novelraw Chapter 153
Chapter 153
Filming of the film continues.
Detective Bentley found key evidence, but he needed Carl's cooperation, so he sneaked into Carl's mansion to negotiate.
Karl seemed to be shaken by the words of the former police elite, but he still calmly asked him: "Assuming you are right, but what about the evidence?"
His tone is unpredictable.
There is a gorgeous and expensive crystal chandelier above the head, but it is precisely because of this that the light in the living room is not clear and bright enough. On the contrary, Carl's face is soaked in this dim yellow tone, and it looks a bit hazy and foggy.
What the police detective didn't know was that Iris was originally an evil flower watered by Karl, and he deliberately dragged her into this quagmire from which she couldn't extricate herself, so that those pure eyes were stained with deep blackness.
It's just that things are gradually derailed, and there seems to be some kind of amazing accident in their relationship.
But it is not important.
The important thing is that Iris will be entangled with him to death with this love full of despair and malice.
Bentley immediately stated that he had some clues in his hands. If Carl could help, it would be enough to bring this witch who has been murdering since she was a teenager to justice.
But to his surprise, Karl smiled.
At this moment, Iris' voice came from the stairs,
"Excellent, officer."
The blonde girl who pushed the door in was wearing a long-sleeved black dress with fine glitter. Her body was tightly wrapped, but it made people feel sexy for no reason.
The sound of the high heels stepping on the marble tiles seemed to have some kind of wonderful rhythm, and it was stepping on the apex of their hearts.
Zoom in.
Iris's delicate face is in the center of the frame, slightly higher than the camera.
Her stunning light blonde hair is falling on her shoulders, and the light and curly hair modifies the lady's facial features and face shape more and more beautifully.
There was a faint smile on her lips, her fair skin exuded a suet-like luster, and every part of her face could not be disgusted, as if it was carefully drawn by a painter with fine brushwork.
But at this moment, her head tilted slightly downwards, her eyes looked straight at the camera, slightly deepening the arc of the smile.
It's a typical Kubrick stare.
In the picture, Iris smiles lightly, with a pair of rich and deep blue eyes full of sickness and evil, but with a hint of temptation, she is staring at the man in front of her intently.
She spoke with a frivolous tone: "Congratulations, you found me."
This is entirely Iris's home field. Her calm, conceited and arrogant arrogance can no longer be concealed at this moment. The beautiful and gentle eyebrows are slightly raised, and the cold shadow has already fallen into this pair of beautiful and amazing. In the eyes.
Carl hugged her from behind, even though the expression on his face remained the same, his body language was like a pious servant, willing to be enveloped by this woman's breath.
He lowered his head and sniffed a wisp of Iris's hair fragrance.
Iris was used to it, and said to Bentley in a provocative gesture: "But unfortunately, you seem to have found the wrong person, dear police officer."
Her face was truly a Raphaelite.
That is why--
The purity and evil at this moment are intertwined, like a blood-colored rose blooming in a poisonous sap, gorgeous and corrupt, every strand of it exudes a soul-stirring fragrance.
Bentley felt extremely absurd in his heart.
Because even at this time, when he really faced Iris who was calm, his first thought was not to arrest her immediately, but he couldn't help wondering if there was something hidden behind her.
Ernest called out a card.
And Christian, who was still holding Josie's wrist, frowned slightly, and seemed to be waiting there with some dissatisfaction.
"You don't think the one just now is okay?" Josie asked in a low voice, noticing the change in his mood.
"No, it's very good." Christian let go of his hand, a trace of confusion flashed in his olive brown eyes, "It's my problem, I think the little trick design just now is too... obscene?"
"I think it makes people feel the kind of madness of Carl." Josie gave him a smile, and commented sincerely: "And it was originally the original sin committed by Carl. If it wasn't for this, Iris might Not going down this road."
The crew shot some close-up shots of Bentley and Carl, and when the last scene was finished, Ernest's voice was like heavenly yelling, and a slight smile appeared on his usual indifferent face, and then It was announced over the loudspeaker that the film was officially wrapped, and there would be a celebratory party in the evening.
Of course, in Josie's style, the party was clean.
It was so clean that Russell Crowe, as the leading actor, only showed up at the beginning of the party, and then he was so bored that he sneaked to a nearby nightclub to have a carnival and hunt for sex.
"You didn't get together with him, should I praise your precise vision? Thank God, my dear Miss Sweetheart." Eve, who came from afar, spoke with subtle sarcasm, "I dare say, if it hadn't been before He still has fantasies about you, and he deliberately restrains his style under your noses, and many people in this crew cannot resist his temptation."
Josie was not interested in this topic, and took a sip of her soda, "Your wording is really getting more and more disgusting, Eve. And, I don't think you came to Toronto specifically to complain to me about this, Hollywood over there Anything new?"
Eve also took a sip of a bottle of beer, "Recently most people's eyes are on the World Cup in France."
Having said that, she looked over Josie's shoulders and looked at the men and women on the dance floor downstairs, "Let me tell you, I'm here to expand the client list. Sweetheart, you know Ernest Dawson and Heath Lai Does Jay have a PR company to work with?"
"Ernie is in London. I don't know what Heath said." Josie's answer was a little absent-minded, as if she was still immersed in the daytime shooting state, and she felt a little out of tune with the lively scene around her. .
Eve also discovered this—or rather, she discovered the person walking here—she shrugged and gave Josie a subtle smile: "Forget it, I'll take care of it myself, you have fun .”
Josie followed Eve's line of sight, only raised her eyebrows, and didn't answer.
The atmosphere in the bar was warm and unrestrained, and the pressure of more than two months of filming was finally released tonight. The usually inconspicuous little prop artist might be screaming and rocking on the stage at the moment, and received a lot of screams and applause.
The heroine is the quietest.
Her whole body seemed to be dyed with a cold tone, the noise of the world had nothing to do with her, but she watched coldly.
Well, maybe she didn't think about it that way.
But if you look at it with a character filter that has not been removed from the script, you will feel that she is deeply immersed in this dangerous sense of alienation, and the gloomy background makes her more lonely and mysterious.
The young man who was also on the second floor of this nightclub silently enjoyed his own moment, when he saw a pair of beautiful young people squeezed out from the dance floor, walking towards the stairs leading to the VIP with a clear goal.
They first negotiated with the security guard at the intersection for a while, and after getting permission, the boy and another girl stepped forward—he looked really familiar, that kind of temperament was rare, who did he look like?
"I have to say, this guy is a huge fan, and his collection shocked even us..." The girl chattered endlessly to offer her companion a chance, but the latter seemed a bit shy, only daring to look shyly at the person in front of him. superstar.
This black-haired, black-eyed boy really has a handsome appearance that is not very similar to most Westerners, with a restrained and gentle appearance. His figure is not particularly tall, but his proportions are good. He looks slender and slender. Sentimentality.
When he raised his eyes, the two shiny black pupils looked like a lost Bambi, coupled with his stupid and shy expression, without any aggressiveness, it was easy to arouse the flood of affection in women's hearts .
"Ted, why don't you talk? Didn't we agree to take a photo together?" the girl urged.
Ted opened his mouth and seemed to bow his head in embarrassment.
But his companion had already taken out the camera he brought, pulled him with great interest, and asked Josie for her opinion almost symbolically: "Is it okay to take a photo, Josie?"
As he spoke, he pushed Ted closer to Josie, but surprisingly, the latter avoided it with a twist.
"Josie?" The girl was surprised.
Josie's eyes fell on the camera in the girl's hand, and she folded her arms, "You said, you are my fan club, have you joined my fan club? Oh, it seems not. Maybe I don't know, private schedule It's not a group photo."
"Fan club? We will definitely join when we go back." The girl vowed, "But there are always exceptions, right? We like you so much, and we just met by chance, why can't we take a photo together?"
As she spoke, she stomped on Ted secretly again, causing the latter to let out a cry of pain, and then he reacted and said, "I... Please, I really like you."
Ted's eyes were pitiful and lethal.
Sadly, this had the opposite effect on Josie, because she knew all too well how to spot a fake.
So she snapped her fingers and told Old John to come and ask someone to leave.
But obviously the girl was not reconciled, and shouted: "How can you treat us like this? Is this your attitude towards movie fans?"
"The premise is, are you my fan, kid?" Josie leaned against the railing and shook the can in her hand, "Since I can remember, there have been countless people who have tried their best to get close to me, so I too I understand what tricks you guys play."
The girl seemed to want to say something, but she was suddenly covered by the boy named "Ted".
"I'm sorry!" He was almost ashamed.
But Josie didn't even look at her again, and waved her hand to let her bodyguard take care of it all.
After the old John finished the friendly exchange with them, he came back and told Josie: "The boy is only 15 years old. Someone gave him and his sister your whereabouts and two thousand dollars, asking them to find a way to catch you, at least to photograph you Take an intimate photo with that underage."
Aside from the siblings, a few true fans were also drawn to the club, joined them unexpectedly, and it seemed like everything was perfect.
"So I'm only worth two thousand dollars?" Josie couldn't help but shake her head and said, "Call Tang for me and find someone to check the latest...emmm, have I offended a lot of people recently?"
Old John smiled, gave her a rather teasing look, and replied: "From a certain point of view, although your focus is strange, there are also some clues. After all, it is unlikely that ordinary billionaires only spend this Perhaps Mr. Michael Ovitz should have a deep understanding of the trick of money against you and discrediting your reputation."
Josie raised her eyebrows.
She actually agrees with the former detective's point of view, because the sensational title of "The Popular Actress Seduces a 15-Year-Old Boy" obviously cannot shake the property or equity under her name, but it can completely kill her trip to the awards season at the end of the year.
"I think we should return one or two." Josie raised her eyebrows lightly, "Any good ideas?"