"Minister, it's been confirmed. L's stand-in, who appeared in the live broadcast, is dead."
"Cause of death?"
"The same as the previous cases: cardiac paralysis."
"Just as expected of L. He found the clue so quickly and pinpointed Kira's location."
"...Using criminals' lives as sacrifices for the investigation—how was L any different from Kira?"
"Cut."
At Luo Chuan's voice, everyone in the office hall turned to him with questioning looks.
"That's enough. We'll stop here for today." Luo Chuan nodded.
"Phew, it's finally over." Xia Tianyu slumped into a nearby chair without the slightest concern for his image.
Five times. They had filmed this take a full five times.
When they arrived, the afternoon sun had still been bright and brilliant. Now, the sky was already awash with sunset clouds.
For a shot that lasted barely a minute, heaven knew why Luo Chuan had made them repeat it so many times.
When faced with questions, Luo Chuan had only one answer—"It didn't feel right."
Xia Tianyu felt like he was about to go mad.
What exactly did "it didn't feel right" mean? Couldn't the boss just say it plainly?
Fortunately, compared to the more than twenty takes at the beginning, five was still within an acceptable range.
Meng Changkong was somewhat dazed as well. "Is this how you usually make movies?"
Five times! They had repeated such a tiny bit of plot for so long that even he felt uncomfortable watching from the sidelines!
"This is already pretty good. Uncle Meng, you have no idea—on the first day we came here, the boss repeated one scene more than twenty times!" Bu Lige said in a low voice.
Meng Changkong fell silent, then finally gave a dry laugh. "Looks like the part I took part in was rather fortunate."
His heart