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Chapter 740 - Quietly Turn On

"Your face is still not pale enough." Director Knight walked around Chen Yu, looking him up and down.

The makeup artist immediately took two steps back and then asked the lighting engineer to cast a soft warm color from above.

Director Knight then leaned sideways and stuck his head out to observe carefully, muttering to himself at the same time.

This morning's scene was a reshoot, telling the story of Chen Yu's brutal experience of struggling to survive alone after he and his brothers were separated by guerrillas on the battlefield in Vietnam.

The main purpose is to emphasize once again that Chen Yu is by no means a good person. The Vietnam War has completely transformed him into a killing machine with a weak moral bottom line.

There is no good or evil in the traditional sense in "The Conjuring". All the characters are both victims, bystanders and perpetrators.

Chen Yu, who suffered from mental illness due to the war, does not deserve sympathy, even though he lost his love, wife, family and even his pet dog.

But the tragedy he personally committed in Vietnam during his service cannot be erased. It will surely become a stain on Chen Yu's life, even if he can get rid of the nightmare and recover his health.

The overall tone of the story of "The Mystery of the Sea" is relatively dark and depressing. Director Knight wants to use this kind of visual language to convey the main theme to the audience:
Modern warfare destroys not only industrial civilization but also morality and humanity.

The executioner who can grit his teeth and survive the trauma of war has simply forgotten the crimes he has committed. As for whether he has repented or not, who can tell?

Of course, the plot was set up this way purely to win the favor of the jury at the three major international film festivals in Europe.

If "The Mystery of the Sea" sang praises to the United States and NATO, it might not be able to enter the main competition unit.

"Hurry up, we only have exclusive rights to this five-kilometer forest sightseeing trail for more than a hundred minutes."

Director Knight jumped onto a small mound on the side of the road and loudly reminded the filming crew.

The warm sunlight of early morning shines through the dense branches and leaves, and spots of light are sprinkled on the flat road.

The breeze gently blows through the tender green trees and the beautiful flowers along the road.

The birds on the branches, the bees in the stamens, and the insects in the grass all hummed the ethereal and cheerful tune.

A tribute to the eternal star Frédéric Chopin.

"Mazurka No. 44" floated melodiously from the sky blue Beetle that was slowly driving towards us.

The beautiful mother with a comfortable smile on her lips and the well-behaved child babbling happily and comfortably swims in this pure natural oxygen bar.

“Beep, beep, beep… Little Knapik, it’s a huge loss for your father that he couldn’t enjoy such a beautiful morning view.”

"I could have taken a noon flight to Hue, but I chose to get up at 6:25."

"It seems that you have re-energized him to compete for the position of regional president again, but I would rather return to Toulouse from Saigon."

"The Americans have made Vietnam a place filled with smoke and fire. This place is no longer suitable for the French."

The beautiful young woman complained to her baby in a relaxed tone and with a relaxed expression about his father who was about to go bald and the unruly and arrogant Americans.

The baby who was sucking his fingers responded to his mother who was talking bad about others behind their backs with a series of crisp laughter.

The fact that the mother and son were not communicating on the same channel did not affect their happy and joyful mood at the moment.

"American soldiers with their hands raised, pale faces and wearing camouflage?" The beautiful mother glanced at the east side of the path and then said to herself.

The car's speed, which was already very steady and slow, slowed down a little bit again.

Although this beautiful young woman has always insisted on looking at everything around her with the best eyes throughout her 27 years of life.

But she had to make an exception today because she was responsible for her baby's safety.

Even the guerrillas, Americans and the South Vietnamese Defense Force rarely took the initiative to intercept vehicles with French blue license plates.

French blue license plates, a legacy of the pre-colonial era, usually represent the moderate and pro-Vietnamese faction within the colonial authorities.

While kindly raising the accelerator to slowly slow down, the pretty young woman also leaned over and reached for the passenger seat drawer.

There was a loaded and loaded pistol.

"How can I help you, American cowboy?" The beautiful young woman turned off the stereo and lowered the window a little bit, but what answered her was the black muzzle of a gun and the crisp sound of shooting.

Although the beautiful young woman was cautious, she had no practical experience in self-defense or dealing with emergencies.

Her mind went blank and she forgot to speed up and lock the car door. The two bullet holes on the glass even made her lose the instinct to scream.

"Please don't hurt my child. There is about $200 in cash in the wallet in my coat pocket, and there are a few bills and some coins left in the drawer."

"The keys are still in the car. You can drive away at any time. I can also give you my ID."

The beautiful young woman regained her composure a little at this moment and tried her best to gain sympathy and a chance of survival from the American robber who had a cute face, indifferent expression and unpredictable temperament.

The rising sun is still warm.

The morning breeze in the forest is still gentle.

The beautiful young woman was very smart and lowered her voice and slowed down her speaking speed.

Trying to prove that he is not a threat with trembling but earnest words.

She is just a helpless weak woman and a mother of a babbling child.

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"Sir, if...if...you want to do something to me."

"I swear I will cooperate and obey completely, but please don't hurt my baby. He is not a threat to you at all."

"Wuwuwu..." The American robber found the yellow tape and sealed her rosy and soft mouth tightly.

Then he opened the back door of the car and pointed the gun at the baby who had just stopped crying.

The beautiful young woman wanted to struggle to stand up, but the binding techniques used by the American robbers were truly exquisite.

No matter how she twisted and swayed, she couldn't even bend over.

The beautiful young woman could only continue to make muffled cries and gasps.

Trying to divert the American robbers' attention back to her.

But then the beautiful young woman breathed a sigh of relief.

The American robber simply picked up the baby with one hand and slightly changed the position.

And put the plush blanket that the baby had kicked off back on the little one.

"Maybe he just wanted to get some money or... vent his desires."

The beautiful young woman put her mind at ease for the time being and chose not to struggle violently, so as not to stimulate the American robbers who had no intention of harming her and her baby at this stage.

Chen Yu quickly and carefully searched every corner of the sky blue beetle.

What a pity that there is not even a single thing to eat, what the hell!

The hiding and running over mountains and hills had already caused Chen Yu, who had been hungry for nearly thirty-six hours, to have stomachache.

He knew very well that if he did not replenish his energy, the dull pain he was feeling would turn into burning pain.

This will inevitably have a great impact on combat effectiveness, judgment and concentration.

Holding a gun in his right hand and carefully guarding his surroundings, Chen Yu, holding a dagger in his left hand, was forcing himself to remain calm and composed.

He now had to find a solution to the urgent problem of eating as soon as possible.

The Saigon suburbs were by no means safe for American troops acting alone.

The North Vietnamese guerrillas were elusive. When they took up arms, they were soldiers, and when they laid down their weapons, they became civilians.

Therefore, we cannot simply blame the US military, South Korean military, and South Vietnamese Defense Forces for always firing at ordinary people.

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