The scene shifted to memories, and the exotic scenery disappeared, replaced by the rural land of Longzhou that Qin Jue was quite familiar with.
The low and dilapidated wooden house has many traces of insect infestation. The huge broom is leaning upside down against the wall, like a hand made of dead branches. Soon there were real hands to hold it. The mother, dressed as a peasant woman, tightened the rope on her chin, half holding the broom and half holding the broom to clean up the yellow and dark brown filth in front of the house.
The sound of footsteps came from the back room, and my mother turned around and shouted something in the local dialect. Corresponding English subtitles also appeared at the bottom of the screen, to the effect of "Go back to the house!".
The little girl holding on to her cloth shoes nodded, and the camera showed her face. Her face was khaki, looking malnourished, but overall she was clean. At this time, the sky was just getting bright, and the sun was shining down from behind the thick clouds. No matter how close the camera was, it glanced past the little girl's blue eyes and lackluster brown hair.
After cleaning the ground hastily, my mother smashed the rotten vegetable leaves with a pestle and bent down to feed the chickens.
While I was feeding, some villagers passed by the gate of the courtyard. They would either speed up as they approached, as if they were afraid of getting dirty, or they would stop and curse the mother at work.
The subtitles convey the information expressed in the lines. Qin, who has the advantage of his native language, does not need to translate and understands while listening.
Listening and watching, it felt like the air conditioner in the cinema was turned on even more.
This is the countryside of the last century, and war once spread to this village. Foreigners with strange skin and hair burned, killed, looted, and abducted many women, including the mother who was a young woman in front of her.
The villagers shouted, "Come on! Fight back! Save our beloved relatives and sisters from the sea of suffering!" They all gritted their teeth with red eyes and fought hard.
After that, the resistance bore fruit and the invaders were driven out of the land. The devastated small village was littered with female corpses. Everyone trembled and identified whose daughter this was and whose daughter-in-law that was. Through the well and the The bloodstains on the wall judged who would rather die than surrender and who could not bear the humiliation.
The crowd cried loudly and were extremely sad.
They denounced the atrocities of the enemy, complained about the cruelty of war, mourned these sacrificed women, praised their poor and pure hearts, and praised their bravery and supreme character.
Then someone suddenly moved in the pile of corpses, and it was the mother—even though she was not pregnant yet, she was indeed forced to become a mother.
There is no special reason why my mother is still alive. One is that she doesn't want to die, and the other is that maybe she is really desperate. In short, she is alive, like a withered grass on the roadside that has been crushed repeatedly, tenaciously preserving the last vestige of vitality.
There are survivors from this inhumane evil act!
The soldiers were happy from the bottom of their hearts. With tears in their eyes, they helped her walk out of this hell on earth. They treated her, helped her find her relatives, and rebuild her wooden house.
"This is the meaning of our war! Defend our homeland! Protect the people!"
The kind-hearted and righteous soldiers declined the souvenirs from their mother, ensured that she was fine, and then left amidst the farewells of the villagers.
When the car was so far away that no shadow could be seen, the atmosphere in the village changed completely and became solemn.
The women looked at their mothers with hatred of dirty things in their eyes; the men looked at their mothers with disgust and disapproval in their expressions; the family members whose female relatives died in the war looked at their mothers with eyes full of resentment and disapproval. anger.
How out of character that she was still alive.
Many villagers hate her. Yes, why don't you think she died? If she dies, she is noble, pure and flawless. Like other great women, she will go to the rich shore filled with the fragrance of rice, and her soul will live forever in the mourning and respect of everyone.
But she was alive.
What an embarrassing thing.
During her lifetime, she changed from a poetic image exuding holy light to a symbol of shame. Neighboring villages will know that there is a woman in their village who was insulted by the enemy. She is obviously dirty, but she is still alive in this world. She is so shameless and brings shame to the whole village.
At first, some people spoke for her, but as more and more gossip came out, the relatives who adopted her couldn't stand it anymore.
When she moved to the most remote part of the village alone, and even gave birth to the child in her belly without saying a word, she became a complete traitor, and was the target of people throwing shit at the door and reviling her in their spare time.
"How did you give birth to this baby! Hurry up and strangle this baby to death while she's still young!"
A relative still had some sympathy for her, but secretly cursed her with hatred.
The mother didn't speak. Every time her eyes fell on the sparse light hair of the baby in her arms, her eyes would tremble uncontrollably. But after a long silence, she whispered:
"Sister, I only have her now."
Facing his mother's pleading eyes, the relative froze, his face turned livid, and his mouth opened again and again, and finally it turned into a sigh that annoyed her and left her with a back that was never seen again.
So, the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes was raised.
She is protected and loved by her mother, and she also loves her mother. She is a smart and sensible little girl.
One day, the mother who went out to pick wild vegetables did not come back in time.
The girl quietly wrapped herself in a floral scarf and went up the mountain to look for her. Halfway up the mountain, she saw a group of men who intercepted her mother.
They sat in a circle, sometimes laughing at her, sometimes scolding her.
The mother lowered her head. Someone blocked her when she walked to the left, and someone blocked her when she walked to the right.
She raised her eyes, and the picture became distorted at this moment. The daughter's eyes and the mother's eyes appeared on the screen intertwined until the camera zoomed away from the mother's eyes. She was hunched over, with blood on her face and clothes, and her feet were covered with blood. It's a pile of corpses.
"——Yes, sir. Although the information we have obtained is very limited, we can infer from this..."
The police officer from Country A explained his opinion. He listed some evidence that the deceased Bert had harassed and induced women. Combined with the mother's previous criminal experience, he concluded that she might have killed Bert to protect herself or her daughter. Walter's conclusion.
"You are just speculating!" another police officer from Country A, who claimed that the murderer was his daughter, retorted, "Why should we ignore the objective facts and make subjective guesses about the answer?"
"Please Bob, use your brain!" The person in front tapped his temple, "Twelve-year-old girl! Please tell me how she knocked down and brutally killed an adult man?"
The boss, who was wearing a country A police officer's hat, raised his hand to stop their argument. After pondering for a while, he decided to conduct a more in-depth investigation.
They began to monitor the lives of the Longzhou mother and daughter in the name of observation.
Something unexpected happened. The police in Country A discovered that the relationship between the mother and daughter was very strange. The mother usually beat and scolded her daughter, but would spend all her money on her daughter's food and education. However, when she sees her daughter dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, she will go crazy again and call her vile, bad, shameless, saying that she hangs out with men all day long, "like a whore who doesn't have to be paid."
What is even more puzzling to the police in Country A is that the daughter who was loved in such a twisted way and suffered frequent abuse and violence from her mother for a long time always kept smiling and did not show any discomfort or pain, as if she didn't mind it at all. I still love my mother very much.
The situation was so strange that the police in the small town were at a loss. They arrested the mother on the grounds of suspicion, but the result of the interrogation was not optimistic. The mother claimed that she had no knowledge of Bert's death and only admitted to having sex with the man. We had several contacts, but when we realized that he wanted to cheat on her, we stayed away from him in time.
"We can only confirm at the moment that she has been harassed." A police officer from Country A in the office spread his hands.
"But she has no alibi," said the other.
"Well, if you say so, her daughter also has no alibi." The third police officer said.
"Are you insisting on your so-called inference again?"
"Yeah, especially when we really found the two kitchen knives that were the murder weapons!"
The dispute resumed. There is no way, the limitations of the times are here, and the town of Isen is quite old. There is no surveillance, no fingerprints can be found, and there was even a heavy rain that washed away the footprints around the scene after the crime. The progress of the case Slowness is normal.
The boss has given up the idea of letting it go, and even his mother, who is confirmed to have been a murderer, does not want to arrest him - no one is pursuing the Longzhou case in Longzhou, and he is not a transnational criminal on the wanted list, and has something to do with their town. What's the relationship?
But the police officer who believed in his own judgment did not want to give up and took it upon himself to interrogate his daughter.
Qin Jue had done his homework before and knew that the episode in the interrogation room was one of Tang Nuo's wonderful performances. Tang Nuo also relied on these highlight scenes to stand out among the many competitors at the International Film Festival that year and was awarded the title of Aisul Movie queen.
Under the cold light, the policeman from Country A sat across from his daughter. The little girl who has been brought up to be fair and white blinks her grape-like blue eyes. Every answer sounds so innocent and innocent, but it also gives people a strong sense of violation. It seems that the person sitting in the chair is not an innocent little girl. Girl, but a smooth and cunning devil.
You come and go, asking questions and answering questions. All inquiries are cleverly directed in a safe and harmless direction. The policeman who took the note looked down at the handwriting on the paper and couldn't believe that he had found nothing so far.
The police officer who asked the question had the same idea. His eyes became sharper obviously, staring into the eyes of the daughter in front of him.
He described in a calm and objective tone the violence they observed from mothers to their daughters, and then asked: "Did you cry when you were going through this? Did you feel resentful?"
——Only a little bit, he wanted to hold the table and ask her "if she ever had the thought of venting violence to others because of this."
As long as the little girl across from them nods yes, they can write on the report that she has a certain degree of antisocial tendencies.
The daughter shook her head.
"I cried, but I feel sorry for my mother even more." Her little baby-fat face moved as she spoke, like a compassionate little angel, "I know it's hard for her."
The police officer took a breath: "Okay, so let me ask you... what is your relationship with your mother like? Or, what do you think you are to her?"
The daughter blinked, and the cold light made the shadows on her facial features more distinct, so that the raised corners of her mouth were so creepy.
She grinned, she smiled, with unabashed sincerity, with substantial pride, with an expression that was moved and intoxicated.
she says:
"I'm my mom's hero."
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The original script is purely fictional and has no prototype.
(End of chapter)
