Ruyizhai

The ghostly singing voice fluttered like this, surrounding Wu Xingchen in all directions. He vaguely heard someone muttering between singing: "The Dolby sound system, combined with the circulating air supply device, brings the audience an immersive experience. experience..."

The ghostly singing continued.

"Wake up, 465, wake up!" 677's impatient voice rushed in recklessly, Wu Xingchen felt someone grab his arm and shake it violently, he opened his eyes, and saw 677's panicked face at a glance , his eyes were wide open, bloodshot in his eyes, the wings of his nose seemed to move rapidly, his lips fluttered up and down, and he kept uttering excited sentences one after another.

"Someone is dead!"

"look!"

"It's right next to you!"

"Didn't you hear anything last night? Didn't you see anything??"

Wu Xingchen wasn't fully awake yet, he felt exclamation marks and question marks flying around in front of him, he tried to sit up, but 677 was still grabbing him, shaking his arms even more, Wu Xingchen couldn't stabilize his sight, 677 suddenly Far and near, he seems to be kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of his bed, a virtual camera is set up five meters behind him, before Wu Xingchen can clearly see the model of the camera and tripod, 677 grabs him Pulled to a camp bed.Wu Xingchen saw the face of a man with his eyes closed and a red eye painted on his forehead.

The eyeballs in those red eyes were like flames.

Wu Xingchen leaned back and fell to the ground. 677 approached him, and continued to speak quickly: "465, this is a demon possessed, do you see it clearly? Did you see it?" The man on the bed was sweating and terrified: "That's the mark of the devil! The devil will be reborn by fire. Don't burn the corpse. Remember, don't burn the corpse. It was Black who summoned this demon. Winning the war, this demon will do whatever he wants in Bai Fang's camp, and soon this demon will sweep the White Fang's camp, and soon this demon will devour every living person on the battlefield because of hunger, no one will be spared! He is Bai Fang The ghost...so...he is still a god!" 677 grabbed Wu Xingchen's hand, approached him suddenly, stared at him without blinking his eyes, "465, you must leave now, spread the news now , you must warn all the white camps, all the black people, you call Agent Mulder now, or contact Constantine, don't make a mistake, don't find the savior Neo..."

Wu Xingchen slanted his eyes, wanting to look at the man on the bed again, 677 slapped him on the right cheek, broke his face, grabbed his shoulders, held him down and shouted: "465! You heard clearly Do you understand what your responsibilities are? All the lives of the battle camp are now in your hands!"

"What about you?" Wu Xingchen looked at 677 and asked, his right cheek was burning with pain, and 677 slapped him too hard.

677 raised his head to the sky and screamed, threw himself on the ground, hit his head on the ground, he howled in pain and rolled twice on the ground, and fell into a prone position. He struggled towards the camera, tremblingly lifted a Arm, said: "The devil... that devil has invaded my brain! Ah!"

He turned over, and Wu Xingchen saw a red mark on 677's forehead.Wu Xingchen quickly crawled over and grabbed 677's shoulders and said, "677, cheer up, you... would you like some water?"

677 gasped for breath, and shook his head: "465, go away..." He coughed, grabbed his collar, and said weakly, "While the devil is still in my body, before he fully possesses me, My soul, fight him while I still have the strength, fight him...you go!"

677 pushed Wu Xingchen, and said: "Remember, you are the hope of all life in the war camp..."

677 was already so angry, Wu Xingchen wanted to say something more, 677 broke away from him, convulsed and twitched on the ground.

"Go! Go!" 677 was almost hysterical.

Wu Xingchen looked at the door of the tent. It was dawn, and the canvas was shining with bright and white sunlight. It was a bit dazzling for a moment, and 677 was still crying out in pain. Wu Xingchen gritted his teeth and said, "No! Let's go together. !"

He got up and was about to turn around to look for 677, when the back of his head suddenly felt a pain, and Wu Xingchen passed out.

The ghostly singing paused, as if someone was fast rewinding, and then the singing continued again.

Re...continue?

Wu Xingchen thought drowsily, shouldn't it start all over again?Why resume...why restart?

"465, wake up, wake up!"

677's voice blocked his thoughts.

"Someone is dead!"

"look!"

"It's right next to you!"

"Didn't you hear anything last night? Didn't you see anything??"

Wu Xingchen sat up unsteadily, he seemed to have seen and heard 677's tense and anxious face, and the series of 677's nervous and anxious questions.Wu Xingchen glanced behind 677, the camera... the camera on the tripod, it was still there.

and also?

Everything feels familiar.Wu Xingchen looked at 677 in confusion: "Just now..."

677 stuffed a pack of chocolate candies into Wu Xingchen's hand, and said worriedly: "465, listen, the whole world is infected by a horrible virus, it's the white ghost that those prisoners of war said last night. The devil, God, this virus has spread in the war camps, and the dead will have an eye mark on their foreheads."

Wu Xingchen swallowed his saliva, and caught a glimpse of the male corpse on the adjacent bed.He turned his face away, unable to bear to look any further.

That male corpse...

Shouldn't it be one?

that one?

677 patted Wu Xingchen on the cheek: "465, now is not the time to hesitate, this is the antidote, you must take this antidote out of the 23rd battalion, out of the war camp, there is no time, the war camp I’m afraid it’s impossible to keep it, but the healthy human society outside can still be saved! As long as you go out with the antidote, 465,” 677 slapped Wu Xingchen’s face again, “You have to save the world, you have to fight with the evil villain Fight until the last moment!"

Wu Xingchen was confused: "An evil villain?"

"Hush!" 677 dragged Wu Xingchen off the bed, and the two lay on the ground together. He lowered his voice and said, "They're here."

"The person who invented the virus?" Wu Xingchen asked, "Who are they?"

677 looked at Wu Xingchen, frowning, staring outside the tent, Wu Xingchen couldn't help staring in that direction, only to hear 677 say loudly in his ear: "They are the eternal enemies of mankind. The eternal villains in science fiction movies, aliens, stars, and people."

Wu Xingchen repeated: "The eternal enemy of mankind, the eternal villain in science fiction movies, aliens, stars, and humans..." He asked, "Why do they want to destroy mankind?"

What answered him was a dull pain in the back of his head.

Wu Xingchen lost consciousness.

The ghostly singing voice appeared again.

again?

"465, 465, wake up, wake up."

Wu Xingchen opened his eyes.It was 677's panicked face again.

again?

"Someone died."

It's this sentence again.

Wu Xingchen rubbed his temples and lowered his head.

"look!"

"look……"

He and 677 spoke in unison.

"It's right next to you!"

"Right next to you..."

677 paused.Wu Xingchen raised his eyes to look at him, and said first, "Didn't you hear anything last night, didn't you see anything..."

take the lead?

677 licked his lips, pointed to the dead body of the man next to him, and said, "He is one of those people who were locked in the prison."

Wu Xingchen looked at the man's body. The man had his eyes closed and his limbs spread out, lying on a narrow camp bed. He was wearing a black vest, black pants, and a pair of black boots on his feet. His face was serene and calm.On his forehead is an eye with flaming pupils.

Five meters away, the black lens of a video camera watched him silently.

677 patted Wu Xingchen, and said eagerly: "465, don't be distracted, hey, it's too late."

He glanced behind Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen also wanted to look back, but 677 grabbed his arm and shook his body, so he had to look at him and listen to him: "Listen to me, I took a picture of this All evidence, you must leave here before they find it!"

677 stuffed a packet of fruit jelly candy into Wu Xingchen's hand.

"They?" Wu Xingchen speculated, "The eternal enemy of human beings, aliens, stars, humans?"

677 approached him, Wu Xingchen subconsciously leaned back, propped his hands on the bed, looked at 677 with a dignified expression, couldn't help but be infected by the sense of urgency in his eyes, and held his breath. 677 said: "No, they are high-level people, representatives of the coalition's ruling party, all those who do not want the secrets of the war camp to be exposed."

"The secret of the war camp?"

"They censor culture, monitor language, filter words, and drag one word after another to the trial court. Before the music and movies are allowed to be distributed, they use people in war camps to conduct living experiments and let them listen to some songs excavated from archaeological excavations. Watching those archaeologically excavated movies, monitoring people's physical condition reports, once some syllables and some plots make people's adrenaline secretion too high, people's cerebral cortex is overactive, and people question concepts, they will judge these syllables, these Plot. All culture, language, and cinema are extinct, 465, culture is nothing but labels in museums, culture is nothing but notices, language is nothing but lengthy, cumbersome etiquette, words are nothing but patterns that make up concepts, cinema is nothing but With the filter, the audience will never go to the cinema again. They know what kind of story they want to see best, so they can write it themselves. As long as they put on a suitable filter, everyone can become a great director.

"465, you must make this matter public, even though people may not care, even though people only want to direct the plots they want to watch, even though the creators are not worth mentioning to people, but you have to bring Go out with this evidence and tell people..."

677 fell silent, Wu Xingchen's hands were shaking, and he had goosebumps all over his body.He asked, "Tell them what?"

677 lowered his head and held Wu Xingchen's hands tightly: "Tell them."

"tell them?"

"Fucking Martin Scorsese's best work is fucking Hugo!"

Wu Xingchen nodded, wrote it down, and suddenly thought: "Why me? What about you?"

677 pulled him up impatiently, and pushed him towards the door cursingly: "You really have a lot of questions! It's not because you are the protagonist of this movie!"

Seeing that the two were approaching the door, Wu Xingchen looked at 677, slowly raised the fruit jelly in his hand, and said, "But... it's just a fruit jelly..."

677 pushed Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen rushed forward, and the back of his head hurt again.

again?

Is this the first time?

Is it the third time?

Stop singing, stop singing about Lucia... Who the hell is Lucia?

Is 677 about to speak?

Sure enough, 677's voice came in: "465, wake up!"

"Someone died?" Wu Xingchen sat up with his eyes closed and said.He rubbed the back of his head, thinking, the pain in the back of his head was very real, he was probably attacked by someone, and there was only that man and 677 in the tent, obviously the person who attacked him was among these two.

Wu Xingchen opened his eyes, pushed away 677 who was standing in front of him, and went to check on the man in the next bed.The man had no breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat.No obvious trauma on the body.Maybe he died from poisoning, or maybe he suffered a sudden illness.But the man did die.

So……

Wu Xingchen turned his head to look at 677. 677 had already walked away from the camp bed. He walked behind the tripod, held the camera with one hand, bent over, and put his face in front of the viewfinder.He said: "465, human beings are already extinct."

Wu Xingchen said, "Are you referring to the physical level or the spiritual level?"

677 laughed out loud, and said, "Don't you want to go out and see what's going on outside?"

"how about you?"

"I've checked it out, now there are only me, you, and this corpse left in this world."

Wu Xingchen said, "No, there should be another person."

He looked at 677 and walked towards him: "Who taught you the word 'I'? Did he perish too?"

677 raised his head and said, "Very good, you've made it, you've transitioned from an actor to a real actor, you've made it, now you've fully entered the identity of a detective, you're completely in the play, and the audience will cheer for you Yes, you start thinking, you start fighting, you start analyzing the information you're receiving."

He straightened out a smug expression: "Am I a director who is good at talking about drama?"

He asked Wu Xingchen again: "So, are you going to get out of this tent now?"

Wu Xingchen said helplessly, "I've always wanted to go out..."

He walked towards the entrance of the tent, and his hand had already touched the curtain, but someone lifted the curtain from the outside first, walked in, and walked up to him.The light outside the door was brought in by this person, everything was white, almost dazzling.The person who came in was dressed in white.

The man in white looked at Wu Xingchen and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wu Xingchen turned his head and grabbed 677's raised right hand standing behind him. 677's right hand is holding the barrel of a pistol, and the butt of the pistol is raised high.

677 laughed loudly: "Well, it seems that you can't get out for the time being."

He withdrew his hand, tucked the pistol into the waistband of his trousers, and went back behind the camera.Wu Xingchen glanced at the man in white who came in from outside, and after one glance, he didn't dare to look again. His calf became weak after one glance, and he fell backwards, sitting on a camp bed.Wu Xingchen covered his face, and said softly, "You...you are from Bai Fang..."

677 said: "Now it is paired with suspenseful music, and the camera is facing the actor, slowly advancing, and slowly amplifying the suspicion of the audience."

Wu Xingchen held his head, and with just one glance he confirmed that the person who came in was Ruyizhai.He wanted to see him, but he was ready to never see him again, but he didn't want to see him in the war camp, he killed people here, this place will become his nightmare, he will be buried forever Trapped by the souls of his subordinates, he is no longer the former Wu Xingchen, can their relationship continue?them……

677 said: "465, the script doesn't need so many mental activities, you should stop in moderation, it's almost enough."

677 added: "Now, the camera is focused on the mysterious man in white, looking up, reflecting the hero's humble psychology."

Wu Xingchen thought of something and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Ruyizhai sighed, and said to Wu Xingchen, "Come with me."

Wu Xingchen still didn't dare to look at him, didn't dare to let go of the hands covering his face and eyes, he shook his head and said, "I'm not what I used to be... I saw the dead body, and my heart has no fluctuations , Maybe I was born like this, people are born like this, after seeing too many deaths, I will be indifferent to death, and after getting used to some things, I will become indifferent and cold, I am completely hopeless."

677 said: "Now the lens is elongated, wide-angle lens, people are squeezed by the surrounding scenery, people become smaller and smaller, the tent seems to be infinitely large, people become two points, the lighting team pay attention, slowly cover the light source, create The changing light from time to time.”

677 said: "Man gradually becomes two points in the darkness."

"The camera pulled out the tent, flew up, and overlooked the perspective, but it was tilted."

Ruyizhai said, "Like in "Flying into Space"?"

677 said: "Just like in "Flying into Space", it is wobbly, wobbly, as if the camera is tied to a balloon, a snow-white tent on the plain."

Ruyizhai asked: "The tent is like Pieter Bruegel the Elder's, like the sharp snowdrifts in "Hunters in the Snow"."

677 said: "Like the sharp snowdrifts in Pieter Bruegel the Elder's The Hunter in the Snow."

The two of you said something to each other, agreed with each other, and echoed each other. 677 added: "So, that's it for this episode, Ka!"

Wu Xingchen couldn't help but put down his hands, looked at them and asked, "Isn't this a movie?"