I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Lu Tan couldn't help but look at it carefully.

"Look! That's director ■■■■■. I like his debut the most, it's full of aura!"

"If there is one movie that I watch the most, it is ■■■■■. I didn't expect to see him at this film festival!"

"As expected! As expected! I knew that ■■■■■ would be present this time!!!"

As soon as he saw those well-known directors and actors, the photographer began to get excited, and the camera shook more violently. Obviously, this kind of young fan who saw the idol he had been paying attention to had almost forgotten that he was still filming a video at this time. .

However, whether it was because of his pronunciation or intonation, the names he spoke were all very vague. Lu Jian couldn't understand who the directors and actors he was talking about were, and he couldn't tell why in the camera, otherwise he would You can also check the information to confirm which film festival this is.

"Ah, sorry, I was so excited that I forgot it was still being filmed, but I think anyone who likes movies will feel excited and excited when they see this."

The voice sounded slightly calmer, he explained, but his body still continued to film the opening ceremony.

Just when Lu Tian was wondering if the next few dozen minutes would be all about the opening ceremony, he noticed that the guests on the stage, dressed in suits and leather shoes, seemed to be circling around something.

"Hey, it's a sacrifice."

The photographer's voice suddenly became louder. It felt like a child watching a street performer, curious, expectant, and excited.

The most important thing is that there is no violation at all.

The tone of his words was like letting people watch fireworks blooming. There was no cruel or violent tone, but because of this, it gave people a truly cold feeling.

They say children are innocent and innocent, but sometimes they torture and kill small animals without mercy.

The photographer makes people feel like this, as if he has never seen the real world and has only received the wrong education since childhood.

Lu Tiao saw that those people surrounding him were also the same person.

This man was also wearing a suit, but was tied to a bed. He did not struggle, but showed a fanatical expression and was not afraid of it.

The people surrounding him had pious expressions, and the people next to him handed them dazzling silver knives, one each, like diners waiting for a roasted whole lamb.

Suddenly, as the music stopped, everyone stopped their movements, they were thoughtful, and then everyone raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the camera.

He looked outside the TV and saw Lu Jian watching the video tape.

"What are you looking at?"

Behind him, a voice made Lu Tuan immediately turn around and found that it was James.

The dim light of the instrument panel in the car reflected his face, which was as green as a dead person.

"What's in this videotape"

Lu Jian pointed at the TV. Only then did he realize that the screen of the TV had gone black at some point, and that the player had not been running for a long time. Everything just now seemed like an overly real dream that Lu Jian had.

"What happened to the tape?"

James came a little closer, and the light hit his face, forming a slightly ferocious shadow.

"Let me confirm it."

As Lu Tian said, he was about to turn on the TV and confirm the content of the videotape.

"Forget it, it's so late and disturbing their sleep."

James stopped Lu Jian. He lay down next to his girlfriend Valerie and naturally hugged that graceful body.

On the other side, Wes stamped out his cigarette butts and climbed into the car.

"What's wrong?"

He glanced at Lu Jian, who was still lying down.

"no problem."

Lu Tan shook his head and continued to lie down.

He did not fall asleep immediately, but slowly got up when he heard slight snoring coming from over there.

Reaching out to the player, Lu Tiao was about to press the play button when he heard words.

"Director Lu Tan, what are you doing?"

Scott, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and asked.

"New content appeared in the videotape just now, let me confirm it."

Lu Tian spoke bluntly, and he also observed Scott's expression through the rearview mirror in the car.

"Really? That's amazing."

Scott responded, but he was driving and made no further moves.

"Why don't we all wait until the morning to watch it together? I also want to see the follow-up content."

After hearing Scott's words, Lu Tiao thought for a moment and nodded. He stood up, sat in the passenger seat, and asked again.

"Do you know anything about 'sacrifice'?"

"You mean what the old man said? I'm not sure, but it's not a comfortable word."

Scott glanced at Lu Tan beside him, still concentrating on driving.

The road ahead stretches infinitely, but the field of vision is blocked by fog. You can only see the road less than ten meters away. Farther away, there are no stars, no moon, and no human lights. There is only the rolling white fog, which seems to contain hidden things. Something is worrying.

"You are from Miskatok, so you should know a lot about film festivals."

Lu Tan asked again.

“The festival is run by Miskatok University, which I didn’t have the opportunity to attend as a kid, but it didn’t have a good reputation where we were.”

"The reputation is not good?"

"Yes, as you know, Miskatok is just a small city that has gradually become isolated due to the decline of agriculture. People in the city don't like outsiders very much and are unwilling to leave the city, but Miskatok University does not Likewise, they founded the film festival in order to attract students and increase their reputation, which is not a good deed in the eyes of the Miskatok people."

Scott slowed the car down so he could focus on the conversation without having to be constantly on the lookout for a drunk driver driving the wrong way.

"The Miskatok people don't like outsiders. They are their own people. People like me who go to Boston to study are considered heretics to them. I don't like the atmosphere there very much, but it is still my home." , people always have to go home.”

Scott sighed.

"You can also choose to let your parents leave and go to a big city. Boston is a very good choice."

Lu Tan suggested.

"Maybe, let's go back to the film festival. Miskatok people like to stay the same, but those at the university like change. They changed some traditions. I can't tell whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, but anyway, Miskatok is nothing like it was when I was young."

There was a subtle nostalgia in Scott's tone, as if the stone pavements he ran barefoot on as a child were eventually smashed and paved with cement and asphalt, and those low, damp bungalows turned into beautiful buildings. He returned to the residential building, but it was no longer home.

"But those are not important, Director Lu Jian. I just want to shoot our movie well now. Maybe to you, this is just a shoddy movie made by a few college students. There may be no audience at all and no applause, but no matter how It’s a crappy, crappy movie, as long as it can be successfully shot, that’s enough for me.”

He murmured to himself, and only when he said this, did Scott's eyes really shine.