Chapter 120: The Birth of a Vampire

I don't know when the word vampire was associated with the words elegant, noble, heritage, and history, and its Oriental counterpart, Mr. Zombie, was almost fixed with the film of Lin Zhengying's predecessors, with a pale face, smeared with lime, big dark circles under his eyes, blood-red lips and blackened teeth, and a clown-like Qing Dynasty official uniform.

In the same way, the area where the vampires lived, the so-called nobility and the life of the nobility in that land were also beautifully depicted.

For example, to describe a female scholar placed by a chamberlain who was ostensibly the daughter of a great nobleman's daughter, this is how it is written:

A small episode, although it was delayed for some time, did not disrupt Lu Sien's unhurried pace, admiring the quiet and independent scenery of the Cynthia district, stopping from time to time to look at the celebrity sculptures standing on both sides of Maple Grove Avenue, reading their life deeds, picking up a maple leaf, looking at the fine veins of the tree, through the golden ground carried by the carriage, Lu Sien saw the door number of Margiluda Yalansi ยท Sanswota's name gently snapped the knocker, and inside the door was a courtyard covered with the same maple leaves, and the servant woman was not diligent in cleaning the scene, and a gust of wind passed, and the scattered gold leaves fell on the windowsill, and the white lace curtain was opened, revealing a snow-white face without any superfluous repair. โ€

Although it was not built in pre-18th-century Europe, there is no doubt that in the minds of many people, Europe of that era seemed to be so elegant and refined.

This is not the case with this film, which has almost nothing to do with elegance, and vampires have nothing to do with nobility.

Also begins the movie with a visit to a mansion:

A group of gentlemen in wigs, linen bow ties, and knee-length breeches appeared behind the door of Thomas Gresham's mansion, and among them was an oriental face that was rare in the city of London at this time.

Thomas Gresham, the mint director of Queen Elizabeth I, said that "bad money drives out good money", and people with a little bit of culture will know it.

The head of Oliver Cromwell was erected on the flagpole in front of Westminster Hall, the rude shouts of the coachman, the piles of stinking garbage, the flying dust, the random defecation and defecation in the streets, this is the case in London at this moment, which has nothing to do with elegance and nobility.

Among the gentlemen who walked into the Gresham mansion were Robert Boyle, Robert Hook, Christopher Wren...... This group of famous figures came together to form the Royal Society for the Promotion of Natural Knowledge in London.

Each of them was famous, except for the Oriental who left no name or record.

The movie is paving the way for the horror of London at this time, the life expectancy of the aristocracy is only thirty years old, diseases are rampant, medical knowledge is almost non-existent, and any physical discomfort means a sign of death.

According to evolutionary theory, unnatural deaths, as well as a large number of deaths, have a chance to give birth to vampires, creatures that are more adapted to the state of the environment at this time.

The scene cuts to Charles II, where the royal physicians put two measuring cups of blood on him, then they give him an enema, a laxative, a dose of sneezing powder, and then another cup of blood, and they try to rub the king's feet with pigeon droppings and pearl powder, and use a red-hot soldering iron on his hair after shaving his hair, including the soles of his feet...... Eventually, the king fell into convulsions, and the doctor used "40 drops of a potion of human skull extract", and four days later, when the court doctor had no choice but to summon the Oriental who had participated in the Royal Society, Charles II finally died after drinking the botanical concoction of the Oriental man.

Of course, this Oriental man was only a scapegoat, and although he knew many great people, in the end the death of Charles II became an unpardonable sin at his hands, and the Oriental accepted the arrest, fled all the way, and finally hid in the room of a singer.

According to the routine of many Western movies, this plot naturally eased and became ambiguous, but the Oriental was finally discovered, and the singer was pierced through the chest with a sword by the chasing soldier who dared to come, and fell in a pool of blood.

After the oriental man got rid of his pursuers, he returned to the singer's room, he pierced his chest, took blood from his heart, and poured it into the singer's wound...... A miracle happened, and the dying singer was resurrected.

She became a vampire, and the oriental, wearing a cloak, disappeared into the night.

Since then, the singer has been searching for the mysterious Oriental, and the last scene is when she appears in the building of the East India Company, with a map of another ancient country in the East on her desk.

The lights in the cinema come on and the movie ends.

"That's how vampires were born. Liu Changan suddenly said to An Nuan.

"This one isn't new either...... It can only be said that the mainland film market is too big, and any ambitious and powerful film company will not give up this market, and properly integrating oriental elements will naturally be able to attract our local audiences more and be a commercial method...... The vampires of the West originated in the East, and sure enough, in the face of interests, capital does not want to force face at all. An Nuan said disapprehantly.

"A little what?" Liu Changan grasped the point.

An Nuan's cheeks were flushed, terrible, reserved and elegant, and the image of a good girl who never swears was poked a big hole by herself.

"I must have misheard. Liu Changan self-reflected.

An Nuan glared at him.

"How could An Nuan say such a word as forcing face, right?" Liu Changan was convinced.

"You provoke me!" An Nuan didn't cling to it, jumped up and hugged Liu Changan's neck, trying to press him down on the seat and ride him.

"Do you have any quality? What kind of fuss?"

It turned out that the girl who was stuffed with the bottle in Liu Changan's mouth came over from the other end and took the opportunity to take revenge on Liu Changan's original teasing.

Liu Changan took advantage of the situation to take An Nuan, who was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and sat in his arms, shrunk his feet, and let the aisle come out.

The two girls snorted and walked over, An Nuan shrank in Liu Changan's arms, her eyes were full of anger, and she looked at Liu Changan with sparkle.

"We waited for everyone to leave, and there was no one around, so we could touch the scene. โ€

"you, big head! Movie theaters are actually all those low-light cameras. โ€

An Nuan slapped Liu Changan, took his hand and left.

Walking out of the screening hall, Liu Changan looked left and right.

An Nuan went to throw away the garbage.

There are people coming and going, there are noisy little boys, little girls staring blankly at dolls in front of the crane machine, young couples buying desserts, middle-aged women sitting on paid massage chairs snoring, and more people of all kinds looking down at their phones waiting for the movie to start.

Although he felt that he and An Nuan's whimsical idea to watch the movie was unlikely to be predicted, and the release of this movie was not just for today, Liu Changan still borrowed paper and pen at the front desk of the theater, and wrote a sentence on it "to be or not to be, that's a question".

Liu Changan pasted the paper next to the trash can.

"What are you doing?" asked An Nuan, puzzled.

"Pretending. After Liu Changan finished speaking, he pulled An Nuan and left.

"Hate!" An Nuan thought he was responding to the words he blurted out, and trotted to keep up with Liu Changan's footsteps.

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