"Okay, listen." Vincent took a deep breath, looking at Max, who was almost suffocating, twisted his neck in annoyance, and said helplessly, "You originally decided to take me to another place, but the fat boy stood in front of the window and performed his high-altitude diving..." Vincent pursed his lips, as if he was a little angry and a little worried, his eyes flashed slightly, and his cheeks were stiff enough to feel him clenching his teeth, "We are going to start plan b now. Are you still breathing?"

Max was completely speechless, stammering his neck, his muscles were stiff, and he clasped the steering wheel like a robot, and subconsciously shook his head - he didn't breathe in or out.

Vincent raised his eyebrows, a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes, and he twisted his neck again, "We must do our best, adapt, survive the fittest, Darwin, bad things happen all the time, the Book of Changes, no matter what, just follow the situation." He shook his head gently, as if he was giving a grand speech, and tried step by step to calm down Max.

But obviously the effect was not obvious. Max's brows were entangled, and an irresistible panic surged out like waves. "Yijing?" Max only felt that all this was too ridiculous, just like standing at the entrance of a rabbit hole. "What are you talking about?" Max looked at Vincent through the rearview mirror. After the absurdity reached its peak, the anger mixed with the unbelievable light and projected over, "You threw a person out of the window!"

"I didn't do this, he fell down by himself." Vincent widened his eyes, his lips twitched slightly, and he said righteously.

Max still felt incredible. He kept shaking his head, trying to deny the reality, "Then what did he do to you?" Max's voice seemed to be left with only a gas sound. All the sounds squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"What?" Vincent didn't understand what Max said, and his brow frowned slightly.

Max had to adjust his breathing and said clearly word by word, "What did he do to you?" But the slightly trembling throat, the constantly shaking head, the restless legs and the big breathing still revealed the chaos and miscellaneousness in his heart at this moment.

"No, I'm seeing him for the first time tonight." Vincent thought the problem was too ridiculous, and he pulled the corner of his mouth. He shook his head, then lowered his head to look at the information in his hand, as if he wanted to end the boring topic.

But Max raised his voice and lost control, "You first saw him, and then killed him?" He felt that his three views had been destroyed, and he looked at the rearview mirror again, trying to peek out an answer from Vincent's reaction.

Vincent raised his chin and glared slightly. A hint of funny mockery appeared on his smoothed eyebrows, "What? Can I only kill those I know?"

Max's voice was stuck, and his nerve reflex first responded, shook his head, and then squeezed out "No" from his throat, but Vincent was aggressive and then spoke, "Max. There are six billion people on earth. If a fat man dies, you will be in chaos?"

Max shrugged, his brows getting tighter and tighter. "Then... who is he?" His eyes were turbulent and fro between the rearview mirror and the front, but even he himself didn't believe that he could concentrate, as if everything around him was blurred, his body was completely stiff, as if only his head could turn.

"What do you do!" Vincent raised his chin slightly and said impatiently, his eyes firmly locked on Max. "Have you heard of Rwanda?"

"Yes, I know Rwanda!" Max was also a little angry and said it back directly by hitting the wall, but he couldn't adjust his breathing, so that he couldn't help but retching again. His face gradually lost its rosyness.

"There are tens of millions of deaths there every day before sunset. Since Nagasaki and Hiroshima, there have not been so many deaths. Have you ever cared about those deaths?" Vincent's calm tone was mixed with impatience and anger, and he threw him towards Max like a whip.

"What?" Max was completely caught off guard.

"Have you participated in the Oxfam of Amnesty International? Save the whale? Save the forest?" Vincent could see Max's speechless expression. He directly answered on behalf of Vincent, "No!" Then he pulled the corner of his mouth sarcastically, withdrew his gaze, glanced at the information on his knees, and then looked at Max again, "I killed a fat guy, and you are furious?" Finally, he withdrew his gaze sarcastically and looked out the window.

"Man, I don't know any Rwandans!" Max felt that his head was about to explode. He wanted to refute but couldn't find the exit, so he could only say it depressedly.

Vincent closed his eyes, grinding his teeth gently, and looked at Max again, "You don't know the person in the back compartment either."

"Oh my God." Max was completely exhausted, but he sighed unwillingly. He raised his head and looked at the roof of the car, but could not see anything, and he retracted his gaze again with depression.

Vincent paused, saw Max's restlessness, and thought for a while, "Well, if this makes you feel better, that person is a criminal. He has something to do with someone from a criminal group."

Max's brain still did not turn around. His pupils were only confused and his whole body shrank, "Then what are you doing? Eliminate the harm for the people?" After panic, Max began to mock him. Even he himself did not realize that his breathing had gradually stabilized - no longer disordered, but was replaced by continuous anger.

Vincent raised his eyebrows, his eyes fro between Max and the window, "Yes, you can say that."

Max shook his head, wanted to speak, and then shook his head again, but he couldn't help it and looked at the rearview mirror sarcastically, "So, this means I can kill you, right?"

This inexplicable sentence made Vincent stunned. When he realized what it meant, he didn't have time to refute the sirens behind him sounded.

"Car!" Percy's voice sounded again, ending the shooting of the scene.

Tom was about to get out of the car and look back, but Lance turned his head and said, "Tom, you see that your head is shaking too frequently, and your vision is always swimming." Lance knew that Tom tried to express Vincent's inner irritability in this way, but the problem is that Vincent's irritability should not be like this.

This way of expression reflects the inner disconfidence and uncertainty, being confused, at a loss, being at a loss, or even being in control. Therefore, Lance chose this way to show Max's panic. Vincent's panic was not because of "uncertainty", but because Max's panic brought things off the track. He felt that Max had no need to make a fuss. Vincent's emotions should have the upper hand because of impatientness. On the one hand, he had to continue to carry out the task, and on the other hand, he had to serve as Max's nanny. This is not the rhythm that Vincent likes.

Therefore, Tom's performance not only looks at the same frequency as Max, but it will blur Vincent's personality, but will also affect the trend of the aura and confrontation of the entire drama - at this time, Vincent is still the one who has the upper hand.

"Your current performance style is back to your old habits..." Before Lance could finish his words, Tom interrupted directly, "Let's take a look at the replay first, okay?" Tom glared at Lance, then walked out of the car impatiently, muttering, "You haven't even watched the replay, you know?" The mocking tone could hardly be concealed.

Lance's irritable emotions began to surge in his chest. Tom's performance style just now returned to his most familiar comfort field. He can be seen in works such as "Yihai Xiongfeng" and "Mr. Sweetheart" using similar performance methods, following the same routine to convey similar emotions.

For example, he will habitually bite the inner side of his lower lip and express that he is suppressing his emotions in this way; for example, he will constantly shift his sight, shake his head, and convey the anxiety and fluctuations of his emotions; for example, he will deliberately speed up his lines and fully display the release of emotions; for example, he will shrink his pupils to express his surging thoughts...

This is a Tom Cruise-style performance. Almost every expression has been meticulously crafted for years and years to ensure that he will not destroy his handsome appearance while performing, and can inject the correct emotions into the character. Even in the two works of "Magnolia" and "Night Visit to Vampire", they have never gotten rid of similar shadows.

Objectively speaking, there is no big problem with such a performance, and it can accurately convey emotions. Moreover, Tom puts all his strength into it, which can be considered a good performance. But what Lance needs is not "good" but "exciting". Such a performance may be enough in Michael Mann's version of "killing with a knife", but in Lance's version of "killing with a knife", after the performance details are infinitely magnified, it will appear rough and perfunctory, and the audience's emotional disconnection will become very serious.

The least thing Lance needs is that Tom returns to his previous performance style again. Because this method is too idol-like, and the details are seriously insufficient, emotional mining is also talked about in general, and everything profound is blurred. Maybe Tom can win the Golden Globe Award with such a performance, but it is definitely not an Oscar. This is also the fundamental reason why Lance tried every means to convince Tom to give up the right to confirm before the filming of the movie started.

He needed Tom to get out of this comfort field he was most familiar with, but the problem was that this comfort field had made Tom successful for twenty years, which had become a habit.

Looking at Tom's back as he walked towards the monitor, stiff and impatient, Lance clenched his fists. He knew that a hard battle was coming. Although it was much earlier than expected,... it was indeed coming. Straighten his back, Lance opened the car door and walked over.

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