Author: Happy Sanxian

During the meal, Lin Ye found something to chat with the two movie stars.

After chatting, we learned that Deng Xiaochao and Duan Yihong went to Xiamen three months in advance to experience life before the filming of the movie started.

Deng Xiaochao went to experience the work of a police co-op. Every day he lived in a dormitory, a canteen, and on the front line as a police officer.

The same goes for Duan Yihong, except that he is a police officer and sits in the office, but when there is a case to be handled, he goes through life and death just like the police.

In order to better fit the character, Deng Xiaochao wore the same outfit without changing it until the filming was finished.

A black jacket, wrinkled jeans, and a pure black T-shirt underneath.

Even the underwear was purchased from a street stall for five yuan.

"I tried to understand him and got closer to him until I really saw him."

When Deng Xiaochao spoke, his tone was the same as that of Xin Xiaofeng in the play, which was completely different from his usual image in variety shows.

Is this experientialism?

Too cruel!

Throw yourself directly into the character's life, eat and live with him, and experience the other person's life!

Lin Ye really learned a lot.

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"Everyone, this is the last scene, this one is really finished!"

Director Cao said heartbroken.

Duan Yihong nodded and prepared to enter the scene.

Deng Xiaochao was tied up on the injection table. There was no joy in his eyes about the completion of the project, only the fear of death...

The last nurse the crew hired was an anesthesiologist hired from a regular hospital.

In the previous photos, glucose was injected.

The director initially disagreed, but it was Deng Xiaochao who strongly requested that he do it for real.

He wanted the anesthesiologist to inject anesthesia directly on him, and he wanted to really experience Xin Xiaofeng's feeling of dying.

For safety reasons, the anesthetic has been specially prepared, and people can wake up in fifteen minutes.

""The Burning Sun" Scene 25, Act 2, Article 3, Action!"

With a crisp sound, the heart recorder next to Deng Xiaochao began to beat...

In order to ponder this grand drama of lethal injection, Deng Xiaochao has not slept a wink since yesterday.

He only took two or three bites of the food Lin Ye ordered just now.

He couldn't understand, nor could he appreciate the mentality of a death row prisoner before he was sentenced to death.

Injection is a process in which a living life jumps from being alive to being completely silent.

How is he going to act?

Only he himself knows how difficult this scene is.

He went to Cao Cao more than once for advice and learned a lot of skills that needed to be digested.

However, this did not allow him to perform the feeling of a death row prisoner in a short period of time. Or the feeling of the performance was not what he wanted.

I always feel like something is missing.

So he just asked the anesthesiologist to give him an anesthetic, hoping to use the depression of consciousness to bring the actor closer to the character...

He is truly a lunatic.

There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

"Chao...Brother Chao, your arm has no place to prick it..."

The little girl looked at Deng Xiaochao with some distress.

"It's okay... let's pierce it with another arm, this one is... brand new."

Deng Xiaochao turned his head to the other side and moved his left arm.

"Restart! "Heart of the Burning Sun" Scene 25, Act 2, Article 4, Action!"

With tears in her eyes, the little girl began to apply medicine, tie a tourniquet, and insert needles...

Finally... this time the right blood vessel was pricked!

The intern's anesthetic was successfully injected into Xin Xiaofeng's vein through the needle.

Xin Xiaofeng only felt a cold feeling coming from his left arm, and no longer looked at the needle.

He took a deep breath and waited quietly for death to come.

20 seconds…

30 seconds…

A little dizzy...

One minute…

sleepy…

Gradually...Xin Xiaofeng felt that...breathing needed the help of autonomous consciousness.

Death is coming.

He tried to move his legs, and he could still move them, but he couldn't do whatever he wanted.

One and a half minutes…

My legs are numb, but my consciousness is still there.

Xin Xiaofeng saw the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, which emitted an alluring light.

His left eye has been completely closed, and his consciousness has gradually faded away.

After a few more seconds, the long-forgotten desire to survive suddenly came over him.

Xin Xiaofeng's expression was a little painful, but he could only shake his head slightly with all his strength.

He breathed greedily!

It seems like I am taking something away!

Even if it’s just a little bit of oxygen…

Outside the glass of the execution room, Yi Guchun watched all this with tears in his eyes.

As a professional actor, Duan Yihong has already entered the drama.

The person who is about to receive the death penalty is his brother who has been through life and death, and he is also the murderer he has been chasing for seven years.

He is extremely complicated inside.

There is sadness and regret, but at the same time I am happy for Xin Xiaofeng...

He couldn't bear to turn his head away, not wanting to see this scene with his own eyes.

But as a police officer, he has to face the facts head-on.

Just this moment of pulling the eyes shows the power of the actor!

Iguchun's sister, Iguka, was not as restrained as he was. She held her brother Iguchun's arm and kept sobbing. Before the old tears dried, new tears fell down.

Three cameras, one camera focused on Teacher Duan and Teacher Wang.

The other two shots, as distant and close shots, constantly hit the faces of Deng Xiaochao and Teacher Guo Tao.

None of the actors had a single line...

In the entire studio, there were only teacher Deng Xiaochao's near-death reaction and other people's psychological reactions...

Lin Ye watched them the whole time, secretly shocked.

It is indeed a big production with powerful actors!

Even if he took on a hundred anti-Japanese dramas, he wouldn't be able to match this kind of drama!

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Two and a half minutes…

From time to time, Xin Xiaofeng's head would hit the iron bed beneath him violently, making a clicking sound.

In the camera lens, he has lost control of his expressions. Sometimes he is dull, sometimes in pain, sometimes laughing...

The sight of both eyes has solidified, and the head has completely stopped moving...

Xin Xiaofeng couldn't see or hear anything... he could only feel his own heartbeat getting weaker and weaker.
To be continued...