funbook-pk Chapter 132 The Ripper's Bloodline (Part 1)
Chapter 132 The Ripper's Bloodline (Part 1)
[Dear Boss:]
Today marks the 100th day of filming. Although you received my greeting email this morning, that didn't stop me from paying an extra $100 for express delivery of this letter.
Because I want you to receive it in person! (Bold text)
Since you have already replied to "part" of my email, I will now get straight to the point.
—As the biggest investor in this movie, Haruya Kurome, couldn't you stop Corian, that frustrating (crossed out) infuriating madman?!
Ever since that conversation, this guy has completely let himself go when it comes to creating scenes. The FBI agents have come to confirm several times that we're not engaging in any illegal murders or cult activities! If this continues, sooner or later the crew will be filled with a bunch of idiots suffering from permanent psychological trauma, including me!
Can you imagine? To achieve realistic terror for the actors, he actually bought all sorts of snake molts, and even a truckload of artifacts from a murder scene! They really, really, really stinked!
If, Boss, you are determined to support Mr. Corinne's pursuit of his dreams, especially since he's been complaining about not being able to see Mr. Abraxas lately, we would love for you to grace the stage as a script consultant, or we could even fly to London to meet you in person.
sincerely yours
Sharon Vineyard
P.S.: I've included a snake slough in the envelope; I hope you like it! ^^
Unfolding the violet-colored, scented envelope, a small, still very fresh snake molt fell onto my lap as the car bumped along.
"This child is really..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Kuromon Haruya calmly folded the letter back to its original state, stuffed it back into the inside pocket of his trench coat, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and reverently clasped his hands together.
"I'm sorry, Sharon, Corinne is so troublesome. I'll remember your kindness in getting Dad out of trouble!"
Mentioning Coryne brought a pang of stomach ache and a rare sense of regret to Haruya Kuromon. He could see the director's artistic talent, but who would have thought he was this artistic!
Initially, he would just hide in his room alone during breaks from filming to study horror novels. One night, after Kuromon Haruya subdued a serial killer he had encountered in front of him, he suddenly shouted something like, "I have personally understood the true meaning of horror!" and ran away.
In a sense, Haruya Kuromon was quite happy to witness the birth of a groundbreaking director—at least before this groundbreaking director kept bothering him for material.
Who would believe it if the boss of a prestigious black organization were dragged into a crime scene by a director and forced to give testimony about "destroying the crime scene"?
No one knows how this husky director manages to do it, but every time he goes out, he seems to run into an incident. Kuromon Haruya even suspects that this guy has an incident-prone constitution.
"But what's most infuriating is that this guy actually used the research funds I allocated to bail himself out? Is that something a normal person would do?!"
How about we deal with him first and then invest in another movie... Just kidding.
A thick fog had already shrouded the streets outside the car window. Kuromon Haruya raised his right hand and snapped his fingers at the driver in the front seat:
"Tell Sharon that I'll be heading back to Hollywood after tonight's party, and I look forward to being woken up by a wonderful surprise tomorrow morning. Have the housekeeper prepare a caramel pudding and warm milk for her before bed; she's had a tough time with the filming schedule lately, especially since Sharon is a newcomer."
"Also, send Corian Wolfe a warning letter, telling him that 'if this film becomes popular in certain inner circles, Lucius Malfoy will invite him to London for a meeting.'"
"Yes, Boss."
The subordinate sitting in the passenger seat immediately opened the car door and jumped into the rushing traffic. Just ten seconds later, another internal member in a black suit darted out from the street corner and took over the passenger seat.
Don't be surprised; this is a human-centered communication method specifically designed by the organization to prevent channel surveillance. Sharon's letter was delivered in the same way.
The knuckles tapped against the glass in a 4/3 rhythm, while the dark door of the car rested lightly on the inside of the door.
As the Cold War escalated, a number of businesspeople unable to establish themselves in the United States opted to settle in England, their "father country," which was gradually declining but still possessed considerable power. This significantly increased the pressure on the branch. He had been negotiating for this for two whole months; even though his body couldn't sleep, he was mentally exhausted.
After an unknown amount of time, Kuromon Haruya felt the car gradually slow down until it came to a stop.
"Boss, we've arrived at the Sindora Luxury Hotel."
Opening my eyes and looking out the car window, the condensation on the glass blurred the view; in the dark night, I could only vaguely make out a building radiating a golden-red glow.
Rolling the car window down a bit, the laughter, greetings, and the clamor of the doorman welcoming guests rushed in with a "whoosh," mixed with a unique London earthy smell and dampness, instantly making the dark night a little more awake.
It turns out that it had started raining in London again sometime during the day.
Elegantly dressed gentlemen, arm in arm with their female companions, would often tiptoe and take two steps back for every step forward to protect their expensive attire, swaying their "fashionable" figures as they entered through the glittering gates.
Kuromon Haruya put on a mask, topped a hat, pushed away the umbrella offered by his subordinate, and plunged alone into the misty rain.
Adorned with glistening raindrops, the moment Heimen Yaoye pushed open the door, he thought he was in another nightmare—a scarlet curtain and veil hung from the ceiling of the main hall, occasionally stirred by the evening breeze, like a red mist.
'So, my purpose in coming here is to blaspheme against gods and demons...?'
"We've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Malfoy!"
A bearded, square-faced, sharp-eyed British businessman walked from the entrance hall not far away. He smiled, took off his gloves, and rushed forward to greet him, but received no response from the strange man in front of him.
Did I recognize the wrong person?
The hotel's owner, Martin Sindora, called out again, puzzled, to confirm his identity: "Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, this magnificent and beautiful decoration has momentarily captivated me."
Kuromon Haruya removed his gloves and top hat, shook hands, and replied, "It's been a long time, Mr. Sindora! I remember when I visited you before I left, this was a newly purchased abandoned casino. I never imagined that under your ingenuity, it would become a place even more luxurious than Hollywood!"
"Hahaha, you've gone too far!"
As she said this, Sindora's smile practically reached the ceiling: "How can this compare to Los Angeles, where gold is everywhere? That's the center of the world!"
Just as the two were about to exchange a few more pleasantries, a melodious and alluring female voice flowed out like silk, entwining around their fingers and inviting the two clueless guests to quickly embrace her.
Love is a wild bird, no one can tame it.
Listening to the beautiful singing voice, Sindora turned to Heimen Yaoye and gave him a smug smile: "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Carmen's first act, love is a free bird."
Following the path specially cleared by Sindora, Heimen Yaoye lifted the layers of veils and finally saw the red rose blooming in the center of the stage—silver threads cascaded down her white legs like a waterfall under the lights. This songstress had emerald-green eyes like beryl and a slender, tall figure, but her appearance was surprisingly that of an Asian woman!
As the song played, Haruya Kuromon heard Sindora introduce, "This is the jewelry I wish to recommend through your company, Julia Schön."