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Liu Yinxiu wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth, stood up and raised his head. In his dizzy vision, he saw the young man raised his head proudly from beginning to end, with mocking eyes and a sneer, as if he was not a sacrifice tied up and eaten by insects, but a arrogant rebel who cut off the king's head.

So proud, so beautiful, so brave, so dazzling, and so... desperate.

This miserable and weird picture had a severe impact on Liu Yinxiu. He even forgot the doubt that just passed through his mind. His brain was blank, and his stomach was churning again, but he couldn't vomit.

"This is fake!" Liu Yinxiu yelled out of control, and he stepped back repeatedly, as if he had seen the most terrifying disaster in the world, "This can't be true! It's too absurd and unreasonable! Who synthesized this prank video? It's too much!"

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Shi Jing is just a movie director. He is a weak scholar who can't even tie a chicken. How could he kill the Zerg queen?

And the Zerg has no reason to catch him!

Shi Jing just made a movie. He is not a warrior. He has never killed any Zerg! Even if the Zerg wants revenge, they shouldn't look for him!

"Who do you think you are? You, such a lowly and disgusting human, dare to let the queen condescend to see you!"

The whip broke through the air with a loud sound, and the young man groaned. The buzzing sound suddenly became lively and bright. Liu Yinxiu didn't look at the screen, but the tiny chewing sound that made his scalp numb was still lingering in his ears.

He even had an illusion that the bugs had broken through the screen and drilled into his brain, now gnawing at his brain.

He slapped his body nervously, shaking his body desperately like a man with epilepsy, and muttered to himself like a madman: "Impossible, impossible... There is no reason..."

His fierce rebuttal suddenly stopped.

Liu Yinxiu leaned his back against the cold wall, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his face suddenly became gray, as gray as a dead person.

Is there really no reason?

As a fan of Shi Jing, he knew Shi Jing's clear anti-Zerg stance best.

"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is ostensibly about Soviet history, but in fact it is a metaphor for the peaceful evolution of the current Zerg to humans.

This movie has promoted the anti-Zerg wave worldwide. If the assassination of the president is the direct fuse of the war, then "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is the indirect fuse.

In recent years, Shi Jing has made many movies that promote traditional culture with the lost history of ancient Earth as the theme. These movies describe the suffering and glory of mankind, convey the concept of freedom and equality, and make countless people feel proud of being human.

Human civilization has been plagued by disasters until now, but our ancestors did not give up their perseverance and surrender to the powerful enemy in such a harsh and cruel ancient times, so that human civilization can be passed down from generation to generation.

Liu Yinxiu prefers to call Shi Jing's movies epic.

During the six-year war, these epic movies greatly boosted the morale of both the military and civilians and strengthened their determination to fight to the end.

At this moment of life and death, for the continuation of human civilization, they have no choice but to charge.

If this war is won, then human civilization can continue to develop. If it fails, it will be the real destruction of the country and the extinction of the race.

These truths were not told to the audience by Shi Jing himself, but were realized by the audience from his movies.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the minds of fans, Shi Jing has become their spiritual leader.

So... the desperate Zerg wanted to capture Le Jing and severely damage human morale through Shi Jing's death?

"Cough, cough, haha ​​... The executioner's voice was a little more exasperated: "Speak! What are you laughing at!!!"

After more than ten seconds, the laughter stopped, and the young man's pale cheeks had a rare bit of redness. He tilted his head, his eyes went straight through the camera, his eyes were as stern as a spear piercing through the heart. Liu Yinxiu didn't dare to look directly at him, and moved away in panic, feeling a burst of fear and heart pounding.

"You are looking here, right?" He looked at the screen with certainty, and said to an unknown existence: "If you want to know the answer, come to me yourself, and I will tell you everything." He glanced at the insects crawling and biting on his body with contempt, and coldly stabbed the executioner who was showing off his power, and then he looked up at the camera arrogantly: "Don't play these little tricks, it's boring."

Liu Yinxiu was confused. Who was Shi Jing talking to?

After a few breaths, a soft and hoarse female voice suddenly sounded: "Are you talking to me?"

The executioner knelt down in a show of force and with a plop, he bent down and lowered his head like a docile lamb, "See Her Majesty the Queen!"

The young man smiled and stood upright amidst the bites of the insects, "You're here."

…

Cao Desheng stared at the computer screen with splitting eyes. He felt as if his heart was on a roller coaster. He clutched his chest. It would not be surprising if he had a heart attack at the next moment.

What's going on? !

What is going on? !

He dialed that person's phone with trembling hands. As soon as the phone was picked up, he asked sharply: "What's going on with that video? Shouldn't you protect Shi Jing? Why did he fall into the hands of the Zerg! He is still Alive?"

The other party let out a long sigh, the sound was heavy and long, and the ending contained many complex meanings.

Cao Desheng felt a chill in his heart, his lips trembled a few times, and his voice squeezed out of his throat bit by bit: "Speak! Shi Jing, is still alive...right?" At the end of the sentence, his voice was almost pleading.

"...I'm sorry."

These words completely took away all the energy from Cao Desheng. He staggered and sat slumped on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He clasped his heart and shouted, "You promised me that I would protect him." ! You promised!”

"This is his idea." The other party said dryly: "We tried to stop him, but..."

"Have you really tried to stop him!" Cao Desheng choked: "If you really wanted to stop him, he would never have been in this situation!!" He spoke faster and faster, with an excited blush on his face: "I'm afraid you not only failed to stop him, but also pushed him, forcing him to embark on this path of no return!"

"He is just an artist! But you let him be a dead soldier?! Are you crazy?! Are you so short of men that you force ordinary people to go to the battlefield? Where is the army? Where is our army? Don't you know? How talented is Shi Jing? Don’t you know how great this kid will be in the future? How dare you! "

He roared and whined, his nails digging into his flesh. He wished he could dig out his entire heart and place it in front of the man, so that he could see with his own eyes the painful whine his heart was making.

"You are committing a crime! You are committing a crime against all mankind! You killed an amazingly talented artist! You personally destroyed a star of mankind!"

His fierce accusations were met with silence.

After a while, Cao Desheng finally recovered a little calmness from the huge blow. He asked weakly with a hoarse voice: "What is going on? I want to know all the details. Otherwise, even if I don't want my life, I will still have to do it." I will send you to a military court, I promise!”

The other party sighed again: "You don't have to be so hostile to us, we are also doing this for this country."

Cao Desheng sneered.

"...Since you want to know, I'll just say it. After I finish speaking, if you still want to send me to a military court, I will never resist."

…

"You're here."

The young man's limbs were tightly handcuffed to the wall, and colorful bugs were swimming in the red flesh. The blood that could not be swallowed flowed down his body and gathered into a winding stream under him.

But in such a tragic situation, he was still smiling, neither arrogant nor humble, smiling politely.

Zhang Yanfang covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders shaking, and broken, incomplete sentences coming out of her throat.

The farewell she said that day before was still fresh in her mind, and she never expected that when she saw Shi Jing again, it would be in this situation.

He is only in his early thirties and is in the golden age of a man! His career has just begun! He hasn't turned into a gray-haired grandfather yet, and he still won a lifetime achievement award!

With trembling hands, she called the police again: "Go and save Shi Jing! He is being eaten by a lot of bugs! He is going to die!!"

On the phone, the police gave the same response: "We have recorded your report and are currently investigating. We will notify you as soon as there is any progress."

"What investigation! Can't you see that he is going to die!!"

"...Ma'am, we can't save a dead man."

"No, he's not dead, he's still talking, he's still moving! He..."

"...Ma'am, that's just a video."

Zhang Yanfang hung up the phone, stared blankly at the optical brain screen, and cried loudly.

On the screen, the queen, who was not shown, said: "I have met your expectations, you can tell me everything."

"No." The young man shook his head and looked at the camera in embarrassment, as if looking at a wayward child. "When I talk about meeting, I mean face to face, not through a screen. Don't you want to come and see me in person?"

"No, why should I come to see a dying person?"

"But I want to." The young man said sincerely: "I am about to die, and I want to see the murderer with my own eyes. Can you fulfill my last wish?"

"Of course..." the queen protracted her voice harshly, and then said simply: "No." She let out a burst of sweet laughter, "Do you think I can't get the answer if you don't tell me?"

"Of course you can." The young man said cheerfully: "You can directly check my hippocampus and get the answer from my memory."

"Yes, I can do that. So tell me, why did I come to see you?"

"Of course it's because..." The young man imitated the queen and dragged out his voice, with a hint of subtle malice on his smile: "You can't get the answer from my hippocampus."

"Why do I know the true history? Shi Jing's hippocampus won't tell you the answer."

"Hehe, how can you know if you don't try?" The queen said nonchalantly to the executioner kneeling on the ground: "Go check his hippocampus and tell me the answer."

In her tearful eyes, Zhang Yanfang saw the executioner walk in front of Shi Jing, and the tentacles on his forehead suddenly stretched out and stretched towards Shi Jing's head.

She exclaimed: "What!! No?!"

In her horrified eyes, she heard two sharp and piercing electric drill sounds, and in the young man's sudden roar, the two tentacles drilled into his brain bit by bit.

The young man's already pale face now showed the blue-gray of a dead person.

Zhang Yanfang felt dizzy. As a bystander, she felt the pain, how much more pain should Shi Jing feel? How did he... endure it?

Zhang Yanfang didn't dare to watch it anymore, but she had to.

This was the last record of the child before his death, and the last thing he left to the world.

She couldn't save the child, but at least, she could watch him leave.

...

Mo Mingrui's face was pale, watching the executioner flipping through Shi Jing's brain. The young man fainted briefly and woke up quickly. This repeated, sweat mixed with blood, condensing into a pool of blood under him.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could rush into the screen, strangle the executioner to death, and rescue Shi Jing.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the executioner pulled out his tentacles. His face, which was stiff as if his facial nerves had died, showed a rare moment of panic. He knelt down in fear and said in a shrill voice: "I am incompetent. I did not find anything in his memory that could tell him the true history!"

"Humph! Then tell me, how did he know the true history?"

The executioner carefully glanced in the direction of the monitor, sweating profusely, and hesitantly said: "It seems that he... knew the true history after waking up from his failed suicide attempt..."

The young man woke up from his coma again. He tried to raise his head. The sweat and physiological tears almost blocked all his vision. He Intuitively, he smiled weakly towards the camera and panted, "That's why I said that you can't find what you want in my hippocampus."

"If you want to know the answer, come to me soon." The young man's voice was weak, but the smile on his lips was getting bigger and bigger: "According to my current bleeding, I will die in about ten minutes."

"If I die, you will never know who betrayed you again."

After a few long breaths of silence, the queen's exasperated voice sounded above the prison: "Just wait!"

Liu Yinxiu was crying, but he still stared at the screen stubbornly. Like the queen, he also wanted to know an answer.

Is the real history mentioned again and again the real history he thought of?

Is Shi Jing not shooting a fictional work, but the real history that has been lost for thousands of years?

The queen suspected that there was a traitor in the Zerg who told Shi Jing the real history.

That's why the queen regarded Shi Jing as a thorn in her side, so Shi Jing was tortured.

In this way, everything can be explained.

He suddenly remembered the short news he saw before clicking into the video - the news said that it was Shi Jing who killed the queen.

But Shi Jing is about to die now. How is he going to kill the queen?

Liu Yinxiu felt as if he had split into two people, one of whom was crying and wailing in grief, while the other was still calmly analyzing everything.

Shi Jing's head was getting lower and lower, and his expression was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, a huge figure squeezed into the door.

A human body with a spider tail, half a beauty and half a fierce beast, such a beast can stop children from crying at night.

"Now I'm here," the beast leaned forward slightly, looking down at the human who only reached her lower abdomen, and her voice was soft and loud, as if a god was asking the world from the clouds, "Can you tell me?"

The young man raised his head with effort, his pupils dilated, and his eyes had lost focus, but in this situation, he was still smiling, firm, fearless, and disdainful.

"Come closer, I'll tell you..."

The queen raised her eyebrows and lowered her body arrogantly. Her charming face was no more than half a meter away from the young man's head. She spoke condescendingly: "Go ahead."

The curve of the young man's mouth widened a little bit, and he said word by word: "Welcome to hell."

"Bang!"

After a loud bang that shook the earth, the video ended.

Liu Yinxiu stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Outside the window, snow was flying, and the world was pure, bloodless white.

What a white world.

But just now, he witnessed hell with his own eyes.

The real hell is not a sea of ​​blood and corpses, nor is it the wailing of evil ghosts, but the saints being swallowed by filth and the stars of hope being swallowed by demons.

In a trance, he seemed to hear countless shrill cries.

This is not an illusion.

Nothing in the world can resist the sorrow of spring, so let's cry to the sky together.

Four hundred million people shed tears together, and what they were crying for was not China, but a hero who died heroically.

He used his body as a bomb in exchange for peace after the armistice.

From birth to death, he maintained the dignity and pride of a human being. ** was imprisoned and cruelly tortured, but he had a free and fearless soul!

Just like what the confession poem said:

"Let the heavy iron shackles ring under my feet,

Let you raise the whip high,

I don't need any confession,

Even if my chest is facing a bloody bayonet!

People cannot lower their noble heads,

Only cowards beg for "freedom";

What can torture do?

Death can't make me speak!

I laughed loudly at death,

The devil's palace shook in the laughter;

This is me - the confession of a ** member..."