Global Film Emperor

Chapter 195 unfolds a journey of self-redemption!
When Lu Ze opened his eyes, he felt the sunlight was a bit dazzling. He had slept very well last night, without any dreams or feeling physically tired. The sedative had given him a good night's sleep.

The room, which should have been dark, now had its curtains drawn. Lu Ze, who hadn't seen sunlight in a long time, felt very uncomfortable. He felt someone sitting at the foot of his bed, so he got up and found that it was Shen Jinghan.

The sticky notes on the wall had been completely removed, revealing the pristine white wall once more. Shen Jinghan patted Lu Ze's calf and smiled, but even her foundation couldn't conceal her heavy dark circles and the increasing wrinkles around her eyes.

"Get up, the sun is shining nicely today. Let me take you for a walk. Staying cooped up at home all the time can make you sick."

"it is good"

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded in agreement, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. The mirror above the sink had already been taken down, but Lu Ze didn't need to do any makeup or dressing up. He just wanted to wash up, so it didn't matter whether there was a mirror or not.

After finishing the filming of "The Boss," the clothes sent by Jack & Jones were Lu Ze's size when he was fat. They were now very baggy and loose. After getting ready, the two men with dark circles under their eyes went downstairs.

Lu Ze hadn't been out for a long time. The feeling of the direct sunlight on his body was wonderful and very warm. It was summer, and the weather was hot and humid. The gardener had just finished weeding for Lü Hua, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of soil.

This vibrant scene is common in daily life, but it was the first time Lu Ze had truly noticed this ordinary beauty that is never lacking in life, and it was the first time he had been moved by this ordinary beauty.

A regular Buick minivan was parked at the entrance of the residential area. Shen Jinghan was driving, and Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were sitting in the back seat. After a spur-of-the-moment decision by the three of them, their first destination was Dongtai Road, an antique street in Shanghai.

Dongtai Road is quite far from Lu Ze's home, about an hour and a half away. Warm instrumental music was playing from the car stereo, probably a playlist carefully selected by Shen Jinghan or Wang Zixuan.

On the way, Shen Jinghan kept bringing up topics, such as interesting things that had happened in the industry that Lu Ze didn't know about recently, using topics that Lu Ze was interested in to put him in a good mood.

But to be honest, Lu Ze isn't very interested right now.

When you arrive at the destination, you'll find that the items are mostly antique trinkets, or things that are a bit old but don't fetch a good price, such as comic books, clothing, lighters, and some stalls selling flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, there were quite a few customers today. The three of them went out together, bought some snacks, and ate as they walked. Lu Ze didn't have a good appetite, so the other two didn't force him. They just stared into Lu Ze's eyes, hoping to see what he was interested in.

It has to be said that Lu Ze was indeed interested in some things, such as talking parrots. This was the first time he had ever seen such a bird, and he didn't know what kind it was. After watching it for a while, Shen Jinghan said he wanted to buy the parrot to keep Lu Ze company. However, Lu Ze found that it could only say a few words, like a broken record, and he quickly lost interest.

Surprisingly, they even sell rather unique pets, such as lizards, spiders, and snakes—creepy things that most people wouldn't accept. Wang Zixuan seemed terrified of these cold-blooded animals and insects; her face turned deathly pale, and she kept backing away.

Around noon, they came across a roadside stall selling hot dry noodles. The three of them each had a bowl. Lu Ze had never been to Wuhan before and didn't know if it was authentic or not. Anyway, he couldn't eat much.

There was an old fortune teller at the stall, giving "guidance" to a young couple. These days, not many young people believe in this stuff anymore. Judging from the couple's expressions, they just wanted to hear some good luck words.

This fortune teller was quite casual, seemingly just trying to earn a living by talking; his words were so pleasing to the ear that they made the young couple laugh and giggle.

After chatting for about fifteen minutes, the young man threw down twenty yuan, grabbed his girlfriend, and left. The "fortune teller" wasn't disappointed that he hadn't managed to swindle them out of more money. He pocketed the twenty yuan and continued waiting for work.

"What? You want to have it done?"

After finishing his noodles, Shen Jinghan wiped his mouth and noticed that Lu Ze occasionally looked up at the old man with an expression as if he were listening to a storyteller. So he suggested that Lu Ze try to calculate it for fun.

"No."

Lu Ze picked up a noodle and stuffed it into his mouth, only sucking half of it before biting it off. He then took a sip of mineral water, shook his head, and refused.

"Just consider it a trip. If you come here and don't buy anything or do anything, wouldn't it be a waste of your time? Come on, let me calculate your fortune."

Shen Jinghan didn't believe in this stuff, nor did he expect the old man to be able to predict anything. He just thought the fortune teller's words were pleasant to hear and quite cheerful, hoping that Lu Ze would hear some nice words and be a little happier, even if it had the slightest effect.

Lu Ze was dragged to the old man's stall by Shen Jinghan and Wang Zixuan. Helpless, Lu Ze sat on the small stool the old man had brought and stared at him blankly. To him, spending money to listen to a bunch of useless nonsense was a waste of his life.

"Which of the three should calculate?"

"Sir, please tell my nephew's fortune, anything is fine with me."

Well, another customer who wants to hear nice things. But business is tough these days. Every little bit helps. Earning a hundred or two a day is fine too.

"Okay, then young man, take off your sunglasses and I'll read your face."

Encouraged by Shen Jinghan and Wang Zixuan, Lu Ze reluctantly took off his sunglasses. The old man was startled when he saw him. It wasn't because Lu Ze had a full forehead and a square jaw, or a face that looked like it was full of wealth and honor, nor did he recognize Lu Ze. It was just because Lu Ze's dark circles were a little too damn scary.

Even an ordinary person could see that Lu Ze had no energy or spirit. He not only had dark circles under his eyes, but also a pale face, looking like a dead man. Anyone who glanced at him suddenly would be startled.

The old man thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "What would you like to have calculated, young man?"

"Let's see how much longer I can live."

The old man figured it out: this was a family member bringing a terminally ill patient to hear auspicious words. This was the first time he had ever taken on this kind of business. He looked around, still finding it a bit difficult to speak. He felt that it would be a loss of conscience for him to say that Lu Ze would live to be a hundred.

But due to the need to make a living, he decided to abandon his conscience. He thought that making a dying man happy would be a great deed for him. So he really used his best skills and talked on and on. It's just that the old man was probably too knowledgeable, with a mixed bag of Buddhist and Taoist teachings, and the more he talked, the more mysterious it became.

Lu Ze found it rather pointless to listen to, and within five minutes, he was ready to take out his money and leave. These words were of no use to him at all; on the contrary, the more he listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Just as he took out his wallet, four police officers in uniform grabbed the old man's shoulders, pulled him up, and tried to take him away.

"Hey! Officer! What are you doing?!"

"Someone reported you for allegedly spreading feudal superstition. Didn't you tell a fortune for an old man a couple of days ago? And even prescribed him a folk remedy? How shameless of you! The old man spent five thousand yuan on your folk remedy, and afterwards he had diarrhea for three days straight, his intestines were almost coming out. Do you even have a medical license? You dare to prescribe medicine to people like that?"

Upon hearing this, the fortune teller immediately became honest. He explained that his job as a fortune teller wasn't a big deal; it was just that he had been greedy for the five thousand yuan and had gotten sick from the old man's food, which led to his misfortune. Without saying a word, he packed up his stall and prepared to leave with the police officers.

On the contrary, Lu Ze and his two companions were stunned. The old man with the goatee and dignified air was arrested by the police. The change in style was too fast, and they didn't react for a moment.

The police officer chuckled as he looked at the three people still sitting on their small stools, probably because their expressions were indeed quite amusing.

"Aren't you three leaving yet? Are you also planning to give him five thousand yuan? Hurry up and return the stool to him. Don't believe in these crooked things anymore. What kind of honorary member of Taoism is he? What Taoist member talks about Western Paradise? Hurry up and leave. Remember, nothing is better than believing in science. If you have something on your mind, you have to solve it yourself. Using other people's ideas won't work! The one who tied the knot must untie it. Everything depends on yourself. Go, go. Go shopping if you want to, eat and drink if you want to. There are a lot of pickpockets around here, be careful."

After the police finished speaking, they took the "fortune teller" away. The old man was not tall, with a big flag stuck on his back. He was known for his accurate predictions. He carried two stools into the police car, and he looked quite comical.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it? Everything depends on oneself?" Lu Ze kept repeating this well-known saying. He wasn't stupid; he had just been led astray and was blinded by his own involvement. Suddenly, he understood the whole thing.

"Aunt Han, I want to go home."

"Let's wander around some more and take a closer look."

Lu Ze had no mind to wander around anymore. He turned around and ran towards the parking lot, but his body had been ruined in the past two months. He was exhausted and fell to the ground, but he still tried to get up and run back.

"Aze, wait a minute!"

Shen Jinghan and Wang Zixuan were terrified. He wasn't normal! How could anyone be sure he wasn't having a relapse? They quickly chased after him and arrived at the parking lot.

There was no other way; if Lu Ze wanted to go back, he could just go back. Shen Jinghan drove back, while Wang Zixuan helped treat Lu Ze's sprained elbows and knees.

Lu Ze closed his eyes, his mind racing, thinking back to every event he had experienced several years ago. The events were actually quite simple, but the timeline had been stretched too far. If no one reminded him, he probably would have been tormented by the illness and never been able to remember them.

"You guys go back."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the residential area, Lu Ze refused their help, told Shen Jinghan and Wang Zixuan to leave, and then hurried home. His bruised knee was a little sore, and he was limping.

He was covered in sweat when he got home. Sitting in the study, he quickly took out his notebook and pen. Perhaps the pen hadn't been used in a long time, because it wouldn't write. Lu Ze shook it vigorously and then scribbled on it until it worked properly.

The first thing to consider is the stage of your illness.

The first time I fell ill, I was trying to get into "The Capital Youth" in a hotel in the capital. I noticed the decor myself, and my thoughts were probably influenced by Lu Ze from my university days.

The second episode occurred on the day of the promotional event for the film "Youth in the Capital". On the way to the restaurant booked by Jiang Wenshu, the video proved that he had saved a driver who caused an accident. He lost eight minutes of memory and his body should be taken over by the doctor Lu Ze.

The third episode occurred the morning after Jiang Wenshu's birthday, when someone said, "We existed," but it's currently unknown who wrote it.

The fourth time he fell ill, it was Lu Ze from his university days who was behind it all. He gave him a design blueprint two days before the start of filming for "The King of Fighters".

The fifth episode was caused by Old Lu, after which the condition began to flare up and worsen. Although his thinking was clearly abnormal when filming "Mr. Tree", he did not lose his thoughts or memories.

Summarizing the timing of all early-stage illnesses, the results are...
He! Has never! Ever! Had an episode while filming!!

And those bizarre dreams he had, although he knows he can't remember exactly what happened now, it was definitely related to more than a thousand personalities. When a person dreams, time is constantly compressed. A person can have many dreams in one night, but he is always woken up by bizarre dreams. That nightmare was the last dream he had that night.

Whether it's a nightmare or a wet dream, a person will have a profound impact on a dream that affects them and causes them to break out of sleep. For example, when a man has a wet dream, he will definitely remember who he was with in the dream when he wakes up.

Or when people dream of falling off a cliff, they will definitely remember why they woke up. It might be that a hand or a leg fell off the bed. That feeling of weightlessness is amplified infinitely in the dream, thus affecting the whole body, so that when they wake up they know that they dreamed of falling off a cliff.

Why doesn't he remember? Not even once? It's highly likely that someone tampered with it, but who can block out their own memories?

system!

So let's make an assumption: why doesn't Lu Ze have an attack while filming? Is it possible that the system doesn't allow it, or that it has placed controls on the personalities? And that it has shielded him from the threats posed by these personalities, allowing him to maintain his best performance while filming and not to become paranoid about the things in his dreams?
But why were the onset periods so long before, only once or twice a year, or even once every two years? But after filming "Big Boss", the onset periods became so frequent?
Lu Ze tugged at his hair, thinking quickly. Finally, he remembered something, or rather, a sentence.

"I haven't decided yet. I'm just thinking of taking a break. These past few years, I've been constantly filming, sometimes even working non-stop, filming one scene after another. It's quite tiring. I really want to go on a trip or something to relax."

"Furthermore, I want to take advantage of this time to lose weight properly, recharge myself, relax, and be in better shape for the next phase of work. I've definitely entered a period of burnout."

Is it because you don't want to film anymore? You want to take a break?
If we put everything in order and make an assumption, what if all these thousand-plus personalities are dogs raised by the system? Or what if there are no alternate personalities at all, and they are all simulated by the system to blackmail him into making films?
He really felt that he was sick, because he had spent several years in the system space for each course, trying to become another person. He felt that it was not difficult to understand why a secondary personality could be born in this environment.

With Dr. Lin, a professional psychologist, concluding that he was sick, Lu Ze, a naive guy who believed in science, really thought he was sick. Although he tried to think about it from the perspective of the system, his lack of composure during the episode and the mental fog caused by the medication made it impossible for him to figure it out.

So, Lin Yuezhu inadvertently tricked himself by diverting the system's attention, causing him to be tormented by the alternate personality for two months.

After sorting everything out and making sure everything was in order, Lu Ze's back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He never expected the system to be so cunning. He had even mocked the system for being as weak as Windows, but he was completely outmaneuvered by it!
Why does it do this? Because it only pushes Lu Ze forward. Judging from the first stage of the cramming-style tutorial, it doesn't care whether Lu Ze is tired or not. It only cares that Lu Ze completes its requirements as quickly as possible.

Similarly, it seemed to see through Lu Ze's way of thinking.

What kind of person is Lu Ze? After being relieved of the burden of his family, it's undeniable that Lu Ze became lazy. He's the kind of person who's content with a little wealth. Once his family is settled and he has some spare money, he wants to relax, go on a trip, and have some fun. But this goes against the system's requirements, so it chose to open the door and unleash the dogs!

Now, on one hand, I want you to go film a movie, and on the other hand, I'm going to slowly torture you to death. The knife is right at Lu Ze's throat. Which one do you choose? Lu Ze, you tell me.

So now there's only one way to save yourself: go make movies! But just making movies isn't enough! Because you can't live your whole life without resting and have over a thousand stray dogs chasing after you. You'll definitely work yourself to death eventually.

So there's another hard requirement that must be met: ten movies with a rating of 8.0 or higher! If you want the "dogs" to stop, you have to escape this circle, otherwise they will be chased and pursued in this circle for the rest of their lives until they can't run anymore and are bitten into a lump of rotten flesh by more than a thousand "mad dogs".

Lu Ze sat in the chair for a long time, and finally slapped himself hard on the head.

"You've got guts! I'll fucking kill you!"

He picked up the phone and called Shen Jinghan, who answered quickly.

"Hey? What's up, Aze? Do you need me to go back? I'm on my way back right away."

"Aunt Han."

"What's wrong? Tell me, Aze."

"I want to take on a new role."

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A long time ago, Matchstick pointed out the main theme of this book: transcendence and self-redemption. Now that self-redemption has been emphasized, I think everyone understands transcendence as well. Actually, it's not a literary theme; it's just the story of a kid who was chased by dogs since childhood and saves his own life. The reason has been explained, but there are still some plot holes to fill, such as the city, etc. I'll talk about that later. I worked overtime tonight to resolve the reasons for the split, and I'm posting tomorrow's chapter in advance. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, so is it okay to just post one chapter? Thank you! I knew everyone would understand!

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