Max collapsed, Max completely collapsed, in the twists and turns, in the passing of life after life, in the mental struggle of second after second, he finally collapsed. So, Max snatched Vincent's handbag without hesitation, threw the laptop and all the materials in the bag off the flyover, and was crushed to pieces by a passing truck.

Max angered Vincent, who had always been unfazed, and his rage swept over in an instant, as if he would pull the trigger and solve Max in the next second—for him, life had no meaning at all; But it was only a momentary outburst, and then the anger subsided like a tidal wave, and he forcefully suppressed his feelings and refocused his attention on the two remaining tasks of the night.

"Even if he got it right, would you let him go?" Max was forced to sit in the driver's seat again, looking at Vincent through the rearview mirror, motionless, and roaring angrily.

Vincent knew that he was talking about the owner of the jazz bar just now, and he asked a question, saying that if the owner answered the question correctly, he would let him go, but alas...... Vincent's affection didn't seem to have completely calmed down, frowning slightly, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes, he squirmed his lips, as if he wanted to answer, as if he was thinking again. But Max didn't give him a chance, "No need to answer, your actions have already given the answer." This is the second time that Max has resisted Vincent so strongly, and it can even be said that it is accusatory, Max retracted his gaze, looked at the road ahead, and after venting his feelings, his whole body suddenly cooled down, as if he was disheartened, and muttered in a low voice, "You are the servant in Rashomon." ”

Vincent looked at Max silently, did not speak, the psychedelic light circulating outside the window made the whole world seem unreal and isolated, only the hum of the engine echoed in the air, the brief silence formed a huge contrast with the turmoil just now, but made the thoughts stir in the air.

Rashomon.

Javier's pupils widened suddenly, and hundreds of thoughts burst out almost instantly, but before he could sort it out, the whole person involuntarily followed the flowing light and stayed in the unknown taxi. There are two kinds of silence in this world, one silence leads to death, and the other silence leads to an explosion, and where does this moment of silence lead Vincent and Max towards?

"Sedan?" Vincent broke the silence, as if it were just small talk, but with a hint of disdain and ridicule on his lips, he was talking about Max's mother, who had always thought her son was doing a limousine service instead of a taxi.

Max glanced at Vincent impatiently, "Don't start. ”

"I'm not the one who lies." Vincent leaned forward slightly, his vicissitudes and grim countenance exposed to the light, and the taunts and provocations between his eyebrows danced slowly like dust.

Max squinted and glanced in the rearview mirror, disgust and disgust rolling under his eyes, and his tone was very stiff, "She listened to what she wanted to hear, and I didn't mislead her." ”

Javier finds the film more and more interesting, and the lights change again, as if they were separated between the two men like a wall, but now they are divided into two strands, faintly moving outward, so that both Vincent and Max are completely exposed to the blurred light, and every detail of their expressions is exposed; At the same time, the confrontation between Vincent and Max also began to gradually tilt, for example, this time it was Vincent who was the first to talk, and Max was always impatient, which was reversed from the previous situation, Vincent's cold and professional image was also cracked little by little after the anger just now, although it cannot be said that the two people had reached a balance, but the momentum change was indeed happening quietly.

"No matter what I say, she'll feel like it's not good enough, always." Max's feelings are a little complicated, with a hint of hesitation in his depression and a hint of helplessness in his irritability.

Vincent's gaze fell on Max, from sharp to peaceful, then lowered his eyes and looked straight ahead, "They will project their inadequacies onto you." The deep voice slowly fermented in the colorful light, "When they are dissatisfied with themselves and their lives, they will vent on you." ”

The fragility that leaked out in that moment made Javier ponder, and he found a wound between Vincent's eyebrows that would not heal for a long time. Vincent tells his story lightly, the early death of his mother, the constant beating of his drunken father, his childhood between his foster family and his father's house, constant abandonment, and finally at the age of twelve, he killed his father.

There was silence, there was silence in the screening room, and the scars behind the sin silenced all the controversy.

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But Javier did not overturn his thoughts lightly, he always felt that the fragility of the moment just now was the most real wound in Vincent's heart; But at the same time, Havel once again remembered the Rashomon mentioned by Max just now - the difficulties you have endured and the pain you have borne cannot be a reason for you to do evil, and everyone selfishly defends themselves, then there is no crime in this world, and every crime can find a corresponding reason. There is pity for those who hate them.

This movie seems to be far from being as simple as imagined.

Under Vincent's threat, Max personally visits Felix, the mastermind behind the scenes, to ask for information about the last two targets; At the same time, the FBI, which was closely monitoring Felix, also discovered Max, and they mistook Max for Vincent, and Fanning's LAPPD's Trafficking/Drug Division also connected all the clues, and found Felix by Shunto, and then converged with the FBI, and found that the three people killed tonight were all witnesses to the same case - the case that will be heard tomorrow.

All the clues are connected.

In the face of the awe-inspiring Felix, Max was almost powerless, retreating and crushing, which made Javier's palms can't help but start sweating, worried that after Max Lu was out of his way, Felix simply killed the innocent taxi driver. But at the last moment, Max broke the kettle and fought back, and before the opponent was about to draw his gun, the momentum exploded, regained control of the situation, and successfully obtained the information of the remaining two targets.

Javier was already completely dumbfounded, this is ...... Reims? That director Lancelot-Strello? He took Max's emotions to the extreme, from cramped and cowardly to sabre-rattling, imminent, and then to irreversible and explosive, the eyes hidden behind the thick lenses were vividly displayed, leading Javier on a thrilling roller coaster, holding his breath the whole time, lest he miss a single detail.

What's even more rare is that Javier can't help but start thinking: What kind of person is Max? He grew up carrying his mother's hopes, but he was just an ordinary person in the city who did nothing; He dreamed of owning his own car company, but he sat in a taxi for twelve years; He was strict with himself and meticulous, and did not even dare to resist the exploitation of his superiors, but he was coerced by a professional killer and involved in this absurd incident......

Max's character was laid out for an hour, and then completed its transformation in this scene, and was completely presented in front of him. What a strong acting skill and what a deep understanding of the characters it requires, and Lance accomplished this feat almost without moving, amazing! Still amazed!

The misty light in the night gives all the Qiē an aura of mystery, and Max carries Vincent to the club to snipe at the next target; The FBI teamed up with Fanning's Los Angeles Police Department to stop Max and Vincent. The two sides finally met in the club, and the fragmented images, unpredictable lighting, turbulent perspectives, and fast and sharp editing instantly exploded all the adrenaline, and the scenes, which were different from the traditional commercial action movie style but fit the development route of genre films, swept over like a tsunami, completely detonating the 80-minute pent-up love.

In the end, Vincent kills his target, and kills Fanning, who has almost smelled the air of freedom, but is once again dragged by Vincent into the dark sea. Under the coercion of Vincent's black hole muzzle, Max turned his head to look at the door of the crowded club, the throbbing noise and colorful neon made all the qiē blurred, and passed in ten times the slow motion, and a calm despair burst out between Max's eyebrows—two contradictory feelings mixed harmoniously in that silence.

It was as if he saw the end of his life.

Max once again got into a cab and drove Vincent out of the chaos to solve the last target. Taxis drive quietly on the wide roads of Los Angeles, like dolphins shuttling across the ocean, streamlined lines of light and shadow sliding in parallel; The world outside the window gradually brightened, and in the hazy glow, you could see the night outlining the city's skyline, and the tall palm trees became clearer and clearer in the lemon-colored street lamps......

Unconsciously, the beam of light in the center of the taxi disappeared, the wall between Vincent and Max disappeared completely, the bright light outside the carriage seemed to imprison the two people in this claustrophobic space, the darkness in the center of the ghost light entangled the fate of the two people, and the details of the expressions on the faces of the two people were swallowed up by the darkness little by little, and only a few traces could be captured by the quiet and oppressive light outside the car window.

Silence fell again, but there was still no one ahead. (To be continued.) )