One day, I had a whimsical idea to watch the secret garden of Hollywood, and I thanked Miss Angela Mason for giving me inspiration hahaha. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the following is the text.

In the hallway, a cute girl seems to be looking for something. The girl scratched her head, and suddenly heard something, she quickly pricked up her ears to find the source of the sound, but there was no more, and then she listened carefully, and came out again, the sound came from behind the door of the conference room, and it only came out a little after two or three minutes, as if she was explaining something.

Angela leaned over and put her ear to the door and listened, but still couldn't hear what was being said, she thought about it, reached out and gently pulled the doorknob, and a slight sound opened the door, and the girl stuck out her tongue, and a feeling of excitement about the success of the thief came to her heart, and she quickly pushed open a crack and crept in.

The lights were off in the conference room, it was dark, there were about four or five people sitting, there was a screen in front of it, and a camera player in the middle, hitting the beam of light, was playing some black and white film.

Was it just recently filmed? Edited out so quickly? Angela sneaked up on someone with doubts, looked at the big screen, and when she saw what it was, a huge hand immediately pinched her heart!

In the picture, there is a person, a person who is so thin that he only has a skin on his body, staggering through the ruins with the support of several soldiers, even if it is black and white, but the bones, especially the ribs, are clearly visible! Following the camera to switch to the middle of a row of corpses, many of the corpses are still wide-eyed, especially after giving a close-up, they can even see the cracks in the corners of the violent eyes!

Just as the maiden queen retreated, shocked and hated by the deepest evil among humans, she found herself in a state of darkness. The original hallway was not visible at all, and the only light source that could be seen was the reflection of the screen behind the door in front of it. She took a step back, but tripped over something under her feet, and at the same time she groaned in pain, it caught the attention of the people in the room. "Hey! Angela! How are you here! Turn off the projector! Turn it off! "The big director first saw clearly who was the girl who hit something in the back and bent over and twitched.

However, the projector cannot be turned off...... The producer who jumped up couldn't find the power source, and it didn't work to press the switch. Concentration camp documentaries collected from all over the world are still playing on the screen. "Hell! What's going on! Turn it off! ”

It was at this time that Angela, who was held by her assistant, found that the door was closed without anyone controlling her. The noise suddenly disappeared - there was only reflection on the screen in the room, but it was enough to see everyone's mouth moving, but there was no sound at all. The light and shadow flickered, and in the bright and extinguished beams, only the rustling sound of the projector echoed, and the black and white blurred picture on the screen moved.

Everyone was amazed, "This ...... What's going on. A hoarse voice rang out, and even the violinist, the owner of the voice, was startled by his own very different tone. But all of a sudden, everyone heard something other than the rustling, a very soft but very regular breathing sound.

The sound of breathing came from the darkness, and since the only light source in the room was now a projector, light and darkness were unpredictable. Everyone in the room could tell that the breath was coming from the darkest corner. Everyone was looking at it - including Miss Angela, who had just recovered and kept herself from watching the documentary that was still playing.

The darkest corners are not devoid of light, and the reflection of the screen can still make it a little brighter. All the people, all the people who were sighted, saw a pair of pupils that reflected light. At this time, it happens that the tone of the documentary is a bright color during the day, so the reflected light is much larger. Angela saw the face of a man, with short, perfectly neatly combed brown hair, eyes of the same tone, and an extremely handsome, thin face. "Aryans." That's the feeling of almost everyone -- they've seen a lot of looks and hairstyles lately -- in those posters of the past..... In order to shoot Schindler's list, the crew collected a lot. The Aryan face with the brown hair was a little strange, but no one in the room thought about it in particular, and their only thought was, "Who is he?" How did he get in? ”

And at this time, everyone finally noticed the other body parts of this man...... The color of the uniform is very dark, almost dark green, so I can't see it in the dark. But the silver badge on the uniform was very clear—from a small yellow metal phalanx epaulette on the shoulder, to a silver skull on one side of the collar and a silver triple star on the other, and finally a large-brimmed hat on the table—a silver eagle emblem with a skull badge underneath. Everyone has seen a lot of this kind of dress lately, which is the typical uniform of the concentration camp troops of the Third Reich. "Which actor slipped in in costume?" This thought was dispelled in just a moment, no actor would do this, and this person was so handsome that it was impossible for everyone not to be impressed.

Everyone's eyes were on this handsome and mysterious man, who looked at the screen in front of him and did not look away for a long time. Angela saw the coldness and satisfaction in the man's eyes, the indescribable fear and satisfaction that made people's bones seem to be immersed in ice water, and even a trace of joy and longing. Then the man turned his head, and his cold eyes looked at everyone in the room, and suddenly there was emotion in those eyes—a smiling, joking look. Someone tried to speak, but the man held out a white gloved index finger, which was placed in front of his lips and made a quiet motion.

The corners of the man's mouth turned up slightly, and a smile appeared, and then his fingers bent and pointed in the direction of the screen, making a gesture for everyone to watch a movie......

This action seemed to have infinite magic, and everyone's heads looked at the screen in the direction of that finger as if they were controlled by an invisible silk thread. The black-and-white screen is a horrific scene, as those in military uniforms watch as if they are doing trivial work, as the people in prison uniforms pull open the lattices of crematoriums, pull the ashes of the victims directly down with iron hooks, and then put new victims on them and push them into the hearth....... And one of those soldiers in military uniforms made everyone's pupils dilate.

Although it is black and white, and it is a little blurry, the contrast of the characters is extremely clear and sharp, and on one side of the picture, the man standing and smiling is exactly the same as the man sitting behind the table right now, even the uniform on his body! The film kept switching, and now the picture was not at all what was in the tape that should have been on the projector - it was the massacre of the crazy Eastern Front Einsatzgruppen, and standing above the rows of corpse graves and smiling down - it was the same man, this handsome man, with a smile.

Now, people felt their cervical spine stiffen, as if they were turning to the position where the man was sitting with a gurgling sound. The handsome man stood up, propped his hands on the table, leaned forward and looked at the screen, "Tagdererinnerung!" A very soft voice sounded, and then the man receded into the darkness, and the last thing everyone saw was the smile on his lips.

The sound was still echoing through the room, very soft, very soft. But the picture has turned snow-white - the tape is finished. The lights came on suddenly, and everyone noticed that the faces of the others were pale, but there was no trace of the man in the room, as if he had never existed. The door slammed against each other, and it was only then that the most daring assistant stood up, pushed the door open, and looked out into the hallway, which was already lit up again and empty.