Lord Of Dying Smoke - Chapter 196



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The King of Death Smoke Episode 196

The Second Masterpiece and the $400 Million Love Story (6)

Hu Yanlin was once asked this question by Kang Min during filming.

“Is it possible to film stunts?”

“Stunt…?”

“Action.”

“Honestly, I’m not really sure….”

If I had to be picky, I was actually one of the more capable people among my peers.

However, Hu Yanlin did not have the confidence to say such things to the great actor who had used swordsmanship in “The King and the Monarch,” martial arts in “Live and Let Die,” and even displayed divine chariot riding in “Richard I.”

Are you going to hear people say, “How can you possibly handle a story like this when you don’t even know how to move your body?”

Unlike Hu Yanlin, who was so nervous, Kang Min simply nodded calmly.

“I understand. It’s natural for people to have things they can and cannot do.”

“Yes, yes… .”

The tone sounds a bit desperate for some reason, but it could be an illusion.

“Of course, according to the rules, we can’t hire a body double, so I think this chase scene in the middle of the film will be a bit of a problem. It seems like a difficult scene even for a skilled actor.”

“Oh, of course I’m going to delete this part!”

“indeed.”

“And that, this is just, that, I wrote down my romantic thoughts… I’m sorry, I just thought it would be nice if this kind of scene were possible…”

“Well, it’s romance.”

For some reason, these words seemed to have moved the great actor’s heart.

Kang Min said after thinking for a moment.

“Then there’s nothing we can do. Let’s try a little trick.”

“A shortcut…?”

Kang Min went to the staff and briefly consulted with the cinematographer.

The other person was a little surprised, but soon smiled and nodded.

Kang Min returned with a bright face.

“Fortunately, the story went well.”

“What, what are you talking about… Oh, no! I’m glad it worked out well!”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“yes!”

“Then let’s run for now.”

“…yes?”

rush.

trot.

Forward and unreliable.

Low crawl.

High crawl.

Back crawl─

Le Huyen Lin, without knowing English, held the model gun alone and imitated things he had never heard before.

The camera followed and filmed it.

When Kang Min asked if Vietnam also had a conscription system, I answered that the Vietnamese military provided job training, a good salary, connections, and that the competition was high because you could go home on the weekends. For some reason, filming became a bit more intense.

Hu Yanlin felt like she was about to cry.

‘How on earth… How on earth do you use this for filming?!’

“Actually, it’s just that the teacher doesn’t like me and is treating me like that….”

‘No, that can’t be…!’

In fact, I didn’t even have time to worry about such things.

Hu Yanlin returned to the guesthouse groaning after suffering through a hard day.

After that, the filming continued as if nothing had happened, so he forgot about it, thinking that something must have gone wrong.

Actually, I wanted to forget it.

─That was the reason why even the actors who appeared on the screen could only watch in a daze at the situation unfolding on the screen.

[Ugh… Ugh…!]

In the screen, Hu Yanlin was crawling sideways with the rifle held at his side.

The expression on his face that said, “When will this ever end?” was beautifully packaged as a desperate attempt to escape from the opponent.

Among those applications, it was Aksu who carefully stuck his face out and checked the situation.

There was another explosion.

The man barely suppresses his mouth, which instinctively wants to scream, and runs.

All the scenes that Hu Yanlin thought he didn’t understand were transformed into something close to art.

And the only scenes that made it that way were those that Hu Yanlin didn’t know about.

The man following behind grumbles.

[He said he would grant that wish.]

[Crazy… crazy guy…!]

[No, you said it was your wish? Do you have a bad memory?]

[That crazy guy…!]

The protagonist looks behind him and fires his rifle indiscriminately with the trigger set to automatic.

It’s not that powerful in itself.

Even Hu Yanlin himself sighed, saying that there was no way such a scene would be used.

[Oh my, you don’t know how to save bullets.]

But if the person following behind skillfully takes on the atmosphere, it’s a different story.

The pursuer’s skillful throwing of his body and exploiting the blind spot adds liveliness to the scene where he frantically pulls the trigger.

Kang Min does not show off his movements that are close to artful like in .

But the skilled way he pursues, skillfully choosing between stealth and advance whenever necessary, comes across as much more oppressive than that.

Like a hunter chasing a beast.

The tension in the work, which was close to boredom, is instantly connected to a single line and tightens.

“What is this…?”

“Is that the video of Hu Yanlin?”

The ones standing there with their mouths open in a daze are the other audition participants.

That’s because they saw what the scene originally filmed by Hu Yanlin was like.

It was the same with the teaser video and the subsequent broadcasts during the production process. Most people shook their heads and thought that the scene would be a hindrance and that they had no choice but to delete it.

‘but….’

Just by splicing together scenes that Kang Min filmed separately, every scene becomes more vivid.

It’s hard enough for two actors to get their acting to match, but one actor can bring the entire scene to life just by matching the other actor’s poor acting.

No, at this point, it’s closer to completely reconfiguring the atmosphere of the entire play.

“under.”

“oh my god….”

The participants cannot even imagine what kind of realm this is.

Even Penelope Olsen sighs and mutters, “If only I had half the sanity of that ability.”

The chase that had been capturing people’s attention will soon end.

The bullet casing that the protagonist was desperately trying to put together is kicked away by his boot and flies far away, and a gun is thrust into his head.

The protagonist’s legs are shaking.

[What about the will?]

[… … .]

[You can tell me anything, buddy. There were about eight or nine guys who asked me to kill them, and I recorded them all.]

[… … .]

[If you don’t say anything, do you write ellipsis? Or dotdotdot… or something.]

[… … .]

[Oh my, it’s always like this.]

The madman shrugged his shoulders and grumbled.

And then, I started to tighten my grip on the trigger.

At that moment, something catches the protagonist’s eye.

Now, all that remains is the ruins of the city, the collapsed remains of the Space Needle, the symbol of Seattle.

The protagonist ends up crying in fear.

[What is this!]

[Uh… isn’t that a bit much for a will, buddy?]

[I woke up and the world was crazy! I didn’t know anyone! They were shooting at a can of food! And now I’m going to die for no reason to some crazy guy?! What the heck is this!!]

[Uh, um…]

[Damn, damn it! I should have found you! I should have found my daughter! You damn bastard! You coward! You were like trash, only caring about your own life─!!]

There was silence.

The protagonist closed his eyes tightly and waited for death.

But the bullet didn’t fly.

“Hmm,” he said, and seemed to stroke his chin for a moment before putting the gun away.

[This time is a special case, my friend.]

[…what?]

[I can’t change my original wish, but I’ll let it slide. Anyone can see that the difference in intensity is significant.]

The madman clicked his tongue.

And he held out his hand.

[What are you doing? It’s not happening.]

[… … .]

[I said I’d help you?]

The protagonist raises his head blankly at the attitude of showing no regrets at all.

And ask.

[What are you?]

[It seems like there is something wrong with your head.]

The madman grumbled softly.

And then he opened his mouth with an annoyed expression.

[Gang.]

[yes?]

[A very special organization that grants people’s wishes]

[… … .]

The title screen appeared again as the protagonist blankly blinked.

And then, it changed.

“?”

“?”

“???”

At that moment, everyone in the outfield blinked.

The subsequent developments were like a tidal wave.

[egg plant.]

[Uh, where…?]

[You want to find your daughter. Isn’t that your wish?]

[Nonsense…! How long do you think it takes to get to Oklahoma…! There are warlords everywhere…! They never let anyone pass─]

[I ask again, what was your wish?]

[… … .]

Only after Le Huyen Lin grew up did she realize that her father had found her in one of the most unsafe areas in the country, a place where evil gangsters roamed the streets.

Even as he grew older, his friends teased him as a “bespectacled gentleman.” Even after getting into fights, getting beaten, and having bruises all over his face, his father would still search for his son.

It was only a day later that I found out my nose was broken.

Le Huyen Lin wanted to recreate that.

The cold and harsh world I saw as a child, and my father who desperately searched for himself there.

And Kang Min knew exactly what the actor meant.

[What, what is this guy…]

[Ugh… Ugh…!]

[Ugh… Don’t you care about your life…!]

If we look at the play itself, it would have been much more interesting to increase the importance of Kang Min, who made an impressive appearance.

However, Kang Min focused solely on the role of protecting the main character.

Unlike the helper, who is skilled and even easy-going, the protagonist is desperate and desperate.

Because it’s an opportunity to pick up the pieces and correct your mistakes.

-You weren’t scared? Why wouldn’t you be, haha. To be honest, I couldn’t get into their area, so I went to the police station and begged. Of course, it didn’t work.

-I think it was like that for about an hour. Then my eyes started rolling. If you were to behave badly during that hour, how would I look at your mother?

-I just wasn’t in my right mind… .

With Kang Min’s support, Hu Yanlin’s potential, no, something more, only then exploded.

His father died when Hu Yanlin was eighteen. Hu Yanlin never showed his father that he could become a successful actor.

That is why all his actions were filled with soul.

Because acting is ultimately something that comes from within yourself.

After all, men are creatures who spend their entire lives repeating what they learned from their fathers.

Le Huyen Lin looked at herself on the screen and lowered her head.

Because it was as if he was seeing someone who looked very similar to him.

-her?

-uh?

-This is….

And viewers responded to it.

According to some psychological hypotheses, humans like stories because they have vicarious experiences that help them survive. That’s why they like ‘real’ stories so much.

If so, then the actor who contains that ‘reality’ will be even more so.

The drama of passion instinctively arouses human interest. That’s how humans evolved.

But this time, the other side’s feelings won out.

-The river is truly amazing! What great action!

-That’s right! But─

-Yeah, this isn’t ordinary for Hu Yanlin either… .

The ratings started to turn around.

The 3x difference gradually decreased to 2x, and then soon began to decrease to 1.5x.

The viewers were amazed.

But critics and actors were astonished.

That’s because they were able to analyze that while Kang Min was thoroughly controlling and shaking up the atmosphere, he was also thoroughly giving up the most important position to the protagonist.

‘I really didn’t know this was possible.’

‘I thought the main character would change…’

Needless to say, this further heightened the level of drama.

The viewers clenched their fists and swallowed their saliva repeatedly.

At this point, it wasn’t like watching an audition stage.

Everyone was genuinely curious about the ending of this play.

So, after about 40 minutes,

The first fight between Kangmin and Hopper Dusk has ended.

-That was a good story… .

-I know

-It’s over!

-Damn it, I shouldn’t have changed the channel in the middle of it!

Looking at the results alone, it was a complete victory for .

In the US, unlike in Korea, it is difficult to immediately calculate viewership ratings in percentage terms, but even taking that into account, the gap was nearly double.

If you just look at the atmosphere at the beginning, the difference was unbelievable.

-So, who said Bonamana?

-Not me… .

-They say that if you always believe in the river, you won’t suffer any loss!

The atmosphere was turned upside down and everywhere was engulfed in ridicule.

In particular, East Asia became a chaotic place close to a great reversal, and articles poured out.

But there were those who questioned this victory.

They were critics.

“Well, for now, the river won….”

“Yes. I don’t know what’s next. I’ll keep my interest in the next episode too.”

“The limitations of the omnibus format are too strong.”

“yes….”

For now, they won.

But next week, will have to write another story. Unless you can produce a masterpiece every time, there will eventually be a limit.

In the first place, viewers tend to be more tolerant of watching a continuation of a story rather than a completely new one.

“It seems like it’s going to get more and more difficult.”

“That’s right.”

That was the time when critics were all presenting negative outlooks.

The screen of , which had been dark, brightened.

Critics were puzzled.

“trailer…?”

“What kind of trailer would there be for a standalone episode?”

“So it’s a clip video?”

On the screen, Kang Min was walking around, whistling, in a place reminiscent of the inside of a science fiction spaceship.

The automatic door swings open, revealing a futuristic yet simple office.

Those who thought it was a man’s room soon realized that a woman had raised her head in the center of the room.

Kang Min opened his mouth with a grin.

[I’m back, boss. I finished the job perfectly.]

[Perfect work is my ass… and I told you not to call me boss.]

The woman sitting on the chair sighed and raised her head.

She was dressed in uniform and a captain’s hat, and she looked very tired. I guess she had an expression on her face that said she had no idea why I was doing this.

And, as expected, it was a pretty familiar face.

She asked, seeming annoyed.

[So, is this a dimension we can get rid of?]

thud.

The screen went black again with Penelope Olsen’s inexplicable words.

The critics looked at each other blankly.