Chapter 257: Flowers Under the Gun

"Here is a book."

Meng Lian squatted under one of the bookshelves. The tall bookshelves made the girl's body look particularly petite.

There were quite a few books in the bookstore, at least several hundred, mostly literary.

If they read through these books from beginning to end, they might not be finished by the end of the copy.

Fortunately, Bai Ta did not make it too difficult for them. After flipping through more than a dozen books, Meng Lian found a small blackboard with "Today's Special Recommendation" written on it, hidden between two bookshelves.

There were five books written on it in total.

"Self-cultivation of Moths".

"Thirty-six Strategies for Raising Moths".

"Moths, Moths".

"Postpartum Care for Moths".

The first four books, from the names, you can tell that they are not very meaningful.

Song Yao has already found these books and read them. They are basically encyclopedias and popular science about moths, nothing special.

The real key is in the last one.

Meng Lian just took the last book from the bookshelf next to her. The title of the book is "Smoke Like Smoke".

A name that makes people completely incomprehensible.

Meng Lian is a literature lover after all. If it were Zheng Xun, he would have already started hitting his head with a book.

This book is very light, with only a few dozen pages.

The content should be someone's memoirs, written in the form of prose, telling the story.

Meng Lian turned over all the title pages and table of contents and went straight into the text.

The first sentence of the text is——

"I am a person who can't get out of time."

...

"Can't get out of time?"

Huo Ziyan and Zheng Xun sat here watching a movie.

The two were really rude. The clue pointed to the theater. They really didn't worry about anything except watching movies. They even ate and drank, and had to comment from time to time.

The protagonist of this movie is obviously the little girl hiding under the stairs. The filming method of the movie is quite stream of consciousness, with many images of clocks and moths.

And the narration is also chaotic, and the perspective often changes. The camera lens in the last second represents the girl's perspective, and the next second it becomes her father's perspective.

If the clues needed in this round were not related to this movie, Zheng Xun would never watch such a confusing art film, even if someone paid him.

Huo Ziyan would occasionally watch movies. In the days before he was not busy, he often hid in a secluded corner alone to watch some niche art films.

The movie in front of them was actually not complicated. It was about a family raising two children. The first child was not liked by her parents, perhaps because of the birthmark on her face, so she was always ignored.

When her parents took her sister out, she followed at the back.

When the family had dinner together, she sat in the most remote corner.

There were two beds in the children's room. Every time she climbed onto the one by the window, she listened to her parents coaxing her sister to sleep next to her, and even the lamp at her bedside was never turned on.

She was like a breathing ghost, floating around in this house, but no one cared.

People who can't get out of time.

"You said she can't get out of time?" Zheng Xun continued the previous topic, "Well, is it because she has never grown up?"

"Yes." Huo Ziyan's eyes were still fixed on the front. He had adapted to the strange smell above his head and treated it as an air conditioner.

Xiao Huo continued.

"You also found that no matter how the surrounding environment changed, even her sister grew taller than her, she still maintained her original appearance."

"The performance method of the movie?"

"There is also this possibility, but," Huo Ziyan tried to sort out his thoughts, "I think this should be hinting at a clue."

When Zheng Xun was simulating, he actually had the same idea as Huo Ziyan.

But because he got the clue directly after watching the movie, this little episode was skipped.

Simulations are sometimes like this. The more times they are repeated, the less impactful the details are than when they are first seen.

Now that Xiao Huo mentioned it, Zheng Xun remembered the little confusion during the first simulation.

The two were chatting casually, and the chat made the atmosphere around them more relaxed, making people almost forget that they were in a copy.

At this moment, on the screen, the girl's sister was trotting up the stairs.

The stairs were the stairs of her home. The girl and her sister lived in an exquisite two-story house. From this point, it can be seen that their family conditions are not bad.

The sister held a bunch of lilies in her hand and took small steps. The snow-white lace skirt swept across the wooden railings of the stairs, like a girl's tender hands stroking the keys of a piano.

Bang!

A gunshot shocked both people in the audience!

In the picture, the beautiful sister stood in the middle and lower part of the narrow stairs.

There was fear and shock in the sister's eyes. She seemed unable to understand the current situation. The life that should have been as gorgeous as a flower came to an abrupt end.

Her body leaned back, and the lilies in her hand scattered, falling along the skirt of her clothes and along the gap of the stairs.

The camera moved up, and it was a peculiarly shaped plastic toy pistol.

The person holding the gun was the protagonist of the film, the girl with a birthmark who never grew up.

White smoke was coming out of the muzzle of the toy gun. Under the childish pink and blue shell, there was a real weapon.

The audience in the live broadcast room was completely shocked when they saw this scene for the first time.

It was too sudden, without any signs.

Although Huo Ziyan was also frightened for a while, he was still able to control himself and did not jump up from his seat.

Zheng Xun had heard this gunshot many times, and he was still furious this time.

There was no way, every time this sound exploded without warning.

The director of this movie had some ideas. Although it was such a cruel scene, he once again used imagery to express death.

The bullet that hit the girl's forehead left a red rose on her skin.

And those splashing blood drops turned into scattered red petals.

Intertwined with the white lilies on the ground, it was absurd and gorgeous beauty.

Huo Ziyan was shocked by the scene and couldn't speak for a long time.

When he turned around and was about to ask Zheng Xun what he thought——

The chair next to him was empty.

"..."

Well, it seems that the wind that just swept past his face should have been brought by Zheng Xun when he slipped away.

Xiao Huo was not actually worried that Zheng Xun would get lost. At this time, he could guess where he was with a little brainpower.

He glanced in the direction of the screen, and sure enough, he found a round black head under the screen, fiddling with something.

Huo Ziyan wanted to get closer to take a look, but then he remembered the two big things behind him and didn't dare to move.

He used his bracelet to send a message to Zheng Xun.

——Zheng Xun, where are you.

——Xiao Huo Xiao Huo, come quickly!

A flashlight appeared under the screen in front for a second, and that should be Zheng Xun.

Huo Ziyan held the armrests of the chair with both hands and prepared to leave.

At this time, he remembered the two big guys behind him.