The cities of South Korea, like fireworks blooming in the dark of night, have a whitewashed deception, and they can also be called Rafflesia. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing in front of the shiny high-rise buildings, you can't see the slums behind them, stretching up the hills. Xu Canhao and his companions ate a meal of Han Ding, where it was a family of six, in the absence of illness and disaster, children failed to go to school, the elderly could still carry water, and adults had to carry gas canisters to walk a few miles home, the living expenses for three whole years. In addition to the cities in the coastal branches, the mountains in the north-central part of the country have become fences that isolate the "paradises". The contrast between the modernization of the city and the ignorance of the countryside makes people trance, as if they are traveling between two worlds and different eras. There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor, with 7% of the population (the rich) owning the vast majority of the country's wealth. The state-supported middle class is growing at a rapid rate every year, and these people are the most tired, unhappy, hypocritical, and crime-prone people in the pyramid. If we look at the distribution of the population through satellites, we will be shocked. The U-shaped shape of a series of green circles is attached to the peninsula, and on the top left, the green of Seoul is like the most brilliant fireworks that explode in the dark night. But the frightening darkness around is the best embodiment of thousands of miles of uninhabited.

Seo Chan-ho and Kim Ki-duk met Sanggye-gu, Aorwon-gu, Seoul, the so-called Wangsan slum. Director Jin doesn't live in the big mansion in Jiangbei, and usually likes to walk the streets and alleys in various Wangshan districts, and he is called to experience the life of the marginal characters at the bottom. He has been in contact with junkies, gangsters, and third-party professionals who live day and night, some of them work in nightclubs, some pick up customers in their own homes, and most of them have different incomes. He has seen too many frequent domestic violence at the bottom, from the initial blood surge, punching to stop it, to indifference, and the complex feelings and thoughts in his heart made him almost split his personality.

"Do you think they're pitiful, victims? No, I tell you, they are worse than those who commit violence. "Famous directors and superstar stars are eating 50 pieces of fish tofu in a string of fish tofu at a roadside stall at the corner of a remote and dirty alley. Drinking the homemade rice wine given by the boss and stirred with his fingers. Plus a few side dishes and a few live octopuses to drink. "The battered bastard kid will turn around and stab you in the leg with a broken pencil! The stinky watch who was beaten will cry and bite you, and will let the police arrest you! Parents who were beaten will also tell the police that you hit him! This is a society like a TM dog! Xu Canhao felt that the red-faced man opposite should be intoxicated, his beard was already covered with chili sauce dipped in when eating raw octopus, with splashing spit and eyes that chose people, not like a good person with quality. Unlike a good man who will take money to feed nine lonely old people every month, he can't tell that he is a father who has adopted three children but is not married. When people praise Andre Kim for his dedication, how much he has contributed to the fashion industry because he doesn't get married because of his work, no one knows that the famous director who is nearly half a hundred years old has become a parent.

"Listen to me, Kim Byung-doo (the protagonist in "Despicable Streets") shouldn't just be a gangster, he's a man with affection and righteousness! It's not a shitty brute who can only snatch food with a knife, he has a mother, a younger brother, a younger sister, and a favorite first love..."Kim Ki-duk's eyes widened, half leaning on the edge of the table, counting the characters on his fingers. "Ah, stinky boy~" Kim Ki-duk, who had two bottles of soju in his stomach, was really a little drunk. "Look at me, look into my eyes." His hands fluttered and wanted to grab Xu Canhao, but it seemed close at hand, but it felt out of reach.

"Uncle, please serve a bowl of hot soup." Xu Canhao held the director's hand so as not to knock over the pots and bowls on the table.

"Ah~stinky boy~" Director Jin tried his best to support his heavy head, pointed at Xu Canhao and said with a smile: "I know that Jiang Dikui's lucky kid said that your eyes can speak, right!" I just like this kind of actor, I can't look down on anyone else~" The strange old man waved his hand vigorously in denial, almost bringing his body over, Xu Canhao hurriedly helped him.

"Director, drink some sobering soup." Seo Chan-ho thanked the boss and handed the hot soup in a copper bowl to Kim Ki-duk.

"Hmm~ I, don't drink. I want wine, I want to drink enough! Seo Chan-ho looked at Kim Ki-duk, who was a little childish, and was speechless for a while. Do you know that I broke the rules today, the rules that my father gave me. But! I'm very happy, hehe..."Director Jin looked at Xu Canhao stupidly and smiled, and then said with a sad face like playing with a face: "He looks down on me, and few people look down on me." They said I stepped on shit, but I just liked this script, and I didn't think about borrowing your popularity~Please believe me~"

Xu Canhao, whose head was as big as a fight, struggled to pull up Kim Ki, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, speechless, "This uncle's wine is too bad." After sitting for another moment, Xu Chanhao finished paying, looked at Kim Ki-duk, who had fallen down and was still muttering to himself from time to time, and sighed. After asking the boss where the house he rented was, he carried him on his back and sent it back. A small dozen square meters, separated from the kitchen and a small toilet, there is no cooking utensils, only a set of bedding, and I don't often eat and stay here. Xu Canhao laid the quilt and moved the golden guide rolling on the ground to cover the quilt. Finding that there was no water in the room, he turned around and went out again to buy water from the shop at the entrance of the alley. The meandering, narrow and dirty mess is the portrayal of these Wangshan houses. The dim street lamps, the mice that sprang out from time to time at the base of the wall, and the occasional two dog barks, just like a scene from a horror movie.

"Auntie, how much?" Xu Canhao carried a large bottle of mineral water and put it on the counter.

"1,700 pieces." The aunt who knocked on the melon seeds glanced at him, and then turned back to watch the variety show.

Xu Canhao knew that she had overcharged 200 yuan, so he didn't care about it and smiled. When he opened the leather bag, he found that there was no change, and he rarely used cash, either he had just taken a brand new 50,000 yuan bill, and the minimum face value in the bag was 5,000 yuan (in the past, South Korea was a country that did not like change, except for chain stores and large supermarkets). In desperation, I took the money and walked around the shop, bought some food, and piled it on the counter.

The aunt turned her head again to look at the things on the counter and said, "It's exactly 5000." After speaking, he stretched out a hand and stared at Xu Canhao. After Chan Ho gave her the money, he pulled the black degraded bag and loaded it for him. I said weakly, welcome to come back next time, and went to watch TV. After Chan Hao left, he glanced back at the door and said to himself viciously, "Sick." I also wear a pair of sunglasses on the big night, and I am not afraid of falling and eating. ”

Carrying a plastic bag and water, I hurried back. I took off my shoes in the outer room, and just raised my eyes, I was startled. Turning on the chandelier at hand, I saw Kim Ki-duk meditating with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Xu Canhao put the things on the side of the bunk, helped Jin Dao back to the bed, and this time helped him take off his coat and cover him on the quilt, wrapping him tightly.

"Whew~ Sweating in winter, the old boy can really toss." Seo Chan-ho wiped the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead with his back, and said goodbye to the sleeping Kim Ki-duk before leaving.

Going down the steep and winding mountain road, it took two or three minutes to arrive at the tent stall where I had just been drinking. It's just that the roadside stall seems to have closed up, but Xu Canhao gave his uncle 20,000 yuan with food and wine money, and asked him to help watch the car, how can he be so untrustworthy? Shaking his head, he rang the lock, only to find that the chewing gum had been glued on the key hole in the door. Immediately after, the familiar sound of metal slamming on the ground came from the dark alleys on both sides.

The three of them are still in the classic gangster posture, hanging their children, standing still ruffianly, blocking Xu Canhao's way.

"Brother, I said this is a high-end car, that trick doesn't work." In the direction of the front of the car on the left, the flat-headed thug dragging an aluminum baseball bat upside down said to the sturdy thug in the middle with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Less TM!" After saying that, he threw away the cigarette butt vigorously, shook his head and signaled to the back of the car with a butterfly knife and constantly playing with flowers, and the down jacket chewing gum stepped forward. The man with the knife nodded, spit out the things in his mouth, and walked towards Xu Canhao domineeringly.

"Do you want money?" Xu Canhao took out a long wallet, held it in his hand half-open, and stretched it out to the gangster.

"Phew~ Who is the stinky boy looking down on?" The thug spat on the car door.

"Yikes! Don't mess my car dirty, you! The gangster boss angrily yelled at his younger brother.

“cae.suo.a.mi.da，… (Excuse me, boss)" The knife-wielding thug turned his head to apologize and salute, and suddenly felt a light hand. Looking back in amazement, the beloved butterfly knife in his hand was already in the man's wallet. This trick was learned by Xu Canhao from the character played by Yuan Bin in "Uncle", which is a very practical knife grabbing method. In the dark night, relying on the faint light not far away, it was impossible to see Xu Canhao's face and his cold eyes.

"Let's go west, Jie Seyi..."The gangster's first feeling was that he felt embarrassed, rather than feeling that his opponent was unusual. He scolded in his mouth, but kept punching in his hands.

"Bang!" Even in his bloated down jacket, the thug couldn't hide the sound of falling to the ground in the silence of the night. Xu Canhao's height of 178, the so-called long legs, raised like a whip, before anyone could react, he saw a black shadow with a strong wind hitting his head, and his head buzzed, and he lost consciousness. "It's because you look down on people too much." Xu Canhaosen spit out a sentence coldly.

The two thugs not far away were stunned and froze for a while. "Ah, Donggu!" The thug in the suit with the stick tried to wake up his companion who fell to the ground, but when he saw that the other party did not react, he became anxious. "Eh~ West Bar Road!" Shouting and raising his bat, he rushed in.

Xu Canhao rushed out without dodging or dodging, and in an instant, he was short, his right arm met him, and passed through the crook of the gangster's right arm, and countered one of his arms. In the blink of an eye, facing his back, his left hand strangled his neck, making him unable to move, and he could only struggle ineffectively. After Xu Canhao restrained the gangsters, the two twisted their bodies to face their boss and said coldly, "You have provoked the wrong person." As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand quickly grabbed the gangster's wrist, and his right knee pressed against the gangster's lower back, breaking his forearm hard.

The bitter crying and scolding shocked the gangster leader again, where did he think that he would encounter such a hard stubble today, and he would be even more ruthless than them. Looking at those who fell to the ground and fell asleep, and looked at those who knelt on the armrests and kept scolding, panting, and unconsciously saw dense sweat on their foreheads. The gangster leader bent down and pulled out the knife from his calf, and finally decided to give it a fight, for the sake of his reputation on the road, he couldn't just run. He approached slowly, and had barely taken two steps when he was frightened by the prey's movements.

Xu Canhao was annoyed by the gangster who was broken his hand, and pulled his hair, he was still scolding. Dragging his head to the car door, the thug had already fallen to the ground on his back, grabbing Xu Canhao's wrist with one hand, and spitting filth from his mouth. "Bang, bang, bang!" There were three roars in succession, and Xu Canhao's knee slammed into the bridge of the man's nose, and the gangsters were silent in an instant. His nose collapsed, his face was covered with blood, and he sat down against the car door like mud, tilted his head, and fell to the ground again. Xu Canhao bent down and touched the depression on the car door, turned around and said to the stunned gangster: "The insurance company will not pay for this kind of autonomous injury, you should pay me." ”

"Eh, West ~ West Bar Road, what are you going to do, Seyi! West Bar Road~" The gangster leader bent down and shouted hysterically at Xu Canhao, disgusting saliva crawling all over his chin. "You're a demon, Seyi, why do you do this to my brother, why! West Eighth Road! The man wept and fell on his knees and howled, and the knife in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

"As I said, you've messed with the wrong people." Xu Canhao's extremely emotional voice was like the voice of the soul in the Nine Secluded Lands in the ears of the gangsters. He entered the play, Xu Canhao was a demon at this time, even if he killed someone, he would only treat it as if it was filming, a life drama.

"ha.ji.ma (don't come here)...", looking at Xu Canhao who was slowly approaching with red eyes, the thug picked up the sharp knife uncontrollably. Hajimalagu (I told you not to come), Seyu! He stood up with difficulty on his knees, holding the sharp knife in both hands and pointing tremblingly, ignoring Xu Canhao, who came up. Go to hell! Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the gangster raised his knife and stabbed Xu Canhao in the neck.

Xu Canhao grabbed the blade expressionlessly, and pulled the palm of his hand straight to the hilt. "Piu (blood)." Xu Canhao smiled and pointed his head at the hand that grabbed the knife for the gangsters to see.

"Eh~" The gangster let go of his hand in fright when he saw his strange appearance. "bi.qi.lu.ma (madman), you're a madman!" The thugs, who had been mentally frustrated, were frightened and only thought about turning around and running away. As soon as he turned around, there was a sharp pain in his right calf. "Ahh The gangster leader hugged his legs, looked at his love knife firmly stuck in it, and screamed in horror.

"Do you want to run before you lose money?" Xu Canhao walked up with a smile, and the blood in the palm of his hand sprinkled a line on the ground along the slender five fingers, like a trickling stream.

"Please, let me go~" The thug cried and begged, trying to shrink back.

"Okay, I'll help you." Xu Canhao looked at the gangster with a smile, and suddenly pulled out the knife.

"Ah~! Lust, woo woo ~ West Eight Colors ..."The thug hugged his legs, knelt on his knees in pain, and kept howling.

"Oh, sorry, forgot it was your stuff." Xu Canhao pretended to be cute and inserted the knife back, but it wouldn't be so accurate.

"Ah~haha... Poof~Hum, um~! West... Bar... Who, who will save me~! "The gangster leader wants to die, and no longer holds his legs, but crawls on the ground with both hands, trying to get away from this madman, or the demon. Blood, tears, saliva, muddy water stained his face.

"I said, I'm here to save you, why do you have to run?" Xu Canhao tilted his head as if he couldn't figure it out, pulled out the sharp knife, and the blood dragged all over his body. All that was left of the thug was a snort, and he couldn't shout anymore. Xu Canhao squatted, grabbed his right heel, and stabbed the knife into the gangster's Achilles tendon. Just as the second knife ran towards his left foot, the surrounding body suddenly lit up.

"Stop! Drop your weapon! I don't know when a police car came behind me, and I didn't hear the whistle, and the white miserable light shone directly on Xu Canhao's bloodstained face. The patrol officer subconsciously touched his waist, but found that he did not have a gun, and the two policemen nervously leaned on carefully.

Xu Canhao had recovered a little at this time, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell into the elongated bloodstain. Seeing this, the police quickly stepped forward and restrained him by the arm and handcuffed him. Then, a police officer looked at the strange scene and the tragic situation of the three gangsters, and quickly called for backup, as well as an ambulance.