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- At just over 10 minutes, the first scene of the film is over. The screen falls into a typical horror story dilemma, but the situation is a bit complicated.
"It's really lively, hello everyone." Seeing everyone calm down in fear, the tall boy holding a gun in both hands smiled happily, and his blue eyes glanced around. The multiple angle shots also allow the audience to see clearly. There are rock graffiti on the wall of the small single-door warehouse, and there are some turntables, stereos, metal electric guitars, tables, chairs, sofas on both sides
There are nine young people standing inside from left to right:
Thomas, Michelle, Fry, Yoselyn, Tucker, Iola, Tiana, Stephen
Rock man, rock girl, wealthy young man, school belle, athlete, princess, female academic leader, male academic champion
The loser Busa stood in front of Yoselin on the right side. She turned around slowly in panic, while everyone else remained motionless.
The boy asked: "Does anyone know me?" There was still silence, no one knew him, or no one dared to speak out. The boy's eyes stopped and shouted: "Yoselin Carden! Hello, do you know me?" Yoselin's voice trembled uncontrollably: "Yes, you are from our school"
He is just a guy in the school. He may know that this person exists, or he may know his nickname, but no one knows, remembers or cares about his name.
"You don't know me, but I have a gift for you, come here." The boy said. Yolanda shook her head and almost cried. The boy let go of his left hand and raised his palm, the hand hanging on his shoulder was shaking. A smile appeared on his handsome face, and he coaxed: "Come here, it's okay, just a surprise gift."
Being pointed at the pistol in his right hand, Yoselin's face became even more ugly, and she looked at the dumb people on both sides for help. Busa in front was also trembling.
"Please" Yoselin choked and begged for mercy, "I don't know you, I'm so sorry"
The boy's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he spoke softly: "I'm sorry is not a good word. It means someone did something wrong, and it means someone should be punished. Is it you?" His voice was sharp. Li. Yoselin said anxiously: "No! I didn't, no" The boy said again: "But if you don't come over, then you have done something wrong."
"Listen to him, Yoselin," whispered Frye to her left. Iola on the right said anxiously and fearfully: "Don't anger himhe has a gun"
The boy tilted his head and glanced at the silver pistol in his right hand, and said briskly: "Yes, I have a gun." He laughed twice as if he was laughing, and glanced back and forth, "Are you scared? I thought you didn't understand fear. . Come here, baby, I just want to give you a gift. Now!" The fierceness appeared in his tone and expression.
Yoselin was still where she was, and the atmosphere on and off the screen became tense. The boy's voiceover sounded again: "Now." Yoselin took trembling steps and walked past the indifferent Busha, step after step, slanting Panoramic view from the side, everyone watched helplessly as the distance between the two people was only three or four steps.
"Just stand there, baby, stop." The boy stopped, and Yoselin stopped like a fool. The boy looked at her and then behind her, and said with a smile: "I just gave her a gift. Yoselin, let's count to three, it'll be okay, it will be fun." Yoselin stared and shook her head, "No, no! Please, no!"
The boy raised his index finger with his clenched left hand, and continued to point the pistol in his right hand forward, coaxing like a child: "One."
"No, no" Yoselin's plea for mercy was like gasping or whimpering. The over-the-shoulder camera saw the boy frowning, and then she trembled: "One." The boy stretched out his left middle finger again, and she trembled again. : "Two." The boy stretched out his left ring finger again, and she stopped. Frontal mid-range shot, the boy's face is calm, and the muzzle of the pistol is almost touching the screen. Over-the-shoulder view, Yoselin's face covered with tears and sweat, cried and said: "Three" Everyone behind her was watching.
Just as Yoselin read out three, there was a gunshot, a bullet casing was thrown up, and the boy's right hand was raised due to the recoil. The climax melody of "Blue Danube" burst out again, and Yoselin's head exploded into a mist of blood. , her whole body twitched and fell straight back to the ground, and everyone screamed out of control! Busa was so frightened that she couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.
Yoselin fell to the cement floor with a bang. A close-up angle view showed a large bloody hole in her forehead. As soon as she fell to the ground, a pool of blood flowed out.
The frightened people were about to rush away, but the boy suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs: "Don't move!!!!" He grabbed the micro-charger with his left hand and fired several shots at high speed, "Don't move!" Move! ¡± Everyone stopped in horror. Veins popped up on the boy's face, and his blue eyes were like fire, "Listen, you can move only when I ask you to move, and you can speak only after I ask you to speak. These are the rules!!! Now line up and put your hands on each other. Where I can see??¡±
The messy crowd reluctantly lined up, with their hands hanging by their sides, and Busha stood where Yoselin had been.
The frontal close-up shot scanned eight young people from left to right. They were all standing on the verge of death. They had different expressions. Thomas and Michelle had cold faces, Frye was stunned, Busha was dumbfounded, and Tucker endured. Impulsed, Iola was on the ground in shock, Tiana was scared, and Stephen seemed to be thinking about something but hesitated to speak.
The camera was shot from the waists of Frye and Busa. Yoselin¡¯s head was facing them at the bottom of the frame. More and more blood was flowing to their feet. The tall figure by the door was blurred by the dark night outside.
¡°He has real guns, and he really knows how to kill people.
In the side view, the boy is not at all uneasy because he just killed someone, and he is no longer furious. Although his face is still red, he smiles softly like a soothing lover: "Don't be afraid, this is a long night, we You all have to enjoy it, Yoselin, right?"
He suddenly fired another shot at Yoselin¡¯s body on the ground with his pistol, bang! A blood mist exploded, and blood began to flow from her abdomen.
This time everyone only exclaimed a little.
The small screening room outside the screen was completely silent. Such a tragic incident is rendered in a passionate manner in the movie, and the atmosphere is very strange. Drinkwater shook his legs nervously, Watson shuddered, and the crew in the front row also changed their sitting positions.
If we say who is the most deserving person among the nine, it seems to be Yoselin. Now that she is dead, what about the other eight?
"You have to obey the rules, you all have to! I don't want to kill you all indiscriminately."
On the screen, the boy was walking back and forth at the door of the warehouse. He pointed at everyone with his left hand, "I am not a terrorist. As long as you obey the rules, you have a chance to survive. This is still a party, but it has become a thriller theme. We Play the game and someone will die until there are three of you left alive, and then they can get out of here?"
There are two medium shots on the left and right. Among the eight people, except Busa, Tiana, and Stephen, they neither dare to anger the boys, nor are they dissatisfied or funny. What a joke!
"Hey, brother" A boy's voice sounded weakly. Everyone in the panorama looked to the right side of the frame. The speaker was somewhat surprising, the man with glasses, Stephen. Although he was taking deep breaths, he was the calmest one. When the rockers and jocks were silent, the nerds spoke up.
"Stephen, do you have questions?" The boy looked at Stephen with an open mind.
Stephen's mouth twitched slightly to squeeze out a smile, and his soft tone tried his best to sound friendly: "I have no malice, and I'm sorry for what you have experienced! Please listen to my advice, things don't need to be like this, this just makes Everything is worse"
As the camera looks on, the boy is thoughtful, and Stephen's voiceover says: "Think about your family think about the people you love and the people who love you. They don't want you to be like this." The boy frowned and looked sideways, struggling a little. The hands holding the gun were trembling, and his words were very slow and deep: "Don't talk about them"
"They will know." Stephen quickly continued to persuade. Everyone on the left looked at him and the boys nervously. Stephen said: "Why don't you stop before things get worse? I know it's not easy for us at school. Sometimes you have extreme thoughts, I want to help you! Think about it from another perspective, things can be different, we are still young, life is still long, full of possibilities, the current troubles will not matter in a few years, you You can still turn around." Iola also took courage and said, "Yes!" Everyone except the confused Busha said, "Yes, don't do this."
The boy looked more and more painful, lowering his head, as if he would burst into tears at any time.
Stephen's persuasion became more and more confident: "We can solve it. Killing is another matter. It just makes things worse"
"Have you ever killed anyone?" the boy asked choked with sobs. Stephen was stunned for a moment before replying: "No." The boy suddenly raised his head, with a calm expression and a calm tone: "Then how do you know? You have to have done something before you know." The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.
Stephen was stunned, and everyone was silent. This man was not persuaded at all
"But you know this, right? What is 1+2?" The boy held back an evil smile.
"Brother! Listen, brother!" Stephen hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I have no ill intentions." Everyone's expressions changed greatly, but they did not dare to plead for mercy. . The boy asked eagerly: "Tell me the answer." Stephen begged: "Don't, don't do this, I was wrong, I'm sorry, don't kill me!"
"Tell me the correct answer, I made a mistakewill be punished. "The boy moved the pistol in his right hand and pointed it at Stephen, inserted it into the lens, and the index finger on the trigger was bending.
Frontal close-up shot, Stephen is shaking all over, crying unfavorably: "Don't, brother don't, don't do this it's 3!"
There was a bang, and everyone screamed. The left lens of Stephen's glasses exploded with blood mist, and blood, flesh and debris were flying. He fell forward straight. The climax melody of "The Majestic March" sounded, as if this was a solemn and sacred royal celebration, as if the head of state was receiving a big shot.
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" This was accompanied by the boy's crazy laughter. When Stephen fell to the ground, the camera cut away, and the boy raised his gun with both hands in the air, howling excitedly: "Whoa, oh, hahaha! President! My dear family! I killed two people of the year, hahaha, I am a war hero! God bless America! Pulling the micro-stroke trigger, the muzzle of the gun is pointing upwards with flames, bang bang bang bang!
The camera scanned his crazy face and the frightened people, seven of them:
Thomas, Michelle, Fry, Busa, Tucker, Iola, Tiana
The boy gradually stopped laughing, the music also faded, and he began to speak slowly again: "Okay, okay, okay, Stephen didn't make a mistake in his calculation, but he said too many words, half of which were truth and the other half was nonsense. Anyone else want to talk nonsense?¡±
The warehouse was so silent that there was no sound of breathing. The camera photographed Busa and Iola, as well as Stephen and Yoselin in a pool of blood on the ground. It returned to the boy's face: "When I ask you to say something, you just say it." Whatever you say, don¡¯t lie, don¡¯t talk nonsense. This is the rule! You have to be serious before you take it seriously. Then you can treat this place as a court. The only law is the law of the jungle, and I am the only judge!¡±
In less than 20 minutes, two people were already dead, and the ground was covered in blood.
Stephen does not seem to be a bully. There is no such sign in the film so far. He stood up to persuade, but was also killed.
This boy is not only an avenger, but also a bully! When a bully arrives in a situation, the first step usually is to assert power and establish status with the group.
The atmosphere in the small screening room was almost solidified. Holt's crazy performance supported the screen, and the dangerous atmosphere rushed to their faces, making the guests feel like they were one of the people being pointed at the gun, and like that Crazy guy, the more you watch, the more sweat you get on your back.
"Since you all have no doubts." On the screen, the boy glanced at the nervous and fearful people and smiled kindly: "Let's start. The first game is the trial game. One of you is the person on trial, and the others are Jury, I am the judge."
In the frontal view, no one dared to speak. All seven of them had expressionless faces, for fear of being singled out. Single close-up shot, Busha's face is pale, Iola's eyebrows are lowered
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