The filming location of "Killing" is in Taoping Qiang Village, a small village located in the deep mountains of Sichuan and Shu.

The mountain roads are winding and the rocks are craggy.

People say that since ancient Huashan is a road, the road into Taoping Qiang Village is not far behind.

Following the tour guide, Ji Yunshen climbed up the mountain one foot at a time.

The tour guide is an enthusiastic young man, Taoping Qiang Village Qiang embroidery is very famous, but the road is steep and not good to take, so it gave birth to the profession of trade.

He made a living by reselling Qiang embroidery, and he didn't want to run more into the ravines.

But Ji Yun took out two red tickets, and he suddenly became hospitable.

"You're here for a tour?"

Ji Yun wiped the fine sweat on his head, "I'm here to experience life." ”

The young man smiled dryly and nodded, thinking to himself, he was a stupid man, what was there to see in this place.

Of course, Ji Yun knew what this young man thought, but there was no need to explain more to him.

The atmosphere between the two of them quieted down.

Fresh air, pleasant birdsong.

On the other hand, there are repetitive and somewhat boring mountain trails, as well as declining cell phone signals.

After another half an hour, Ji Yun could finally see the smoke rising in the distance.

"Cross that mountain bag, and we'll be there."

Ji Yun rubbed his somewhat sore legs, forced a breath and continued to walk forward.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and this section of the road walked for more than an hour.

As we walked, the silhouette of the distance gradually became clear.

What catches your eye is a towering watchtower, and the bluestone road winds into a serpentine shape, extending to the center of the village.

"I'll take you to meet the village chief and ask him to arrange a place for you to rest."

Ji Yun nodded and followed his footsteps again.

As the two of them advanced, Ji Yun also came into close contact with the people who grew up here.

They stood on the side of the road, looking at the bright Ji Yun, as if they were watching animals in a zoo.

The clothing style of the Qiang people, which has been inherited for thousands of years, makes Ji Yun seem out of place.

"Knock knock!" The guide knocked on the door.

The old wooden door creaked with the creak of grinding teeth, and an old man with a cigarette pouch appeared in front of them.

"Lin Wa, who is this?" The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Yun, and asked the tour guide.

"It's from the city, to experience life."

He compared with the old man again, and introduced to Ji Yun: "This is the villager, you can just tell him about something." ”

The village chief took two sip of the bags under his eyes, and his eyelids slowly drooped.

"We don't have any treasures here."

It's a little stiff, and there's some reluctance in it.

"I'll give the money." Ji Yun pointed to the topic, and didn't have so much leisure to go around with him.

"How much?"

"600, three months, just have a place to live, preferably alone."

On the way, he saw that several houses had apparently been vacant for a long time, and the yard was overgrown with weeds, and it was obvious that it was not difficult to pour out a house.

“800。”

"Okay, you can get another meal in the evening."

The village chief raised his eyebrows and said, "The food we eat here can't be compared with that of the big city, and the pampered swallow can't swallow it." ”

"It's the same as what you eat, I don't pick."

"Okay."

Ji Yun took out eight hundred from his wallet and handed it to the old man.

The village chief looked sideways and saw that there were still two red tickets left in his wallet.

When Ji Yun came, he had already deposited the money in the bank under the mountain, so he left 1,000 in cash, and he still understood the truth that wealth was not exposed.

"Miwa!"

The village chief greeted, only to hear the footsteps of the little fat man running in three steps and two steps in front of the three of them.

The little fat man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a bun on his head, and as soon as his footsteps stopped, his eyes drifted to Ji Yun.

"You take him to the east and live in their house."

The village chief turned around and fumbled for a long time, and took out a key.

"Ma Sheng's family has been moving away for more than half a year."

"If I tell you to go, you will go!"

"Huh!" The little fat man answered, leading Ji Yun out.

The little fat man kept skimming the tall figure beside him while walking.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are you from?" ”

"Yanjing."

"I know, capital!" There was a look of longing in his eyes, "It must be big there." ”

"It's pretty big."

"It should be the size of two villages."

Ji Yun smiled, "Almost." ”

"And what are you here for?"

In his eyes, Taoping Qiang Village is an isolated prison, and the world below the mountain is the utopia he yearns for.

"I'm here to experience life."

"What is experiential living? Do you still need to experience life? ”

Ji Yun was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't refute it for a while.

If you think about it, the word "experience life" is really a bit pretentious.

"I'll tell you secretly, don't tell anyone."

"Uh-huh!" The little fat man nodded again and again, indicating that he would never say it.

"I'm a killer, and I'm here to hide from the enemy."

The little fat man's face suddenly froze, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, and said with a forced smile: "You should be teasing me." ”

Ji Yun smiled meaningfully, "Yes, I'm just teasing you." ”

......

The terrain of Taoping Qiang Village is not very smooth, and the direction is sloping, and it is like a downhill road.

After a while, the little fat man stopped in front of a watchtower.

"Here we are."

Ji Yun looked up, and sure enough, the house was much more dilapidated than the surroundings, the walls were mottled and even the windows were covered with dust.

The iron lock on the door was a little rusty, and I didn't know if the key would work.

The little fat man jumped up to the door and turned the lock cylinder to open the door.

Taoping Qiang Village still retains the architectural format inherited by the Qiang people, and the ventilation effect is very good.

Although it doesn't look good from the outside, the inside of the house is a little neater.

"The water is at the entrance of the village, and the bed will be brought to you tomorrow, and you will be there tonight." The little fat man blinked his big eyes, "Do you have any other needs?" ”

Ji Yun walked to the wall, pressed the switch, and did not respond.

The lights are broken.

"This is the former family has been gone for a long time, and the village has opened the gate, and you can call in three or five days."

The little fat man thought that it was not a problem if there was no electricity, "There are candles in the drawer, you can deal with it first." ”

"Okay."

"If you have something to do with me, I'll live in the first house around the corner."

Ji Yun nodded, and the little fat man turned around and left.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, Ji Yun took a deep breath and put his luggage away.

The wellhead was not far from his residence, and it didn't take long to go back and forth.

Picking up the rag, Ji Yun began to wipe it.

This rub is an afternoon.

......

Dinner was a night of somen noodles with no condiments, not so much noodles as noodle soup.

However, Ji Yun, who was tired after a day's work, did not refuse to come.

The character can't be too skinny.

The sky was getting dark, and Ji Yun sat at the table, looking at the candles in front of him.

Suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone.

There was electricity, but no signal.

It also shows the last text message Wan Qian sent him: "Pay attention to safety, I'll look for you when I have time." ”

He replied, "Come back in three months." ”

Putting down the phone, all the light in the room was held up by a candle.

The faint light formed a cramped space, which could encompass Ji Yun.

Beyond the light, infinite darkness squeezed the clouds.

Sleepless tonight.