King of the Last Drama

As the story of "Three Times" draws closer to 20 paintings, the water rises.

The reality was still dazzling, the mood only got worse, and the timing was almost fixed on the southern protagonist, raising the suspense even more.

Above all, events were continuing.

Things are getting more and more fucked up.

Yanachi's personality fills his tongue.

Hey, the unsub. Only four people have already died in that house.

…….

Silent male protagonist.

Against him, the changed face of the Yankee Rum reveals it again.

You don't think it's a real coincidence, do you? It took a lot of coincidence for Ferdinand to get along. Not to mention the four in one house.

That's right, young man. But it's pretty uncommon to go after a rat like that and not save anything. It's not 1914, is it?

Ah, Inspire, stay still! What's so weird about prudence?

The male protagonist remained silent while the two other personalities were huddling.

His former detective was instinctively suggesting the most suspicious person. It was more difficult to find anyone else besides her, to be precise.

But many factors discouraged him.

Approximately ten seconds to pass.

In between, the agony and the fine shaking of the camera revealed a more complex heart than words.

Most importantly, it was being done in one face that was reproducing two different personalities, just like the other.

"... so."

A man barely removes his eyes from the whiteout.

An Epic Joker who achieved 90 percent of the bars with a single pole, Lee Hyun-Seok being more vigilant than anyone else.

It was AD in the room of "The Age of Eternity."

"Are you telling me you're going to leave me with a camera to fight that?"

I had a deep feeling that it would only make sense without being insane. However, Kwon Taeyoung, who was sitting opposite, nodded seriously.

"I think you can do it if you're a room fiddy."

"......"

The Chamber did not open its mouth.

In general, it is the responsibility of the director of photography who is instructed by the PD to supervise the camera. However, filming with multiple cameras often leaves the director with a different focus on a trusted person.

Of course, this is only an attempt by the director to see it from multiple perspectives, but there are no real scenes. If it had been so, the Chamber would have accepted it with glory.

However, what Kwok Taeyoung is proposing at the moment was in fact an overwhelming power, as opposed to a two-man PD regime.

This is the room I was hoping to take care of, but this was too sudden.

"Honestly, I don't understand what you're trying to use me for."

The room he was contemplating finally told me his honest feelings. Are you insane?

"I know that you take good care of me, and I also thank you. But my abilities aren't being tested, are they?"

"For me, yes."

Kwok Taeyoung purposely agreed.

"But the other director I admitted seemed different. I think it's a reliable source."

"Who are you talking about?"

"This is the guy who just made the scene."

"Yes?"

The room is empty and my mouth is open. That Lee Hyun-suk?

"No way... You know something wrong?"

He, too, intertwined the chambers with him with a great evil.

This is the room where Lee Hyun-seok, who left KBC for the first time, was forced to create a garden and give out writers and actors.

At least I wouldn't say anything if it went well, but I can't see it with good eyes.

Kwok Taeyoung laughed bitterly as if he understood.

"As rumored, this director appears to be a very extraordinary person."

"Umm"

"The advice that Fiddy received in the previous room was to go through Wighton. This director was instructed to do so himself."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry to be buried with such talent, but I told the police that I contacted them anonymously."

It was information of such power that the bull chant could no longer speak. Taeyoung Kwak added.

"Ah, Mr. Wongwon-hoon is the one who gave me this news. It's not going to be about credibility."

"... yes."

The room was still mute.

As President of MBS Wongwon-hoon, I always wanted to know if there was something wrong. I was only getting information while searching for Lee Hyun-seok, and as always, I beat my neighbor's assistant and handed him over moderately.

But for Lee Hyun-Seok, it became a rubble plugged into him.

Most importantly, Kwok Taeyoung heard about it and made a decision.

"Even though the results were unfortunate, I see there was something flashing in Fiddy's performance in the room."

"... just attracted to writers and actors. It wasn't something I could digest, like a writer or a keeper."

"It's my job to say it. You might say you hit them thoroughly."

Kwok Taeyoung taps his shoulders in the cold room with his eyes closed.

"I also reflected on this failure. I guess I'm not saving the colors of actors and writers, I'm killing directors."

By the time I first thought about making a thorough guess, I could somehow save my life.

However, when Kwok Tae Young himself came forward and tried to drag him away, everything was a mess.

I think that if Lee Hyun-seok had caught a clue about Kim Chul, he would not have done this.

"At least in Lee Hyun-seok's eyes, I think there was a possibility of room fiddy."

"Umm......"

"If you don't believe me, why don't you trust me?"

Even the room that hesitated so much became a determined face.

"All right, if you say so, I'll do my best."

In response, Kwon Tae Young smiled with relief.

"It's a strong word. So let's get ready to vote."

"What do you mean?"

Kwok Taeyoung replied with great satisfaction.

"Oh, I'm going to pick a character who's going to die voting."

"......"

Silence.

And static.

Until just now, the resolutions were quickly broken and scattered, and the room began to doubt whether the silver man in front of the eyes had been drinking or not.

#

Of course, as if there were no graves without excuses, Taeyoung-gyeong Khwk added that Idona was not simply out of her mind and was on this march.

The plan was a law that was open to everyone.

"Kim Chul is a person who doesn't really like the term post-modernism. I actually thought that word made a fool out of it."

Kwok Taeyoung explained.

More precisely, it was a hatred of the art of translocation and anti-narrative, where the heads and tails were turned. It was his theory that puppies were no different from puppies who could do art.

"Breaking the mirror means dismantling realism, just as the reality itself is not crushing. I'm not parasitized by the modernism that's left without a knock on my body, so I'm just too busy to bring it. It's kind of like this."

"Blade Runner" and "Matrix" showed multi-dimensional strikes, so there was no real realism in them.

At least it was Kim Chul's view that there could not be an essential liberation unless there was even a connection with causality.

"You know, I told a reporter your face was postmodern."

"Haha."

Unfortunately, the awkward laughing room could not understand the whole story as well as the eyes.

It was precisely because I could not understand the consequences of leaving the problem of terminology.

He asked in a plain tone.

"So the only way to get out of that causality is to... draw a lot of people and kill them?"

"You've done the right thing."

"......"

What are you talking about?

Am I weird that I don't understand?

"Make the causality not in the dimension in which the story proceeds. When the writer Zhang Yu first heard this story, I really felt like an Archimedes."

On the contrary, the room felt like Kichero.

Am I ignorant and foolish and unable to understand the meaning of the word?

The room remained focused ever since, but eventually gave up without understanding anything. It was a kind of spokesperson to convince Director Kwok Tae Young to do the best I could.

And such distress would soon have a fair outcome.

#

It was around the time of the 20th painting that I was preparing a way to relax my back.

I couldn't stand up to the story Park Jintae said without thinking.

"Who did you use in full?"

"It's Fiddy who used to work with Fiddy for a while, but... is there a problem?"

"... no. No."

Damn it! I shuddered my head, avoiding the peculiar expression.

I've been reassured that it's not a big deal because I haven't shown you two different angles so far!

Me and Kim Chul Sunbae were forced to keep their feet together all day long.

[Damn, what the hell are you doing!]

'If I knew it, I would be doing this!'

Snow glanced at him.

"If you're Chan Fidi... aren't you the writer and the filmmaker after" Like a play "?"

"Yes, that's him."

"But why... Ah."

Snow nodded to see if she remembered the reaction of the time. It was a bit harsh, and he adds with a strange expression.

And I realized something like that.

I grabbed my hand reflectively.

"No way!"

"Yes, yes?!"

I confronted a stiff snow.

"There's something I want you to do."

"What the hell..."

"It's all I can ask of you."

"... only to me?"

"Are you coming?"

When I asked you seriously, Seol blinked for a moment and hopped a little. Then it became a determined expression of something.

"Just say it. I'll do anything."

"Thank you."

I smiled brightly and gave out the paper.

Seol, who was swallowing his saliva, tilted his head.

"Then write down as much as you can think of how you filmed with Fiddy in the cold room!"

"... Yes?"

"I also asked Gia, but she only handed over the manuscript and never participated in a live shoot."

"......."

Yeah, you could have asked Snow.

While I was delighted with the new discovery, Snow looked at the paper with a dark face.

I realized a lot.

"Oh, my God, look at me. You forgot something."

"Oh, I see."

"Here's the pen."

"......."

214 Tanker Siege Tower (3) End