"Dude, what do you do for a living? Your figure is too perfect. If I put you in a plastic pool, you'd be a standard model."
Thank you for your compliment. Would I be able to come out alive?
Qin Guan put on his white linen underwear as he explained, "Strictly speaking, I'm a part-time model."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Guan turned around. The big man covered his face with his hands. "F * ck, let me calm down. I'm a straight man. I like girls with big breasts. Alright, let's get to work."
"Let me, Freddy, mess with you until even your mother can't recognize you!"
He took out a box of diluted latex and started painting Qin Guan's chest and abdomen with a big brush.
When the latex reached a certain thickness, Freddy stopped painting and stuck four pieces of soft silicone sebum on Qin Guan's ribs and abdomen.
Qin Guan felt like his chest was covered with white, sticky snot. It was disgusting.
Before Qin Guan could protest, the assistant drew on the latex on his chest with the inferior foundation and loose powder.
In five minutes, the white latex had turned into the same color as human skin. The thicker in the middle and thinner on both sides made the latex stick to Qin Guan's skin like his own.
From a distance, it looked like a man with a slightly protruding skin.
Freddy looked at the effect again, then picked up the small bucket of dye he had prepared on the table.
That was what the scary makeup artist prepared most of the time: blood.
A more sophisticated studio would mix it with ochre, vermilion, and dark red, while a less sophisticated studio would mix it with tomato juice.
The small bucket of artificial blood was poured on Qin Guan's stomach. When the blood stopped flowing, Qin Guan could see his real face clearly.
No wonder he had to lie on the cold operating table. His stomach had been cut open. The latex inside was not applied randomly. The clear lines of the gel made it look like his internal organs had been hollowed out.
It turned out that makeup could be done in this way.
The assistant brought a small disposable syringe to Qin Guan. The pillow was made of soft plastic, and there was a suspicious liquid inside. "Show your teeth," he said.
Qin Guan looked at the liquid in the syringe vigilantly. "What's this? Did you put it in my mouth? What's it made of? "
Freddy laughed. "You're quite experienced, boy. Don't worry, it's not eel blood. It's a dye made of syrup and edible essence."
That's right. Some small workshops used eel blood to make artificial blood easier. They didn't even need to mix the color.
Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief. Obediently, the assistant squeezed the liquid between his teeth.
A perfect makeup with a mouth full of blood bubbles was done.
It was sour, sweet, nutritious, and tasted good.
Qin Guan licked his lips. It was delicious. Can I have some more?
Before Qin Guan could ask for syrup, the director behind the plastic curtain asked, "Is the makeup ready for the next scene?"
Freddy yelled, "All right! Someone push him away! "
Brother, can you put him in a bottle?
Before Qin Guan could push him to the West Coast, an assistant pushed him out of the curtain.
There was a simple hospital apparatus in the middle of the old warehouse. Qin Guan was pushed aside with his bed.
He was surrounded by darkness. There was only a large surgical lamp hanging above his head, illuminating him with its highest wattage. It was like a bathtub in a toilet, giving him all the warmth.
The latex, which was originally airtight, became even hotter after being heated by the light at such a close distance.
He had no time to pay attention to the baking latex on his stomach though. His attention was focused on the intestines and other internal organs hanging on a thread above his head. The place where the organs were connected was where he had cut open his stomach.
The role he was playing was an unprecedented tragedy. His stomach had been cut open and his internal organs had been taken out. He had to use all kinds of equipment to sustain his life until he died of despair.
Motherf * cker, the Americans are too sick … I like it …
Sister Xue felt dizzy outside the venue. She almost lost her grip on the wall. My Great Master Qin, you've acted as the leading actor in two films. Who in China would be so disgraceful as to play this role?
Indie films had no human rights in the United States, and the release date of the film was nowhere in sight. Once the film was finished, it would be as good as not having been filmed at all.
Before Sister Xue could complain about herself for a few minutes, the crew took their places. A D-level actress came to the operating table and sat down beside it.
She had to be one of the leading actresses in the seven stories of the film.
The actress, Marsha, had straight, brown hair. She had accidentally discovered this abandoned warehouse during her summer vacation. The inside was like hell on earth, with traces of blood and abuse everywhere.
There was still a living person inside, and Marsha released his life at his request, but he himself fell into a dangerous situation, because someone wanted to replace his predecessor and complete the study of life.
Qin Guan was the one who had been rescued by Marsha, a supporting character with only one line.
"Get ready! Three, two, camera!"
Qin Guan was no longer curious about the setting of a horror film. He started to work on his best performance.
The slender and kind-hearted Marsha mustered up her courage and slowly moved into the abandoned warehouse that was covered in blood. In the middle of the warehouse, there was the largest gathering place of blood, and the only operating table that was lit up was the operating table.
The prop at the side used a pressure pump to pump artificial blood into the crooked intestines of the prop, creating the effect of blood flowing. Fresh blood was still dripping from the gaps that were just right.
"Oh, my God!"
On the cold operating table, Qin Guan's face lit up when he saw the stranger.
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