Chapter 489: Wrap and a Very Big Star (10,000-word massive update!

The person in front of me,

He killed my friend, my lover.

When he stood in front of me,

I only took 0.01 seconds to decide, I want to use the cruelest method in the world,

To kill him.

"No. 218 and No. 456, welcome to the final game."

"Before the game starts, we must first use a coin toss to distinguish the eagle and the hen."

"Please choose, heads or tails."

"Tails."

Clink.

The coin was tossed high, spinning in the air.

Smack!

A pair of black leather-gloved hands pressed it down.

Then slowly revealed the coin.

"It's tails. Please choose whether you want to be the eagle or the hen?"

"I want to be the eagle."

On a high platform, six people wearing golden animal masks were watching the two people entering the square below.

The venue below was the same one where they played "Red Light, Green Light" on the first day. The corpses that had littered the ground were gone, and the pools of blood had been completely covered by the sand on the ground.

One of the two people seemed a bit excited, nearly tripping and bracing himself with his hand on the ground.

A person wearing a black iron mask said: "Distinguished guests, the final sixth game of this competition is, Eagle Catching Chickens."

A golden-masked person said: "Eagle Catching Chickens? Is that our country's 'Vulture Game'?"

"Yes. In fact, in different countries, there are similar games. Their game rules are very similar, all using the hen to protect the chicks, while the eagle tries to catch the last chick."

"But there are only two people here, how should we play?"

"Now the chicks are all dead. So, Eagle Catching Chickens adopts another set of rules."

"What is it?"

"No. 456, you are the eagle. No. 218, you are the hen."

"Within one minute, the eagle attacks the hen, and the hen cannot fight back. The eagle needs to incapacitate the hen within 60 seconds. If it fails, then in the next minute, the hen and the eagle swap identities."

"Incapacitate... the game, what does that mean?"

"No limits on the method, kill him. Now, the game begins."

The camera at this moment finally gave a full face shot.

Replacing the previously erratic camera movement.

In the minute or so just now, every shot was like playing hide-and-seek with the audience. From hands, from eyes, from the side, from walking feet, from the lower half of a bearded face, capturing the character from every partial angle.

This was the first time a clean, full-face plus half-body shot appeared.

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit that he had been made to change into after entering the semi-finals. He hadn't shaved for many days, which made his age jump up by many years. His hair was messy, his lips were chapped with white dead skin, his face was covered in sweat and grease, and his eyes were exhausted, revealing deep weariness and hatred.

Then, he blinked hard.

It was this action that made people recognize that this haggard man who looked to be in his 30s was Xie Jiajun.

The camera slid from left to right; opposite him was Francis Ng.

There were some bloodstains on Francis Ng's face and neck.

These were left behind when he killed Guli Nazha in the previous episode.

"Hee hee, you can't kill me." Francis Ng slowly pulled a dagger from his jacket pocket, licked his lips, and then licked the blade with his tongue.

"See this? This was for your girlfriend to defend herself, right? Now it's in my hands."

At this time, Francis Ng hadn't frequently participated in variety shows, and his fame and influence across the mainland, Hong Kong, and Taiwan were far less than they would be 10 years later. In Hong Kong, he was often seen by some directors as the third choice after Sean Lau and Anthony Wong. Therefore, being able to get the role of the second male lead here, Feynman's father truly used all twelve points of his skill.

Every corner of his eyes and brows was full of drama, just like a hybrid of "Ugly Kwan" and "Ni Yongxiao" in "Infernal Affairs II," crazy and insane, yet with a special kind of sinister ruthlessness.

He laughed while saying: "You little madman, I know you don't dare to kill me, you've never killed anyone in your life, right? You don't dare to kill me, and then, I tell you, it will be my turn. I will insert this into your body, just like this, insert it forcefully, and then stir it. Let all the blood in your body out... just like I killed your girlfriend."

"Do you know what she said to me when I snatched her dagger and stabbed it into her body?"

Francis Ng licked his lips, as if savoring a delicious feast, "She said, I'm sorry. Ga ga ga ga ga, ha ha ha ha ha, I killed her, and she still said I'm sorry to me. Don't you think she's a fool just like you?"

He was wrong.

She wasn't saying it to him. She was saying it to me.

She had always owed me an apology, I didn't expect her to remember it before she died.

Although this was the first time in my life I played the eagle, I found that being the eagle is 26 times simpler than being the chick.

I've been a chick my whole life, for 26 years, and every year that passed, living became harder.

But the eagle is different, the eagle doesn't need to worry about how to survive.

The eagle only needs to think about how to make others not survive.

If it were Tsui Hark, the director of episode 4, directing this final scene, it would definitely be full of dynamic shots and dazzling fighting stunts.

And if it were Zhang Yimou directing this scene, he would definitely focus on the emotional expression and visual beauty of every detail.

But now, sitting in front of the monitor is Wong Kar-wai.

After receiving the script, Wong Kar-wai added quite a few voice-overs in the final episode, and even overstepped his authority, adding a passage about the Eagle Catching Chickens game at the beginning of the first episode, calling it "echoing the beginning and the end."

Regarding Director Wong's inspiration and the lines he wrote himself, producer Johnnie To and director Pang Ho-cheung naturally had nothing to say.

Originally, everyone thought that Director Wong's fight scenes couldn't possibly follow the script's arrangement—Chen Nuo's inhumane beating of Francis Ng.

After all, inviting Director Wong for this episode wasn't to film a traditional fight scene, but to hope that after Xie Jiajun won the game and returned to the city, something different from Ann Hui's style could be added—no longer just domestic trivialities, but at the end of the season, delving into the complex struggles and portrayals of Xie Jiajun's inner heart, laying the groundwork for the second season.

In this regard, both Johnnie To and Pang Ho-cheung unanimously agreed that Wong Kar-wai was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

After all, this expressionist master is good at presenting the delicate changes in a character's inner heart through images and lines. In "My Blueberry Nights," the chemistry between him and the fledgling male lead of this drama is still praised today, and the lines and visuals of "Blue Dream" have also been imitated and paid tribute to by many directors, becoming one of his most representative works. Even in the Wikipedia entry for the name Wong Kar-wai, it has become the number one representative work, surpassing "Happy Together," "In the Mood for Love," and "Days of Being Wild."

However, no one expected Wong Kar-wai to direct this scene this way.

Starting from the handful of sand that Chen Nuo threw into the sky from his hands, scattering into Ugly Kwan's eyes, and knocking away his dagger.

Chen Nuo, like a beast, tackled Francis Ng to the ground.

Amidst Francis Ng's realistic screams, Chen Nuo seemed to turn into an eagle, ravaging him with his mouth and hands.

And at this moment, Wong Kar-wai seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he arranged a torrential rain.

Just like the garage in Chengdu turned into a reservoir, the sand and mud ground here also turned into a mud pit.

Chen Nuo and Francis Ng were like a wolf and a pig falling into the same mud pit, without language or dialogue, only Francis Ng's wails and screams echoing in the lens.

This was Wong Kar-wai's answer to this fight scene—through naked violence, showing Xie Jiajun's first step from the bottom of the food chain upward, the process of evolving from a herbivore to a carnivore. In this process, ugly is beautiful.

"When you fall in love with someone, forgetting her takes a lifetime. When you hate someone, killing him only takes one second. Then, letting go of hatred becomes a harder thing than giving up love. Because hatred is too easy to solve."

I say this, it doesn't mean I will forgive him, because I am not qualified to forgive him on behalf of the dead.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After a full three minutes of alternating slow and fast shots,

Chen Nuo lifted his head from Francis Ng, who was covered in blood and flesh and died with his eyes wide open.

He indeed didn't carry a weapon.

However, human teeth are inherently the sharpest weapons.

He had just bitten through the enemy's throat, and at this moment, like a wolf, he lifted his head covered in blood, hissing in the rain.

In the lens, the rain hit his face, spreading the blood on his face, flowing down his cheeks, indistinguishable whether it was water or tears.

But in Chen Nuo's voice, one could hear that the anger was gone, leaving only sadness.

Because at this moment, he felt that the result of hatred brought to people is often just like this.

Wong Kar-wai seemed to agree with this.

It actually didn't need an NG, it passed in one take.

In a luxurious extended carriage.

Pale yellow champagne was poured into a transparent goblet, bubbling with fine bubbles.

Subsequently, a hand wearing a black leather glove raised it.

Wu Yanzu, who hadn't stopped even at nearly 40, and had even shot his own brother Dayo Wong, forcing him to jump into the sea, said: "Congratulations, you won the final victory. This was a very exciting competition." After speaking, he gestured and took a sip of champagne.

"Why, do you have to do this kind of thing?" Chen Nuo, whose face was covered in bloodstains, was blindfolded with a black cloth, his hands tied behind his back, his head tilted, asking weakly.

"You've raced horses, right?" Wu Yanzu said with a smile, "You are horses. Horses on the racetrack. It really exceeded my expectations, I thought you wouldn't run very far."

Chen Nuo tilted his head: "Who are you?"

"Don't think about it, just treat all this as a dream. Anyway, for you, this isn't a nightmare, is it?"

Chen Nuo seemed not to hear, and in a voice of gritted teeth, asked again: "Who are you?"

Wu Yanzu picked up the black mask beside him and put it on his face.

Subsequently, a burst of hypnotic smoke surged out from the car.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are............"

Chen Nuo muttered, and finally fainted.

Just like that, Xie Jiajun finally won the game and was thrown back onto the streets of Hong Kong Island by a shiny, luxurious stretch Lincoln.

The rain in Hong Kong seemed not to have stopped these days.

Covered in wounds, Chen Nuo fell on the wet ground and had his blindfold lifted by a passerby.

The first thing he saw was a bank card in front of him.

And when he went to the bank, used his birthday as the password, opened the bank card, and withdrew 1000 Hong Kong dollars, he found that the balance was still 455,999,000.

Looking at the numbers on the ATM machine, Chen Nuo was stunned for a long time.

"Actually, the story filmed to this point has already entered Nuo-zai's comfort zone. Xiang-zai, have you noticed?"

"Director Wong, you call this a comfort zone?"

"Yes, do you have any opinions?"

"I... but..."

"But what."

Pang Ho-cheung sighed and said: "Actually, when we wrote the script, we thought of 'The Count of Monte Cristo'."

Wong Kar-wai shook his head and said: "No, it must be changed."

Change your mother. Pang Ho-cheung really wanted to say that, but then he thought, when Wong Kar-wai said he wanted to change the script, I'm afraid even if he called Yau Nai-hoi and Wai Ka-fai together, it would be of no avail; there might not be anyone in all of Hong Kong who would stand on his side.

At this time, he couldn't help sighing again and said: "But, I'm very afraid that the audience will send me blades."

"Rest assured." Wong Kar-wai said calmly: "Shipping from the United States to Hong Kong is very expensive."

The two directors chatted.

And on the monitor in front of them, Chen Nuo was hugging Kara Wai, who had died silently at home due to diabetes complications and overwork, crying until he was out of breath, crying until he was heartbroken, crying until tears streamed down his face, crying as if he had lost the whole world.

At first, it was the lines, but later, every word he said was an improvisation.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Mom, wake up, Mom."

"Mom, I have money to treat your illness, Mom."

"I was wrong, Mom. Mom, I was wrong, Mom."

"Mom, look at me one more time, Mom."

"Mom, don't die, Mom. I'm back, I'm back."

"Please, wake up."

"MOM!!!!!!!!!"

When Chen Nuo finally opened his mouth, with tears and snot, his voice hoarse, he let out a shout.

The sound was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Not just Pang Ho-cheung.

Wong Kar-wai, who had originally been hugging his arms and watching with relish, also put down his arms, changed his posture, and even touched his nose.

And in the lens, where the audience couldn't see, Kara Wai's tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, having long since soaked the pillowcase.

Lover, relative, enemy, all dead.

But Xie Jiajun was still alive.

If a person living like a walking corpse, breathing, walking, eating, sleeping, and shitting in this world is also called living.

He hadn't touched a single cent in his bank card.

But he also didn't go back to being a delivery boy.

He left the public housing where his mother died and became a disheveled homeless man wandering the streets of Hong Kong.

Although the bank manager found him and wanted to invite him to buy some wealth management products with the four hundred million in the account, he wasn't moved in the slightest. Instead, he borrowed 100 dollars from the other party, went to buy two bottles of wine, sat by the sea, and drank them slowly, sip by sip.

At this time, a flower-selling aunt came over and begged him to buy flowers.

Out of sympathy, Xie Jiajun bought one, only to find a card tucked into the flower.

The back of the card was the special symbol in the game, circle, triangle, and square.

The front was a time and place, and a sentence:

"Little Madman, this time, I'm really about to die."

Xie Jiajun's eyes underwent a huge change at this moment.

And as the plot progressed to this point, the biggest mystery in the whole drama was revealed.

It turned out that the organizer of the entire game was none other than Oh Il-nam, played by Paul Chun.

Why was he the first No. 001 to participate in the game?

Because he was the game organizer himself.

Before this, Xie Jiajun had always thought he died in the game, but he didn't expect that he only faked his death in the game, and he, who was truly suffering from a brain tumor, only finally reached his death date today, a year later.

Chen Nuo held the note, his hand trembling violently.

In the close-up shot, the expression on his face went from disbelief to blinking hard, and finally staring at it without blinking.

The lighting technician specifically adjusted the angle.

So in the lens, in those eyes that were originally like dead ashes, a bright red flame seemed to be rekindled.

When Zhang Jiaqi was woken up by the knocking, she was sleeping in bed.

Her dad went to work at the shop, her mom went back to the countryside to watch the shop, leaving only her. She drank a bit too much last night, and after coming back, she acted like Cecilia Cheung in "King of Comedy," throwing a drunken tantrum in front of the mirror, after which she slept soundly in bed, unconscious.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking was like a ghost urging for her life, making her extremely annoyed.

There was no help for it, she had to roll out of bed, put on her slippers, and go to the door. First, she looked through the peephole, then suddenly widened her eyes, opened the door, and through the iron fence, asked with surprise: "What are you doing? Why is your hair this color?"

Chen Nuo touched his hair and said: "Work needs."

"You're a delivery boy, delivering a delivery, does it require you to dye your hair into this ghostly look?"

"Is it very ugly?"

"Yes. Ugly to death. Red and messy, do you think you're Naruto?"

Chen Nuo thought about it, didn't remember which one in Naruto had red hair, but he wasn't very familiar with Japanese manga, so he couldn't be sure. However, he couldn't explain that it was because of the need for filming; after Xie Jiajun met No. 001, he finally let go of some of his heart knots and decided to start a new life, so he went to the barbershop and dyed his hair.

In this situation, for the sake of filming, he really dyed his hair red.

That's right, it was a color similar to a flame, looking extremely vibrant, similar to the wig Charlize Theron wore in the New Orleans strip club.

Can't blame Zhang Jiaqi for being so surprised; he was also very surprised when he looked in the mirror after dyeing it.

Chen Nuo didn't delay time either, directly stating the business: "Change your clothes, I'll take you to see someone."

"See who?" Zhang Jiaqi yawned again, "I haven't woken up yet, I... who?"

Suddenly, the woman frowned and asked suspiciously: "Your parents came from the mainland? No, didn't I tell you last time? If you don't take off your mask, I won't date you. I can't even know what my own boyfriend looks like and agree. Impossible. No matter what Grandpa says, I have to see it with my own eyes. No matter if you have a scar on your face, that's a small problem, men don't rely on their faces to eat. The most important thing is a good heart. You want me to see your parents, and when we talk about it, I don't even know what you look like, how can I justify it, do you understand?"

Chen Nuo said: "It's not my parents, it's a friend of mine, he wants to see you." ===== CHAPTER 490 =====