"Rollo Tomasi is the driving force for me to become a policeman. I am determined to catch those who think they can get away with it. I hope to find a true fair judgment, but slowly, I lost that ideal."

For the first time, Ed looked straight at Jack in front of him without any hiding, without dodging, without escaping, and looking straight straight past with a completely open mind. All the emotions in the amber eyes were gone. Ed's words were neither anxious nor slow, neither deliberately sensational, nor deliberately pretending, nor even deliberately heavy, but just narrated calmly. However, the words seemed a little swaying, and the confusion hidden in the depths of the sound floated in the air, which seemed to make all the light blurred and dizzy.

Jack's eyes lost their focal length bit by bit and became blurred. As Ed's gentle words fell into his deep thoughts, his facial expression almost did not change at all. He could vaguely feel his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth relaxed, but he could not find any trace of change. However, the thick sadness and decadence emerged in the eyes.

"Why are you a policeman?" Ed asked.

Jack was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes in panic, thought for a while, then slightly restrained his chin and looked at his fingers on his thighs. His eyes were almost closed, making it impossible for him to see his eyes, as if he was in a mess to hide his fear and confusion. But he immediately realized that he could deceive others, but he could not deceive himself, so he raised his eyes again, his mouth slightly opened, and his words stuck in his throat.

He shook his head gently, and his gray eyes were blurred because of the trace of confusion. Then he shook his teeth gently, "I don't remember." A sentence was as light as smoke and dust, but as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Jack finally didn't hide himself. He raised his eyes and looked at Ed in front of him calmly. The mixed emotions surging deep in his eyes were completely displayed in front of Ed.

But Ed was not the case. Ed's amber eyes were clear and he did not hide. He calmly met Jack's sight, revealing his regret, confusion, and scars. His fragility seemed to be within reach for that moment, but he was afraid that he would break when touched so that he did not dare to reach out.

Ed was still the same Ed, with thick waxed hair neatly styled, meticulous silk glasses, clean and tidy suits, and thin and mean face. But at this moment, he became extremely close, no longer disgusting, no longer hated, no longer repulsive, no longer repulsive, and even the bookish spirit that looked incompatible with the police officer's identity became at this time. It was not sympathy, not admiration, but empathy.

At this moment, the two people met with each other, but they felt the heaviness and confusion behind each other's halo like never before. Everyone has their own stories, and what they see on the surface is often lie, but the most fragile deep in the heart behind the layers of burial and layer of protection is all their own pain. These two opponents who dislike each other and face each other's tit-for-tat find similar confusion and regret in each other's eyes.

At this moment, the entire set seemed to be trapped in a crack in time and space, and time and space stopped. No one spoke, no one breathed, and no one dared to move any part of his body. It seemed that a light wave of his arms would break the extremely solemn atmosphere on the scene.

Heath had no time to observe the details of the performance at this time. Before he knew it, he was substituted into the conversation between Jack and Ed: What was the original intention of the beginning?

Everyone may have a goal in life, maybe it was set in college, maybe it was set in childhood, but as time goes by, whether it is the path of dreams or the path of life, we often begin to follow the trend, let ourselves go, often be confused by fame and fortune, and occupy the soul by money. We forget the original intention of the dream, and even forget the starting point of life. Career is no longer work, but just means and medium to continue to survive in this society, just like walking corpses, continuing to live step by step.

One day, Muran looked back and found that he had lost his way forward and could not find the way back. He stood in a fog, losing himself in a daze, and even losing himself.

Not only Heath, when Ed and Jack were silent and their eyes were intersecting, everyone at the scene fell into deep thought, like a huge vortex, involving everyone present, with no exception, and the surging thoughts in their brains burst out like a volcano.

Even Hugo and Kevin themselves were really stuck in a state of static. The bitterness and miscellaneousness of the tongue were dancing, the storm in their minds was sweeping, the boundary between movies and reality blurred at this moment, and even the sound of film running in the camera seemed to disappear into the blurred halo.

"What do you want? Esley." Jack said again, but his voice was no longer strong, but a strong feeling of fatigue and even a trace of confusion.

Ed looked at Jack intently, his eyes full of sincerity, his words were not only peaceful but also a hint of warmth. The soft tone seemed to be wrapping up the edges and corners of his body bit by bit, "I hope this case can be solved."

"The night owl has been broken." Although Jack still insisted on his own point of view and refuted Ed's proposal, he was no longer imposing, but spoke from a friend's standpoint.

Ed shook his head gently and looked at Jack with a firm look, "No." Behind the silk-wired glasses, courage and resoluteness flashed, far from the image of a weak scholar, "I hope to truly solve the case."

"Even if you have to pay a heavy price?" Jack raised his chin and said calmly. But the content of the words had already revealed his true thoughts: he also agreed with Ed. The words of the two were so light, like a feather, as if they were worried that they would expose the too heavy reality, and also seemed to be worried that their true thoughts would be killed by others. But no matter how light the words were, they could not stop the determination in their eyes.

Ed didn't say anything, but just looked at Jack intently, slightly pointed his chin, and answered with his firm eyes. That touch of spirit made Jack's emotions begin to surge, and the long-lost sense of justice flowed in his blood again. Jack suddenly stood up, "Okay, college student, I'll help you!" The simple and neat words were filled with surging enthusiasm.

Jack quickly put on his suit, "But there is a case where your homicide team doesn't care at all. They think it's just a common 'gay case' in Hollywood, but I don't think it." He was talking about Matt's homicide, "You help me investigate my case, I will investigate your case. One word is decided?"

Ed's gaze was so firm, there was no sign of dodging. He looked at Jack unwaveringly from beginning to end. His calmness and determination almost ignored the existence of the golden glasses. The corners of his mouth raised as if nothing had happened and pointed his chin, "A word is certain!"

The crisp sound was loud and loud.

"Papapapapapapapapa!" Almost as Hugo's voice landed, a crisp applause came to the quiet set, accompanied by a rough voice, "Okay! OK!" The harmonious atmosphere on the set was broken in an instant, and everyone turned their heads and looked over. Heath stood there alone with a red face, urging his hands vigorously. The excited eyes clearly showed the surging inside him at this moment.

But... this is not a cinema, but a set. Any commotion may affect the set of filming. Without Curtis calling "Card", no one dared to speak out, let alone Heath's completely amateur behavior. In an instant, Curtis's face became extremely bad. He only felt that the whole scene was perfect and the last stroke was left. His heart was about to explode, but at the last moment he was pinched, just like the feeling that ** couldn't release it. It was so frustrating that Curtis felt that he was about to explode, which was a literal explosion.

Seeing Heath, Charlize and Russell, who were both unclear. But it is undeniable that the performance aura of Hugo and Kevin is really too strong. The understatement between every move outlines the character's personality and the atmosphere of this scene. The most important thing is that the performance process is relaxed and relaxed, and the combination of elasticity and tightness. Whether it is lines or expressions, it is exaggerated if it is a little more, and it is not enough if it is less. It completely excavated the tension of the plot and the depth of thoughts at the same time, which is amazing... and it also makes people want to be amazed.

There is no doubt that Hugo and Kevin's scene just now can be regarded as a model sample at the textbook level. It not only teaches the correct way for actors to control the opponent's scenes, but also tells all actors how to establish their roles in a quiet manner. Even without the violent outbreak scenes of emotional ups and downs, even without the tense confrontation scenes, the dull acting aura can still kill the whole audience in seconds.

This is the real rivalry. Hugo and Kevin almost opened their aura to the greatest extent. The confrontation between Ed and Jack completely showed a pattern of equal momentum, pushing and pulling back and forth, allowing every audience to hold their breath and pay attention to every change on the scene. The violent collision spark was eye-opening!

Therefore, although Heath's sudden action was rude, it was impossible to blame too much. So Russell and Charlize looked at each other, and both of them stood up one after another, joined Heath's ranks, and clapped hard. The other staff looked at each other, and then stood up one after another, applauding. In a blink of an eye, the entire set became a sea of ​​applause. The thunderous sound filled the entire space, shocking everyone's hearts.
Chapter completed!