I don't know when, just add frame extraction, orange film filter, and finally a song "Yumeji's Theme·In the Mood for Love" by Croxia, you can take people back to that deep and strange midnight, and bring you...
Return to Wong Kar-wai's world.
No matter how bright the street lamp is, it is only 18 degrees Celsius. This little light source is like the moss on the back of the Spoonton ladybug that is used as a refuge. It cannot warm the heart of St. Josh Joris. With his blood donation
The body is the same, as long as it leaves the house, this cold-blooded animal will soon become the prey in the eyes of the night devil.
A Dongfeng electric donkey brought two anonymous people. Although they had their own opinions on a medical book called "Craniocerebral Injury" in the first half of the night and displayed their medical skills on different parts of the mind and body, in the second half of the night they
They already have the same goal, but it seems that they don't know each other without fighting.
Zhang Congfeng didn't speak. His skin turned purple from the cold. At this moment, he just regretted it. He held the switch of the electric two-wheeler, his hands and feet stiffened along with his face. It was as if everything was because of his own impulsiveness.
As a tool to defeat the enemy, the two of them braved the wind, snow and bitter cold, crossed the 13 kilometers of town and county roads, and rushed to the villa area.
Maguire also said nothing because the destroyed car was his.
He couldn't beat the person who brought him to the eDonkey, and he couldn't win the scolding, and he had no chance of becoming the salary leader, and he didn't have the inspiration.
Although Congfeng always said "there is a way", he could only hold his arms around Congfeng's waist and try his best to prevent his tears from turning into ice flowers.
He was just too angry to speak.
He also thought about becoming anonymous. In the back seat of the public electric two-wheeled vehicle, he also gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few stubborn words, and repeatedly asked Congfeng——
"——Are you Anonymous?"
Maguire Copenhagen has thought about it more than once, whether the tall man with broad shoulders in the front seat is the owner of Belloberg, but that kind of speculation is too wonderful and psychedelic. It is like insects that gather and disperse in a deep valley.
There are also such demons in Saladin's legend of gods and monsters.
The bugs will gather together and become the person that the requester most wants to see, and then take the other person to the wilderness and eat them until no bones are left - this method was once used by Spuanton to fight against Homo sapiens.
Maguire thought too much. He had already decided that he was a murderer. If this man was really a gunsmith, he would not survive the next day.
It is now 3:51 in the morning, and Dr. Zhang Congfeng did not answer Maguire’s question.
One minute passed, and after running the 800-meter road from Xiyuan Street to the entrance of Horseshoe Alley, Maguire finally knew why Congfeng refused to speak - the wind was so damn strong that he couldn't hear clearly at all.
The two got off the car at Unit D2 in the villa area. Dr. Zhang Congfeng scanned the QR code of the shared electric scooter and paid six yuan. He rode very fast and paid even faster - in Maguire's eyes,
It's like an old social beast who has been rounded and squashed by life. The apps on the phone screen are all firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
Finally, I must muster the courage to face the evil spirits in life.
Maguire became nervous. He once thought about the possibility that he could not deceive the ogre of Hercules at all. All his thoughts and thoughts would be transmitted through pheromones at the moment they met.
Passed into the freak's nose.
But Zhang Congfeng remained calm, even a little indifferent.
"When you go in, don't look into his eyes. It's best to turn your back to him." Congfeng said.
Maguire did not respond. On the cold winter night, he only felt that the book "Cranial Brain Injury" should be returned to Zhang Congfeng——
——No matter how basic the knight's fighting skills are against the enemy, there are no such outrageous CQB skills.
Enter? Don't look at me? Turn your back to the devil?
He didn't understand and felt ridiculous. He even had an illusion. Is there a possibility that Congfeng had been controlled by Joris's mind and wanted to treat Maguire as a human flesh takeaway and send it to this devil's cave and deliver it to Joris?
Reese's cutting board.
But there is a voice in my head, it is always beautiful and always warm.
Belloberg's spirit seemed to have enlightened and began to speak familiar English.
[YES,YES,YES.]
So Maguire made a decision. He walked towards the door of the villa, and when he slapped the door, it was like beating the drum of fate. At the same time, he turned sideways, as if he was going to use his life to act out this black absurd comedy.
In order to seize evidence of cannibalism in Joris, Maguire turned on the recording on his cell phone.
The owner of the house woke up from his dream, wearing a burgundy plaid shirt and pajamas. As soon as the door opened, St. Josh felt his whole body tense up with the cold wind.
This ogre was cunning and clever, and had already thought of thousands of countermeasures. He was watching Maguire from the bedroom window on the second floor, and he was also thinking to himself - what on earth is this surgeon so crazy about, and what is the purpose of his late-night visit?
No matter what, St. Josh Joris is ready to die. In his eyes, the host of Beloberg's spirit is like a natural enemy. Such a homo sapiens will fall into his belly no matter what. He cannot
to ruin his wonderful life in Saladin.
He took the chef's knife and pushed open the door, but was frightened by Maguire's posture standing with his hands behind his back.
It was so free and natural, standing so arrogantly in the cold wind, almost like a cast-iron statue.
An inexplicable strong demeanor made Joris involuntarily put away his murderous intention. He quietly put back the chef's knife into his sleeve, as if he had seen the most evil and vicious Anonymous in the world.
"Why did you come to my house?" he asked.
In fact, when asked about this sentence, St. Josh may have already had the answer in his mind.
Gotze's murder of the Secretary was revealed. Maguire had a talent. Through the spirit of Beloberg, he could taste the scars and blood to reconstruct the crime scene.
Maguire came here not to support justice, but definitely to taste new dishes.
He actually knows everything, he just wants an attitude.
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Maguire: “I suddenly wanted to come and take a look.”
The surgeon's answer surprised Joris, and he felt a little frantic in his heart, because he had warned Maguire like this when he sent this guest off last time - remember to make an appointment.
As for why Maguire told this riddle, the reason is very simple. The weather is so fucking cold, just like Hunan in mid-November. It only took a few days to drop from 20 degrees to 9 degrees.
Du, like your mother beating you, it's unreasonable.
The surgeon's brain was so frozen that he could hardly think. He only remembered what Congfeng said - to stay calm.
St. Josh didn't understand what Maguire meant.
"Come in first?"
Maguire walked all the way back, still facing the devil, and stood still in the living room.
St. Josh couldn't see through this weird back, nor could he see through Maguire's heart. If he couldn't make eye contact, he wouldn't be able to influence the other person's state of mind through body language and thought guidance.
He took two steps towards the kitchen counter, but suddenly stopped.
An inexplicable sense of crisis enveloped him tightly, as if he had returned to the Mimir Hot Spring Market many years ago and to the 18th District.
At that time, the gunsmith was still very young. He had a pair of eyes so deep that they could almost absorb light. He didn't like to talk. He could scare the ogre to death when he opened his mouth. People said that Baba Yago was very shy, which was a good thing.
Because when he is not shy, he will use guns to cast spells and take away the devil's life.
I don’t know why, but St. Josh suddenly felt that the gunsmith was very close to him. This was almost the survival instinct coming from the holy blood of the disaster beast in his body. He did not choose to cook, but took the initiative to come to Maguire.
, I want to see this guest’s eyes clearly.
Then something very strange happened.
Like something out of a horror story, if Joris takes a step, Maguire will follow suit.
Joris started spinning and so did Maguire.
They are like the Earth and the Moon. The Moon is always tidally locked, with only one side always facing the Earth.
Joris asked: "What are you doing?"
Maguire replied: "I'm cold."
Joris: "Why don't you dare to look me in the eyes?"
Maguire thought for a long time and finally choked out something serious.
"Your eyes are so hot, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you if I look at it one more time."
This gave St. Josh Joris a different feeling. He felt numb all over, almost as if he was electrocuted, and wanted to stay away from this Homo sapiens.
Everything seems to have an explanation, this late-night visit, this unclear meaning, like a waltz courtship dance.
With his blond hair, sad stubble, green eyes, and strong hormones, Maguire braved the cold and came to the mansion, frightening St. Josh.
A strange fate imprisoned Joris in a prison.
He thought he had escaped from District 18, but in fact he had not.
There always seemed to be one or two patients who would fall in love with him in various strange ways.
But he was like New Year's Eve in 2023, he could never give these Homo sapiens a holiday.
St. Josh walked to the kitchen counter: "I...I'm going to cook you a meal?"
"Okay." Maguire breathed a sigh of relief.
This section of the road—Mr. Joris walked very slowly.
This wasn't the first time he cooked for Maguire, and he didn't expect it to be the last.
When he opened the refrigerator and saw the treasured treasure of the chief executive's family, he thought about it and asked about it casually.
"Do you know what happened to the Robinson family?"
Maguire: "Know a little bit, but not much."
St. Josh is still vigilant: "That has nothing to do with me..."
Maguire: "I understand you."
St. Josh: "It was Gotze who went crazy. He came to me and asked me to provide him with psychological treatment. He was jealous of the Secretary, and he also had evil thoughts about the Secretary's wife. I had to cure him and help him defeat his inner demons.
"
Maguire: "He's caught."
At this point, the alarm bells started ringing in St. Josh's mind. It seemed that he had finished writing a 100,000-word story about beauty in his heart. It was as if Maguire had become the hero in a love story, fighting for the sake of love between men.
Her pure love shielded him, the culprit.
He still couldn't see Maguire's eyes, and still couldn't guess what the other person was thinking.
He can only become more gentle, replay the role of father and mother, and even play the role of wife to make Maguire relax his vigilance.
He took out the director's heart and flipped through the menu skillfully.
“Which national dish do you want to eat today?”
Maguire smelled blood and his heart began to beat wildly. The sudden rise in adrenaline made the ogre suspicious.
St. Josh: "You brought others?"
If you listen carefully to this sentence, it's like being on a date in a hotel and being disappointed when a stranger suddenly appears under the bed.
The ogre of Hercules lowered his heart and raised his chef's knife.
He finally smelled the smell of betrayal, including Maguire's inexplicable indifferent attitude with his back to him. Perhaps it was a special skill taught to this kid by the enemy outside the house to deal with psychological hypnosis and mind reading.
St. Josh: "Looks like we have nothing left to say."
At this moment, St. Josh Joris almost transformed into his original shape. His lips had some protruding features, and he was about to turn into the ugly face of a hyena, but in a short moment he returned to his human form.
Because he remembered again six years ago, there was a figure outside the house, whose face was almost exactly the same as the gunsmith's, looking coldly into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows - it was only after a long time that he figured out that it was not because he ran away fast enough.
Simply because Anonymous brought 2,200 rounds of ammunition, and an average of thirteen bullets were used to kill a blood-giving devil. He happened to be the one with the extra bullets after all the bullets were used up.
When he met Beloberg again, St. Josh thought this was the beginning of the story. After all, the gunsmith was dead.
I didn't expect this to be the end of the story.
Zhang Congfeng, Long Congyun, Tiger Congfeng. Ao Hun Mingde, the claws of the tiger, naturally wants to "Cong Feng".
Perhaps St. Josh should have thought of it, until that moment, he watched the floor-to-ceiling windows shatter like fragile ice cubes. The dark night devil rushed into the house to punish the child who didn't like to sleep.
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Familiar knight combat skills and unfamiliar Pankrasin, when they are used on Saint Josh Joris, the effects are actually similar.
His body temperature returned from 23 degrees Celsius to 18 degrees Celsius, just like the street lamp outside the door. The psychic light sources that occasionally burst out from his body were also similar to the protective moss of the Sponge Ladybird. They looked
It seemed to be used to intimidate natural enemies, but in the eyes of Anonymous, it was used to identify friend or foe for himself.
The chef's knife could not survive more than three rounds in St. Josh's hands. He seemed to feel that he still had the slightest chance of winning, and he would laugh horribly before disaster struck. But when the knife suddenly fell into the hands of the black-haired Asian man, he
I couldn't laugh anymore, but in just three seconds, I couldn't even breathe.
He felt that his trachea and lung lobes had been cut open, and cold blood was splashed on the carpet. One second he was thinking about things in the hunting group camp, maybe he could go there to find the brothers in the war gang and find new ingredients. The next second he was thinking about it.
Already face to face with the God of Death.
"gun..."
St. Josh could not finish the last word "craftsman".
He collapsed leaning on the kitchen counter. The broken veins in his right arm were counter-injury caused by the invading enemy's knife. The blood flowing out of his mouth and nose came from three fatal stab wounds to his heart and lung system.
The larvae of Lady White in their stomachs kept scurrying towards their throats. They seemed to feel the fear, realizing that this weak blood-giving body was about to wither and die. They wanted to repair this fatal damage, but it was too late, it was too late.
.
Maguire never turned around, he didn't dare to look into Joris's eyes——
——Belloberg seems to understand that this little surgeon has been burdened with too many obsessions that do not belong to him.
The moment the great revenge was avenged, the elf disappeared from the scalpel and ran towards the inn where Oriental Dream Paris was, trying to return to the broken hilt of the sword.
Zhang Congfeng searched the first floor, took photos of the organs in the freezer to collect evidence, and then ran to the second floor to search the room. He found many psychic catalysts and classics on demonology, and finally realized that something was wrong - this blood-giving freak was not only a cannibal.
, as well as the support of demons from the Elf Holy Land.
There were a lot of Hebrew characters on the scroll, but Xueming didn’t recognize the words, so he had to pack them up and take them back to ask Oscar for help.
Maguire just stood there the whole time, not daring to move.
Until the man pulled him out of the door, climbed on the eDonkey again, and scanned the code to pass, he could still hear the sweet electronic synthesized sound.
"Please wear a helmet when traveling, and I wish you a safe journey."
He never spoke the whole time - Maguire thought.
The process of slaughtering blood monsters is like riding a bicycle to buy groceries or visiting an unmanned supermarket. The whole process is very quiet. This includes how to use the ingredients afterwards to ensure that the disaster of the Vita brand will not spread. St. Josh Joris
It just disappeared into the flames created by alcohol, and the body turned into blackened mud in the snow-covered garden.
Returning to the streets of Western Yuan, Maguire couldn't help but asked again.
"Are you a gunsmith?"
He didn't seem to understand how cold Saladin was in the second half of the night.
From four o'clock to five o'clock sharp, the outdoor temperature during this period has reached minus five degrees.
——The wind was so fucking strong that Zhang Congfeng still didn’t hear clearly.
It's like an inexplicable nonsense, although it sounds very literary.
Just like taking a train, some people miss it for the rest of their lives.