Sinmonger Chapter 8: Video tape

That night, Miura didn't get home until nine o'clock. He glanced at the shoe box next to the entrance. The leather shoes his father wore in the morning were not in it.

I took some leftovers out of the refrigerator, heated them up, and ate a few random bites. Just as I was about to go back to my room, my mother came downstairs.

"It's Kazuya, I don't say a word when I come back. My mother thought there was a burglar in the house."

"If it's a thief, I won't let you hear it."

"I played with the seniors and the others so late today, and I didn't call back."

Miura said unhappily: "I've said it so many times, it's a rehearsal!"

"Yes, yes, rehearsal, how was the rehearsal?" My mother wasn't really interested in the answer to this question.

Miura replied: "Cut... it sucks, the guy at Saiyuan Temple said that he suddenly stopped coming because of something at home, and the seniors in the third grade were also listless all day, sighing there, sighing that it was the end of the year again. Now, next year, I will no longer be a high school student or anything, and I will be full of pressure to go to school, my future, and my job. I don't feel ashamed in front of my juniors, they are really useless guys."

"I think your seniors are right. If Kazai continues to waste time like this, next year will be the same as the seniors."

"It's long-winded, anyway, I just need to be admitted to a normal university at that time, right? After graduation, my working father will definitely ask someone to help me designate it, right?" Miura said and was about to get up and leave. , similar conversations with mothers tend to end like this.

Mother sighed and stopped talking to him about the issue. She suddenly thought of something and said to Miura's back, "Oh, by the way, Kazuya, I found a parcel in the mailbox with your name on it, and it's already on your desk."

"Got it." Miura responded casually and closed the door.

With her back against the door, facing the pitch-dark room, Miura saw many things in front of her eyes. At first, he joined the light music club for two reasons. One was his rebellious psychology against his father, and the other was that he thought it should be easy to get along in this club.

The result was quite unexpected. This group of rebellious and rebellious young people to outsiders did not get together to smoke and hang out all day as he imagined. Instead, they practiced hard all year round. After joining the club, almost all of my spare time was taken in, and on weekends, I often practiced late like today. Even his father, who was firmly opposed to him playing musical instruments, gradually changed his attitude.

As long as you work hard, you can change some things...

After Miura came up with this idea, he began to become more concerned about the band. Unfortunately, all the seniors who were firm and reliable have changed.

"I said, my parents still expect me to go to university. Even if I don't quit the club now, I'll have to leave when I graduate, right?"

"Oh, me, I may go directly to my father's factory to start an apprenticeship in the last semester. How long can we play together..."

"Forget it, everyone knows that no matter how hard you work, you will have to give up sooner or later. Do you want to be a professional musician in the future? A novice who has only been studying for more than a year should break up earlier. Come to think of it, middle school students can also find guys who are better than our predecessors, the kind of children whose parents are all musicians and whose family conditions allow and are very talented will go that way.”

"Miura-kun, you can't imagine the days when you don't eat lunch for half a month in order to change the strings. I also want to say the same thing to you, but this world is very real, and the seniors have to follow Make compromises in your future life. This is already an unwritten rule of the light music club. Basically, third-year students will not stay until the end, so you have to be prepared to take over the president at any time, and you have to be the support of the younger generation. ."

In recent months, Miura has heard such words, and he often thinks: "A bunch of bastards, who said that they became the support of the younger generation, didn't they all run away one by one?!"

He put aside these repressed thoughts and turned on the light.

There is a large envelope on the desk, which appears to be a thick rectangular object.

"Che... Mom came into my room without permission again." Miura complained to himself, then walked to the table and opened the envelope.

Inside is a videotape and a card.

On the front of the card are uppercase English letters: BOOKS; on the back are handwritten lines of small characters.

"Is this the videotape? It's the first time I've seen it. What do you want me to think about it?" Miura picked up the tape and was at a loss for what to do. The video recorder is the main video recording and playback medium, but it has been eliminated and eliminated by several generations of products, and now it is estimated that it can only be found in the museum.

He had to put the tape aside and read the words on the back of the card: "After that incident, the Suzuki family moved to Okinawa to stay away from you, but three months passed, December 8, 2099. On this day last year, Suzuki stabbed his sleeping parents to death with a knife, then went downstairs to turn on the gas stove, and the family of three was finally reduced to ashes."

Miura's face was pale, his temples throbbed, his hand holding the paper trembled, and then his whole body trembled. His neck was already stiff, and he turned his head slowly, staring at the videotape on the table, unable to move his eyes any longer.

Miura suddenly remembered a ghost story he had heard in the era when people were still using videotapes. He's already vague about the specifics, but there's one scene he remembers very clearly. It's about a ghost attached to a videotape crawling out of the TV to take his life...

Five minutes later, he locked the card and strap in a drawer, rushed out of the room, went to the hallway to change his shoes, and went out.

It was a cold night, but Miura felt that his blood had dropped to a freezing point lower than the temperature.

His family lives in a good location, and the surrounding area is not very noisy, but it doesn't take a few minutes to walk to the bustling shopping street.

There are no less than ten audio-visual stores nearby, but they are all separated by a certain distance. Miura spent more than an hour asking each of them, and finally got the answer he wanted when he found the seventh store.

"Huh? Video recorder?" A young boss with green hair and a nose ring showed exactly the same expression as the bosses of every previous store, but his next sentence lifted Miura's spirits. .

"Yesterday, a stinky beggar brought one. I just walked away for five minutes to poop. My brainless dad paid more than 100 yuan for it. What? Do you want it? "

From the room behind the boss came a loud scolding: "Unfilial son! Did you say that about your own father?"

"Long-winded! Bad old man, do you want to be sent to the recycling station with the old antiques you collected?!" The boss turned his throat and shouted, and his voice was hoarse just like his father's. The sound quality, after shouting, he turned his head nonchalantly, and continued in a normal tone: "Hey, little brother, I'll take it as a half-sell and half-sell, take you..."

Before he finished speaking, Miura took a photo of two hundred yuan on the table, "Don't look for it, just give me the things."

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December 9th, one o'clock in the morning.

Miura finally got the VCR ready and put in the tape.

Originally, it didn't take him that long to see it, but after moving the VCR home for the first time, he went out again because he forgot to buy the corresponding cable, and after buying the cable, He had to go out a third time because he found out that he had to buy another set of cables and an AVSWITCH to make the ancient device compatible with the flat-screen TV in his room.

After three or four hours of work, the footage of the videotape was finally shown in front of Miura.

There are subtitles at the beginning, very nonsensical two-line subtitles, the content is: "This film is produced by myself, please keep in mind every detail in the film, it will be of great help to you in the near future."

Next is the signature of the "I" - Tian Yi, and an unknown address.

The video in the videotape is not that scary, and of course it can be said that the plot is quite scary in reality.

There are only two characters in the film, both of which are 3D models made by computer. The images are like graffiti villains, with round heads, all edges of the body and obvious polygonal edges and corners~IndoMTL.com~Two The characters have only one color all over their bodies, probably to distinguish them, so one is orange and one is purple. And there is no dialogue in the whole film, not even sound effects. It's like something a child would make.

However, although the characters in the film are designed very casually, the scene is very realistic. That school is clearly the high school where Miura and the others are studying. Even the flowers and grasses on the playground have been restored. As for the hands of the characters All the objects used are simply done to the extreme, just like the real thing is in front of you. Even if the computer visual effects in 2100 have been very developed, this level of realism can only be seen in some first-line super blockbusters.

Miura was in a cold sweat and watched the entire film. It didn't take long. In the end, the orange villain killed the purple one.

Using clear glue to leave gaps in the window edge on the first floor, the wire that tripped people, where to hide, the action of strangulation, the method of handling the body... Every detail was presented in front of Miura's eyes. In many places, close-up and slow release are also used, for example, before the orange man pounces on the opponent, how to hold the rope, the total length of the rope, and wrap it a few times around the palm of the hand to ensure that the length of the middle part is more comfortable when backhanding, etc. These pictures seem to be intended to remind Miura to keep it firmly in mind.

But why?

Miura couldn't understand, so he read the tape over and over again. What does this have to do with what happened on September 4 last year? Why do you have to watch these for yourself that day?

At 7:30, it was full daylight, and Miura had watched the tape no less than ten times and still "got nothing", at least he thought at the time.

Today is also a day off, Miura checked the time, then went to the bathroom to clean up, took the card, and left the house again.