Belphegor fell silent. He did not tell the story about the corruption of the Unbound Poetry Society, but just stared at the screen quietly. Bologger did not ask too many questions, but watched the film with him.
Watch movies with the devil.
This is not the first time that Boluogo has done this. He also played chess with an astronaut before. Who knows what will happen next, will he play a board game with the devil?
From this point of view, my own experience is indeed wonderful. It is expected that Belphegor longs for his sight and shares his life.
But what Bologger didn't expect was that the mysterious Unbound Poetry Society had already been corrupted and escaped Belphegor's control, causing Belphegor's ideal, the plan called Endless Poems, to come to nothing.
The gray light illuminated the faces of Bologger and Belphegor. In the dim environment, the two of them looked like marble statues.
Bologna asked, "Is this movie going to be long?"
Belphegor replied, "Its shooting cycle spans thousands of years, and it has not ended yet."
"That sounds really long."
Boluogo peeled off his cuffs and looked at the time.
"What's going to happen to you next?"
Belphegor asked, and the two of them spoke in a casual tone, just like friends.
"Of course I have something to do, today is a working day."
Boluogo pulled on the work badge hanging on his chest. It had Boluogo's photo and brief personal information on it.
"Oh? It's okay, I've already asked for leave for you."
Belphegor smiled. Seeing the look of Palmer on Belphegor's face, Belphegor felt more and more that Belphegor looked like Palmer. Palmer had specially cleaned up the film in order to recommend a movie to him.
The living room is ready, and snacks and drinks are prepared, just like an enthusiastic dog.
Burlogo realized that Belphegor and Palmer were not alike, they just shared the same way of showing enthusiasm.
The cinema became silent, and the picture on the screen began to change. Poets gathered in different places every year to establish a fourteen-day settlement. They exchanged poems with each other for the first seven days, and delivered what they saw and heard to the visitors for the next seven days.
Year after year.
Bologger had already guessed that these poets should be the original Unbound Poetry Society, and the visitor was naturally Belphegor.
In this black and white world, Belphegor carries all the beautiful stories and is the only color.
Suddenly, the crisp chirping of birds echoed in the silent cinema, and then more noisy sounds echoed, as if a person who had lost his hearing heard the low hum of the world again, and the music came like a tide, filling the ear canal.
Only then did Borogo realize that the previous film had no sound, just like a silent film. As the times in the film changed, the blurry black and white images gradually became clearer, and the film also had a soundtrack, becoming more and more gorgeous.
If you forget the existence of the devil, this evil and crazy thing, in Bolog's eyes, the Unbound Poetry Society should be the most romantic organization he has ever seen, but soon he remembered Sere's love for Unbound Poetry.
Description of the company.
They were a group of crazy freaks who went crazy for poetry, burned down villages, overturned castles, and took pleasure in the suffering of countless people.
"corrupt."
Subtitles appear on the video.
"Human beings will decay and grow old due to the passage of time, and their strong will will also become confused and turbid. No matter how solid the rock is, it will turn into dust. Even the mountains will collapse, let alone the dry and cracked ocean..."
In another year's gathering, the poets had disagreements for the first time. They glared at each other and scolded each other. Their voices were noisy and covered with a layer of fuzzy texture, giving people the illusion of fierceness and distance.
The visitor sat silently in the corner. Some poets gathered around him and told him what they had seen and heard this year, while other poets stood far away and did not come close.
As the times changed, the differences between the poets became more and more serious, and they even started to attack each other. The annual gatherings also began to be interrupted, and even held only once every five or ten years.
The visitor always watched without any interference. No matter what happened between the poets, he seemed not to care. He would only react slightly when the poets confided in him.
Belphegor is lazy, lazy, and special among devils... Among many special devils, he is the most eccentric and harmless.
He just watched and watched without participating in any fights, sitting back and watching the changes in the world.
The poets did not disappoint Belphegor. They still pursued the same ideal. The discordant voices in the Unbound Poetry Society were expelled, and the Unbound Poetry Society became pure again.
Then it becomes corrupted again.
History always repeats itself. The reason why Belphegor sat back and ignored it was probably because he was used to it. He understood that human beings are fragile, let alone so-called ideas.
It will always corrupt, and the splintered groups still believe in Belphegor, but they become more and more extreme, spreading wildfire in the wilderness, bringing death to the towns that pass by, and composing new poems in blood and lamentation.
Belphegor did not refuse.
Pain, tragedy, death... they are also part of the endless poetry.
With the changing of times, the power of Wufu Poetry Society is growing day by day, more and more new things are emerging, and the poet's vocabulary has become broader this time.
Similarly, the meaning of poetry is no longer limited to the rhythmic words. All human artistic achievements are attributed to Belphegor's desire.
With the advancement of civilization and technology, Belphegor's collections have become more and more numerous, and their types have become extremely rich.
From ancient ballads to magnificent symphonies, from short sentences to lengthy poems, books no longer simply elaborate on thoughts and record history; they take on human fantasy and write those imaginary stories.
Even the birth of the first science fiction.
"I have seen many souls, and she is undoubtedly the most brilliant one."
A deep male voice sounded, and his words emerged along with the subtitles. Although this voice was unfamiliar, Bologger knew that it was Belphegor's voice.
This film is a documentary, which not only records the development of the Unbound Poetry Society, but also records Belphegor's pursuit of ideals.
It can be said that it records Belphegor's life.
A woman's face gradually appeared in the picture, and then disappeared.
Burlogo had some knowledge of the birth of the first science fiction book. He had seen it in Palmer's collection of books. At that time, Palmer excitedly introduced to himself that the book was called "Frankenstein"
of.
Palmer said uncertainly, "The protagonist of this book, like you, is also...resurrected from the dead?"
The birth of that book was a hundred years ago, when the development of industrial technology was just emerging, and therefore, Bologo was able to deduce the historical process of the film.
Boluogo felt a little nervous. He knew what was going to happen next. The melody of the film became depressing and deep, and the dispute between the devils was about to begin, ushering in the prelude to the dawn war.
The war has begun.
The poets went deep into the battlefield. These guys who only played the piano and recited poems when they had nothing to do, wielded swords and were braver than the enemies. They did not belong to any party, they just wanted to witness the course of the war and write this cruel chapter.
Delivered to Belpheinger.
Bologger watched every scene that followed carefully, and with Belphegor's help, he peered into the past history.
The dark clouds covering the scorching sun, the strong wind howling on the earth, countless people fighting each other, the castle stood tall, and then collapsed again...
Countless images were interlaced, flashbacked, and spliced together. This montage technique lasted for more than ten minutes. The mixed images made Boluogo dizzy, and the soundtrack also changed from a melodious symphony to a true narrative sound.
Screams, cries, the buzz of swords, the release of firearms...
All the notes have a metallic roughness, and it feels like there are sharp particles rubbing against the eardrums.
Boluogo's expression trembled and became painful. He seemed to be participating in a violent heavy metal performance. In the mixed picture, a vague figure appeared in the center of the picture. No matter how the surrounding scene changed, he always stood firm.
The camera began to zoom in, and the blurry figure gradually became clearer. Judging from the appearance, he was a little thin and was not Sere. In the scene described by Belphegor, his figure was the same as Sere, throughout the Dawn War.
of all.
Bologg was about to see the man's face clearly, when suddenly the screen turned completely white, and the bright light pierced Bologg with tears streaming down his face.
Covering his eyes, Bologger felt as if he was facing the scorching sun. Beside him, Belphegor was wearing sunglasses from whom he didn't know where he came from and laughing.
"This is the beginning of the corruption, Mr. Lazarus!"
Belphegor cheered, waving his hands wildly.
After the strong light, the castle was no longer inhabited and was overgrown with weeds. Later it became a tourist attraction. Overnight, emerging technologies engulfed the world like a flood. Internal combustion engines roared and railways were laid.
No man's land.
"nothing is forever."
Belphegor sighed. In the picture, the poets walked into a simple shed. As the projector started, the light hit the wall.
The train rumbled into the light, and it drove towards the poets, as if it was going to smash the wall, taking the poets and the old era together.