Bang!

The fist hit the young man's chin hard, and the punch almost failed to break his chin.

He looked at Junlin with some surprise, probably wondering why he didn't help him block the punch.

In fact, instead of taking action, Junlin took a step back.

It means that there is nothing to do with one's own affairs.

So the next moment, the big man's feet were already stepping on the young man's chest, and he grinned and said, "Useless waste, I want to break your head!"

He said as he grabbed the young man's head and began to beat him to the side. The young man resisted desperately, but obviously he could not resist the power of the big man.

This made his eyes turn pale, and he could only look at Junlin, and he yelled: "Help...help...I..."

Junlin replied slowly: "You made three mistakes. First, you shouldn't follow me into the bar. Second, you shouldn't find a guy from the black iron level to act with you. With his power, you can break your neck in a flash. Moreover, his acting skills are not very good, and your eyes always glance at me. Third, your makeup skills are not very good, especially the ground is still a little wet, and the water stains on the ground wash away the powder you touch, revealing your original skin color."

Hearing this, the young man felt helpless.

He patted the big man on the arm: "Thank you, man, you can let go."

The big man was a little dissatisfied: "The word of money that should be given cannot be missed."

"I will give it to you, but you have to let go first." The young man said helplessly.

The big man let go of his hand, and the young man took out a golden soul from his pocket and gave it to him.

The big man put away the money, looked at Junlin, and was about to leave, but suddenly he thought of something, but stopped again and said dissatisfiedly: "You bastard actually said that my acting skills are not good? Maybe I should really teach you a lesson..."

Click!

"Ao!" Ao screamed.

The big man's leg was kicked off by Jun Lin.

"Don't just call people to mess around at any time, okay? You mess around!" Junlin grabbed his head and hit the wall. The man fainted happily.

The young man sighed: "I have no malice."

"I know, you just want to get close to me and understand me, who sent you?" Jun Lin asked.

The young man shook his head: "No one sent me here, I wanted to come and see you."

"Let me see what you are." Jun Lin said.

The young man took off his mask and showed a handsome and handsome face.

Chinese face.

Junlin looked at it, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"My original form is not very famous." said the young man, and he stretched out his hand: "My name is Fang Mu."

"Fang Mu?" Junlin felt that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Psychological sin." The young man replied.

"Oh, I know this." Junlin suddenly realized: "Isn't that Li Yifeng or Deng Chao?"

"TV version." Fang Mu replied helplessly: "The actor is Chen Ruoxuan."

"Sorry, I don't watch domestic TV series very much. Most of them are the scenes of mother-in-law and mother." Jun Lin replied.

Fang Mu nodded: "I can understand that voters generally watch popular films and TV series."

"It's not all. In art, I have always been a bit popular with foreigners. I have watched very few domestic films. In the past few years, I have watched only a handful of domestic dramas, namely Langya Bang, Soldier Assault, Sword Drawing, etc. There is no way. Who said that the main audience of the audience is women?"

Fang Mu was a little surprised: "What does this have to do with the fact that the audience is the female?"

"It's a big deal." Jun Lin grabbed Fang Mu and said, "Let's go, and chat while drinking."

He took Fang Mu back to the bar: "You have to know that the aesthetics of men and women are very different. According to current big data surveys, in TV series, female audiences account for nearly 60% of the main body. It is precisely because of this reason that most film and television production institutions tend to prefer female aesthetics when making film and television programs. Most women like the kind of love..."

Fang Mu sighed: "As soon as you say this, I understand. No wonder I am obviously from a crime drama, but I have so many emotional dramas."

Jun Lin laughed: "That's right, no matter what kind of films in China are produced, as long as they are produced, there must be emotional scenes. Films like soldiers' assaults that don't even have a woman will not enter the eyes of a large production company at all."

What he knew was what Fatty Lin told him.

After all, the old fat man is now half a foot into the film and television industry. He has dealt with those film and television companies a lot and knows their thinking habits. The first consideration is the audience.

And the bigger the production, the more impossible it is to become a niche.

Although Fat Lin repeatedly pointed out that excellent films do not rely on selling love, there is no way. Film and television companies do not rely on feelings to do things, but rely on processes, data, and rational analysis.

This may have caused them to fall into rigidity and routines in their creation, but it is also more stable - big companies are seeking stability.

"But at least here, I can finally get rid of those..." Fang Mu sighed: "My emotional experience in character is very bad, and I am very glad that these are not real now."

In the original plot, Fang Mu died of his first love girlfriend, had amnesia, and had inner demons. A good crime drama is almost tormenting and becoming a mainstream abuse.

Girls may like it, but men really find it difficult to fall in love with this kind of subject.

But since the birth of a fantasy creature, Fang Mu finally got rid of those nightmares that had been there.

Different from other fantasy creatures' ideas, he is extremely lucky to be in the falsehood of his life. In addition, this is another world that welcomes fantasy creatures, which finally gives him the opportunity to bloom his own talents.

But I didn't expect that the voters who came here this time were so strong and were also Chinese voters, which made many people not feel at ease with him and even unwilling to let him contact Junlin.

At this time, Fang Mu's nature began to play a role, and he insisted on finding an opportunity to approach Junlin by himself.

But he didn't expect that he would be exposed by Junlin so soon.

But he didn't care. He said, "Although I didn't expect you to expose me so soon, I know you won't kill me."

"Oh? Is it because you are Chinese?"

"No, it's because you're proud enough. I wasn't sure at first, but now I can." Fang Mu answered with certainty.

At this time, they had returned to Drax. Drax roared at the dancer on the stage. When he saw Jun Lin turning around, he brought a young man back. He looked at it in surprise, and then continued to roar: "Hey, I want the one just now!"

Junlin patted Drax and told him to rest as he was a little restless: "I have never seen psychological sins, but from this name and your tone analysis, you seem to be good at solving cases, but psychological analysis of crimes?"

Fang Mu nodded: "Yes, I am a criminal psychology profiler."

"But I'm not a criminal," Junlin replied.

"Not counting the arena, you killed eight people in the City Lord's Mansion alone."

"That's also a competition, and in this plane, this is not a crime."

"It doesn't matter. No matter whether it's not a crime, I can test and write your mental state based on your behavior." Fang Mu replied.

Junlin was intrigued: "I like to study opponents, but I rarely study myself. So... in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"
Chapter completed!