Shuai Ned is dead, and the fierce battle is even more defeated, and there is not much left. Just as the red hair was preparing to fight to the death with the little overlord, the police/inspection team that went and returned directly suppressed the remaining remnants of the weak formation in a lightning time with absolute firepower superiority, and successfully arrested the red hair and the little overlord.

A magnificent and grand final showdown has just begun, and the curtain has come to an end, which makes people laugh and cry. The kind of black humor mixed with ridicule and banter has a chill and a sense of lost loneliness in the bloody, messy and twisted corpses that are all over the world.

The police car escorting Hongmao and Xiaobawang came to the entrance of the village, and the police/inspectors knew that after the car went out, they were about to face the bombardment of the media, so they pulled over and took Xiaobawang alone, leaving Hongmao alone with the media reporters. Obviously, Xiaobawang and the police/inspectors still have an unsettled account - the guns that Xiaobawang forcibly seized came from this group of dirty policemen/prosecutors.

The police/prosecutors escorted Xiaobawang to a hidden alley and forced Xiaobawang to hand over all his belongings, but chose to let him live, because they hoped that Xiaobawang could slowly repay his debts later. Subsequently, the police/inspectors walked away, leaving only an empty box for the little overlord.

"Shuained's dead! I'm broke! Grass///rush! The little overlord was furious, venting his negative feelings like a trapped beast. Then the members of the Little Devil Gang emerged from all directions, which made the little overlord rekindle hope, and he hoped to unite with the little ghost head to start robbing again, start the primitive accumulation again, and look forward to a comeback.

However, the little ghosts didn't buy it at all, but pointed the muzzle of the gun in their hands at the little overlord, "This is to avenge our friends!" "Bang, bang, bang," now it's sky! "Bang, bang, bang," it's time for us to take charge! Yes! Ahh The gunshots like firecrackers for the New Year continued to echo in the alley, the little ghosts ran happily, and the little overlord lay motionless on the ground, hiding behind the broken walls of the alley, only revealing a pair of calves, hanging in dead silence, and all life disappeared in the bleak sunshine.

He was beautiful in life, but after he died, he was lonely, leaving nothing, no one came to collect his body, and no one even knew who he was.

Joel suddenly remembered Benny.

Ah Cannon hid in a shelter on the side of the street, trying to record the whole process of the fire with his camera, and when a roll of film ran out, he hurriedly replaced it with a new one, and then the police/inspector appeared. When he noticed that several policemen/inspectors were escorting the little overlord to leave alone, he began to chase after him with his own feet, using his knowledge of the City of God to run quickly through the streets and alleys, and finally found his target behind a lattice window lattice.

Ah Cannon quickly pressed the shutter and recorded the true face of every policeman/inspector present, recorded the picture of them collecting the cash from the little overlord, recorded the moment when they released the little overlord, recorded the moment when the little ghosts besieged the little overlord, recorded the face of the little ghost head that became hideous because of excitement, and recorded the little legs of the little overlord who lost his vitality......

The fast and joyful samba drum beat vibrates in the air, and the camera of Ah Cannon wanders and runs and aims, and the crisp sound of "click, click" seems to be a natural drum beat, intertwined with the melody, cutting the coherent timeline into frame-by-frame photographs, allowing the flowing time to condense into a fixed picture. In the end, I saw the little overlord who fell in a pool of blood, the little overlord who once frightened Ah Pao, but at this time it has become a hornet's nest with no signs of life.

Ah Pao stood in place, a little dazed, but still took a step out of the alley. But the picture in the film is frozen for eternity.

Ah Pao began to look at the film negatives he had taken, "This one can get me a job," it was a photo of Xiaobawang's tragic death; "This one made me famous, even on the cover of a magazine," it was a photo of the police/detective making a deal with Xiaobawang. "I don't have to worry about the little overlord anymore, but what about the strips?"

The next day, the newspaper headlined, "The scoundrel who proclaimed himself the leader of the City of God was shot and killed." Ah Pao made his choice, he became an intern at the newspaper, and took a solid step towards his dream.

The city of God, which has returned to peace, has ushered in a new group of rulers, the Imp Gang. The group of imps, whose average age was no more than ten years old, strolled through the streets, awkwardly holding pistols in their hands, and talking in high spirits.

"Coco robbed three families in Bara."

"It's better to kill him."

"Who killed Roger?"

"It's beef."

"Kill that bitch!"

"We should also kill the sheriff and Glingo."

"Cheng, let's go together. We kill two, you kill three! ”

"What about the cherries?"

"It's decided!"

"Have you heard of the Red Brigades?"

"No, but it's right to kill."

"Who can write?"

"I'll do a little."

"We can make a blacklist and kill them all!"

Joel only felt a little suffocation in his chest, the indescribable dullness that made it difficult to breathe. Watching the conversation of this group of imps is just a simple life conversation for them, as if the first graders are discussing homework and bad school life this week; But the facts that leaked out of this conversation were chilling.

This is a group of uneducated children who can't even write; Killing is a matter of course for them, and they don't understand what the so-called "authority" is, and what bullets can solve is the last word; They are lawless, have no legal constraints, and have no moral bottom line, as if they are the masters of the world; They don't want to work, they don't want to study, they don't even want to have a better life - or they don't know what a better life is, robbery and murder seem to be heaven......

That's the scariest part, and it's this fateful repetition that really kills all hope in the slums than the turmoil and darkness of the chaos. This group of little ghosts who carry the hope of the future, in their world, can not find the light of hope, their perception of the world comes from the rampant domineering of the little overlord, from the strong confrontation of the red hair, from the struggle and sinking of Shuai Ned, the life they know is "good people can't move an inch, bad people win the world". And so it becomes a vicious circle, generation after generation, that strangles hope in the cradle and allows the tragedy of the City of God to repeat itself endlessly.

What is more terrible than the absence of hope? Is it giving up hope? No, it should be that you are not aware of the existence of hope, that you are not aware that you are in hell, that you should take your life for granted, that you should live in a huge world and always imprison yourself in a square inch......

Joel thinks so.

The coldness and gore in the understatement were almost gone, completely suppressed in the laughter and scolding, but Joel felt an indescribable surge of emotion—anger, fear, worry, confusion, sadness...... And despair.

"What about the giants?" Someone in the head of the little ghost asked.

A kid about four or five years old trotted all the way to the mouth of the alley, but because he ran so fast, his slippers fell off, and he had to come back to pick them up. After putting it on, he ran again, only to fall off again, which made him helpless to stop again, which made the little ghosts impatient and coaxed, and he spread his hands loudly and responded in a disdainful gesture, causing a light laugh.

Then, at last, he put on his shoes, chased after him, and joined the imps. He is the next generation after the little ghost.

"I forgot what I said, I'm not called Ah Pao now, I'm Wilson Rodriguez, a photographer."

The jazz-hippie melody sounded, and the absurd music had a hint of playfulness, excitement, and dark humor, making the whole atmosphere light, as if all the qiē that had just happened was just a dream.

This should indeed be a dream, because this is just a movie. But in the midst of that cheerful melody, a picture appeared on the big screen, with the actors from the movie on the left and the real-life prototype on the right. This qiē is telling every viewer that this is not a simple movie, this is a story based on real life.

The movie even directly played the clip of Shuai Ned's interview with the TV station after being shot and hospitalized, and the lines were exactly the same, not a word of it was changed. This sense of realism instantly transforms the film into a documentary immediacy, and the emotion of shock and fear suddenly invades.

"Bang la beep", the playful melody sounded again, subtitles appeared on the big screen, and the list of actors slowly rose.

Joel sat quietly in his seat, all the thoughts in his mind tangled together, and he felt that his head was so full that it almost exploded. At this moment, Joel finally understood Lance's intentions, and the story-like style of storytelling combined with the documentary style of real narration showed the appearance of the "City of God" little by little.

Cannon, Overlord, Benny, Shuained, Redhair...... Mao, dumb, and ...... Even Angelica, Tiago, steak, Otto...... These characters, regardless of priority, are so clear and unambiguous in Joel's mind that behind each character can sketch a piece of the puzzle of the City of God story, and then complete the blueprint of the entire story.

Joel couldn't help but close his eyes, let out a long breath, and then turned his head to look at Ethan beside him, only to find that Ethan had fallen into deep contemplation, and his eyebrows were full of thoughts. Joel couldn't help but look around, and then he noticed a very interesting thing: almost all the faces of the people around him showed solemn or profound expressions, and they were caught up in their own thoughts, and that kind of intense reflection could find similar traces in almost everyone.

Because of this, the subtitles of the movie have scrolled up for about two minutes, but there is still silence in the cinema, no one stands up, no one speaks, and no one leaves, as if they are enjoying the film's Brazilian-style ending song. Each one sat quietly in his place, motionless.

Joel really couldn't help but laugh, then stood up and stirred his hands, "Smack! Smack! ”

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