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- There were a lot of breathing sounds in the small screening room. Guests who didn't know the plot were struggling with the abducted people on the edge of life and death in the past hour. Although they were only in a small warehouse, there were ups and downs and unpredictable changes. Shocking people's hearts.
The majestic "Triumph March" became weird, and pools of blood from corpses on the ground were mingling. Busa stood motionless, Tucker and Andina on the right waved their hands in response, and the tall boy at the door also twisted his body, his hands Guns were swung back and forth in celebration of this "victory."
After dancing like this for a while, the music gradually stopped, and Tiana asked with a trembling voice: "Then can we leave?" Tucker also asked: "Yes?"
The boy's face was already very calm, without the rough and evil look before. No one knew what he was thinking. He said: "This is the last game for survivors. No one will be hurt. You can all leave after playing." Tiana and Tucker suddenly became alarmed again, and he said: "The confession game."
He kicked Michelle¡¯s cell phone at his feet toward Tucker and the two. The cell phone passed between the bodies of Yoselin, Frye, and Stephen, and was stopped at Tucker¡¯s feet covered in blood.
"Pick up your phone, call the people you bullied, and say sorry." The boy said, "Please go outside, don't lie to me, don't do stupid things. Tucker, you go first."
Tucker kept looking at the boy with a frown. Then he bent over and picked up the phone, his hands covered in blood. The boy said again: "I know you like to hit Joseph Burke with basketballs. Call him. The number is 9167052574." Tucker listened and dialed.
This makes the audience wonder, who is Joseph Burke? Boy's friend?
There was a beeping sound coming from the mobile phone. After a few beeps, in the increasingly depressing atmosphere, there was a clicking sound.
"Hello?" A young boy's suspicious voice came from the mobile phone.
"Joseph Burke? HelloI'm Tucker Statham." Tucker's tone was normal. The smiling boy didn't even point his gun at them. Joseph Burke was even more surprised: "Oh, hellowhat's the matter?" Tucker's expression was obviously pretending to be sincere: "I want to say sorry to you, usually I like to jokeI like to bully people, like Hit you with a basketballI was wrong, I'm sorry!" His throat slid, obviously upset that his apology was similar to Frye's.
"Oh." The voice coming from the phone was neither salty nor bland, "Okay. Is that all?"
The camera swept across the crowd with different expressions, and Tucker tried his best to smile warmly and said: "I was a bastard before, but I won't be anymore! Joseph, I'm very sorry, please forgive me." Joseph suddenly got a little angry: "You guys again You're trying to tease me, buddy, I haven't messed with you before, okay?"
The call was hung up, and Tucker's smile became even more forced.
¡°Give Tiana the phone.¡± The boy said calmly.
Tiana, who was on Tucker's right, took the phone. This time the boy did not give any instructions. During the multi-angle camera editing, she dialed a number. There was already a large pool of blood on Iola's head. The blue left The pupils of his eyes were dilated, and his right eye was a bloody hole.
There was a clicking sound, and a young girl's voice came from the phone: "Hello?"
"Alice, it's me" Tiana couldn't help but tremble a little as she spoke. Tucker immediately rushed to her and signaled, "Don't kill everyone!" He almost grabbed her phone. Tiana struggled to compose herself. But Alice asked in confusion: "Who?" Tiana quickly said: "Tiana Miller, I'm sorry, I made fun of you for being stupid in science class yesterday."
"Oh!" Alice exclaimed in surprise, "Tiana! Haha, it's nothing, I don't care, I am indeed stupider than you."
Tiana panicked, but the boy's calmness remained unchanged. She apologized repeatedly: "No, you are a great person. I'm sorry. Anyway, I'm very sorry!" Alice smiled and said: "It's okay, didn't I still call you a nerd? We're joking with each other, aren't we" Tiana said, "Yes, I think so, but I thinkit's a bit inappropriate. Can you forgive me?"
"Okay, we're still friends." Alice laughed, sounding like she really didn't mind, "Oh! My mother called me. That's it for now? See you later."
"See you later" Before Tiana could finish her words, the call had been hung up. Although Alice's attitude was better than that of Joseph, she didn't mean to pay any attention to him.
Whether the bully cares or not, how can a victim who has been deeply hurt choose to forgive?
Confession and forgiveness are more than just "I'm sorry" and "It's nothing". Can they erase the pain?
The boy said nothing. Tiana looked towards Busha over there and stretched out the mobile phone in her hand. Busha stood there without going to get it. Did she have anyone to apologize to? Busha suddenly lightened up?? said: "Tiana, I'm sorry, I bullied you just now" Tiana's expression was stiff now. Compared to Busa's bullying, she replied: "I think what happened in this warehouse Things don't count" She didn't dare to continue. Tucker obviously agreed with Tiana's words.
"You have all seen what you can do. This is the point." The boy spoke again.
The three of them all looked at him, and he gradually smiled evilly, "You can all go, they will go to hell, and you will go to heaven."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed. Busha was stunned, Tiana was horrified, and Tucker blushed and became furious: "You said you left alive!!!"
"That at least makes you a good person again." The boy smiled and spread out his gun-holding hands, with a fierce and sinister look on his torch eyebrows.
The atmosphere on and off the screen suddenly fell into the abyss again.
"You damn trash!!" Tucker was already furious. Since there was no hope of getting out alive, of course he couldn't suppress his grief and anger. His eyes were wide open and he cursed crazily: "You poor fat pig! ! Loser! You have a gun, but you are always a loser! I am the captain of the basketball team!"
When Tucker cursed -poor-fat-pig, the second movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony suddenly exploded, so unexpected, shocking, and shocking!
¡°Loser, loser, loser!! Fat pig, monster!!!¡±
Amidst Tucker's insults, the frontal camera zoomed in towards the boy, his handsome face was completely stunned, and a series of flashback shots appeared quickly:
The short, ugly and earthy fat man was grabbed by Fry on the chest in the boys' bathroom at school; the fat man was snatched away from his Walkman by Thomas in the corridor, Michelle was chewing gum in annoyance, and Iola walked by with a smile; the fat man was Sitting on a roadside bench with the skinny boy who spoke awkwardly at the Peer Support Meeting, a basketball was thrown at him by Tucker's group, and he couldn't even dodge;
The fat man was packing things by the locker in the corridor. Busha ran past with a stack of invitations in both hands. Yoselin walked by cursing; the fat man took out an invitation from the trash can; the fat man looked in front of the wall mirror in the bedroom. , in the mirror was a tall and handsome boy; the fat man strode into the warehouse with two guns and fired, and everyone screamed
Boysall are this fat guy! The guests in the small screening room were all stunned and speechless. All their previous emotions and opinions were completely shaken!
When the camera returned to the warehouse, the tall boy who was evil, crazy but full of bad guy charm was already his true self, a short, ugly, earthy and frustrated fat man.
"I'm a monster!!! But it's you who created this monster!!!!" the fat boy yelled angrily, pointing the guns in Tucker's direction, striding away, and firing his left hand The trigger of the tec-9 submachine gun suddenly burst into flames from the muzzle, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
Bullet casings were thrown into the air one after another. Tucker had been beaten until his whole body twitched and swayed, with blood and flesh splattering on his head and body, bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
Blood was spurting out, and pieces of flesh were flying. Tucker's handsome face became tattered and blurred in the panic and extreme pain. His knees bent and he slowly fell to the ground
Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! The fat boy was still shooting, shouting crazily as he walked: "It's you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It¡¯s you who use hatred to change an individual¡¯s heart,
It¡¯s you who use your strength to destroy an individual¡¯s life,
It was you who killed them invisibly!
The law restricts the strong from bullying the weak, and restricts the weak from resisting the strong!
But tonight, I am the law! ! !
But what happened tonight, wasn¡¯t it the law of the jungle you have been playing with! ?
Everything in the camera shows the horrified Busha looking at the door of the warehouse and the fat boy who came to Tucker's body. She suddenly ran towards the door! The symphony was roaring heavily, and the ugly fat boy over there changed a magazine into the microflush, and pulled the trigger on the head of Tucker's body on the ground, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
There were continuous gunshots, and pieces of blood and flesh splattered!
Tiana had already fallen down on the edge of the sofa shivering, unable to crawl. Busha rushed out of the warehouse, front view, she ran forward in a panic, but fell to the ground after a few steps, the bang bang gunshots were still heard, the ugly face of the fat boy flashed across, Busha's hands and feet She climbed up together, maybe the fall made her sober. She ran to her bicycle, pushed it on, and staggered away
Under the night sky, on the country road, Busha rode her bicycle past, her long and messy blond hair flying in the wind. She was far away from the farm warehouse.
?The audience let out a small breath.
The gunfire stopped and turned into the clicking sound of empty magazines. The camera returned to the warehouse. From an elevated angle, the fat man's ugly face was stained with blood spots. The facial features squeezed in the fat were very distorted. He let out a series of "hehehehehe" weird laughs. In the close-up, we can see his saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look even more disgusting and disgusting.
When the camera panned down to Tucker on the ground, his head was rotten into a skull filled with tattered flesh and blood, surrounded by spreading blood and rolling bullet casings.
"Hahahahaha! Wow!! Hahaha!" The crazy but cool laughter before was now ugly. The fat man's eyes moved, and the subjective camera showed Tiana beside the sofa looking completely frightened, with a big baby under her body. She was so frightened by the water stains that had flowed away from the beach that she could not control herself.
Her subjective camera lens only saw a pair of fat feet walking towards her. She was just crying "pleasure" over and over again based on instinct, and her mind was not clear.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." The fat man walked up to her and once again spoke in a coaxing tone, but his face was so awkward, "Let's count to three, one." He stretched out a fat short hand with his left hand. The index finger hanging on the shoulder is shaking. Tiana trembled violently and said: "One." The fat man's smile looked disgusting and obscene, and he extended his left middle finger. Tiana trembled and said: "Two" The fat man stretched out his left ring finger again, three fingers. Tiana trembled: "Three"
The Desert Eagle in Fatty¡¯s right hand suddenly raised towards her and pulled the trigger, bang! !
With the sound of the gunshot, Tiana's head burst into a mist of blood, and she fell back against the sofa. Her head hung to one side, and there was a large blood hole gushing out of blood on top of her head.
The same execution, completely different perceptions.
Eight influential figures, all died, all died at the gunpoint of this "poor fat pig".
"You know, you guys are bullying others every second of your existence."
Side view, the short and fat boy said plainly. He turned around and looked to the left, towards the door, then walked up, throwing down the pistol as he walked, changing the magazine for the microflush, click!
The camera went to the outside of the warehouse, a long shot from the front, when a figure walked out of the warehouse, looking around looking for something, the tall and handsome boy appeared again.
This is the image of a fat boy¡¯s self-fantasy, or an image of extreme narcissism.
Among the dark triad personalities, narcissism leads to a lack of empathy and a sense of superiority. Excessive attention to oneself and the feeling of not doing others what you don¡¯t want others to do to you is another source of bullying. When the fat man appears in the form of a handsome boy, he is actually controlled by a dark personality, which also inspires the audience's dark personality.
Just like a peacock with its wings spread, an evil handsome boy and a kind fat man are in nature. The evil handsome boy must have more opportunities to reproduce, and his genes can be passed on. The dark personalities of bad boys and bad men are more public, and they are the most popular among women in the world. And the audience, are they really so clear-cut between good and evil?
¡°All villains like the Joker deserve to die, but they are admired, praised, imitated, and hailed as charismatic bad guys. Why?
People don¡¯t hate bad people, they just hate useless bad people.
Human beings are an animal.
The 70-minute film has entered its third act, and the last 15 minutes have arrived. At this time, the guest audience in front of the screen are most nervous about Busa's safety!
The sound of the girl¡¯s panicked gasping and the sound of bicycles speeding by on the path pierced the night sky. Side view, Busha is riding a bicycle and escaping from left to right in the frame. Switching between multiple angles, she pedaled hard and exhaled loudly. Suddenly at this time, a long and strange whistle sounded vaguely, seemingly absent, like a nightingale chirping in the distance.
Busha rode faster, her brows furrowed, and the hearts of the audience clenched.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" The whistle blew a frivolous melody, and there was a faint boy's call: "Busha, Busha"
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was really coming from behind, or whether it was Busha¡¯s auditory hallucination. She became even more panicked, and the bicycle pedaled a little crookedly. Suddenly, a blindingly bright car light came on from behind, completely illuminating her in the dark night, very close! It was already chasing behind.
Front view, Busa is riding a bicycle and rushing forward, followed by a Ferrari sports car that looks dark red in the night. She looks back in fear, her long hair flying.
"Busha, Busha" The boy's voice floated in the wind.
Every sound makes the depression on and off the screen heavier.
Busha turned around and stepped forward as hard as she could. She could already see the lights of the small town in the distance. But how can a bicycle beat a sports car? The boy was just teasing her. Within a few seconds,The sports car followed closely behind. In the half-body shot, you can clearly see Busa's panicked expression and the handsome smile of the boy in the driver's seat of the sports car behind him. He opened his mouth and called softly: "Busha, Busa"
If the setting is the United States, why is this a right-hand drive car? Is this a gang? Or is this ugly fat boy insane?
Side view, Busha ran away from left to right, the sports car followed closely behind to tease her, almost hitting her several times before retreating. At this time "Polka Hunt" sounded, the second Strauss symphony after "The Blue Danube" at the beginning of the film. Exciting, cheerful, crazy, this is a hunt!
The boy turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator. The sports car suddenly accelerated forward, bang bang! Busha was hit so hard that she and the car flew out.
Although it was expected, the audience¡¯s hearts were in their throats.
Busha fell into the field by the roadside. There were no crops in the vast grassland, and the end was submerged in darkness. The huge power frame in the distance seemed to be some kind of monster. The sports car stopped on the side of the road. Busha stood up with a face full of pain. She ignored the bicycle next to her and stumbled away. The scene of her running away on the school playground seemed to be repeated.
Bang bang gunshot! The audience was startled, but this was the music of "Polka Hunting" and the hunter started hunting in the forest.
Frontal long shot, Busha is on the run. The sports car on the roadside suddenly rushes out of the road and into the fields, and immediately catches up to Busha who is running desperately. Panoramic view, the sports car is on the left and the panicked Busha is on the right, walking side by side. From the side, the boy in the car in the background looks at Busha in the close shot, laughing and shouting, and slaps the steering wheel crazily.
??Run, ordinary people, losers, run!
No matter how you run, you can't outrun this rich second-generation sports car.
In the dark night, one car and one person had already run far away from the road. At this time, the sports car suddenly accelerated forward and blocked the front sideways. Busha's stopped figure was very small. Frontal close shot, she gasped in confusion, turned around and ran back.
The music became louder and louder, and there was another gunshot. Before Busa could run far away, the sports car rushed up and knocked her away from behind, bang bang!
Busha rolled on the grass several times before she could stop. She lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, raising her head and struggling with her hands, but she couldn't get up for a while.
The sports car stopped. The boy opened the door and stepped out of the sports car holding the micro-push in his right hand. He walked up to Busha's side and took a shot from an angle. He could see his 190cm tall figure reaching into the dark night sky. The slightly angled muzzle of the gun was pointed downwards, and the long magazine was like a monster's fangs.
After two or three minutes of chasing, the audience was quite breathless.
The music gradually stopped, and Busha's breathing could be heard clearly, as well as the faint sounds of insects in the fields at night. The boy smiled and said: "Hello." In his over-the-shoulder angle shot, Busha on the ground was still slowly crawling forward, so humble and weak.
"Why don't you speak?" The boy followed beside him, "Weren't you very good at talking just now?"
"I have nothing to say to you" Busha's face was filled with tears, blood, and dirt, with cowardice and the beginning of stubbornness. "If you want to kill me, just shoot me. Don't let me do anything to me again." Things I don¡¯t want to do.¡± Her choked words were full of determination.
"Oh, look! Aren't you very good at talking?" The boy laughed and followed the crawling her for two steps. Seeing that she didn't speak, he looked up at the night sky and slapped his right hand with the slightly pointed gun. The thighs look very boring. He suddenly said, "I just want the bullies to experience what we went through, every bit of it."
"What's the point of that?" Busha sat up with difficulty, still not looking at him.
"Okay, what's the meaning?" The boy's funny tone suddenly made him a little excited: "The meaning is to make them feel how we feel!"
Busa asked again: "Does that make sense? I'm asking, let them feel it, what's the point of doing this?" The boy became more and more excited: "I want those arrogant guys to see how low they can be, I want to Give them back the pain, no more, but no less! That¡¯s the point!¡±
"Does this make you feel good?" Busha then looked up at him, her stubbornness growing rapidly.
"Haha!" The boy laughed, but did not answer the question. His expression and voice turned cold: "Why do you want to speak for them? Do you really think you belong to them? Don't be stupid!!! They are more beautiful and stronger. , smarter, better family background Do you think they are the same species as us? "
"I don't know what you said" Busha gritted her teeth and stood up, "I just know that what you did is wrong."
"This isIt was a normal time, maybe I was already a king. "The boy said without any regrets, "They told you it was wrong, so they can enslave you forever! ! "Busha stood up unsteadily, her tone a little tougher: "My parents told me! "
The boy yelled at her: "Your parents are trash, and so are mine! They will be slaves their whole lives, do you understand!?"
Busha limped towards the road, "I want to go homeyou should go home too."
"Stop!" The boy yelled, his handsome face made of narcissism was extremely ferocious, the image was flickering, the ugly fat face and the evil handsome face were intertwined. This time he was really struggling in his heart, "Stop! You Take one more step and I'll kill you!" Busha continued to stagger away without stopping.
Xie Jun¡¯s face settled, and the veins on his forehead jumped, ¡°Stop!¡±
The trigger was pulled, there was a loud gunshot, and the frontal view showed that the grass on Busha's right was splashed. She paused and then walked forward again.
The boy became even angrier and made a loud sound like the roar of a wild animal.
The audience felt happy and worried at the same time. The boy didn't kill without saying a word like before, obviously because he felt that Busa was the same type of person as him. She should be full of hatred, should be afraid of the pressure brought by guns, should applaud him, and should be manipulated by him ¡but now, Busha doesn¡¯t.
If you are not afraid of the dark, then it is nothing at all.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?" the boy said coldly and angrily, holding up his weapon and firing forward one after another, and strode to catch up.
Bang! Bang! Bang! "Polka Hunt" sounded again. The boys were chasing Busa in front of her. The fields on both sides of Busa were splashed with bullets. Her face was not without fear, she was sniffling, she shed tears, and she was trembling a little, but she continued to move forward. .
Another bang, frontal close-up, as if something had been scratched, a bloody wound suddenly appeared on Busha's right cheek, and a bullet had just passed by.
That boy is really murderous! If it hadn't been slightly missed, she would have been shot in the head. The audience held their breath.
During the increasingly passionate "Hunting Polka", Busa raised her hand to wipe the blood on her right cheek, with a painful and stubborn look on her face. She turned around with her lips pursed, suddenly rushed towards the boy, and raised her bloody fist. , while rushing and shouting with all his strength: "Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The boy was stunned, and so were the audience.
Busha, who has always been cowardly, failed and bullied, does not have Carrie's superpowers or boys' guns, but she breaks out, she has her strength and her fists. She roared at the people who bullied her and punched this life-threatening evil! Fighting violence with violence? She is resisting! ! !
She was the second person after Thomas to punch a boy.
She didn¡¯t take Thomas¡¯ hand, but her feminist power was not comparable to that of Iola who had lost herself. She was rocking! ! !
Bang! Busa punched the boy in the face. He was knocked to one side. Busa roared and punched him repeatedly on the face and head. He looked tall and majestic but was actually short. The fat boy was beaten so hard that he had no strength to fight back, or he didn't fight back at all.
Busha punched him, kicked him, knocked him to the ground, and snatched the micro punch from his right hand.
Suddenly, the previous scene was completely reversed. Under the cover of night, Busha pointed the microflush at the boy lying on the ground. Her right index finger was pressed on the trigger. Her cheeks were bleeding, her eyes were closed and her eyes were wide open. Breathing heavily
The atmosphere in the small screening room was high-spirited, and the audience couldn't help but get excited. The breath that had been suppressed from the beginning to the present was finally exhaled. This scene was so explosive.
"Hehheh." The boy turned from lying on his side to lying on his back. The angle of elevation was subjective, it was the muzzle of the gun, Busha's tall figure, and the night sky.
"Kill me." His voice was low. When he hit the corner from behind, he could see that his embarrassed face was a little confused, and it didn't seem like he was just pretending.
Busa looked down at the boys, the toughness on her face gradually dissipated, and said softly: "I don't want to be like them, and I don't want to be like you, I hate you"
Even though she had every legitimate reason to shoot the boy, she didn't lose control like Carrie. Perhaps this is the best attitude when facing bullying. Don't be timid and use your fists, but also control your power.
"Oh." The boy responded, "Then do you want to forgive me?"
"I don't care anymore," Busha said. "There's no need to care about some bastard."
Frontal view, he is looking at her, she raises her head towards the night sky, and holds the trigger with her right index finger.??, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the gunfire sounded like firecrackers, the muzzle sprayed flames, and bullet casings were thrown out one after another, scattering on the boy's body and around him.
From the boy¡¯s perspective, Busha, who was emptying the magazine, was so tall and beautiful, and the murderous gunfire actually drove away the darkness.
The sound of gunfire stopped, and Busha let go and pulled the trigger again. After making sure that there were no bullets left, she threw the black tec-9 to the side of the weeds with both hands!
Wei rushed into the air and fell into the weeds.
She turned around and staggered towards the road in the depth of field, towards home.
"Are you willing to date me?" The boy stood up. The sudden question seemed out of place, but it was his most sincere tone so far in the film, the true thoughts of a young man. He added: "I have never dated a girl."
Busha didn¡¯t say anything and continued walking forward.
"Hey, what happened tonight" The boy chased after him. He seemed to be talking not about killing eight people before but about sneezing during a candlelight dinner. "I have to say sorry to you! When they wanted to rape you , I feel bad too, how strange it is." He smiled, "You can kill, but you can't rape, how strange"
"Like Tiana said, we are never real animals, are we?" Busha said with tears, without looking at him.
"Are you willing to go on a date with me?" the boy asked again, quite expectantly and nervously: "I meanif it hadn't happened tonight, and I suddenly invited you to hang out, would you be willing?" That one is short and ugly. A fat man who is humble and frustrated.
Busha looked at him on the right. She did not show any disgust, but was very depressed. She shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know maybe."
¡°Perhaps in her eyes, she can see his merits as well as his pain.
"Thank you." The boy smiled like a gentle and elegant gentleman, "I'm not going to lie to you, I regret it. If I had known you would consider it But we can't go back!" His voice suddenly became fierce, and his expression also changed. He became crazy again and yelled: "We have been destroyed a long time ago! As early as the first time we were bullied and treated as trash, we changed and then became what we are now!"
Busha quickened her pace, pursed her lips, and almost ran.
"Busha, no matter how strong you are, you think you've made it through, but actually!!" The boy raised his head and yelled at the night sky, yelling at Busha's back: "Actually, it's not life that makes you, in fact, it's life that destroys you. You! Busa, you could have been better! !
Suddenly, "Polka Hunting" sounded for the third time, faster and more intense than before.
The hearts of the audience were clenched violently. They saw the boy take out a small revolver from the pocket of his jeans. He raised the pistol in his right hand and ran after her, aiming the pistol at Busha's back. While running, he shouted: "Busha, see you in heaven!!!"
Bertha, seduction in heaven!
Before Busa could turn around, there was a loud gunshot. Her eyes widened instantly. A cloud of blood exploded from her chest and heart, and a bullet pierced the gray top.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Four more gunshots were fired in succession, all of which hit her heart, and blood spurted out from her red-stained gray top.
Five shots, Busha curled up and fell forward, her eyes full of panic and severe pain at the moment of death, bang bang! ! She fell in the field, her back facing the night sky.
The audience outside the screen were stunned. Busa, who had always adhered to kindness, finally defeated the darkness and broke through herself was also killed.
Amid the shocking music, the boy walked next to Busa, on the left side of the frame. He knelt down on the ground and turned over Busha's body. Her simple but beautiful face was already dead, her eyes were staring, the wound on her right cheek was still bleeding, her chest was in a mess, and the blood gushing out all over her upper body was shocking.
The boy gently stroked the wound on her right cheek and sat on the ground quietly for a while. Suddenly, he slowly turned sideways and lowered his head towards Busha's face and her open mouth.
He has never been on a date with a girl, and he has probably never kissed a girl.
Just when he was about to kiss her mouth, the boy stopped, sat up straight and sighed melancholy: "Fuck"
The boy lowered his head, looked at the night sky, and murmured: "I don't want to be a victim among humans anymore, and I don't want you to be either. I think I like you." As soon as he finished speaking, he spoke so quickly and without hesitation. Yes, he raised the revolver in his right hand and put it against his right temple, pulled the trigger, and bang! ! !
When the gunfire started, a column of blood and bullets erupted from the boy's left temple, and his head hung back, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground, right next to Busha.
Ten young people, all died.
A panoramic high-altitude lens captures two young corpses lying on the ground. The boy is on the left and Busha is on the right. They seem to be a pair of sweet lovers who came to the fields for a date on this romantic night, looking up at the stars and talking about the future. .
Blood flowed from his head to her upper body.
"Polka Hunting" played one time and then the next.
Life is a hunt. You are both the hunter and the prey. The only prey is other hunters.
This boy without a name might be an ordinary person around you. Some people are bullied in the first half of their lives, some are bullied in the second half of their lives, and some people are bullied all their lives. When you feel that you have escaped the shadow of being bullied, you may be the strongest hunter. No matter what, bullying has always existed and will always exist.
Because life is a night of bullying.
In the darkness, only by shooting can you see the light.
But, humans are not really animals, are they?
Maybe one day, you and I will meet in heaven. Please be kind, so that I can kill you more easily.
There was dead silence in the small screening room. The screen cut to black, and the names of the film's creators were displayed in two lines of white letters. "Polka Hunting" runs through the six or seven minutes of the original internal credits over and over again with increasing fury, with gunshots going off, one shot after another, and another, and another.
nichos-hoult
b day e-rson
i touch gen-poots
Directed-by
santiago-tempt blood
screenpy-by
santiago-tempt blood
Produced-by
santiago-tempt blood
gia-ppo
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