Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 979

The latest website: The picture turns to memories, and the exotic style disappears, replaced by the Longzhou rural land that Qin Jue is quite familiar with.

There are many traces of moth-eaten residues in the low and dilapidated wooden house, and the huge broom is leaning against the wall, like a hand composed of dead branches. Soon there were real hands to hold it, and the mother dressed as a peasant woman tightened the tether on her chin, half-holding and half-holding the broom to clean the yellow and dark brown filth in front of the house.

The sound of footsteps came from the back room, and the mother turned her head and shouted a local dialect. The corresponding English subtitles also appeared at the bottom of the screen, to the effect of "Go back to the house!".

The little girl who was pulling her cloth shoes nodded. The camera showed her face. Her face was khaki and malnourished, but she was generally clean. At this time, the sky was just getting bright, and the sun was coming down from behind the heavy clouds. The camera was close, and the little girl's blue eyes and dull brown hair swayed.

Mother hastily cleaned the ground, then took a pestle to smash the rotten leaves, and bent over to feed the chickens.

Feeding, feeding, there are villagers passing by the gate of the courtyard. They either quickened their pace as they approached, as if they were afraid of getting dirty, or stopped to swear at their working mother.

The subtitles convey the information expressed by the lines. Qin, who has the advantage of his native language, never needs to translate, and he understands while listening.

Listening and watching, I feel that the air-conditioning in the cinema is more fully opened.

This is the village of the last century, and the war once spread to this village. The foreigners with different skins burned, killed, looted, and kidnapped many women, including the mother who was a young woman in front of her.

The villagers shouted "Go! Fight back! Save our beloved relatives and sisters from the sea of ​​misery!", one by one, red-eyed and gritted their teeth.

After that, the resistance came to fruition, the invaders were driven out of this land, and the corpses of women were lying in the devastated small village. Everyone trembled to identify whose daughter-in-law this was, and whose daughter-in-law was that. The blood on the wall judges who would rather die than give in, and who is unbearable to be humiliated.

The crowd cried aloud and was extremely sad.

They denounced the atrocities of the enemy, accused the cruelty of war, mourned the sacrificed women, praised their poor and pure hearts, and praised their bravery and supreme character.

Then suddenly someone moved from the pile of corpses, and it was the mother—although she was not yet pregnant, she was indeed forced to become a mother.

The mother is still alive, there is no special reason, one is that she doesn't want to die, and the other is that maybe she is really hard. In short, she is alive, like a roadside withered grass that has been repeatedly crushed, tenaciously preserving the last trace of vitality.

There are survivors of this inhumane act!

The soldiers were happy for this from the bottom of their hearts, and with tears in their eyes, they helped her out of this **** on earth, they rescued her, helped her find her relatives, and rebuild the wooden house.

"That's what we're fighting for! Defend the homeland! Protect the people!"

The kind and righteous children and soldiers declined the souvenirs in the hands of their mother, and after making sure that she was all right, they left in the farewell of the villagers.

When the car was so far away that no shadow could be seen, the atmosphere of the village changed completely and became solemn.

Women looked at their mothers with hatred for dirty things; men looked at their mothers with disgust and disapproval; family members whose female relatives died in the war looked at their mothers with resentment and disapproval. anger.

How out of place she is still alive.

Many villagers hate her. Yeah, why did you say she didn't die? If she dies, she is noble and pure, and like other great women, she will go to the rich shore full of rice fragrance, and her soul will live forever in the mourning and respect of everyone.

But she was still alive.

What an embarrassing thing.

When she was alive, she changed from a psalm image exuding holy radiance to a symbol of shame. The neighboring villages will know that there is a woman in their village who has been humiliated by the enemy. She is obviously dirty, but she is still alive in this world. It is so shameless and shameful for the whole village.

At first someone spoke for her, but as more and more gossip came out, the relatives who adopted her couldn't take it anymore.

When she moved to the most remote part of the village alone, and even gave birth to the child in her stomach without a sound, she became a complete traitor, and was the target of people who would go to the door to throw feces and scold her in their spare time.

"How did you give birth to this baby! Hurry up and strangle her to death while this doll is still young!"

A relative retained some pity for her, and scolded her in private.

The mother didn't speak, and her eyes trembled uncontrollably every time she landed on the sparse light-colored hair of the baby in her arms. But after a long silence, she whispered:

"Sister, I only have her now."

Facing his mother's pleading gaze, the relative froze, his face was blue, his mouth opened and opened, and finally turned into a sigh that was annoyed at her disappointment, leaving a back that has never been seen since.

So, the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes was raised.

She was cared for and loved by her mother, and she also loved her mother. She was a smart and sensible little girl.

One day, the mother who went out to pick wild vegetables did not come back in time.

The girl quietly wrapped a floral turban and went up the mountain to look for it. Halfway up the mountain, she saw a group of men intercepting her mother.

They were airy and formed a circle, sometimes laughing at her, sometimes scolding her.

The mother bowed her head, and there were people who were blocking her left, and others who were blocking her right.

She raised her eyes, and the picture became distorted at this moment, the daughter's eyes and the mother's eyes appeared on the screen staggered, until the camera zoomed away from the mother's eyes, she was hunched, her face and clothes were covered with blood, and her feet were covered with blood. It's a corpse.

"—Yes, sir. Although we have very limited information, it can be deduced from this..."

The police of State A explained his views. He cited some evidence that the deceased Bert harassed and induced women, and combined with the mother's criminal experience, he concluded that she might kill Bert because of self-protection or protection of her daughter. Walter's conclusion.

"You're just speculating!" retorted another State A policeman who claimed that the murderer was his daughter. "Why should we put aside objective facts and have to guess an answer subjectively?"

"Please, Bob, use your brains!" The former man tapped his temples. "Twelve-year-old girl! Please tell me how she brought down and brutally killed an adult male?"

The boss wearing the cap of a national police officer raised his hand to stop their argument, and after pondering for a while, decided to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

They began to monitor the lives of the Longzhou mother and daughter in the name of observation.

An unexpected thing happened. The police in country A found that the relationship between the mother and daughter was very strange. The mother usually beat or scolded her daughter, but she would spend all the money on her daughter's diet and education. However, when she saw her daughter dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, she would go crazy again, scolding her as a cheap, lousy, shameless, saying that she was fooling around with men all day, "likeawhorewhodoesn'thavetobepaid".

What makes the police of country A even more puzzling is that the daughter, who is so distortedly loved and who has been subjected to frequent abuse and violence from her mother for a long time, always smiles without showing any discomfort or pain, as if she doesn't mind it at all. I still love my mother very much.

The situation was so strange that the police in the town were at a loss. They arrested the mother on the grounds of suspicion, but the result of the interrogation was not optimistic. The mother claimed that she had no knowledge of Bert's death, and only admitted that she had been with the man. There were several exchanges, and when he realized that he wanted to cheat, he left him in time.

"We can only confirm that she has been harassed at present." A police officer of State A in the office spread his hands.

"But she didn't have an alibi." Another said.

"Well, if you say that, her daughter doesn't have an alibi," said the third police officer.

"You're sticking to your so-called inferences again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, especially when we really found those two kitchen knives that were the murder weapon!"

Dispute resumed. There is no way, the limitations of the times are here, and the town of Ethan is quite old. There is no surveillance, no fingerprints can be found, and even a heavy rain washed away the footprints around the scene after the incident. The case progressed. Slowness is normal.

The boss has no idea of ​​what to do, and even confirmed that the mother who was a murderer does not want to arrest - Longzhou's case, Longzhou has not been investigated, and it is not a transnational criminal on the wanted list, what has it to do with their town relationship?

But the officer who believed in his own judgment did not want to give up, and he interrogated his daughter on his own initiative.

Qin Jue had done his homework before, and knew that this episode in the interrogation room was one of Tang Nuo's wonderful interpretations. Tang Nuo also stood out from many competitors at the International Film Festival that year with these high-profile episodes and was crowned in Aisul. After the movie.

Under the cold light, the policeman of State A sat opposite his daughter. The little girl who has been raised to be pure and white blinked her blue eyes like grapes, and every answer sounded so innocent and innocent, but it gave people a strong sense of disobedience. It seemed that the person sitting on the chair was not an innocent little girl. girl, but a sleek and cunning devil.

You come and go, ask and answer questions, and all inquiries are skillfully directed in a safe and harmless direction. The policeman who made the record looked down at the handwriting on the paper, unable to believe that he had found nothing so far.

The police officer who opened the question had the same idea, his eyes became sharper obviously, staring at the eyes of the daughter in front of him.

He described in a calm and objective tone what they had observed of mothers' abuse of their daughters, and then asked, "Did you cry when you suffered this? Did you hold grudges?"

- It was only a matter of time before he wanted to lean on the table and ask her if she had any thoughts of venting violence to others because of this.

As long as the little girl across from them nods yes, they can write the line "She has some degree of anti-social tendencies" on the report.

The daughter shook her head.

"I cried, but I feel more sorry for my mother." When she spoke, she still had a baby fat little face, moving like a sympathetic little angel, "I know she is working very hard."

The police officer took a breath: "Okay, so what is your relationship with your mother...what is your relationship like? Or, what do you think you are hers?"

The daughter blinked, and the cold light made the shadows of the facial features on her face even more vivid, so that the corners of her mouth were so creepy.

She grinned, she was smiling, she had undisguised sincerity, she had real pride, and she had an expression that was moved and intoxicated.

she says:

"I'm a mom's hero."

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Original script, purely fictitious, no prototype.

(End of this chapter)

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