There were a lot of exhalations in the small screening room, and the guests who didn't know the plot were struggling on the verge of life and death with the abducted people in the past hour, although they were only in a small warehouse, they had ups and downs, and unexpected changes continued to impact people's hearts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The majestic "Triumphal March" becomes eerie, the blood of the corpses on the ground is converging, Busa stands motionless, Tucker and Antina on the right dance their hands in response, and the tall boy at the door also twists up, swinging his guns in both hands to celebrate the "victory".

After dancing for a while, the music gradually stopped, and Tiana asked in a trembling voice, "Can we go?" Tucker also asked, "Yes?"

The boy's face was already very calm, without the fierce and evil spirit he had before, no one knew what he was thinking, he said: "The last game for survivors, no one will be hurt, you can all go after playing." Tiana and Tucker suddenly became alarmed again, and said, "The game of repentance." ”

He kicked Michelle's phone at Tucker's side, and it passed between the bodies of Euceline, Fry, and Stephen, and stopped at Tucker's feet covered in blood.

"Pick up your phone and call the person you've bullied and say you're sorry. The boy said, "Please go outside, don't lie to me, don't do stupid things." Tucker, you come first. ”

Tucker frowned and kept looking at the boy, and then bent down to pick up the phone, his hands covered in blood. The boy said again: "I know you like to smash Joseph Burke with a basketball and call him with the number 9167052574." Tucker listened as he dialed out.

This made the audience wonder, who is Joseph Burke's friend of the boys?

There was a beeping sound from the mobile phone, and after a few sounds, in the increasingly depressing atmosphere, there was a connecting sound.

"Hello?" said a suspicious young boy on his phone.

"Hello Joseph Burke... I'm Tucker Statham. Tucker's tone was normal. The smiling boys didn't even point their guns at them. Joseph Burke was even more surprised: "Oh, hello... What's the matter?" Tucker's demeanor was clearly feigned sincere: "I want to say sorry to you, I usually like to joke... I like to bully people, like hitting you with a basketball...... I was wrong, I'm sorry!" his throat slid down, clearly apprehensive that his apology was similar to Fry's.

"Oh. The voice coming from the phone was not salty or light, "Okay." Is that all?"

The camera swept over the crowd with different expressions, and Tucker tried his best to laugh passionately and said, "I used to be a bastard, and I won't anymore!" Joseph, I'm very sorry, please forgive me. Joseph suddenly rushed a little: "You're trying to trick me again, man, I haven't messed with you! ”

The call was hung up, and Tucker's dry smile was even more forced.

"Give the phone to Tiana. The boy said calmly.

Tiana on Tucker's right took the phone, this time the boy didn't command, between the multi-angle camera clips, she dialed a number, and Iola's head was already bleeding in a big pool, the pupils of the blue left eye were dilated, and the right eye was a blood hole.

There was a sound of connection, and a young girl's voice came from the phone: "Hello?"

"Alice, it's my ......" Tiana's voice couldn't help but tremble a little. Tucker suddenly rushed at her, motioning "Don't kill everyone!" and almost snatched her phone. Tiana struggled to compose. But Alice asked suspiciously, "Who?" Tiana hurriedly said, "Tiana Miller, I'm sorry, I laughed at you for being stupid in science class yesterday." ”

"Oh!" Alice snapped, "Tiana, it's nothing, I don't care, I'm stupider than you." ”

Tiana panicked, the boy's calm remained unchanged, she apologized again and again: "No, you are a great person, I'm sorry, I'm sorry anyway!" Alice laughed and said: "It's nothing, don't I still call you nerds, don't you joke with each other......" Tiana said: "Yes, I think so, but I think... Some shouldn't. Can you forgive me?"

"Well, we're still friends. Alice laughed, and it didn't sound like she cared much, "Oh! That's it for now? ”

"See you later......" Tiana didn't finish speaking, and the call had been hung up. Although Alice's attitude was better than Joseph's, she didn't mean to be reasonable.

Regardless of whether the bully cares or not, how can the victim who has really been deeply hurt choose to forgive?

Repentance and forgiveness are not just a "sorry" and "nothing", can they erase the pain?

The boy didn't speak. Tiana stretched out her phone to Busa over there. Busa stood there and didn't go over to take it, did she have someone to apologize to? Busa suddenly whispered: "Tiana, I'm sorry, I bullied you just now...... then Tiana's expression was stiff, compared to Bussa's bullying is nothing, she replied: "I don't think anything that happened in this warehouse counts...... she didn't dare to continue." Tucker clearly agrees with Tiana's words.

"You've all seen what you can do. That's the point. The boy spoke again.

All three looked at him, and he gradually smiled evilly, "You can all go, they go to hell, and you go to heaven." ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the three of them changed suddenly, Busha was stunned, Tiana was frightened, Tucker blushed and his neck was thick like thunder: "You said you left !! alive"

"That at least makes you a good person. The boy smiled and spread out his gun-wielding hands, and the fierce and stubborn spirit of the torch eyebrows.

The atmosphere inside and outside the screen suddenly fell into the abyss again.

"You!!" Tucker was already furious, since there was no hope of getting out alive, of course he couldn't suppress the grief and anger in his belly, his eyes widened, and he scolded frantically: "You poor fat pig!! loser! You have a gun, but you will always be a loser, I am the captain of the basketball team, you are a loser!!"

When Tucker scolded You-Poor-Fat-Pig, the second movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony suddenly exploded, so unexpected, amazing, shocking!

"Loser, loser, loser!!Fat pig, monster !!"

In Tucker's insults, the frontal camera quickly pushed towards the boy, his evil face was completely stunned, and a series of flashback shots quickly appeared:

The short, ugly, dirty fat man was grabbed by Fry in the school boys' bathroom, the fat man was snatched by Thomas in the hallway, Michelle was chewing gum angrily, and Iola smiled as he walked by, and the fat man sat on a roadside bench with the skinny boy who would talk awkwardly in the support of his peers, and was thrown into a basketball by Tucker and his gang, and couldn't dodge;

The fat man was tidying up at the locker in the hallway, Busa ran past with a stack of invitations in both hands, and Euselyn walked by scolding, the fat man took out an invitation from the trash can, the fat man looked in front of the bedroom mirror, and in the mirror was a tall and handsome boy......

Schoolboy... It's all this fat man! The guests in the small screening room were so shocked that they opened their mouths, and all the previous emotions and opinions were subverted!

When the camera returns to the warehouse, the wicked, crazy and tall boy full of badass charm is already his original face, a short, ugly, dirty and frustrated fat man.

"I'm a monster!! but you made this monster !!!!!" the fat boy roared angrily, the guns in both hands were aimed in Tucker's direction, and as he strode forward, he pulled the trigger of the Tec-9 submachine gun in his left hand, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly burst into flames, bang!!

One by one, the shells were thrown into the air, and Tucker was already beaten to the point that his whole body was convulsed and swayed, and blood and flesh were splashed on his head and body, bang!!

Blood was spurting, shredded flesh was flying, and Tucker's handsome face was tattered and blurred in horror and pain, and his knees were bent down and he slowly fell to the ground......

Bang bang !! fat boy was still shooting, shouting frantically as he walked: "It's you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It is you who change the hearts of individuals with hatred,

It is you who destroy an individual's life with your might,

It was you who killed them invisibly!

The law restricts the strong from bullying the weak, and even more so from the weak from resisting the strong!

But tonight, I'm the law!!

But what happened tonight isn't exactly the law of the jungle you've been playing!?

The camera is all about it, the terrified Busa looks at the door of the warehouse, and looks at the fat boy who walked to Tucker's corpse, and she suddenly runs to the door! The symphony is roaring heavily, and the ugly fat boy over there changes a magazine to the micro flush, and pulls the trigger on the head of Tucker's corpse on the ground, bang!

The gunshots continued continuously, and pieces of flesh and blood were splashed!

Tiana was already shivering and sat on the edge of the sofa, unable to crawl. Busa rushed out of the warehouse, in the foreground, she rushed forward in a panic, but after a few steps she fell to the ground, the thumping gunshots were still heard, flashing the ugly face of the fat boy, Busa got up on her hands and feet, maybe the fall made her sober up a little, she ran to her bike, pushed it on, and staggered away......

Under the night sky, on the country road, Busa pedaled her bicycle, her long stray blonde hair fluttering in the wind, and she was far away from the farm warehouse.

The audience exhaled a little.

The gunfire stopped, turning into the clatter of empty magazines. The camera returns to the warehouse, in the middle and close-up of the elevation angle, the fat man's ugly face is stained with blood, his facial features are very distorted in the fat meat, and he lets out a series of "hey, hey, hey" weird laughs. In the close-up, I saw his saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face became more and more hateful and disgusting.

When the camera pans over Tucker on the ground, his head is crumbling into a skull filled with a pile of broken flesh, surrounded by spreading blood and rolling bullet casings.

"Hahaha! Wow!!hahaha!" The crazy but cool laughter before was now only ugly, the fat man's eyes moved, and the subjective camera saw Tiana on the side of the sofa looking completely frightened, and the big puddle of water stains under her body, she was already frightened and incontinent.

Her subjective camera only saw a pair of fat feet walking, she just instinctively cried and mourned "please" over and over again, and her mind was not clear.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. The fat man walked up to her and spoke again in a childlike tone, but his face was so awkward, "Let's count three, one." He stretched out a short fat index finger with his left hand, and the slight rush hanging from his shoulder swayed. Tiana trembled violently and said, "One. The fat man's smile looked disgusting and lewd, and he held out his left middle finger again. Tiana trembled: "Second ......" The fat man stretched out his left ring finger again, three fingers. Tiana trembled: "Three ......"

The desert eagle in the fat man's right hand suddenly raised to face her, pulled the trigger, and bang!!

As the gun rang out, Tiana's head burst into a blood mist, and she fell back against the sofa, her head hanging to one side, and there was a large blood hole gushing from the top of her head.

The same execution, completely different perceptions.

The eight influential figures, all dead, all died at the gunpoint of this "poor fat pig".

"You know what, every second of your existence, you're bullying others. ”

Side panorama, the short and fat boy said flatly. He turned to look to the left, looked at the door, and walked up, throwing his pistol as he went, and changed the magazine for Wei Chong, click!

The camera went to the outside of the warehouse, in the front of the distance, when a figure walked out of the warehouse, looking for something, looking left and right, the camera changed to the tall and handsome boy.

This is the image of a fat boy's self-delusion, or the image of narcissism to the extreme.

In the dark triumvirate, narcissism leads to a lack of empathy, a sense of superiority, and the feeling of being overly concerned about oneself and not doing unto others as you would have them do unto you is another source of bullying against others. When the fat man appears in the form of a handsome guy, he is actually controlled by the dark personality, which also inspires the dark personality of the audience.

Just like the peacock in the open screen, the evil handsome guy and the kind fat man are in nature, it must be the evil handsome guy who gets more opportunities to reproduce, and his genes can be continued. The dark personalities of bad boys and bad men are more flamboyant, and they are the most popular among women in the world. And the audience, is there really such a clear distinction between good and evil?

All villains like clowns deserve to die, but they are admired, popular, imitated, and hailed as charismatic villains, why?

People don't hate bad guys, they just hate waste bad guys.

Humans are an animal.

The 70-minute film has entered the third act, and the last 15 minutes are coming, and the guests and audiences in front of the screen are most nervous about Bussa's safety!

The sound of a girl's panicked panting and the sound of a bicycle speeding through the path pierced the night sky. In the far view, Busa rides his bicycle from left to right in the frame. Switching between multiple angles, she slammed the pedal desperately and exhaled heavily. Suddenly, at this moment, a long strange whistle sounded faintly, as if there was nothing, like a nightingale chirping in the distance.

Busa rode faster, her brow furrowed, and the hearts of the audience tugged.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" whistle blew a flirtatious melody, and there was a faint boy's call: "Bussa, Bussa......"

I don't know if it's really coming from the rear or if it's Bussa's auditory hallucinations, but she panicked even more, and the bike pedaled a little crookedly. Suddenly, a dazzling stream of headlights came from behind, illuminating her in the darkness of the night, very close!

In the panoramic view, Busa rushes forward on her bicycle, chasing a Ferrari that looks dark red in the night, and she looks back in fear, her long hair fluttering.

"Bustha, Bussa......" The boy's voice drifted in the wind.

Every sound makes the depression on and off the screen heavier.

Busa turned her head and stepped forward as hard as she could, and she could already see the lights of the town in the distance. But how could a bicycle be better than a sports car? The boy was just teasing her, and within seconds, the car was following closely behind. With the half-body shot, you can clearly see Bustha's panicked expression, the evil smile of the boy in the driver's seat of the sports car behind, and he opened his mouth to call softly: "Bussa, Busa ......"

If it's the United States, why is this a right-hand drive car? Is this a goof? Or is this ugly fat boy insane?

In the panorama from the side, Busa runs from left to right, and the sports car follows closely behind to tease her, and several times almost hits her and then retreats. At this time, "Hunting Polka" sounded, and the second Strauss symphony after "The Blue Danube" at the beginning of the film sounded. Excited, cheerful, crazy, it's a hunt!

The boy spun the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

Although it was expected, the audience's hearts were going to raise their throats.

Busa fell into the field by the roadside, and the vast meadow had no crops, and the end was drowned in darkness, and the huge power rack in the distance seemed to be some kind of monster. The sports car stopped on the side of the road, and Busa stood up in pain, ignoring the bicycle next to her, stumbling forward, and the scene of her running away from the school playground seemed to repeat itself.

The audience was startled, but it was the music of "Hunting Polka", and the hunters began to hunt in the forest.

In the big vista of the front, Busa is on the run, and the sports car on the side of the road suddenly rushes out of the road, rushes into the field, and immediately chases next to Busa who is running desperately. Panorama, with the sports car on the left and the panicked Busa on the right, head side by side. On the side, the boy in the background car looks at Busa in the close-up, laughing and screaming, and slapping the steering wheel frantically.

Run, ordinary people, losers, run!

No matter how you run, you can't outrun this rich second-generation sports car.

In the dark night, a car and a person had already run far away from the road, when the sports car suddenly accelerated forward and stopped sideways in front, and Busha's back was very small. In the close-up view, she gasped blankly, turned around and ran back.

The music became more and more intense, and another bang of gunfire rang out, and before Busa could run far, the sports car rushed up and knocked her away from the back, bang!

Busa rolled on the grass several times before she could stop, lying on the ground in embarrassment, lifting her head and struggling with her hands, but she couldn't get up for a while.

The sports car stopped, and the boy pushed the door open, and walked out of the sports car with the micro rush in his right hand. He walked to Bussa's side, and when he looked up, he could reach the dark night sky with a tall figure of 190 cm, the muzzle of the gun hanging downward, and the long magazine was like the fangs of a monster.

After two or three minutes of chase, the audience was quite out of breath.

The music gradually stopped, and Bussa's gasps were clearly audible, and the faint cries of insects in the fields at night were heard. The boy smiled, "Hello." His over-the-shoulder angle shot, Busa on the ground was still crawling forward slowly, so humble and weak.

"Why didn't you speak?" the boy followed, "Didn't you just speak?"

“... I don't have anything to say to you......" Busha's face was full of tears, blood and mud, cowardice and initial stubbornness, "If you want to kill me, shoot me, don't think about making me again... Do something I don't want to do. Her choked words were full of determination.

"Oh look, aren't you very good at talking?" the boy laughed, and walked two steps after her crawling, and seeing that she didn't speak, he looked up at the night sky, and slapped his right thigh with a slightly rushing gun, looking very bored. He suddenly said, "I just want the bully to experience for himself what we are going through, bit by bit." ”

“... Does that make sense?" Busa struggled to sit up, still not glancing at him.

"Okay, meaning?" the boy's amused tone suddenly became a little excited: "The meaning is to let them feel our feelings!"

Busa asked again, "Does that make sense? I mean, let them feel it, what's the point of doing this?" The boy became more and more excited: "I want those arrogant guys to see what they can become, I want to give them back those pains, a little more, but a little less, and their damned families!!!

"Does that make you feel good?" Busa looked up at him, and the stubbornness was growing rapidly.

"Haha!" the boy laughed, but did not answer the question, his expression and voice were cold: "Why do you want to help them speak? Do you really think you belong to them? Don't be stupid!! they are more beautiful, stronger, smarter, and have a better family background...... You think they're the same thing as us? We're different!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Busa gritted her teeth to her feet, "I just know it's wrong for you to do this." ”

"This was normal in ancient times, maybe I'm already a king. "They told you that it was wrong, so they could enslave you forever!!" Busa staggered to her feet, her tone a little tougher: "My parents told me that!"

The boy yelled at her, "Your parents are trash, and so are mine! They have been slaves all their lives, do you understand!?"

Busa limped down the road, "I'm going home... You can go home too. ”

"Stop!" the boy shouted, a narcissistic handsome face was extremely hideous, the image was flickering, the ugly face and the evil face were intertwined, this time his heart was really struggling, "Stop! you take one more step, I will kill you!" Busa continued to stagger without stopping.

Evil Jun's face froze, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped, "Stop!"

The trigger was pulled, a gunshot rang out, and the front was overlooked, and the grass on Bustha's right hand was splashed, and she paused and walked back on.

The boy was even angrier, and let out a rough sound like the roar of a wild beast.

The audience was both refreshed and worried. The boy didn't kill without saying a word like before, apparently because he felt that Busa was the same kind of person as him, that she should be full of hatred, that she should be afraid of the pressure of the gun, that she should applaud him, that she should be manipulated by him...... But now, Busa doesn't.

If you don't fear the darkness, it's nothing.

"Do you really think I won't kill you?" said the boy coldly, carrying a slight charge forward and firing one shot at a time, striding after him.

Bang, bang, bang! "Hunting Polka" sounded over and over again. The boy was chasing Busa in front, the fields on both sides of Busa were splashed by bullets everywhere, her face was not without fear, snorting, and tears fell, a little trembling, but she continued to move forward.

There was another bang, a close-up of the front, as if something had been grazed, and a bloody wound suddenly appeared on Busha's right cheek, and a bullet had just grazed his face.

That boy really had murderous intentions! If she hadn't missed half a point, she would have been shot in the head. The audience held their breath.

In the gradually passionate "Hunting Polka", Busa raised her hand to wipe the blood on her right cheek, her face showed a painful and stubborn look, she pursed her lips and turned around, suddenly rushed towards the boy, waved her blood-stained fist, and yelled loudly with all her strength while rushing: "Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The boys were stunned, and the audience was also stunned.

Busha, who has been cowardly and failed and bullied, she doesn't have Carrie's superpowers, and she doesn't have a boy's gun, but she explodes, she has her strength, her fists. She roared at her bullies, punching at this deadly evil!!!

She is the second person after Thomas to punch a boy,

She didn't take Thomas's hand, but her feminist power was not a self-deprived Iola Cobi, she was rocking !!

Busa punched the boy in the face, and he was beaten to the side, and Busa roared and punched him in the face and head, bang, the seemingly tall and majestic boy who was in fact short and fat was beaten so that he had no power to fight back, or he didn't fight back.

Busa punched him, kicked him, knocked him to the ground, snatched the micro charge from his right hand.

Suddenly, the previous scene was completely reversed, and in the night, Busa was aiming at the boy lying on her side with a slight rush, pressing her right index finger on the trigger, her cheeks bleeding, and her eyes were strong, gasping for air......

The atmosphere of the small screening hall was high, and the audience couldn't help but boil their blood, and the breath that was suppressed from the beginning to the present finally exhaled, this scene was really explosive.

"Heh... Scold. "The boy turned from lying on his side to lying on his back, the angle of elevation was subjective, it was the muzzle of the gun, it was the tall figure of Busha, it was the night sky.

"Kill me. His voice was low. I saw that his embarrassed face was a little dazed, and he didn't seem to be pretending.

Busa looked down at the boys, the toughness on his face gradually dissipated, and whispered: "I don't want to be like them, I don't want to be like you, I hate you......"

Even though she had a good reason to shoot the boy, she didn't lose control like Carrie. Perhaps this is the best attitude in the face of bullying, don't be cowardly and use your fists, but also control your power.

"Oh. The boy responded, "Then are you going to forgive me?"

"I don't care anymore. "There's no need to care about some bastards. ”

Frontal panorama, he was looking at her, she raised her head and rushed towards the night sky, her right index finger pulled the trigger, bang

The boy's elevation angle subjectively looked at the Busa who was emptying the bullet in the magazine, so tall and beautiful, and the murderous gunfire actually drove away the darkness.

The gunfire stopped, and Busa let go of the trigger and pulled the trigger again, making sure there were no bullets, and she threw the black Tec-9 to the side of the weeds with both hands!

The micro rush flew into the air, and then fell into the weeds.

She turned and staggered towards the road in depth of field, in the direction of home.

"Would you like to date me?" the boy stood up, and the sudden question seemed out of tune, but it was his most sincere tone in the film so far, the true thoughts of a teenager. He added, "I've never dated a girl. ”

Busha didn't say anything and kept walking.

"Hey, tonight's ......" the boy chased after him, as if he hadn't killed eight people before, but sneeze during a candlelight dinner, "I've got to say I'm sorry! He smiled, "It's okay to kill, but you can't rape, it's weird......"

"Like Tiana said, we're not real animals all along, are we?" said Busa tearfully, not looking at him.

"Would you like to date me?" the boy asked, a little apprehensive, "I mean... Would you be willing to have it if it hadn't been for tonight, I, and suddenly invited you out for a stroll?"

Busa looked at him on the right, did not show disgust, just very low, shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know... Maybe. ”

Maybe in her eyes, she can see his merits, as well as pain.

"Thank you. The boy smiled, like a gentle and elegant gentleman, "Don't lie to you, I regret it, I knew you would consider it...... But we can't go back!" His voice suddenly became fierce, and his expression became crazy again, and he roared: "We have been ruined a long time ago! As early as the first time we were bullied, the first time we were wasted, we changed, and then we became the current us!"

Busa quickened her pace, pursed her lips, and almost ran.

"Bustha, no matter how strong you are, you think you survived, in fact!!" The boy raised his head and yelled at the night sky, yelling at Bustha's back: "Actually, it wasn't life that made you, in fact, life ruined you!!!!!!"

Suddenly, "Hunting Polka" sounded for the third time, and it was faster and more intense than it had just been tuned.

The hearts of the audience were clenched fiercely, and the boy took out a small revolver from the pocket of his jeans, he raised the pistol in his right hand, ran to catch up, and aimed the pistol at Bustha's back, shouting as he ran: "Bussa, see you in heaven!!"

bertha，see-you-in-heaven!

Before Busa could turn around, there was a bang, her eyes widening instantly, and a mist of blood burst from her chest and heart, and bullets pierced through her gray shirt.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Four more gunshots rang out in succession, all of them hitting her in the heart, and blood gushing out of her red-stained gray blouse.

Five shots, Busa curled up and fell forward, her eyes full of the horror and pain of death, and she fell to the field, her back to the night sky.

The audience outside the screen was stunned, and Bussa, who had always adhered to kindness and finally overcame the darkness and broke through herself...... Also killed.

Amid the sound of the music, the boy walked up to Bussa, to the left of the frame. He crouched down and half-knelt on the ground and turned Bustha's body over. Her simple but good-looking face was dead, her eyes were staring deadly, the wound on her right cheek was still bleeding, and her chest was a mess, oozing her upper body and gushing out of blood.

The boy gently stroked the wound on her right cheek, sat on the ground and meditated for a while, then suddenly slowly leaned sideways and leaned down to Bustha's face, her open mouth.

He's never dated a girl, and probably never kissed a girl.

Just as he was about to kiss her on the mouth, the boy stopped, sat up straight, and sighed wistfully: "......"

The boy lowered his head, looked at the night sky, and muttered, "I don't want to be a victim of human beings anymore, and I don't want you to be, I think I like you anymore." As soon as the words fell, he raised the revolver in his right hand and pressed it against his right temple, pulled the trigger, and slammed it!!

When the gunshot rang out, a column of blood and a bullet burst out of the boy's left temple, and his head hung back, and then the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, right next to Busha.

Ten young men, all dead.

The top-down panoramic aerial camera captures two young corpses lying flat on the ground, the boy is on the left, and Busa is on the right, they seem to be a pair of sweet lovers, coming to the field on a date on this romantic night, looking up at the starry sky, and talking about the future.

Blood poured out of his head and in her upper body.

"Hunting Polka" sounded once and then the next.

Life is a hunt, you are both a hunter and a prey, and the only prey is other hunters.

This boy with no name may be an ordinary person next to you. Some people are bullied in the first half of their lives, some people are bullied in the second half of their lives, some people are bullied all their lives, and when you feel that you are out of the shadow of being bullied, then you may be the strongest hunter. Regardless, bullying has always existed and will always be.

Because life is a night of bullying.

In the darkness, only by shooting can you see the light.

But humans are never real animals, are they?

Maybe one day, you and I will meet in heaven, please be kind, and then I can kill you more easily.

There was a dead silence in the small screening room, and the screen cut to black, and the upper and lower lines of white letters showed the names of the film's creators. "Polka Hunting" runs through the first six or seven minutes of the internal final credits over and over again, with gunshots blaring, shot after shot, and again.

nicholas-hoult

brie-larson

imogen-poots

directed-by

santiago-youngblood

screenplay-by

santiago-youngblood

produced-by

santiago-youngblood

gia-coppola

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