Ruyizhai

Is the song still playing?The song is already over!But Wu Xingchen's mind still echoed the melody of the song and the language he didn't understand used by the singer. 677 couldn't tell the meaning of the language either, but he didn't care at all. "Whatever," he said, "just listen to what he sings."

But Wu Xingchen couldn't let those strange pronunciations enter from his left ear and then exit from his right ear. He vaguely remembered that Ruyizhai seemed to have spoken words with similar pronunciations. Which ancient language had disappeared? ?Is it English or French?Did Ruyizhai tell him?Wu Xingchen tried his best to remember, so he was a little distracted, until 677 asked him: "465, are you going to Baifang No. 23 Camp?" Wu Xingchen came back to his senses, braked, and stopped the car.

Where is he going?He hadn't thought of it yet, Camp 23?He and 677, the two black soldiers, went to the white camp, didn't they throw themselves into a trap?Wu Xingchen looked outside the car and saw no lights around him. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was still far away from Baifang's camp. He glanced at the time and thought about it: "According to the map, the nearest Baifang to minus 20 Fangying Camp No. 23 should be near here, why is it here..." Wu Xingchen turned off the car lights, turned off the ignition, turned on the map, looked around, and lowered his voice vigilantly: "Why is there a light on the fire? None? Did everyone in the war camp rest so early?"

It was eight past ten in the evening.

677 laughed and said, "No one in the war camp is fucking resting!"

He was in high spirits, as if he would never get tired. He leaned against the camera on his shoulders, patted Wu Xingchen, and spoke quickly: "The next script is to play that you captured a black prisoner of war and lied that you have important information that you must face to face." Report to the Commander-in-Chief? So here comes the problem, your bracelet will reveal your identity, or you should throw it away now, but if you throw it away, how do you submit the mission completion report when you complete the mission? Then Hide the ring? Where? Maybe there will be a body search."

Wu Xingchen ignored him, but became more and more confused. He simply put on the white military uniform jacket, got out of the car, and followed the map's instructions towards Camp No. 23.

677 followed him, Wu Xingchen signaled him to go back, afraid that this crazy senior recorder would startle the snake, 677 did go back, but in a blink of an eye he ran back again, swearing: "I promise not to trouble you, and I will definitely do it when necessary." Do everything in my power to save the life of the protagonist!"

He had two extra submachine guns on his body, his trouser pockets were bulging, and the camera on his shoulder was also replaced. 677 was full of praise for this machine: "Don't look at it as an antique in the 22nd century, super powerful night capture Light, automatic focus, can shoot at night like daytime, mainly showing film-like graininess, and can also automatically convert to wide-format images.”

677 also said: "Oh! You are going to help update the information of Bai Fang's camp, right?"

Wu Xingchen said: "You just need to be careful, I don't know what I'm going to do... It's just weird, I have a lot of questions, if I don't answer these questions, I feel uncomfortable."

677 said: "You are the old saying that a blind cat wants to catch a mouse, take every step and count one step at a time, this is the talent of the protagonist! Movie protagonists are all fucking good."

Wu Xingchen didn't answer, and 677 also closed his mouth. The two walked to the entrance of the camp marked on the map. Wu Xingchen lay on the ground and watched for half a minute, then got up again, and walked into the camp.

There was not a single spark in the open camp.The three white tents gathered in the camp reflected the light of the moon, dazzlingly white in the dark night.

Today is a full moon night.

According to the map, there should be 23 tents in the No. 20 camp, which can accommodate 677 soldiers and [-] wounded. It is also equipped with two portable prisons, which can hold [-] prisoners of war separately.But I don't know why there are only three tents that are close together.Perhaps it was because the data was outdated for too long. After all, the information about the Baifang camp was last updated a month ago.Thinking of this, Wu Xingchen asked [-] in a low voice: "If all the soldiers in the camp evacuate, or go to the next camp, will the camp remain?"

677 said: "Of course they won't be kept. Everything that can be dismantled will be dismantled, and the materials that can be taken away will be taken away. Otherwise, they will be kept for the enemy to enjoy?"

"Then is it possible that everyone is out on field missions?"

"Medical soldiers, communication soldiers, there will always be people on duty." 677's eyes froze: "It seems that everyone here is dead!" He laughed loudly: ""Murder at Camp No. 23"! !"

Wu Xingchen covered his mouth, pulled him over, leaned against a tent, and waited quietly for three seconds.Nothing happened. Camp 23 was eerily quiet.Maybe all of them really died.

677 pulled Wu Xingchen's hand away, and winked at him: "You don't like this theme? Then how about some smoke effects for you, acting in the style of "Silent Hill"? Now we are in the other world, 465, here is one There are no living people left, and you will see it soon..." 677 pretended to be mysterious, lowered his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "A monster with a triangular head!"

677 giggled and spread his hands, and ran into the tent behind him.Wu Xingchen hurriedly chased him in, and a strong smell of blood came over his face. The tent was dark, and he couldn't see anything. The smell of blood was even stronger. Wu Xingchen suppressed the urge to vomit, and called out: "677? "

A slap answered him.There was light, and Wu Xingchen was still getting used to the sudden white light, 677 rushed up to him, his figure swayed, he grinned and saluted: "Come here, distinguished guest, please step forward Come on, come on, take another step forward, the immersive experience of "Murder at Camp 23"! Click! Note, here is the sound of simulated thunder."

Wu Xingchen blinked his eyes, and looked behind 677. Under the bright light, a man with a blooming head was slumped on an armchair.The man was wearing a white military uniform, his hands were hanging on the sides of the chair, and a shotgun was lying across the man's feet.The tent canvas behind the man was sprayed with a jet of blood like an exploding firework.

677 looked at the man's shoulder and said, "This is a second lieutenant."

Wu Xingchen followed and saw that there were two red stripes and a red crescent moon embroidered on the man's shoulders, and a mixture of red, red and white was piled up beside the crescent moon.Wu Xingchen looked away and looked at the tent.

This is a one-person tent, clean and tidy, with a camp bed, a desk, a stack of documents on the upper left corner of the desk, a world map hanging behind the desk, and a military sand table beside the desk, inside are some black cubes Miniatures of soldiers scattered across a map of the Texas plains.Next to the sand table is the dead body of the man sitting.In the tent with limited space, his eyes inevitably returned to the man.Wu Xingchen swallowed his saliva, found 677 in a panic, and stared at him intently. 677 changed the camera, squatted and circled around the man, and said, "The body of the chief executive of Camp 23 was found, did he commit suicide or homicide? What happened in Camp 23? What about the others? Where did they all go?"

677 accidentally bumped into the sand table, rubbed his waist and continued to pat the man, Wu Xingchen looked at the sand table again, opened the terminal, retrieved the information of the black camp, compared it with the distribution of the black camp marked on the sand table, and asked : "Are you sure he is the highest official here?"

677 said: "He lived in a one-person tent, isn't that obvious? No, wait a minute, maybe he wasn't, he was a dead man with no face... So, who is the dead man? Don't know! Can't confirm! The identity of the deceased is a mystery!"

The comparison is complete, and the information on the sand table is completely consistent with the distribution of the black camp in Wu Xingchen's terminal.Wu Xingchen couldn't help being disappointed: "They have completely grasped the information of Black's camp, they...Will White win?"

677 grabbed Wu Xingchen and said, "Don't care who wins, start your detective work!"

Wu Xingchen was puzzled: "I'm not a detective!"

677 glared at him: "The audience is waiting, say something stupid, hurry up, search him, and see if there is anything that can confirm his identity."

Wu Xingchen said: "He is dead, his body should be respected!"

677 said: "If you find out who killed him and took away his noble, precious, and cherished life, that is the highest respect, the highest tribute, and the highest courtesy to him!"

Wu Xingchen was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, but couldn't refute. He stretched out his hand, trying not to look at the man above the neck, and searched all the pockets on the man's body. He didn't find any identity documents, only a box of matches and A portrait of a woman—drawn in pencil, on a piece of paper torn out of nowhere.

"Is this his mother, his woman, or his daughter?" 677 looked at the portrait and asked.

Wu Xingchen shook his head, but couldn't tell why, the person who drew the portrait was too poor in painting skills, and couldn't tell whether he wanted to paint a young person, a young person, or an old person.It can only be seen that it is a woman.

At this time, 677 said: "Understood! He committed suicide! All soldiers who carry women's portraits with them will eventually commit suicide!"

Wu Xingchen was not without surprise: "He killed himself...why? Why do all the soldiers who carry women's portraits end up committing suicide?"

"It's too simple, and they can easily get overwhelmed."

"Can't make it through? As long as people have food, water, and enough oxygen, can't they make it through?"

"His soul has no food, no water, no oxygen."

"The soul doesn't need food, water, or oxygen." Wu Xingchen sighed. He felt a little tight in his chest and wanted to go out to get some air, so he turned and walked out.

677 shouted behind him: "The soul needs a portrait!"

Wu Xingchen went outside, took a deep breath, suddenly, there was a blunt sound from the nearby tent, 677 ran out, knocked Wu Xingchen away, and rushed into the tent where the strange noise came from.Wu Xingchen was about to follow when he heard a whistle.He shivered, whistled again, and then a human voice sounded.

"Hey, here it is," said a man.

Wu Xingchen turned on the flashlight function of the terminal, and followed the sound to find it.

He found a prison behind the tent, five pairs of eyes like glass beads floating in the air.

Wu Xingchen walked quickly to the prison, touched the electronic lock on the prison, and asked the people inside: "Are you prisoners of war? Are you from the black side?"

A pair of green eyes blinked, and a mouth was exposed under the eyes. The mouth opened and said, "Are you an officer here to investigate the murder?"

Wu Xingchen looked down at the clothes on his body, took off his coat and said, "Don't get me wrong, because I was very close to Baifang's camp, I wore this coat just now to deceive others, you..."

"465, what are you doing?"

677's voice came from behind Wu Xingchen, and he hurriedly motioned him to come over to help: "Look at how to unlock this lock? Here are all Black's prisoners of war, we have to let them out."

The man in the prison spoke: "No!"

Wu Xingchen took a look, and a person with a pair of gray eyes shouted again: "Don't open the door!"

His person is hidden in the darkness, and some thin and white teeth flicker when he speaks, as if he is wearing a black mask to speak.

A man with black eyes also said, "Don't open the door!"

His voice was hoarse, and after finishing speaking, he rushed over, grabbed the railing and shook desperately: "That's it...that's it!"

His hands were pale.

Wu Xingchen looked at them inexplicably: "Don't you want to come out? Aren't you captured prisoners of war?"

"White Ghost..." Black Eyeball's eyes widened, "White Ghost will be captured!"

Green eyes pulled him away, and a gray face flashed past.Gray Eyes yelled, "Dark Specter!"

A man with brown eyes yelled, "God!!"

Plop, he seemed to be kneeling on the ground.

677 was overjoyed: "God, 465, what kind of shit luck did you have, your script content is too rich, look, war movies, slow road movies, just at your speed of driving and tortoises, Corpses found again, Thriller, Horror again now, How about a Mario Bava filter? Or Romero? Oh! Night of the Living Dead! Kind of like that, here at Conducting evil human experiments, the officer was driven crazy by these inhumane experiments, and committed suicide, these people have been injected with zombie virus, so do you still want to let them out?"

"Zombie virus?"

"That is, people will start eating people, people will become..." 677 stretched out his arms, walked forward slowly, rolled his eyes, and made a breathless sound in his throat.

Wu Xingchen said: "Then they should ask to be released instead of being locked up together and waiting until someone's virus flares up and starts eating people..."

677 laughs, the camera pans over his shoulder.

Wu Xingchen looked at the prison and took two steps back.The man with green eyes spoke again: "Is there any water? The water brought in in the morning has already been drunk. After seeing the distress signal and the signal to call for reinforcements, everyone left."

Wu Xingchen said, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and ran away, first ran into the single tent to search, but found no water, then ran to the other two tents, one had only ten camp beds and ten empty chests, no water, and one The tent is a communication room, except for some communication equipment, there is no water.In desperation, Wu Xingchen had no choice but to run out of the camp to get water from the car, and 677 followed him all the way.Wu Xingchen couldn't help asking him: "What are they talking about White Ghost?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it," 677 said. "Many people have nightmares, and they all claim to have seen ghosts and ghosts."

Wu Xingchen said again: "They would rather be locked up...do they think they won't be hurt by Bai Yougui if they're locked up?"

677 said: "The white ghost is not a ghost, ghosts can pass through walls! People can't escape no matter where they hide, and Junxiong can even get under the covers!"

Wu Xingchen opened the trunk of the jeep and asked again: "If people here are so keen on killing people, why are there still prisoners of war?"

677 said: "It's not easy. One, the military rations are extremely scarce, and human flesh can be eaten. Two, in order to save ammunition, we can also expand recruits."

"Expand new recruits?" Wu Xingchen took two bottles of water, thinking he heard it wrong, "You mean these prisoners of war will join the enemy?"

677 nodded.

"This... is it unreasonable? They are from the black side, and suddenly they are from the white side. They are two opposing sides. Is this possible? Can such a thing happen in a war?" Wu Xing Chen couldn't make up his mind.

677 laughed: "Do you want to say betrayal? Do you want to say loyalty? How can there be any betrayal or loyalty in war? Soldiers live for themselves and for the enemy. Sometimes, the enemy can make you live longer .”

Wu Xingchen shook his head: "But you are all divided into black and white, so it must be either black or white, isn't it?"

"Dude, what's so hard to understand, this is a mixed identity, you are both a human being and Black 465, aren't you a living hybrid?"

"It's not a mixture, it's a contradiction... It's very contradictory, like a pool of muddy water, do you know what I mean?" Wu Xingchen couldn't explain clearly.The war camp seems to be a place without a clear concept. Here, everything is chaotic, entangled, and unreasonable. Here, his ability to express has also become muddy.

Wu Xingchen looked in the direction of Camp No. 23, wondering again: "Why can't there be food and water in the camp?"

He looked at the trunk full of supplies: "But we found so much water and food from those three jeeps during the day... Would ordinary rescuers bring so much food and drink?"

677 smiled and patted Wu Xingchen on the shoulder: "Detective 465, you're in the mood!"

"There are still weapons, and the cabinets in the tent are all empty. Could it be that those people during the day are already preparing to leave from the No. 23 Battalion?"

677 gave him a military salute: "Report to 465, here will use the daytime footage for you to perform flashback editing."

Wu Xingchen didn't make a sound, and went back with water and some canned food.He and 677 returned to the camp, back to the prison.Only four pairs of eyes were waiting for him, looking at him.He handed in two bottles of water.The four shared a bottle of water and kept one bottle.They refused food.

"Are you sure you don't need to come out?" Wu Xingchen said, "Maybe you can use a gun to see if you can break the door lock..."

Gray Eyeball smiled: "Let's talk about it after you survive tonight."

A pair of black eyes opened in the lower part, slowly raised up, and began to sing.

"The jackal is waiting."

he sings.

Green Eyes went to the back, and Gray Eyes and Brown Eyes leaned against the rail and sang along.

"Whose blood did you drink, whose head did you cut off?"

Another pair of brown eyes joined in.

"Lucia, Lucia.

"Let mommy kiss your bones and daddy touch your black hair.

"Forget her, forget her, don't look back.

"The foam from the flames flowed into the sea."

Wu Xingchen had never heard this song before, so he asked 677, "What song is this?"

677 stroked his chin and said to himself: "War musical, what new genre is this? There is no way to apply filters, "Chicago", "Dance Hall", "Karaoke Hall", "Jazz Spring and Autumn", "New York, New York ", um...you have to think...you have to think..."

His voice became lower and lower, and then only his lips moved, and then he looked at the terminal on his wrist, put away the virtual camera, and walked away without looking back.

Wu Xingchen asked him: "Where are you going?"

677 didn't answer.He sat down in the open space in front of the tent where the body was found, and used the terminal to project a movie on the canvas of the tent, watching the movie.The movie has no sound, and neither does he.He quietly turned into another person.

Wu Xingchen looked at the people in the prison again, their eyes blinked as if they were laughing.Wu Xingchen also walked away.He got into the tent with ten beds, chose one at random, and lay down with his clothes on.He is tired and sleepy.

"Forget her, forget her, don't look back.

"The foam from the flames flowed into the sea."

His ears are full of this song.