Chapter 14 Part Two (4)

The place I was pushed to was nothing like any movie theater I had seen before.True, one wall was covered by a screen, the opposite wall had square holes for projections, and the whole place was filled with stereo speakers, but the right side of the other two walls was lined with small gauges.In the middle of the floor facing the screen, there is a dental chair, all kinds of wires dragged out, I had to climb out of the wheelchair, and another male nurse in a white coat helped me to sit on the dental chair. At this moment, I noticed, The projection hole is covered with frosted glass, and there are faint figures moving behind, and I heard someone coughing, coughing, coughing, but what I paid special attention to at the time was that the body seemed so weak. Change of hearty meals and vitamin shots for sake. "Okay," said the wheelchair pusher, "you're out of your hands now. The movie will start as soon as Dr. Brodsky arrives. I hope you like it." To be honest, brothers, I don't want to see a movie this afternoon. Yes, just look without emotion.I prefer to sleep quietly on the bed = sleep, quietly, just me.I feel limp all over.

Here's the thing, a man in a white coat was humming a shitty pop song while strapping my Gulliver into the headrest, "What's that for?" I asked.The guy interrupted his humming a bit, and replied that the head rest would hold my Gulliver in place and keep me looking straight at the screen, "But," I said, "I'd rather watch the screen, since I'm being brought to the movies, I'll just watch it." There are three white coats in the room, one of them is a girl, sitting on the dashboard to adjust the knob.Hearing my words, another man giggled and said:

"Unpredictable. Things are unpredictable. Trust us, my friend. It's better this way." Then I realized they were binding my hands to the arms of the chair, and my feet seemed to be glued to the footrest.It seems a little crazy to me, but I'm at their mercy.If I can be a free lad after two weeks, bear with me in the meantime, brethren, but the one thing I don't like is that they put the clips on the skin of my forehead The eyelids were pulled up, and I couldn't close my eyes no matter what.I smiled wryly and said, "You guys want me to watch this movie so much, it must be a genuinely good movie." The white coat said with a smile:

"A good movie is right, my friend, a real horror show." Then I put a hat on my gulliver, and I saw a lot of wires coming out of it, and they also attached suction cups to the belly, and one was attached to the On the navel, I could just see the wires coming out.Then there was the sound of the door opening, and from the prim look of the subordinate in the white coat, it could be seen that the important person was coming.Then I saw this Dr. Brodsky, a short, fat man with curly hair and thick glasses on a stubby nose.Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see that he was wearing a very tasteful suit, definitely stylish, and exuding the subtle smell of a surgical demonstration classroom.Dr. Brannon followed closely, smiling broadly, as if to reassure me.

"Everything is ready?" asked Dr. Brodsky, panting.I only heard a few people in the distance say, yes, yes, and then someone nearby agreed.After this, there is a slight humming sound, as if a switch has been turned on.The lights went out, and your narrator and friend of your novel, my humble self, sat alone in the dark, utterly terrified, unable to move his body, close his eyes, or move anything.At this time, the movie began to be shown, and loud background music came from the speakers, very violent and full of dissonance.The on-screen image emerges without the title or credits.The scene is Main Street, it could be any street in any town, it's a dark night with street lamps on.The quality of the film is of a professional standard, not the shimmer and blotches of the dirty films shown in back street dwellers' homes.The music was blaring and creepy, there was an old man on the screen, very old, bouncing around in the street, and two stylishly dressed guys pounced on him, slim trousers were still in fashion at this time, and of course wide ties had made Located on the real tie up.The two began to tease the old man, and the screams and moans could be heard so realistically that the gasps of the two punchers and kickers could be heard clearly.They beat the old man into a meatloaf, with fists slapping non-stop. After the platties were torn apart, the shirtless old man was kicked with boots until his bloody body lay in the mud of the open ditch. , The two hooligans quickly fled.The following is a close-up of the head of the beaten old man, the flowing red blood is so beautiful.What a fun, real-world color that only comes to life when seen on screen.

During the whole process of watching the movie, I gradually felt that the taste was not so pleasant, and I blamed it on malnutrition, the stomach is not used to the reason of rich meals and vitamin shots, but I tried my best to forget it, and watched it quickly. The second movie on the show; no breaks, my brethren.This time, the camera jumps directly to the little girl being gang-raped, first a boy, then another, and another, and another, and she screams through the loudspeaker while very sad, tragic music plays .It's very real and lifelike, but if you think about it, it's impossible to imagine that someone would actually agree to let others treat themselves like this in a movie, and it's impossible to imagine that they would be allowed to shoot these scenes if the movie was produced by a good person or a state, yes Don't interfere with what's going on.Therefore, it must have been made by clever editing, the so-called montage technique.It is indeed lifelike.When it was the sixth or seventh boy's turn to stare, smile lewdly, and pump, the little girl screamed wildly, and I felt nauseous, as if my whole body was in pain, and I wanted to vomit, but I didn't want to vomit; I began to feel like the wilderness was in danger, But the body is fixed on the chair and cannot move, brothers.After the movie ended, Dr. Brodsky's voice came from the switchboard: "Is the response close to twelve-five? There is hope, there is hope."

And then we went straight to another movie, this time just about a face, a very pale human face, holding still and doing all kinds of disgusting things to it.My stomach hurts, I'm sweating, I'm thirsty, and Gulliver is throbbing; I figured if I could just skip the shot, maybe it wouldn't be so disgusting.But I couldn't close my eyes, even if I rolled my eyes, I still couldn't get rid of the line of fire on the screen.I had to go on watching the action, listening to the horrified howl of the face.I know that can't be the case, but that doesn't help either.I saw that the razor first gouged out an eye, then slashed the cheek, and then slashed, and the blood spurted and splashed on the camera lens. I was gasping for breath, but I couldn't vomit.It was followed by a vise to wring all the teeth out, the screaming and bleeding was unbearable.At this time, only Dr. Brodsky's very satisfied voice was heard: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."

The next movie is about the owner of the shop, and a bunch of boys laughing and kicking her around, they smash up the shop and then set it on fire.I saw the poor old woman screaming and desperately trying to crawl out of the sea of ​​fire, but one thigh had been kicked off by the robbers and she couldn't move at all.The flames swirled around her, and through the flames mournful faces were seen to be consumed by the flames, followed by the loudest, most painful, most piercing cries of human beings.This time I knew I was going to vomit, so I yelled: "I'm going to vomit. Please make me vomit. Please send the vomiting basin." But Dr. Brodsky replied:

"It's just imagination. You have nothing to worry about. The movie is coming up." It was probably a joke, because I heard someone laughing in the dark.Below I was forced to watch extremely disgusting footage of Japanese-style torture; about World War II from 1939 to 1945, soldiers were nailed to trees and set on fire underneath, soldiers had their egg sacs cut off, and even The soldier's Gulliver was chopped off with a sword and rolled on the ground, his mouth and eyes were still moving, his headless body was still running, blood poured out of his head and neck like a fountain, and then he fell to the ground; at the same time, the Japanese People are laughing.Now I have a stomach ache, a headache, an unbearable thirst, and I feel like the horror is running off the screen.So I shouted:

"Stop the movie! Excuse me, stop it! I can't stand it anymore." At this moment, Dr. Brodsky's voice said: "Park? You mean park? Hey, we're just getting started." He and the crowd laughed.