Sesame paste little actors have no freedom!

The hot rhyme is sweet, all fake, the atmosphere is fake packaging, but the confusion is real.

Liang Xing coughed twice undisguisedly, completely defeating the ambiguity.When he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he was obviously disgusted, and said bluntly, "Why, you really want to rule me out."

Ren Xing said quite relaxedly: "Is it all the same? Anyway, you will not refuse, and you are not qualified to refuse."

Liang Xing smiled: "Don't say that, I'm just a young actor who wants to debut."

There is not enough light here, and it is ambiguously dark.

Ren Xing coughed twice, wiped the saliva on Liang Xing's clothes, and smiled maliciously: "Liang Xing, if you really want to become a superstar, why not make a bet with me."

"What bet?"

"I'll give you resources to develop, but I won't help you more. Within three years, you have to deal with your competitors and reach the position of actor, otherwise..."

"Wait!" Liang Xing pushed Ren Xing's hand away, faltered, and was so nervous that he wanted to run away.Probably a kind of intuition.

"Why didn't you wait for me to finish?" Ren Xing grabbed him.

"Scared." Liang Xing deliberately forced a smile, and Ren Xing could see that it was a deliberately forced smile.

"Don't you want to dream? Am I helping you realize your dream?"

"I suddenly realized that no one but my parents would be so kind to me for no reason. If I died because of a bet with you, I would feel sorry for my dead parents." Liang Xing paused, "Well, probably That's why I didn't become a stuntman." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes dimmed, like a broken light bulb in an old residential building, which didn't flash when it should be on.

"Heh, what do I want your life for? Am I missing it?" Ren Xing returned to the sofa and lay on her back.

"Then what do you want?" Liang Xing leaned over, blinking his eyes.

"Within three years, use the resources I gave you to become a new actor, or you will lose your face."

The voice fell, an understatement.

Ren Xing did not joke with Liang Xing, he did have a habit of collecting human faces.Not only that, the production, use, and recycling of human faces is really a fully standardized industrial chain.Take the dead Gao Yang as an example. Gao Yang signed a contract with the company. After death, the company has the right to dispose of the body.This means that the right to use Gao Yang's face is in the hands of the company.And it is Renxing who holds the right to use the artist's "face" in the company.

It's a bit scary to say.But when Liang Xing was brought to the "Artist Museum", he was even more horrified.

In the white secret room on the basement of the company, there are hundreds of faces displayed in glass showcases. They belong to artists who have signed contracts with this black-hearted company in the entertainment industry for ten years-singers, actors, hosts, Internet celebrity anchors...

In order to explore these weird faces, Liang Xing took a closer look.He saw the pores and wrinkles of the skin, and the marks left by the surgically cut human skin, and he was convinced that the faces were indeed peeled from the corpses.The artist's face is injected with special chemical reagents, which can maintain the natural elasticity of the skin without decay, and it seems that it can be worn by living people under special circumstances.

In this way, the fact that "Gaoyang's sister" Ms. Gao participated in the performance combined with Mr. Ren's testimony that "Gaoyang has no sister" has resulted in a terrible result.

"Fuck! What the hell is Miss Gao I saw!!!"

"Replica, the kind that completely loses itself."

Renxing clapped her hands in greeting—the subordinate came out from behind the white partition of the museum.

The men in white airtight jumpsuits were pushing the cart, on which sat naked Miss Gao.That is the living person who claims to be Sister Gaoyang.

Before Liang Xing could scream, he saw Ren Xing walking over.

Renxing unlocked the human skin mask with a special scribe and password.

Under Miss Gao's face is a mixture of machinery and flesh, and her brain is controlled by electrode patches.Maybe this Miss Gao is indeed a living person, but it should... not have the consciousness of a normal person.

"Wait, this...is this why she can call herself Sister Gaoyang? That means..."

Liang Xing didn't dare to think about it.

It's all Renxing's conspiracy!

"Gaoyang's death and death marketing are not accidents, this is one of the traffic recovery links we planned." Ren Xing calmly said the truth, "Liang Xing, so do you know what you will spend three years fighting against?"

"I don't know, what can I know?"

"Elaborately planned cannibal marketing, cyborg colleagues controlled by electrode tiles, and living people whose brains are blinded by vulgar desires."

Ren Xing smiled morbidly.Liang Xing took a few steps back.But Renxing chased after him, held his face, and stroked the "deposit"—it was the face of a beast with a soul but no heart, and it was not something that could be explained clearly in a few words.That's just what Renxing likes and wants, Liang Xing's face.

Liang Xing was distressed: "But I'm just a young actor."

Ren Xing said, "Don't you have ambitions and dreams? Don't you dare to pay the price?"

Liang Xing had nothing to say, bad, the incident has derailed and flew vertically along the Everest into outer space, he has nothing to say.

Okay, after holding it in for a few minutes, he felt that he still had to have an awkward chat.

"So, are you a face control maniac?"

——There are all kinds of strange sexual fetishes in the world, but it is fortunate that his sexual fetishes are the most strange.

"The face is just their personality."

Ren Xing captured Liang Xing who wanted to run away, and forced him to look at those delicate and creepy human skin masks.That is the face of a popular star, the face of a soft and cute teenager, the face of an iron-blooded patriotic tough guy, the face of an lgbt heterosexual artist, the face of a sexy queen, the face of a chic niche... All kinds of faces should correspond to a real Names, however, in this museum, they are inorganicized, and it can even be said that the "faces" are dismembered alive by their masters (Renyuki) from material to conceptual.

Liang Xing was like a lamb about to be sent to the altar, unable to react properly.The altar he longed for - the showbiz and entertainment world, has become a stage for human skin masks and inorganic labels.It seems a little ironic.He wanted to laugh, and he laughed.Hehe, the corner of his mouth was raised to a proper angle, and he blended into the weird atmosphere here, becoming a part of the weird world.

"Hey, isn't it just playing PVE with everyone's 'personal settings'?" He turned around and pointed his index finger at Renxing, and said to the owner here very chicly, "I tell you, the most powerful thing about an actor is that he can use a A face plays a thousand faces, only the soul is unique!"

"Okay," Renxing smiled and applauded, "Please start your performance."