Summoning Infinite Movie

[September 2199, 9, city a]

"The live-action movie experience device you developed is a piece of shit, and passing dogs can vomit when they go in and experience it. I invest in you, and you create this kind of garbage?"

Jiang Jibei folded his arms and stared at the tense faces on the holographic screen, with expressions that seemed to be smiles but not smiles.

His tone was soft, but unexpectedly full of sarcasm.

The face of the representative of the other party turned pale: "Mr. Jiang, we—"

"Before I divest, you better come up with something decent."

Jiang Jibei interrupted the other party with a gentle but uncompromising tone, and directly turned off the holographic screen.

He walked to the French window and lit a cigarette.

In the rain curtain separated by a window, skyscrapers stand silently and densely.

Even in the torrential rain, the abused neon lights and countless huge digital screens still cast a psychedelic and dazzling fluorescent light in the rain.

It is 21:21 in the evening, and the holographic projection in the living room is broadcasting the evening news.

This sudden acid rain lasted for 25 consecutive days. An hour ago, the city rescue team found the bodies of several homeless people under the bridge hole.Because of being soaked in acid rain for a long time, the skin surface of the corpse has been severely corroded.

The newscaster reminded ordinary citizens with a sweet voice, try not to go out in acid rain weather.

Fa Xiao Nie Ming walked behind Jiang Jibei with a coffee cup, glanced at the ashtray full of cigarette butts beside him, and couldn't help shaking his eyebrows: "If you smoke so much, you'll have to get an artificial lung sooner or later."

"Under the current technological conditions, artificial lungs may be a better choice."

Jiang Jibei turned his head, his slender neck was hooked into a flexible arc like a crescent moon, and he casually gathered his slightly curly thick golden brown hair behind his ears.

He has a clear and beautiful face, eyebrows like distant mountains, the corners of his eyes are hooked, the eyes are round, and the tails of the eyes are long and raised, which has a feminine charm.

And the obvious sense of covering the pupils makes this face masculine sharp and aggressive. The two contradictory characteristics are integrated on his face, forming a subtle and elegant Chinese classical beauty.

In addition to a noble and charming face, this thin and straight body is also made of slender limbs and beautiful muscles growing between skin and bone, making this young nobleman look like a beautiful and elegant snow lion .

Jiang Jibei looks a lot like his mother who has been missing for many years.

Unfortunately, she disappeared when he was ten years old.A year ago, even his father, whom he had little contact with, disappeared inexplicably.

"Come on, this is the evil result of over-developed technology." Nie Ming raised his left arm, pointed his black metal fingertips at the rainy night outside the window, and said with a sneer, "When sandstorms and acid rain meet, the city will start to be muddy." gone."

Jiang Jibei chuckled and puffed out: "Are you still used to the new robotic arm?"

The robotic arm that Nie Ming is currently using is produced by the brand of februus, the largest chaebol in Asia. It adopts the world's top technology and has hundreds of sophisticated force feedback controllers built in, which makes it even more powerful than the original human limbs. flexible.

It's a pity that few people can afford such a high price.Ordinary people can only buy ordinary artificial prosthetics of average quality and short shelf life, but that is not cheap - cheap is only a relative term.

"Okay, thank you very much. Don't tell me, the high-end prosthetics produced by feb are better than the real ones." Nie Ming moved the mechanical arm, "By the way, the project just now was pushed by the Asia Film Group. ? You are always so straightforward, aren't you afraid of offending those industry leaders?"

Jiang Jibei smiled indifferently: "Everyone wants to get a share in the field of live-action film technology now, but it is not so easy to get money from my pocket."

"That's true. Now how many people dare to easily offend Boss Jiang?" Nie Ming looked at the ambitious and talented young man in front of him with an expression of appreciation.

As a film upstart that has risen rapidly in recent years, Jiang Jibei, who is only 26 years old, is now in high demand.

Born into a family of artists, he has an extraordinary talent in film. At the age of 19, he won the Asian Film Festival Award for his independently directed film.

However, Jiang Jibei did not become a master of film art as the public expected.

He turned around and established Beijiang Film Industry, starting a business of film technology and industrial investment. With his vicious vision and keen intuition, he quickly became a film businessman who made a lot of money.

Beautiful appearance, superior family background, extraordinary talent and courage constitute all the capital that makes him arrogant.

"By the way, is there any news about your father?" Nie Ming asked casually.

Jiang Jibei flicked the cigarette ash and shook his head.

He glanced casually out of the window, and suddenly found a black dot flying in the rain, and kept approaching them.

"What is that? A drone?" Nie Ming also saw it. He walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face full of shock, "Damn it, take a look, is it... flying towards us?!"

In an instant, the drone had parked outside the window, and there was something hanging below it.

Jiang Jibei stubbed out the cigarette butt, and looked at the camera on the top of the fuselage through the glass: "It's here to deliver something."

He could see clearly that a laser English logo was engraved on the cold and hard silver-gray metal body——

"februus".

Nie Ming put on gloves, opened the window to avoid the acid rain, and carefully removed the metal box hanging under the drone.

The drone that completed the mission circled a few times in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows before turning around and heading back in the acid rain.

Jiang Jibei opened the lid of the box, and inside was a thin metal invitation card and a very rare video tape.

He picked up the invitation.

"To Mr. Jiang Jibei:

"The first 'Mirror Island Horror Film Art Festival' will be held on September 2199, 9 at Mirror Island in the Bay of Bengal. Virtual reality experience device technology. We have specially reserved a viewing spot for you and invite you to participate as the first batch of experiencers.

"Your most loyal organizer of the Kyojima Film Festival"

"When did feb start film technology?" Nie Ming read the content on the invitation, picked up the video tape and looked at it, "I also sent a video tape."

"It's probably a film festival sample." Jiang Jibei frowned as he looked at the invitation.

He had never heard anything about this so-called "Mirror Island Film Festival". Feb actually quietly chartered an island in South Asia and set up a virtual reality device.

Jiang Jibei put the video tape into the holographic projector, and the automatic sensing curtains were slowly closed, and the indoor lights were also turned off.

The dim light came on, and the movie began to be projected and played automatically.

This is a heavy-duty restricted-rated horror movie. The protagonist's family is being targeted by a murderer, and they have no choice but to flee.

The murderer in the film has been wearing a realistic skull mask without showing his face. Because of his image of wearing a blood-red cloak and holding a sickle, he is called "Reaper" by the protagonist.

Although the plot is clichéd, the special effects are very realistic.

Accompanied by the eerie sound effects surrounded by stereo and the screams of the actors, large plasma projections hit their faces overwhelmingly, which is really quite terrifying.

Jiang Jibei watched absent-mindedly. He nestled on the sofa and reached out to play with the necklace hanging around his neck.

The necklace is a very ordinary silver chain, and the hanging pendant is a small transparent pendant in the shape of a light bulb, with a broken chip sealed inside.

Nie Ming, who was next to him, sensed his impatience, and turned his head to ask, "Don't watch it? Then, are you still going to this film festival?"

"The quality of the samples is not high, and it is estimated that the technology is not in place yet, so it is useless to go."

Jiang Jibei stood up, and was about to leave the living room when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the god of death in the movie and suddenly reached out and took off the skull mask, revealing his face.

With just one glance, he froze in place, his mind exploded—how could it be possible!How could it be him? !

Nie Ming, who was originally slumped on the sofa, stood up and shouted a name in shock: "Chi Xian?!"

Jiang Jibei rushed to the front of the holographic projection, stared at the familiar face, trembling unconsciously.

The young man in the projection is wearing a large dark red cloak, holding a skull mask that has just been taken off in his left hand, and a sickle that is dripping blood with his right hand hanging by his side.

Half of his face has a handsome appearance, while the other half of his face has rotted into white bones, and entangled thorns and roses grow from the cracks in the bones.

Poignant and creepy.

Jiang Jibei stretched out his hand hesitantly, but missed when he was about to touch the opponent.

He stared blankly at his fingertips, then raised his head again.

The young Grim Reaper stood where he was, raised the corners of his mouth stiffly at Jiang Jibei, and a treacherous and sinister smile appeared on half of his pale and handsome face.

"This actor looks like Chi Xian. No, this is simply Chi Xian in adulthood." Nie Ming stroked his chin with cold mechanical fingers, and looked at this face, "If Chi Xian is not dead—"

He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, shut up immediately, and looked at Jiang Jibei anxiously.

Jiang Jibei didn't speak, he stretched out his left hand, and firmly pressed his trembling right wrist.

It's him.It was Chi Xian.

Even if there is only half a face, he can recognize it at a glance.

Seven years ago, on the day Jiang Jibei's film won the award, 17-year-old Chi Xian encountered a suicide bombing attack on his way to the awards ceremony.

The scene of the accident was extremely tragic. The entire National Highway 03618 was destroyed by the explosion, and there were charred ruins and scattered limbs and arms everywhere.

Nie Ming lost his left arm in this accident, while Chi Xian, who was traveling with him, was buried in the sea of ​​flames with no bones left.

The police searched for seven days, and finally only found some of Chi Xian's human tissues and the identity chip implanted in his body.

They handed the chip to Jiang Jibei, and then announced Chi Xian's death.

After a while, Jiang Jibei calmed down.

"I've changed my mind." He rubbed the space between his brows, "I'm going to the film festival."

"But this acid rain..." Nie Ming was taken aback, "You can't be because of this person, right? He can't be Chi Xian, you know, Chi Xian is already dead."

Although he also felt that this actor was carved out of the same mold as Chi Xian, but no one knew better than him that it was impossible for Chi Xian to survive.

Jiang Jibei didn't answer.

He picked up the invitation and looked down at the text on it.

Nie Ming hesitated for a moment, and then persuaded: "He was blown to pieces long ago, not to mention that you haven't found it after seven years of searching, even if you found some wreckage, so what?"

Jiang Jibei squeezed the invitation tightly in his hand.

He turned his head, looked at the silent tall buildings in the rain, and smiled sadly.

"Even if there is only one piece, his bones should belong to me.

"I just want to drink his ashes, so that death can no longer separate him from my body."