Chapter 135: Chainsaw Horror

  Yes, the story outline that Yi Feiyang is writing now is actually the "Saw" series that shocked and terrified the world in his previous life.

  This horror film, directed by Chinese-American director James Wan, set a record for its short shooting time, low cost and high box office, and is regarded as one of the most classic horror films.

  Saw premiered at the Sundance Film Festival on January 1, 2004 and was released theatrically on October 29, 2004. It brought in $55.18 million in the United States and Canada. Due to its success, six sequels were made in the following years, with each becoming a classic in their own right, and James Wan became known as the "Father of Saw".

  However, the series of films contained too much violence and bloody elements, and after its release, there were multiple incidents where viewers fainted in the cinema, with a horror level that was no less than the hybrid version of "The Blair Witch Project" directed by Yi Feiyang.

  Just now, Hei Ren Gou talked about Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Yi Feiyang suddenly thought of this very famous Saw series.

  At this moment, his pen tip moved quickly and wrote out the outline of the first part of "Saw" on a white paper.

  Adam was thrown into a bathtub filled with water, he woke up and immediately struggled out to find himself in a dilapidated basement room, one foot shackled to a rusty iron pipe. Across from him was another person, also a bewildered abductee - Dr. Lawrence Gordon. In the center of the room lay a corpse in a pool of blood, holding a .38 handgun.

  No one knew why they were tied up or how they ended up in this eerie place. No one knew what to do. But the killer had already left instructions for them. The corpse's right hand was clutching a small tape recorder. Inside, it recorded the kidnapper's orders: Gordon must kill Adam within 6 hours, if he fails, not only will both of them die, but Gordon's family will also be brutally murdered...

  ……

  Time has passed for a long time.

  When Yifei Yang finished writing a story outline of over 1,000 words, nearly an hour had passed.

  The restaurant was about to close, and Yi Feiyang put away his notebook, carefully putting it in his pocket before leaving the Western-style restaurant.

  "Finally settled!" These days, he was urged to death by Rabbit Bill. Yi Feiyang thought that tomorrow, he would hand over the story outline to him and see his surprised look, which made him laugh.

  Yi Feiyang's mood was refreshed and clear, he took out his cigarette case wanting to smoke one, but found that the cigarettes in the box had already been smoked.

  Just nearby, a bright signboard caught his eye, which was actually a convenience store. Yi Feiyang immediately walked in and picked up a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from the shelf.

  The convenience store owner was an old white man who pretended to watch the talk show on the wall-mounted TV while keeping a vigilant eye on Yi Feiyang.

  You should know that the security here at night is very poor. There are often robberies, especially in areas with many Africans and Asians. The white old man has been running a shop in this place for so long, and he has been robbed by these people at least 7 or 8 times. Every time he reports to the police, it's all in vain. You should know that the police in this neighborhood are lazier than pigs, relying on them is not as good as relying on oneself.

  Yi Feiyang still didn't know that his skin color had been regarded as a "dangerous element" by his boss, and he was still searching for canned beer and some snacks on the shelves.

  Just then, the wind chime rang out, and the convenience store's door was pushed open. Another person entered, a thin and weak-looking young Asian man.

  Young people wearing baseball shirts and baseball caps, their expressions seem somewhat tense.

  He stood in front of the shelf opposite Yifei Yang, picking up goods, occasionally glancing at the monitor above the convenience store and then looking at the white owner.

  The white store owner had already noticed him.

  Damn it, how come there are two Asian guys at once?

  Something's wrong with 8 and 9!

  The white shop owner, who thought he was experienced and cunning, had secretly opened the drawer, where there was a black handgun that he had recently purchased.

  In the United States, as long as you can obtain a gun license, you can legally carry a gun. Especially for those who open stores and do business, most of them have applied for a gun permit.

  The thin and weak young man sniffled, seemingly having made up his mind, hastily grabbed some things and wanted to go to the counter to pay.

  Suddenly, "Buddy, I think some of the things you bought seem unnecessary."

  "What did you say?" The young man was startled.

  "I'm talking about what's in your hand..." Yi Fei pointed at the young man's hand, which was holding a sanitary napkin for women, "These seem to be used by women, aren't they?"

  The young man only then realized he was too tense and had picked up the wrong thing. He hastily put the sanitary napkin back on the shelf, and the young man clumsily reselected the goods.

  At this time, Yi Feiyang had already walked to the counter, smiled at the tense and thief-like old white man, and then reached into his pocket.

  "What are you doing?" The old white man was immediately on guard.

  "Pay up, get out your wallet."

  The old white man stared at Yifei Yang's hand.

  Yi Feiyang's hand slowly came out of his bosom, and indeed he was holding a wallet.

  "Haha, look at how tense you are, it seems like the security around here isn't very good." Yì Fēi Yáng said with a smile.

  The old white man snorted, "That's because there are too many damn people!" After finishing speaking, he took another glance at the thin young man who was still selecting goods beside the shelf. "Hey, buddy, have you finished picking? We're about to close up shop!" The old white man yelled.

  "Alright... it's alright!" The young man came over with a flustered expression. He was holding some miscellaneous items in his hand.

  ……

  A jumble of things were placed on the counter, the young man's hand was shaking slightly as he was about to reach into his pocket. But before he could do so, Yì Fēi Yáng grabbed his hand and said: "Alright, you don't have to pay, I'm treating tonight!" Then he turned around with a smile and said to the white-haired shop owner: "How much is it all together? Include his stuff in the bill too!" Yì Fēi Yáng pointed at the things the young man had picked out.

  The old white man looked at Yifei Yang with suspicion, then looked at the young man, but still silently took the payment and settled the bill.

  "Alright, the money has been paid, let's go!" Yì Fēi Yáng patted the young man on the shoulder.

  The young man wiped away cold sweat from his forehead and walked out of the convenience store like a wooden puppet.

  Behind him. The white boss let out a breath of air and loosened his grip on the gun handle inside the drawer.

  ……

  Outside a convenience store.

  "Why did you help me pay?" the young man asked Yi Feiyang.

  Yi Feiyang shrugged: "Do you really want to know the answer?" Then, with a flick of his hand, he pulled out a knife from the young man's body.

  The young man was shocked and didn't expect his movements to be so fast that he couldn't even react in time.

  "If you had money to buy things, you wouldn't be bringing this stuff into a convenience store!"

  The young man smiled bitterly, "It seems I'm really useless, can't even do this kind of thing right!"

  "Haha, this kind of thing isn't something ordinary people can do... Want to learn from the movie plots? The ones they act out are all nonsense!" Yi Feiyang returned the folding knife to the young man, "Put it away, sometimes you take a wrong step and can't turn back."

  "But I really need the money..." the young man said with a worried tone.

  "There are many ways to make money, no need to take risks."

  "But I..."

  Before the young man could finish speaking, Yifei Yang took out his wallet and pulled out two hundred US dollars. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out another one hundred dollars to make it three hundred, handed it to the young man and said: "Take this money first, I know that people wouldn't take such a step if they didn't have any difficulties."

  "Why? Why are you helping me?" The young man looked at Yì Fēi Yáng in disbelief, wondering if he had met some kind of noble person.

  "The reason is simple, just because you have black hair and black eyes, I also have black hair and black eyes! Is this reason enough?" Yi Feiyang's playful tone made the young man feel very close to him, and he was deeply moved in his heart.

  Just as the young man was about to thank Yifeng, a voice suddenly said: "Hey, buddies! What are these two yellow-skinned pigs doing in the middle of the night? Are they gay or something? Haha, I bet one of them has already got a hard-on!"

  Three black men who didn't look like good people at all came over, among them the tall and big black man leading them, greedily staring at those three hundred US dollars.

  I should have known that the security situation in different districts of the United States is not the same, especially in some bustling districts. It's even more unpeaceful at midnight, and ordinary people generally won't come out for a stroll so late. But Yifei Yang still didn't expect it, and trouble came anyway.

  Three black men did not think they would encounter such a fat sheep, especially since the other party was still an Asian person like a bean sprout, this kind of person is the easiest to bully.

  The black man at the head of the group licked his thick lips evilly and said, "Hey buddies, did you hear what I just said? Want to make a bet that we can pull out your second child and take a look?"

  "Hahaha!" The other two blacks burst out laughing, as if they had really caught two queers in the act.

  Facing the verbal insults from these black men, Yi Feiyang still had a smiling expression, then said: "I don't care where you come from or where you're going; now, my friend and I are chatting, so it's best for you to leave!"

  "Ha, are you talking to us? You son of a bitch, it looks like you still don't understand the situation... If you know what's good for you, leave the money behind, yes, all of it, including that watch on your wrist. I really like the style of your watch... Then get out of here quietly, or else, hmm..."

  "Or what?"

  "But no way I..." Before the black man could finish, "kick your egg", Yi Feiyang grabbed his head and kneed him in the face.

  Fast enough, fierce enough, ruthless enough!

  Pfft!

  The black man's entire face was blooming, and his head was dizzy with pain, he stumbled backward a few steps, and fell to the ground on his buttocks.

  The frail young man and those two black men were stunned.

  "Oh, damn it! Beat him up! Beat him quickly!" The other two blacks shouted. One of the black youths viciously pulled out a dagger from his pants pocket and tossed it back and forth in both hands, revealing an extremely terrifying and ferocious expression.

  The dagger was exchanged in his hands, shining with a strange light under the dim yellow lamp.

  Looking at that familiar glow, Yi Feiyang couldn't help but smile, playing with knives? Interesting.

  That black youth only felt that Yi Fei Yang's expression didn't have the slightest hint of fear, he wasn't afraid of his opponent's sharp gaze, nor that ghostly right hand...

  With a "whoosh" sound, everything in front of him became a blur. When the young black man came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the dagger in his hand had somehow ended up in the other person's hand!

  "A knife isn't played with like that!" Yi Feiyang said coldly. Before the black man could even open his mouth, he saw the dagger spinning and flying in Yi Feiyang's hand, spinning so fast that it made the young black man dizzy. By the time he finally managed to calm down, he realized that his lovely new perm had fallen to the ground!

  "My hair! Oh, my poor hair!" The black youth wailed. Without this cool hair, how can I pick up chicks?!

  "Hmm, what's still missing!" Yì Fēi Yáng thought for a moment, swoosh!!

  The two remaining eyebrows of the black youth also fell off with a rustling sound!

  "Ah!" The black youth fell to the ground like a woman, screaming loudly.

  This time it wasn't because of his own pitiful eyebrows, but because of Yi Fei Yang's incredibly mysterious knife skills!

  To know, as long as there is a slight mistake, what may be cut off is not the eyebrows, but his high nose!

  Watching his buddy lying on the ground screaming like a woman, the black giant who had just stood up and another little black brother looked at each other in dismay. Shit, are we filming?

  Before they could understand the situation, Yi Fei raised his foot and kicked them down to the ground with a few loud slaps!

  Oh my god!

  The three guys didn't dare to show off anymore, they supported each other and fled in a hurry.

  Just as Yi Fei Yang easily defeated the three thugs with just a few moves, the young Chinese-American couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and respect for him, never expecting to meet someone so formidable.

  "Was... was that Chinese kung fu just now?" The young man asked, plucking up his courage.

  "Whatever," Yì Fēi Yáng said.

  "You're really amazing!" The young man gave a thumbs up and said.

  Yi Feiyang shook his head, "It's not that I'm awesome, it's Chinese Kung Fu that's awesome. Every Chinese person should learn a bit of self-defense, shouldn't they?"

  The young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am ethnic Chinese, but I'm not Chinese."

  Yi Feiyang: "But the blood flowing through your veins is that of a Chinese person."

  The young man shut up, and Yi Feiyang glanced at him, "I'm leaving, you don't have to pay back that money either."

  "...how can that be..." Before the young man could finish speaking, Yì Fēi Yáng had already left.

  The young man knew that his previous sentence might have made Yi Feiyang lose his good impression of him, but now even if he chased after him to apologize, it would be useless. He stopped for a moment where he was, and when he was about to leave, he saw what seemed to be a notebook on the ground.

  The young man was a bit curious, bent down and picked up the book. He took a look inside and found it was full of boring furniture names. Just as he was about to close the book, he suddenly saw something interesting - an outline for a story. He looked at it carefully and thought it was very interesting, it was his favorite horror story, and the name of this story was "Saw Horror".

  "My god, it's really interesting, I didn't expect that James-Win would also have good luck, huh, if I write this story into a script, then..." James-Win, who had always been dreaming of being a director, suddenly had a very bold idea.

  But the thought flashed by, "This book should be that Chinese man's, should I return it to him? Or not, looking at his appearance he doesn't seem to lack money, hmm, might as well let me take a chance..." James-Wen grasped the book tightly.

  "This is an opportunity given by God, why shouldn't I take it?" he muttered to himself.