My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 955 The world is beautiful and worth our struggle, I only believe the second half of the sentence

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket.

The screen gradually darkened, and then dim light appeared, and the subtitles flashed one by one, and the whole screen seemed to be covered with a veil, so dim that the scene could not be seen clearly.

The sharp whistle of the car broke the silence. At first it was the whistle in the distance, and gradually approaching, the sound of rain hitting the window also appeared slightly, and then I heard the sound of pigeons rearranging their wings under the window to hide from the rain— —

The sounds of all these are from shallow to deep, from single to diverse and mixed.

Drop drop drop.

In the dark, the sound of the digital alarm clock is like a wallpaper knife cutting the hazy picture.

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, a wooden pyramid-shaped metronome is swinging back and forth in an orderly manner, da... da... da... da... following the beat of Bach's cello.

The camera cuts across, a person's face is sideways, his eyes are confused and tired, the camera is backlit, the light is very dark, and only the blurred background can be seen gradually clearing up, rainwater slides on the window facing it, standing beside the eaves A gray dove.

There are worn-out anklets wrapped around the legs, which are very old, with the number '13' vaguely printed on them.

Takakura Ken slightly closed his eyelids, and covered his eyes with slender fingers of dead wood. The sound of car horns, raindrops, wings, and noisy notes from the crowd gradually became decibels of noise, which became white noise, sharp and ear-piercing... Gradually the decibels decreased, and the original picture , The heartbeat covered all of this.

The scene changed to a tall man standing in front of the kitchen window, wearing long cotton pajamas with a belt, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Through his shoulders, he was seeing the blood-red Kowloon Walled City not far away. In the misty rain, the cold air was oppressive.

Under the red light, the entire decaying city looked like a delicately carved withered rose covered with thorns.

On the tube floor covered with blood-colored shadows, there are scattered clothes hanging on the clothes poles that are too late to pick up, like sickles with curly blades
At this point, there was a loud sound from the TV in the house, the surrounding walls were empty, and the photos were all put away.

Half the books in the standing bookcase were packed, and in the closet hung a dark suit, a tracksuit and two dark ties, and half a dozen white shirts of the same style.

turn around.

Takakura Ken is holding a cup of coffee in the air, standing with his feet forward and backward, leaning towards the camera, his angular face is expressionless, his eyes are empty and boring, looking directly at the camera, only the chaotic voices around him can be heard , and the sound of the cabinet rubbing against each other.

"It's a defensive stance."

Under the stage, curled up on a large cotton seat, a curly-haired fat man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses spoke in a low voice with a midwestern American accent.

"As expected of the great film critic Roger Ebert, he's really amazing... You can even see this, it's amazing." A skinny Mediterranean man next to him said to the fat man next to him in a weird way.

Well, Fatty is Roger Ebert, a well-known film critic in North America, who is known as 'the Fatty' who everyone in the film critics knows.

As for dissing him, it was Roger's most hated Gene Siskel. The two were TNT's O'Neill and Barkley in the film industry. A "Siskel and Ebert Film Review" program recorded in Chicago, It was able to make both the cold and arrogant New Yorkers and the flirtatious Californians attach great importance to it.This program has become the most popular movie column in both the East and the West. In this era, the number of people watching and subscribing has reached 800-1000 million, which shows its influence.

This time, the two came here specially at the invitation of Cannes.

It can be seen that "Seven Sins" has attracted many famous people, isn't it?This is "Location".

It was very dark.

Gao Cangjian put on his tie in front of the mirror with no expression on his face, and there was still the muffled voice of chatting next to him. This kind of noise made his face look obviously tired, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Give me a hand.

The camera zooms in.

Ken Takakura, reflected in the mirror, approached and looked at the white temples.

Camera pans down.

On the table around the metronome are scattered items that he usually puts in various pockets, key chains, worn out old-fashioned wallets, badly worn police badges, switchblades with mother-of-pearl handles and pens, metal cigarette cases, kerosene Lighter.

There is a copy of "Wild Grass" on the bedside table, which is the work of Lu Zhou Shuren.

The whole picture is very clear in terms of sound transmission, making people feel as real as if the people around them picked up the ornaments on the wooden table, and the audience watched the opening attentively.

Leg shot, turn around.

He picked up the suit lying flat on the tidy bed, and brushed the thread off the suit deliberately.

The camera turned, and outside the house, there was a fat real estate agent in an ill-fitting suit directing the workers to move the furniture. When he saw him appear, he greeted him with a smile.

"Didn't bother you, old Officer Mike?"

'Shameike' played by Takakura Ken nodded lightly and passed by.

In the deep corridor, in the distance, the real estate agent is gesticulating at the workers, and the chaotic voice echoes continuously through the long space, and he passes by one house after another.

Husband and wife quarreling, children crying, gambling and domestic violence, dogs barking and cats barking.

He kept his face expressionless all the time, as numb as... the walking dead, fortunately this is not Busan.

I thought I had walked out of the "noise", but the ruthlessness of the city was still coming.

The tires rubbing against the ground made screeching noises, sirens hissed one after another, and someone was chasing and yelling along the street with a knife, but everyone turned a blind eye to it.

Suddenly, a homeless man with the appearance of a ghost snatched a passerby's bag, and the man chased after him——

Takakura took a 'Red Rooster' taxi, but found that there were ambulances and police cars in front of him within a short distance. The lights of the cars were dazzling, and the surrounding vehicles could not move an inch.

In the convoy, horns and curses were heard one after another.

The people around seemed to be eating blood-stained heads, and their faces showed a look of interest.There are policemen in military uniforms maintaining order, pushing away the crowd of onlookers roughly, and dispersing these bloodthirsty onlookers, just like those melon-eating crowd in the Internet age, they may have been happily cheering and shouting.

The driver in front poked his head out to watch the excitement.

"Gan Lin Liang!!" He slammed his fist on the horn on the steering wheel.

"Don't you care?"

Takakura Ken tightened his windbreaker, trying to catch the other party's gaze from the rearview mirror.

"Sir! Of course I really care about it!!" The driver snapped, "I lost a lot of money by being stuck here!!"

Gao Cangjian turned his head to the side and looked out of the window again: the doctor and nurses were pulling a victim out of the car.

"Fuck!"

The driver slammed the reverse wheel violently, kicked the accelerator, and passed the car in front of him in the reverse direction.

The dirty water from the puddles rolled up by the wheels splashed all over the white coats of the doctors and nurses.

The snow-white coat was splashed with dense mud spots.

The camera pulls back, Takakura Ken closes his eyes.

"By the way, where did you say you were going?"

"Just get out of here."

"what?"

"The farther away from here the better..."

The sound of whistles, roars, and friction came up again, and the noisy sounds made his heart beat more violently, and the sky darkened, passing over his expressionless face bit by bit.

Camera transition.

On the wall of the police station, a wall of photos composed of wanted posters slowly moved down with the camera.

Suddenly, the face of Liang Chaowei, who was sitting on a bench with two cups of coffee in his hands, appeared in the camera. He happened to be sitting under the photo wall of the arrest warrant.

The horizontal viewpoint will make the lens more in line with the viewpoint of human eyes, and it will also fully expose the restless Liang Chaowei on the screen.

"Hey - I'm here to report to Old Mike..." He stopped a police officer and said irritably, "I've been sitting stupidly for half an hour!"

"Old Mike?"

The passing police officer looked stunned, "Did no one tell you that he has already driven to the scene of the crime?"

Camera transition.

In a dimly lit room, the camera flashes.

"They were heard abusing and arguing with each other for at least two hours..."

The camera slowly zoomed up, a dead body was lying in a pool of blood, the bloodstains were clearly visible on the wall of the living room, a deep and impatient voice was counting the cases, there was a policeman holding a camera to take pictures, and technicians from the appraisal department were standing next to him. sampling.

"I heard gunshots, and the scene was bloody."

"It must have been an impulsive crime."

"Maybe... You can tell how impulsive you are just by looking at the blood stains on the wall."

"So as long as we finish the report, we can close the case smoothly."

In the brass-toned picture, Ken Takakura is wearing a pair of brown leather shoes, walking slowly from the crime scene to the outside. In the depth of field, there are scribbled and perfunctory conversations from colleagues.

The floor creaked, and a small Japanese-style chandelier hung in the upper right corner.The light on the character is very dim, and the lens intentionally or unintentionally highlights a small refrigerator in front.

"The landlady said they were not married, but they had lived here since May 1989."

The bushy-haired Lin Xue stood in the door frame with her hips crossed, like a 'prisoner', humming her voice, and said in a rough voice: "The man is a copy worker of a film factory called [-] Locomotive in Shatian, and the woman is a copy worker. She works night shift as a toll collector in the Red Tunnel. If you want me to say, anyone who sits in this job for a long time will go crazy, I bet you that her lawyer will use this reason to help her apply for a psychiatric evaluation, how much do you bet?"

The old Mike, played by Takakura Ken, nodded absently in response, but his eyes were attracted by a few watercolor paintings and coloring books stuck on the refrigerator.

The camera is aimed at the colored pen drawing that floats up. It can be seen that the color is not painted very well. The little guy is not sure whether he can paint the color within the line.

He bent down, took out his flower glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Have you seen the child?"

"Walter??"

"Children." He stared straight at the crayons on the refrigerator and asked repeatedly.

"What kind of problem is this?"

The thick-haired Lin Xue seemed to be irritated, and strode back and forth, with his arms open, revealing the gleaming .[-] pistol at his waist. Behind him, there was a stained glass with light shining through it—a puddle of blood burst from it.

He waved his hands angrily and scolded: "I'm telling you, old Mike! I'm so fed up with you! You're leaving at last, I'm so happy to go to Bowland Street for a drink, you know, I think so But it's not just me!"

The aggressive man scratched his neck and continued to curse: "Did the child see it? Why does the old man ask such a question, who cares if he sees it or not? The prosecution will not let a child accuse his damn mother of killing him." people!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the man's corpse lying in a pool of blood in the room, "This one died in the street, that idiot woman killed it! It's that simple! The rest has nothing to do with me, damn it!"

Old Mike didn't respond, and silently tore off the crayon drawing, folded it up, and put it in his pocket. At the same time, he took off the flower glasses silently, and the camera gave a close-up here.

"Officer, can you collect the body?"

"Ask him!! Before retirement, he was in charge!" Lin Xue shook her hand, and glanced at the old Mike who stood up straight, "Are you satisfied now?"

Gao Cangjian still had no expression on his bitter and bitter face, his eyes were dull, he turned his head to stare at the man covered in shroud, and then looked at the blood on the wall.

Silently nodding towards the corpse collection team, someone folded the gurney.

At this time, there was a sound of hurried stairs, and the camera subconsciously moved to the right——

Suddenly, the space seemed to be cut.

A young man ran up, Old Mike looked at him, the camera shot over his shoulder, at the same time, Lin Xue in the room was walking with his back to the camera, so that the audience unconsciously gave their eyes to this 'new appearance' who broke the balance of the picture people'.

The man was in his 20s, with uneven cropped hair, wearing a black leather jacket with a layer of water dripping on the leather, a shirt and tie underneath, and a plaster cast on his arm.

A policeman wanted to stop him, but he saw a close-up police badge hanging around his neck.

"Officer Sha?"

The young man turned his back to the camera and greeted Lin Xue in the room.

"It's not me, it's him." Lin Xue walked outside, casually pointing at Ken Takakura who was already picking up colored pens.

"Officer Sha, I'm Ah Wei." Liang Chaowei stretched out his hand towards the other party, "Come to the Serious Crime Squad on the first day."

"Heh~ You remember this identity most clearly today and the day you died in the line of duty, otherwise don't remember it so clearly." Lin Xue sneered by.

Gao Cangjian and Liang Chaowei lightly shook hands, nodded, and walked downstairs absent-mindedly without saying anything.

"I've never seen body bags of various colors..." A Wei, the newcomer played by Liang Chaowei, tried to find a topic, just in time to see the body collection team put the body into the green bag.

"Any color is available." Someone from the corpse collection team replied.

"Really?"

"Using different bags is easier to distinguish and easy to distinguish. You have to know that the number of people who die on Hong Kong Island every day is not a small number."

"So it's like this..." Liang Chaowei used his right hand to help lift the body bag onto the stainless steel gurney.

"What does the green color represent?"

The corpse collection team looked up at him, as if they were looking at aliens.

"I mean... what do these colors... mean?" Liang Chaowei forced out a smile thinking he was handsome.

"It means that the people who lie in it are dead." Old Mike took out a cigarette from the iron box, knocked it, and replied indifferently.

The camera was shown to Liang Chaowei, who smiled unnaturally and awkwardly, but frowned unconsciously, but still chose to keep up with the other party and walked downstairs.

It was pouring rain.

Footsteps and horns were everywhere.

The rain was hitting the awning, clothes racks and wires were running across the top of the head, and the water line was rushing.

"Going to the bar for a drink?" Old Mike lit a cigarette.

"Shouldn't we go to the police station?" Liang Chaowei hung an arm, "To be honest, if you don't mind, I want to get to work right away. Those polite words, or... I mean we shouldn't have time to delay."

The camera is on his left arm, which is in a plaster cast.

"Awei?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask, sir."

"Why are you transferred here?"

"Ok?"

"Why do you come to Kowloon Walled City? It's much easier for you to do administrative work than this."

Liang Chaowei was inexplicably at a loss, and subconsciously wanted to wave his left arm, but unfortunately—— grinned, "I came here just like you came here before retirement, to protect citizens and fight crime. At least you must have thought this way before you decided to retire... I I got to know you well before coming here, Officer Sha.”

Gao Cangjian's eyes became colder, and he said calmly, "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, Officer Ah Wei."

The two looked at each other, and in the camera, one maintained an attacking stance, while the other folded his arms, showing great resistance and defense.

A series of confrontational dialogues made the audience very enjoyable to watch.

This opening also leads to two main characters.

　Try another way of writing it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)