While Marshall was tormented by the media commentary, Theolod was locking himself up in his home, holding the body's first script in his hand.

Theorod has starred in thousands of movies, so it didn't take him long to read this book throughout. "First Degree Fear" is not a very good movie in his film history, and the screenwriter's skills are not in place, so that although there are many highlights in the play, the whole plot is still a little dragging on. And those highlights and small highs/tides, as well as the final big highs/tides, and even the ending reversal, are mostly linked to the character of Allen.

It can be said that compared with the male number one Martin Well, the male number two Allen is more like the person who supports the whole movie, so the filmmakers are very careful about the casting of this role, because they know that if the acting skills of the selected actors are not explosive and deep enough, they will not be able to undertake this heavy responsibility, and even if there is Richard Gere's excellent acting skills, the whole movie will be completely reduced to mediocrity.

Similar to Theolod thought, Alan is indeed a very smart criminal, he has won the trust of the vast majority of people through the weak and pure character that he has disguised for a long time, and then killed the bishop, and then disguised himself as a dual personality to make another personality "Roy", confusing his lawyer Martin, confusing everyone in the court, and successfully exonerating himself, until finally, there is another big reversal.

In the end, after successfully exonerating himself, Allen deliberately showed his feet in front of Martin, and confessed to Martin that there was no Allen from the beginning, and this qiē was his disguise. As Allen's defense lawyer, on the one hand, Martin could not tell anyone else about this fact, and on the other hand, if he succeeded in exonerating his client and then turned around and sent him to the gallows, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to his career.

Alan knew this, so he was unscrupulous, he was like showing off, so rampant and triumphant.

So, what if Alan is just a disguise and another is Roy? If the character is smart enough, maybe Roy doesn't exist either. The nineteen-year-old boy's nature only appears at the end of the flash, and the whole play comes to an abrupt end, perhaps he hides his true colors, and with his clever brain and keen observation, he disguises two false personalities, fools the world and then becomes complacent.

He is so simple, yet so complex, that he can deceive everyone's eyes in an instant.

Theolod closed the script, he was already familiar with the character of Allen, and now all he had to do was to become Allen. This is simpler, he had already done it once in the interview before, and now all he has to do is make his own changes according to the script.

Theolod closed his eyes and recalled every word in the line, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his whole person seemed to be a different person, becoming introverted, always involuntarily shrinking up, with ignorance of the outside world in his eyes, and he began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, as if looking for something.

"Knock knock knock......" The knock on the door seemed a little hurried, interrupting his search for something, he raised his head, a trace of panic and puzzlement flashed on his face, reflexively rubbed his clothes with his hand, walked a few steps in the room, and came to the door, slightly opened the crack in the door, revealing one eye and a small half of his body, and carefully looked at the person outside the door.

"It's me, I'm the only one who will come to you at this point, open the door and reads;. With a hint of annoyance on his face, Marshall pointed to the chain on Theorod's door and motioned for him to let him in.

Perhaps it was the ferocity and impatience on the other side's face that frightened him, and Theorod pulled the chain like a frightened fawn, and his hands even trembled a little, so that it took three attempts to open the door. However, Marshall seemed to be angry, and he didn't notice Theorod's anomaly at all.

"Hell, why is your place even more messy than the last time I visited, was it hit by a tornado?" Marshall frowned with a headache as he looked at the quilt that had been lifted on the ground, the waste paper all over the floor, the drawers that had been pulled open, and the chairs that had fallen to the ground.

"Hold... Sorry, I just... Just looking for... Look for... Find something. Theorod stood still, stammering in reply.

“…… What are you looking for?" Before, he was accustomed to hearing his exceptionally calm and elegant voice, but now he suddenly heard the other party speak to him in this whispering voice like a mosquito and a nasal voice from nowhere, which made Marshall feel very awkward, and he couldn't help but look at Theorod a few more times, and the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

When did he become so unconfident? When did he become so cringe? It's a matter of temperament...... Where did that overmature kid go, why did he become such a stupid ghost when he didn't see him for a day?!

The Bible...... Every day, I ... The Bible must be read every night in order to... to be able to sleep. Theolod replied, looking up at Marshall, who thought he had seen a pure and immaculate cherub, and even made him afraid to speak out loud so as not to frighten him.

Marshall was taken aback by his own thoughts, and a chill made him rub his arms, and he decided to change the subject: "Okay, you look for you, when I didn't ask anything, but...... Have you seen the newspapers these days?! I really don't know if those film critics have been kicked in the head by a donkey, and they probably can only rely on random criticism to show their value!"

As he spoke, he threw a wad of newspapers in front of Theorod.

Theolod stared blankly at the newspaper that fell to his feet, and then at Marshall, who was still angry, before slowly bending down, picking up a newspaper, and flipping to the movie section.

"Ryschel Entertainment wants to use the news of the appointment to make themselves look generous and caring, but they only ruin their own films, and think about what good movies they've had in the last few years......? Who told them to be especially loving and to take special care of the newcomers?"

Theolod saw this passage at first sight, and of course he understood that it was a film critic who was turning around and scolding himself for being useless. Suddenly, he looked at Marshall with some eagerness and grievance, and anxiously defended: "No, this... That's not right, I... I'm not what they say I am... That's useless!"

His expression was so fragile that Marshall almost began to reassure him not to be discouraged and not to give up on himself, but he thought that something was not right - wait, under normal circumstances, Theorod should not just put down the newspaper and ignore the comments above?!

“…… You're crazy to care about these film critics who can write whatever they can make money shouting, this pile of garbage is still a pile of ......" Marshall muttered, Theorod's unusual attitude made him realize that he came to him just to get the kid's "enlightenment", but now he himself figured it out, "Okay, don't you read this thing, how did the script read?"

“…… Don't look at this thing?" Theorod's voice suddenly became a little eerie, but Marshall didn't notice it.

Of course, the movie hasn't started yet, and the comments of these critics don't mean anything at all. Marshall said that he was walking to Theorod's refrigerator trying to find some beer or something, but suddenly heard a "zig" behind him, and he turned his head just in time to see Theorod slowly tearing the newspaper in half and half.

There was only a dim chandelier in the attic, and people couldn't see each other clearly when they were far away. Marshall only felt that Theolod seemed to be smiling, and he smiled very ...... Evil spirits.

"Yes, those/sons write things like their screams/beds, and they will be hungry for a day without shouting. The rude and obscene words came out of Theorod's mouth in this state without the slightest sense of disobedience, his eyes looked directly at Marshall, with a hint of irritability and blood, and in the dim light, his eyes turned green again, strange green.

He walked slowly towards Marshall, tearing the newspaper as he approached, but his eyes did not leave Marshall half a step, and the aura that came from nowhere made Marshall involuntarily clench the door of the refrigerator - why did he suddenly feel that this child who was only 177 would pounce and beat him out of the concussion in the next second?

"So, why are you showing this stuff to Theo, huh? You know that watching too much of this stuff will affect his play, aren't you his fucking agent! This is what you shit is good at? Complaining and hitting?" Theorod suddenly turned from a slow and methodical to hysterical, and he strode up to Marshall, staring at him with a vicious gaze and roaring angrily.

Marshall was completely stupefied.

"Look at it, look at it, fuck this is the scrap paper you brought in, and I'm happy to see Theo being said to be incompetent, and you're so happy?!" Theolod said, lifting the torn newspaper in his hands and blowing it all into Marshall's face.

Theorod's series of verbs starting with F and his insulting gesture made Marshall a little annoyed: "You ......"

"Bang!"

Theolod suddenly pressed the refrigerator door behind Marshall with a sudden force with his right hand, and then pushed him violently, pressing his whole body on the refrigerator, and the small refrigerator was overwhelmed and shook violently.

"Do you want to fight? Come on, I'm going to screw your pig's head off like!" he said defiantly, patting Marshall on the cheek.

If he can't realize what Theolod is doing now, then he will be an agent for nothing. Marshall grabbed Theolod's wrist, frowned and said sternly: "Enough, Theorod Lecht! If you continue like this, sooner or later, you will go mad! Do you know what it means for an actor to go mad? You're still a underage!"

Marshall's tone, which was like a parent's accusation of a child who made a mistake, made the evil anger on Theorod's face suddenly disappear, he glanced at Marshall expressionlessly, and then lowered his eyes silently and smiled: "I know, Marshall, I have my own measure, after all...... This is my life. ”

Marshall stared at Theorod suspiciously, and the hand holding his right wrist gradually loosened, he didn't know whether Theorod really understood or fake, but he certainly didn't realize that Theorod's "this is my life" not only represented his physical life, but also represented that performance was his life.

He lived to perform, and one day, he will die for acting, and willingly.

“…… Well, anyway, in a week you'll be on the set of Fear of the First Degree, and the money will be in your account at that point. At that time...... You pay attention, now, you give me a different way, and I'll help you with your lines. Marshall said, patting Theolod on the shoulder, pushing him away, and picking up the script on the bed.

"Yes, Daddy Marshall. ”

“…… I'm not that old!"

A week later, under the pressure of public opinion, the crew of "First-Class Horror" started filming.