Chapter Seventy-One: Beloved Eternal Life (I)

Mito then opened the projector's casing and looked inside.

There happened to be a videotape inserted in it, a film-type videotape, which looked extremely old.

"What is this?"

Chinatsu watched Mito Hayato pull out the tape, and she wanted to read out the kanji written on the tape, but it was obviously too difficult for her.

On the videotape, in black bizarre pen, it reads "Showa 50, October. 】

【Beloved Eternal Life】

"Fifty years of Showa, 1975." Mito Hayato did a simple calculation.

In the modern life of the book, whenever there is a major event, it is still recorded with the era name of the time.

For the videographer, the tape should have an extremely important special significance.

This is a videotape from more than 40 years ago, and now it is lying peacefully in the projector under the missing rock.

"Did you use a projector on the night when Ichihei disappeared?" Mito put the tape back in place and turned on the power button on the projector.

"I don't know, I went to sleep at the time, Yiping watched a variety show, and I don't know if I used a projector later." Maiko Iwasita asked with some fear, "Does Issepei's disappearance have anything to do with this tape?" ”

There is always a vague connection between video tapes and paranormal events, which is set in urban legends.

A female ghost came out of a videotape screen, which is a well-known ghost movie plot.

Even the priest suspected that there was something wrong with the tape, and maybe Ippei had encountered this kind of thing.

Maiko Iwashita's eyes are full of fear when she looks at the videotape, and she is afraid that one day the TV will flash with snowflakes and a female ghost will crawl out.

"I don't know, maybe there's no problem. Miss Iwashita, open the door, I'm going to take a look at this tape. ”

Maybe there's no problem, but the other way around, maybe there's a problem.

Hearing Mito Hayato's words, Maiko Iwashita hurriedly opened the door, and at the same time opened all the curtains and windows in the living room with anxiety.

Why do you want to open the door? I don't want to jump straight from the stairs.

Anyway, this is the second floor of the apartment, even if you jump from the window, there is no problem.

"Whew."

Taking a deep breath, Mito turned on the projector, ready for a flash of light in his hand.

No matter what kind of demons and monsters it is, a righteous light will definitely be accurate and exceeding.

"Crackle~"

After a projection shook on the white wall, a black-and-white video appeared on the wall.

Although there were color films in the 70s, it was not so developed in the film industry, and it was normal for some small-budget films to use poor black and white quality.

As the movie slowly played, Mito Hayato understood why the movie was black and white.

[The film is produced by the Film Hobby Department, Faculty of Arts, Faculty of Arts, Shomoto University]

A line of handwritten words swayed on the wall.

It turned out to be a small film made by a group of college students, and it would be strange if it could be made in color.

And if it is really an epic movie that will go down in history, it is estimated that it will not be the turn of Yiping to get the master tape.

After the subtitles, a college campus scene appears on the screen, with retro buildings, chronological head shapes, and students shuttling back and forth, and then the scene shifts to a man with a wavy head.

Although this hairstyle is worth complaining about now, it should have been quite fashionable in those days.

And even with such a hairstyle worth complaining about, the actor's appearance is still very durable.

Mito Hayato comforted himself like this: "It must be because black-and-white photos and black-and-white films have their own beautiful picture effects, so you don't have to take it to heart." ”

If he were to make this little black and white movie, he would definitely be more handsome and outstanding than the actor.

"Mito-sama, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, keep watching."

The cinematic techniques of the '70s were rudimentary, there were no great storytelling, and due to the lack of radio, the dialogue between the characters had to be carried out with flashing black and white subtitles.

But looking at it, Mito Hayato couldn't help but want to yawn: "It's such a boring movie, it's a shame that they came up with the idea to shoot this thing." ”

This movie ...... It's too boring, to be precise, it's too literary, it's basically expressing the handsome protagonist's feelings about everything around him, and the sadness of some things, the only highlight may be the description of the Red Army in that era, but that's all.

After a period of inexplicable plots, the male and female protagonists sat together in the library on campus and talked.

The men are handsome and the women are handsome, and their appearance is very durable in the crowd.

[Asako, I had a terrible nightmare. 】

What kind of dream is it? 】

[I dreamed that in my old age, I was still fantasizing about the unattainable, immersed in the fantasies that had disappeared, just like I am now. 】

[Isn't that good?] At least in old age, you still love what you love. 】

[Perhaps.] The actor spoke.

Mito Hayato has already dozed off with real watching, but it was also a movie from the 70s, and at that time, there was no strict censorship, so you couldn't shoot something tense and exciting?

Like this and that, and like that.

However, it is impossible for a group of high-achieving students from this university to shoot something that shocks the eyeballs, and they have their own pride.

Just as the boring movie was still playing, the sound of walking came from the door of Iwashita's house.

"Is this Iwashitahira's home?"

An elderly man with gray hair and glasses stood at the door of the apartment.

Since the door had been left open, he could clearly see the movie playing in the room.

"Ah, yes, this is Iwashita Taira's home, but Ichihei ......" Maiko Iwashita bowed politely.

"Missing, huh?" The old man said with a grim expression, "I'm the supervisor of his film crew, Ping Zhensheng, and I've heard about him." ”

The supervision of the film crew is not a big cadre in the TV station, and he has a lot of power.

"It's the Pingzhen Overseer, I've heard Yiping mention your name, and he admires you very much."

"Hmm." Ping Zhensheng nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, but I'm not here to express my condolences on behalf of the TV station today, I'm here to get back the videotape he borrowed from me." ”

Ping Zhensheng looked at the movie that was playing the picture of sad spring and sad autumn, and his face was unwavering: "It's what is being played on TV." ”

Mito Hayato's eyes, which were still dozing, widened suddenly, and he stood up and said with burning eyes, "I'm sorry, but the relationship between this tape and you is ......"

"......" Ping Zhensheng slowly walked into the room, and said nostalgically, "This is a movie shot by Contemptible people decades ago, and most of the positions of the movie protagonist, script, and director are done by Contemptible himself. ”

I just complained that this movie is extremely boring, but I didn't expect the main owner to hit the door like this!