Ruyizhai

"In a low-saturated green tone, two people in white clothes are examining a black-clothed male corpse lying on a green camp bed. All camp beds are green, and there are three camp beds. There are three green helmets on the bed, and some dust is scattered on the bed. The locker is also green, the ground is dark yellow-green, and the white canvas tent must also be stained with this color, making the picture appear a blurred gray For the tone, you can refer to David Fincher here. The light source is concentrated on the white clothes of the characters, and the white is almost dazzling, forming a strong contrast with the background color, creating a sense of incompatibility and weirdness, and the aspect ratio is adjusted to 4:3.”

"The first time in the first scene of the fourth scene of "Ruyi Zhai", let's start!"

Wu Xingchen glanced at 677 and asked, "Did you find this body here this morning?"

677 shouted: "Kakaka, don't look at me, when I don't exist, I shouldn't appear in the camera, I'm only suitable for war movies, thrillers, but now there are love movies, 4:3 frame Love can only belong to two people."

"Then, the second time of the first act of the fourth scene of "Ruyi Zhai", let's start!"

Wu Xingchen said softly to Ruyizhai, "I'm sorry, he's a little crazy."

Ruyizhai didn't raise his eyelids, and said, "I think this author is a little crazy."

Wu Xingchen lowered his head, scratched the seam of his trousers, and said, "There were five people in the prison last night." He placed his hand above the eyelids of the male corpse.

677 said, "Tense music."

Wu Xingchen glanced at him, and 677 said, "Just treat me as a subtitle, just like this."

677 gestured in the air, as if drawing "[" and "]", Wu Xingchen shook his head, reached out and rubbed open the male corpse's eyelids, he couldn't help but gasped.The man's eye sockets were empty.His eyeballs were gone.

[Wu Xingchen takes a breath]

[dramatic music]

Wu Xingchen said: "How did this happen..." His hands trembled and dropped, "He died, his eyes disappeared? Was he dug away? Was it the person who killed him? Even his body Don't let it go... this is too cruel."

Ruyizhai bent down, pulled one of the male corpse's arms over his shoulder, and signaled Wu Xingchen to help him set up the male corpse.Wu Xingchen nodded, and the two of them worked together to lift up the male corpse and walked out of the tent.

After getting out of the tent, Wu Xingchen wanted to go to the open space on the side, but Ruyizhai called him to stop, and pouted his chin towards the one-person tent.

Wu Xingchen said, "Don't you want to bury him?"

Ruyi Zhai smiled: "This gentleman has a spirit in heaven, if he knows that his body can help us a lot, he will be very happy."

Wu Xingchen was puzzled: "A big favor?"

But he still followed Ruyi Zhai, carrying the corpse into the single tent.In the one-person tent, the headless second lieutenant who was originally sitting on a chair was moved to the camp bed.Ruyizhai and Wu Xingchen exchanged glances: "Put him on the chair."

"He" was of course referring to the corpse they were holding.Wu Xingchen complied.

[Narrator: At the time I had no idea what he was going to do with the body, and I was baffled.No, I was mesmerized by his smile.I always do. ]

Wu Xingchen coughed, his ears turned red, he lowered his head, wiped his hands on his trousers, and secretly looked at Ruyizhai.Ruyizhai took out two bundles of rope from his sleeve, threw one bundle to Wu Xingchen, and instructed, "Tie his feet to the chair legs."

He took another bundle, tied the hands of the male corpse to both sides of the chair, and instructed Wu Xingchen: "Hold his chin, and stand over the chair."

Wu Xingchen tied the man's legs with a rope, looked up at Ruyizhai, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ruyi Zhai asked: "Or do you want to shoot?"

"Shoot?" Wu Xingchen's voice became louder, trembling.

[NARRATOR: I'm thinking maybe we should catch up instead of talking about shooting a dead body here to test the blood splatter effect. ]

Wu Xingchen was shocked: "Blood splatter effect??"

[Narrator: I found out later that 677 was going to move corpses from the tent to do experiments here, but when he saw me sleeping soundly, he was suddenly overwhelmed by an urge to pay tribute. He told me that he wanted to know Whether people will eventually surrender to death, whether the death of others will bring a considerable sense of security or greater panic. ]

Ruyizhai said: "Don't you want to know whether the second lieutenant committed suicide or homicide? We only need three people to complete this test. Don't worry, there are four more people in the prison who can do experiments for us. That is to say, there will be two Whoever survives, someone will survive."

Wu Xingchen stood up, grabbed his hair and said, "You mean to find out whether this person committed suicide or homicide, you, you want to shoot this corpse?"

"Yes, let's test whether he committed suicide first. You hold his head and put the shotgun between his legs. I pull the trigger and compare the shape of the blood splatter." Ru Yizhai thought of something. I fumbled in my sleeve, searched for it, and took out a roll of tape and a transparent baffle.

Wu Xingchen didn't move, shook his head and stuttered: "This, this... this... you... you can use a balloon filled with water!"

Ruyizhai taped the transparent baffle to the tent behind the chair, and said, "Why do you slander other people's brains with water? Will he be happy when he finds out?"

"This is a reasonable suggestion!"

"You are unreasonably prejudiced."

"You...you are abusing prisoners of war." Wu Xingchen said anxiously, trying to stop him from taking the gun, but Ruyizhai pushed him away, picked up the shotgun leaning against the bed, walked back to the man, put the gun Putting it between his legs, he pushed the man's jaw down, making him open his mouth to cover the muzzle of the gun.Wu Xingchen watched anxiously, but couldn't persuade him anymore, so he grabbed Ruyizhai's wrist.Ruyizhai's fingers had already touched the trigger.Wu Xingchen looked at the pale-faced male corpse, looked at Ruyi Zhai, opened his mouth before he wanted to say anything, a gunshot sounded, and the man's head exploded beside his face, splashing blood all over his head and face.He was motionless, his mouth was still open, his eyes were still staring, and there was some brains on his lips.

Some blood was also sprayed on Ruyizhai's face and body.He didn't pay attention, and went to remove the baffle from the back of the chair, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "It really looks like suicide."

Wu Xingchen knelt on the ground, panting with his mouth open.

[Narrator: My head is full of the aftermath of the gunshot, he is talking, but I can't hear what he is saying, my face is hot, I want to throw up, I want to cry, how can he be like this cruel?Is he a devil?I even doubt that he would pull me into a chair and experiment with me if necessary.any experiments.The devil in white.However, as the investigator representing Bai Fang to investigate a series of mysterious killings in the No. 23 Battalion, he will of course do whatever it takes to find the truth. ]

Wu Xingchen wiped his face with his sleeve, his lips were still trembling, and his voice was trembling, he asked, "You, are you the investigator?"

Ruyizhai nodded: "Now you are all my hostages."

Wu Xingchen looked at him and sat on the ground.

[Suspenseful music. ]

Ruyizhai smiled, still holding the shotgun in his hand, and said, "If you don't want all of you from Black to die here, you'd better come with me."

Wu Xingchen followed him out of the tent without saying a word.

[Narrator: For him, human life can be traded, it is a bargaining chip.He wasn't cruel, he was just another war camp type.As long as he is given half a year, he might be able to take the position of commander-in-chief of the white side.His soul is rotten, his soul stinks.But, I love him.I know that my genetic mutation doesn't trigger any particular psychic obsession with fallen souls, I just love him. ]

Wu Xingchen still didn't say a word, he came to the open space next to the tent with Ruyi Zhai in silence, only then did he find that there were a large area of ​​burning marks on the open space.The remains of military uniforms and boots can still be seen in a pile of blackened logs.Ruyizhai pointed to the iron bucket next to the pile of wood, and Wu Xingchen looked in, and there were some broken pages of books inside.

"Now is the time to use your talent." Ruyizhai picked out a torn page and handed it to Wu Xingchen.

Wu Xingchen touched the paper with charred edges, and said, "Recycled paper is generally used in note-taking notebooks in the 21st century."

Many words can still be seen on the paper, but because of the burning, it is difficult to form a clear sentence between the words.Ruyizhai said: "Your task is to restore these documents."

Wu Xingchen looked at the paper in his hand and said, "These are not like documents, but like diaries. Some very emotional words appear repeatedly."

Ruyizhai clapped her hands and walked away.Wu Xingchen asked him: "Where are you going?"

"Of course to interrogate my dear prisoners of war. A large living man was taken away from them. The locks of the prison showed no signs of being broken. Isn't it worth interrogating them? Hey, you come with me."

[Narrator: He took 677 with him, he had a gun in his hand, and I was afraid he would kill 677 if he didn't do what he said.the devil.I had no choice but to clean up those diaries that were thrown into the iron bucket by someone and burned, but failed to completely burn. ]

[Sound of paper rubbing. ]

[Jazz drums. ]

Wu Xingchen glanced at the virtual camera suspended in the air, and walked into the tent where he rested last night with a pile of papers with charred edges.He dug out a total of 21 pieces of dilapidated recycled paper from the iron bucket, and he spread them on the ground one by one.

[Jazz drumming continues. ]

Wu Xingchen sometimes knelt on the ground to adjust the order of some papers, and sometimes touched his chin, carefully inspecting each incomplete page with cautious eyes.

[Narrator: The tidying work continued until dark, during which he came in to check the progress once, stayed for two seconds and then left again.These papers are indeed from a diary. I don’t know if it’s because of the recorder’s own limited ability to organize words and logical thinking, plus the lack of words and the loss of pages. Things seem to be in order, but they still look very chaotic.I tried my best. ]

Ruyizhai walked into the tent with a yawn, and asked Wu Xingchen, "What was written in the diary?"

Wu Xingchen said: "These existing diary pages are roughly arranged in chronological order."

Ruyi Zhai picked up the first incomplete diary page.