The whole audience was silent.

The narrator whispered: "This is a mountain village far away from the town, poor and backward. The people here have no buildings, no network cables, no telephones, and no modern facilities. Not even every household has electricity, kerosene lamps are their main lighting tools... But in this mountain village that has been forgotten by civilization, such a story happened..."

The dim light, the music with a very contemporary feel, the professional voice actor, and the interpretation of the plot of "Looking at the Mountain" are perfectly coordinated.

The stories from decades ago are vivid in my mind, just as they happened yesterday.

"Open the door. Open the door! Open the door quickly."

"Smash it open. Come with a hammer."

"Smash!"

"Smash!"

The dog is barking and the chicken is flying.

In the dark curtain is the familiar country serenade.

However, the situation seemed a little different this night.

After the sound of smashing the door, a group of people rushed in again.

"A good woman, just ruined it."

"Damn it, beat him to death."

"Beat him to death. Beat him to death."

A voice.

Two voices.

Three sounds.

Becoming higher and higher.

The crowd was filled with the voice of a woman.

"Dad. It's not his business. Don't hit him, don't hit him."

"Yingzi, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you just sleeping in vain?"

"Beat him. Kill this dog bastard."

"Dad!" Hearing a heart-wrenching cry, the girl knelt down and cried, "Please, third uncle, second aunt, old village chief, you can let him go, please, let him go, please, let him go,"

"Are you stupid, a woman? You are asking for help, you are asking for help, and you are asking for help. You are the rapist again?"

"Dad!"

"Take this bitch away!"

"ah!"

Screams, rammings, shouts, clearly

"I like him. I volunteered."

"Aying, are you crazy? Get out of here and don't talk nonsense."

"I like him, he didn't force me, I was voluntary, I was voluntary, no matter how many times I said it, I was voluntary."

"Don't look at me like this." The female voice actor paused for a moment, with a little crying voice, and a little stubbornness was hidden in the crying voice, showing her gentle protection for men.

"Everyone of you, everyone here, hear it clearly. I know what you will say about me in the future. You will criticize me during the conference, talk about me in private, throw me with stones while washing clothes by the river, point fingers, poke my backbone, but what do you think? I just like him, I just voluntarily."

"He is a college student, do you know? He is an intellectual, how could he do such a thing?"

"Does each of you want him to squat? Hahaha, look at yourself, your ugly appearance is written on your face. Bah, you are just a group of bed bugs without conscience. Have you forgotten when you asked him for help? You forgot that he got up early and drifted water to divest the ditch and fertilize the crops. Do the most tiring and dirtiest job you are most unwilling to do? He is a cultural person, he doesn't like to care about you, you still hate him so much, you are not worthy..."

"She's crazy. Aying was really crazy." Another voice actor said in surprise and surprise.

"Yingzi. Put on your clothes first. What do you think?" This is the old village chief.

"...Why am I wearing clothes? You have seen everything you should see, but you shouldn't. You are not shy, what am I afraid of?"

"Yingzi! This girl is crazy. Hurry up, wrap her up with the bed sheet and carry it out."

"I'm not crazy, it's you who are crazy. It's you."

"Your Yingzi doesn't even want to look at her. Seeing this, she wants to pounce on her and be raped again, right?"

"Xiao Si, Xiao Ba, come here and carry her down to me."

"In the future, I won't have this girl. I'm shameless. It's embarrassing."

"Hahahaha, I was voluntarily, I'm not crazy."

"You, and you, you all saw my body. Are you strong and rapist? You are all, you all saw... Hahahaha, all the men in this village have seen it, all... Hahahaha..."

It is said that writing comes from life, especially in the book "Wangshan". When the author Wen Feng was interviewed by a magazine, he said in a joking tone that he was not a genius writer who was God's help to eat, but God had no eyes to let him experience these things, so that the book "Wangshan" gave him food. This shows how reductive the book is.

Many people present experienced a night of "catching evil spirits", and the scene was as familiar as a scene.

I don’t know how Huo Zhongnan did it, but the voices of the dubbing voice actors almost highly restored the corresponding characters of the characters, the old village chief, the old Zhishu, the women’s director, the accountant, and even the A, B, C and D present... They sat in the audience, listening to the people on the stage in familiar accents and local accents, and could hardly believe that anyone could imitate their voices vividly.

Just like the past self and fellow villagers were right in front of me, someone began to feel guilty, you looked at me, I looked at you. If the lights in the audience weren't too dim, I guess the faces of these people would be very wonderful.

Yu Xiuxiu was a little scared.

When the "perpetrator" named Zhao was thrown to the ground by a few tall men like garbage, the voice actors restored the scene with a nearly perfect interpretation. Fist, kicking, insulting, screaming, spitting, coughing, spitting, children's crying, women's discussions, and screaming... Even if she hadn't experienced it, she felt the picture was lifelike.

This is the most perfect ventriloquy performance Yu Xiuxiu has ever heard.

It's also the cruelest performance.

A group of people are beating someone.

A group of people are insulting someone.

Do everything you can.

Even if this person is a "forced rapist" they call him, he should not be treated like this before the police arrives and before the law sentences him to guilt.

She curled her fingers together, slowly stretched over and met Huo Zhongnan.

He held her.

Tightly, without any hesitation.

The night breeze blows slightly, and the quiet surroundings are cold.

Yu Xiuxiu looked at his white fingertips, then looked at his expressionless face, and held him with some force.

Others were also looking at Huo Zhongnan, but only Yu Xiuxiu knew that his palm was sweating, and the big hand that held her tightly was trembling slightly.

"You..." Yu Xiujie thought about saying something, his mouth was dry and his tongue was irritable, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Do you want to drink water?"

Huo Zhongnan didn't say anything.

The screams from the stage were shrill, and the tide of insults and beatings were like the most terrifying Inasparagus.

The voice called "Teacher Zhao" was gasping, heavy, slowly turning into a dying breath, struggling almost dyingly.

At this time someone was shouting loudly: "Drop his parts."

A group of people burst into laughter, "Yes, right, put the parts in place. I have put the case for him."

"Go to the cafeteria and bring the kitchen knife."

"Wang Laosan, you like to do this the most."

"Hahaha. I've cut it, are you fed the dogs of the third family?"

“…”

Yu Xiuxiu closed his eyes.

Those voices were all familiar to her.

Every time the voice actor speaks, she is actually very afraid.

I was afraid that my father Yu Dazhuang would suddenly hear him in the crowd, roaring, trampling, and insulting the "Mr. Zhao" with dirty words... If that were the case, she would not be able to face it, no.

Fortunately, she even heard the old village chief's voice, but never heard Yu Dazhuang.

Her heart was beating and she regretted that she didn't watch the plot of "Looking at the Mountain" well.

He looked at Huo Zhongnan, his face was silent in the light, as cold as frost.

"Stop. Stop." The music on the stage suddenly changed, and a more familiar voice jumped into Yu Xiuxiu's ears.

She looked at Tang Wenji reflexively.

The voice actor on the stage who looked like Tang Wenji was panting, as if he had just run far away, shouting in anger.

"He is not that kind of person. I believe in him. I know him."

"Even if he really made a mistake, you don't have the right to treat him like this."

His words landed on the ground with a sound.

But in a flash, the style of painting changed again.

The sirens whistled, and a shout that broke through the air broke the noise of people.

"The police are here. The police are here."

Good people and bad people can be seen by listening to the dubbing effects of voice actors.

The audience was sitting on pins and needles.

If you talk about the people who can't hear them at this time, you may be those who are completely ignorant.
Chapter completed!