I’m Really A Great Director

Immediately after descending the mountain, before entering the village, a few village names came out wearing only a pair of shorts, with a wary look on their faces, surrounded them, chatting in dialects.

This dialect is so unfamiliar that Li Fanxi couldn't even understand a word.

The eagle greeted him with a grin, and after a long period of ink, a nearly scrapped van came up obliquely.

"Get in the car. This car takes us to see Tyrannosaurus." The eagle beckoned to Li Fanxi and jumped into the car first.

Li Fanxi and Huang Mao followed the eagle into the car, and the car started moving before they could sit still.

Huang Mao cursed lowly at the bottom of his throat.

As soon as he got into the car, Li Fanxi smelled a bad smell.In fact, this odor has gone beyond the scope of "stinky". The odor of sweat, the odor of rotten raw meat, and the odor of spoiled food are really stinky.

How to put it, it is so stinky that it makes people laugh.

The car drove bumpy, and after a few turns, it gradually stopped.

"Here, get out of the car." The eagle opened the door and jumped out impatiently, panting for breath.

Obviously, those who are as sturdy as an eagle can't stand the stench in this car, and they forcibly take a breath.

Li Fanxi got out of the car, looked around, and found himself in a place similar to a "yard".

Said it is a courtyard, because there are indeed four walls.But these walls are incomparably dilapidated, and it feels more like a graveyard.

There is a small three-story building in front of you. The shape is very ordinary. Although it is only three stories high, it is quite different because there are many sparse low houses in all directions.

There is a vegetable garden under the high wall to the west, and several farmers are working.The pigeon flew down from the balcony of the small building, and the chickens and dogs on the ground chased, and there was a touch of farmhouse atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, Li Fanxi relaxed a little.

But he knew that this might be a disguise made by Tyrannosaurus, which made people feel like this was a civilian building.

At this time, a middle-aged man in black short sleeves came out and greeted the eagle.

"Songzi, long time no see!" Eagle raised his hand.

The middle-aged man named Congzi came over, exchanged a few words with the eagle, and after receiving the phones of the three people, he led everyone into the small building.

The first floor of the small building is divided into six rooms, each with the door closed.Congzi opened the door of the third room and let Li Fanxi and his party enter.

When Li Fanxi entered the door, he looked around, suddenly a little dazed.

This is a room within a room, there is another room in the room, the door is tightly locked.

The walls of the outer room are covered with various paintings, including sketches, oil paintings, and watercolors, showing the human bodies of various men and women and various blushing poses.

Li Fanxi looked at the painting on the wall carefully. The human body on the painting is very delicate, and the details of the important parts are very delicate. As far as the painter is concerned, he is definitely a painter.

Looking at the ground again, seven or eight old-style skull masks were scattered, obviously worn out.

Obviously, someone here is using the cranial shadow to copy the human body in the painting to make a bad film.

"You wait here first, and when the Tyrannosaurus brother comes out," Congzi said.

"Damn, Xinchao, Brother Tyrannosaurus was playing this thing recently?" Eagle said with a smile.

Congzi said in a low voice, "Isn't it, once you become obsessed with this thing, hehe, even real people don't want it."

In another room in this room, from time to time there were rough scolding, beatings, and even crying.

Will Zhu Meng be in this room?

Li Fanxi listened to the movement in the room.

"Brother Tyrannosaurus has been very angry these days? Is it so fierce?" Hawk said.

"Hehe, when is he not very angry? I'll leave first. You can wait slowly." Satoko waved his hand and said, "Don't speak too loudly here.

After Congzi left, the eagle made Huang Mao and Li Fanxi sit down and waited for the Tyrannosaurus.

Seeing Congzi's polite manner made Li Fanxi a little relieved, but she also knew that the situation was not necessarily better than expected.

One, Satoko was polite, looking at the radar and the eagle's face.

Third, Congzi's politeness does not mean that Tyrannosaurus will also be polite.

For Li Fanxi, the key is to grasp the emotions of Tyrannosaurus in an instant, and state the conditions that make his heart move.

This time, the Tyrannosaurus did not appear for twenty minutes.

The eagle sat on the chair, his neck raised, and his eyes closed.

Huang Mao was smoking a cigarette, staring blankly at the painting on the wall.

"What's the use of these paintings?" Li Fanxi asked Huang Mao in a low voice.

"Nonsense, of course it is used to copy." Huang Mao said: "According to the figures and postures on the painting, make a cranial shadow, understand?"

"Why not use photos but paintings?" Li Fanxi wondered.

"Personal taste is different." Huang Mao smiled: "Take a good look, don't hold back your nosebleed."

In this parallel world, the supervision of bad films is extremely strict, making it hard to find.

It is conceivable that everyone's knowledge of this aspect of the film created in a closed state is very shallow, and there are too many postures and ways to unlock it.

In the previous life, Li Fanxi was a single otaku, and at the same time a vigorous young man. The D disk stores more than 100 G, which can solve physiological problems at any time.

These more than one hundred gigabytes are stored in his mind, and he remembers all kinds of perfect body structures and full of creative body structures and postures.

At this time, the door of another room was opened, and a dozen big men walked out of it.

The head is one person, with dark skin, muscular, extremely strong body, at least 185 meters tall, and extremely oppressive in shape, he is a tyrannosaurus.

"Garbage, all TM is garbage!" The Tyrannosaurus roared: "After spending so much money, I invite you, a dozen people, can't make a film! After so long, just two or three poses, imagination. What about creativity?!"

Li Fanxi glanced over, and saw more than a dozen people wearing skull masks sitting in the room, all frowning, staring at the computer screen in a daze.