a laugh, as if someone had cut the corners of his lips with a knife, causing them to be permanently fixed at this angle.

He laughed and cried like this, his voice was weird and sharp, and he couldn't tell whether it was laughter or crying, like a mentally disturbed madman.

"What?"

Lin Rou's voice sounded surprised and sad. There was no transition in the picture, no black screen, no brightening, and not even a soft transparent gradient transition. It just cut right through.

It's like a person disappearing, suddenly, quickly, leaving no trace.

"You are my father's biological daughter. If I don't do good to you, who else should I do good to you?"

"I always feel like I've missed something...it feels so uncomfortable..."

"Family? He was originally an orphan...and then he died. I don't know where the ashes are."

The plot played all the way to the end, until the final title and those few lines appeared in the center of the black screen.

After two or three seconds of silence, the barrages and comments poured out like an explosion as if a clogged water pipe had finally opened.

The air was so solemn that it almost dripped with ink. The girls' sobs could be heard faintly. Fang Youwen's throat was blocked. Yuan Xiao lowered his eyes. Qin Jue calmly watched the TV and the bullets that covered the entire screen and even became laggy. screen.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In a distant subway station, hoarse cries echoed across the platform. A man dressed as an office worker sat on a bench with his cell phone in his hands and cried loudly. The scene of the macho man crying made countless passers-by catch the last train look askance.

"A dog is nothing compared to Yuan Xiao and I am a horse made of nothing!!!!"

He shouted loudly in a hoarse cry, and then cried harder.

Passerby: "..."

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What's wrong? I'm crying so miserably. Is this because I was raped by a person named Yuanxiao?