Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 540: Assassin A, the Perfectly Inhuman Aura

On the set.

The middle-aged professor sitting in the car felt inexplicably uneasy.

He slid the virtual screen in front of him, his gaze drifting montarily as if he was staring blankly at sothing, then he continued swiping through the ethereal electronic display.

At that very mont, an urgent notification email popped up from his wrist and landed back on the virtual screen, glowing with a warning red hue.

[Urgent reminder from the China Academy of Top Sciences. Please acknowledge.]

"Thud, thud."

Sounds ca from outside the car, but the professor didn't turn his head. He rely adjusted his glasses and prepared to open the ssage.

Unexpectedly, the entire vehicle he was sitting in shook the next mont, as if sothing had landed on the roof.

—But that couldn't be right. This was a high-speed hovering car. How could sothing land on the roof?

The professor's eyes shifted from the light screen to the window.

It was unfortunately a cloudy day. With the severe urban pollution nowadays, cloudy days were not only hazy but also filled with constantly refracting light pollution, creating a very oppressive atmosphere. It felt as if sothing ominous was about to break through the human boundary from the depths of the smog and rush out—

But nothing happened.

The hovering car slowly ca to a stop at its destination, as if everything that had just happened was rely an illusion.

The professor breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to get out, but he found that the car door wouldn't budge no matter how many tis he tried to open it.

"Um—"

The professor looked up, intending to alert the system in the front, when he suddenly and horrifyingly discovered that soone was sitting silently in the driver's seat, which should have been unmanned.

This was a person who, at first glance, would inexplicably send chills down one's spine.

His facial features were exceptionally good, his appearance handso, even so perfect that it carried a mask-like, refined quality detached from human vitality. His eyes were pitch-black, the pupils extrely deep, yet no emotion stirred within them. They were like the eyes of a thoughtless machine, silently recording the scene and people before it.

An indescribable sense of danger flooded the mind.

Human intuition was sotis more accurate than machines.

With just a glance across the space, the prey had already sensed impending doom.

But it was too late.

As he raised his hand, intending to activate the defense device on his person, a bloody hole abruptly appeared in the center of his forehead.

The person sitting in the driver's seat had long since raised a pitch-black gun barrel, aiming it at him—

The professor's pupils only reflected the chanical arm, which seed fused with the firearm, brimming with a sense of technology that even surpassed current tech, filling his heart with terror and despair.

In the next mont, the once living person was instantly stripped of all vitality, collapsing limply onto the back seat, allowing blood to flow continuously from the bloody hole in the center of his brow.

Almost imdiately, the blood flowed down the corpse's body and spread to other parts of the seat.

In the deathly silent space, a slightly stuttering chanical sound rang out. The right arm of the person in the driver's seat transford again, and then a chanical hand with a cold tallic sheen reached towards the seat next to the corpse, picking up the docunt bag beside it.

Then, the man opened the car door and left without a sound.

Just like when he arrived, he completely vanished into the smog...

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"Cut!"

Xiao He, dragging the sowhat heavy chanical arm, stood by the car door. An assistant imdiately ran over, ready to take his "arm," but Xiao He politely declined.

He walked over to the director's monitor screen at the front and watched the playback on the big screen together with the director, then waited for He Jinnian's response.

This scene was the first appearance of assassin A.

Because this scene directly established his aura and status as a major villain throughout the entire film, it needed to be shot with great care. Additionally, this was also the first ti Xiao He was wearing this prop version of the chanical arm, so everyone was still quite nervous, worried about the performance effect while hoping this scene could be shot smoothly in one take.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, He Jinnian revealed a smile and nodded at Xiao He: "That's good."

"Yes!"

Outside the set area, all the staff mbers breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing more ease.

The very first scene of the shoot, done in one take, was a good on for everyone. The "professor" actor who had been slumped in the car also got out, smiling as he accepted the red envelope He Jinnian handed him. He then said to Xiao He, "Not bad, young man. Your acting is good. I really felt like you were a bit like a robot."

Especially the overly exaggerated rotation angle when turning his head and the low-frequency blinking of his eyes, the assassin A played by Xiao He truly had a sense of inhumanity devoid of any emotion.

It wasn't the aloof and cool expression people deliberately make when imitating machines. Instead, it was an eerie, refined sense of a chanical face forever maintaining stiffness and perfect curvature, which inexplicably evoked a feeling of terror.

—Similar to the uncanny valley effect.

That is, when robots or dolls beco too human-like, they instead evoke feelings of horror and fear in humans.

Xiao He had grasped this point perfectly.

Furthermore, to highlight the "perfection" of the robot this ti, Xiao He's makeup was surprisingly more refined than for any of his previous roles, even having a sowhat androgynous feel. Combined with his inhuman acting, people weren't amazed by his "beauty"; instead, they were first overwheld by the fear of excessive perfection.

This also precisely aligned with one of the main thes of "Super Spaceti Confrontation": when humans excessively pursue immortality and perfection, will their subconscious still fear immortality and perfection?

Of course, these weren't the main focus.

After confirming the fild content was fine, Xiao He put down the chanical prop in his hand.

In fact, while watching the playback, Xiao He was also discreetly observing He Jinnian's directorial skills.

Although the script had been accepted and the production team had started filming, no one was quite clear about He Jinnian's actual capabilities.

Xiao He still wanted to verify He Jinnian's true level, to confirm if he could handle the upcoming production team shoots.

—Fortunately, from what he had seen so far, He Jinnian seed to have no faults for the ti being.

Xiao He temporarily set his mind at ease and began studying the chanical arm in his hand.

This chanical arm wasn't custom-made at Young Master Huang's factory. It had actually been custom-made back in July. Xiao He had only tried it on once and hadn't studied it further. Now, with the official filming, he could finally tinker with this arm prop properly.

To be honest, Xiao He wasn't very satisfied with the quality of this chanical arm.

Since this chanical prop covered the entire arm—aning it was directly fitted over the arm rather than replacing the arm outright—its final product had to fit the actor's arm closely. Its size couldn't be overly exaggerated; otherwise, it would give a sense of disproportionate limbs, making it look fake at first glance and very distracting.

Therefore, although this chanical arm looked full of tallic sheen and chanical texture from the outside, appearing like a lump of iron, its actual weight was very light. The tactile feel of the physical object was more like lightweight tinplate, feeling like it would deform if bent.

Perhaps this was the difference between on-screen and off-screen.