Chapter 8: Videotape

That night, Miura did not return home until nine o'clock, and he looked at the shoe box next to the porch. The leather shoes the father wore in the morning were not inside.
I took out some leftovers from the refrigerator and ate a few bites after heating. Just preparing to return to his room, his mother came downstairs.
"It's kind, don't say a word when I come back, my mother thought the house was a thief."
"A thief won't let you hear movement."
"It's so late to play with the seniors today, and don't call me back."
Miura said unpleasantly, "I've said so many times, that's rehearsal!"
"Yes, yes, rehearsal, how is that rehearsal?" The mother was actually not very interested in the answer to this question.
Miura replied: "Cut ... sucks. The guy at Xiyuan Temple said that something suddenly happened at home, and the seniors in the third grade were also sluggish all day. They sighed and sighed there, and sighed to the end of the year. At this time, I was no longer a high school student, and my mouth was full of pressure for further studies, future, and work. I didn't feel embarrassed in front of the younger generation, it was really a group of useless guys.
"I think your seniors are right. If you continue to talk like this, you will be the same as the seniors next year."
"Well, anyway, you just need to go to a regular university. The working father after graduation will definitely ask someone to help me designate it, won't it?" Miura was ready to get away and talk with his mother. Similar conversations often end like this.
My mother sighed and stopped talking to him about this issue. Suddenly she thought of something, and said to Miura's back: "Oh, by the way, I found a parcel in the mailbox with your name on it and it was already on your desk."
"I see." Miura responded casually and closed the door.
With his back against the door, facing the dark room, a lot of Miura appeared. At first he joined the Light Music Department for two reasons. One was his rebellious mentality towards his father, and the other was that he thought it should be a good mix in this society.
But the result was very unexpected. This group of rebellious young men who looked to outsiders didn't get together to smoke and hang around all day as he imagined. Instead, they practiced hard all year round. After joining the company, almost all of his spare time was taken into account, and he often practiced late on weekends like today. Even his father, who was resolutely opposed to playing musical instruments, gradually changed his attitude.
If you work hard, you can change something ...
After Miura had such an idea, he began to become concerned about the band's affairs. Unfortunately, for a while, the original and reliable seniors have all changed.
"I said, my parents still expect me to go to college. Even if I don't retire now, I still have to leave when I graduate."
"Oh, me, in the last semester, I may go directly to my dad's factory to start an apprenticeship, how long can I play together ..."
"Forget it, everyone knows that no matter how hard you work hard, it will be a matter of giving up sooner or later. Do you want to be a professional musician in the future? Novices who have only studied for more than a year have broken this idea earlier. You can find guys who are better than our predecessors in middle school students. The kind of parents are engaged in music, and children with talented family conditions will go that way. "
"Mr. Miura, in order to change the strings for half a month without lunch, you can't imagine it. I also want to say the same thing as you, but the world is very realistic. The seniors must follow the life in the future. Make a compromise. This is already an unwritten rule of the Qingyue Club. Basically, third-year students will not stay until the end, so you must be prepared to take over the president at any time, and you must become the support of the younger generation. "
In recent months, Miura has heard things like this, and he often thinks: "A bunch of bastards, saying what has become the support of the younger generation, haven't they all escaped one by one ?!"
He put aside these suppressed thoughts and turned on the light.
On the desk was a large envelope, which seemed to be a thick rectangular object.
切 "Cut ... Mom ran to my room again without permission." Miura murmured to herself, then went to the table and opened the envelope.
Inside is a videotape and a card.
正面 The front of the card is in uppercase English letters: BOOKS; the back is a few lines of small letters.
"Is this a videotape? It's the first time I saw it. What do I want to see?" Miura picked up the tape and wondered what to do for a while, although he knew that people used a thing called a video recorder more than 100 years ago. As the main video recording and playback media, this has been eliminated by several generations and then eliminated. Now it is estimated that you can only find it in the museum.
He had to put the strap aside and read the words on the back of the card: "After that, the Suzukis moved to Okinawa, so far away from you, but three months later, December 8, 2099, that is, Today last year, Suzuki stabbed his sleeping parents to death, then went downstairs and turned on the gas stove, and the family of three finally turned to ashes. "
Miura's face was pale, his temples leaped abruptly, and his hand holding a piece of paper shivered, and then his whole body shivered. His neck was stiff, and he slowly turned his head, staring at the videotape on the table, his eyes could hardly be shifted.
Susan Miura suddenly remembered a ghost story that he had heard before. At the time when the story happened, people were still using video tapes. The specific content is already very vague, but there is a section that he remembers very clearly. It is about the ghosts attached to the videotape crawling out of the TV to ask for a bridge ...
Twenty-five minutes later, he locked the card and strap in a drawer, rushed out of the room, changed shoes at the entrance, and then went out.
It was cold that night, but Miura felt that his whole body's blood had dropped to a freezing point lower than the temperature.
His home is in a good location, and it won't be very noisy around the house, but it doesn't take a few minutes to walk to the bustling shopping street.
There are no less than ten audio and video stores nearby, but they are all separated by a certain distance. Miura spent more than an hour asking each other, and finally got the desired answer when he found the seventh store.
"Ah? Video recorder?" A young owner with green hair and wearing a nose ring showed the same expression as the owner of each store before, but his next sentence gave Miura a boost.
"I really got a bad meal yesterday. I just walked away for five minutes to pull a shit. My brainless dad spent more than a hundred dollars to collect it, why? You want it?"
From the house behind the boss, a loud voice yelled and yelled: "Not filial piety! Does anyone say this to me?"
"Oh! Oops, do you want to be sent to the waste collection station with the old antiques you received ?!" The boss shouted his throat and shouted, and made a hoarse voice that was the same as his dad, shouting After that, if he turned around casually, he continued in his usual tone: "Hey, brother, I'll sell half and give away, take you ..."
Before he finished speaking, Miura took two hundred yuan on the table, "Don't look for it, give me something quickly."
Uh ...
On the 9th of December, at 1am.
Miura finally prepared the VCR and put the video cassette.
It didn't take him that long to see it, but after moving the video recorder 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 Going out for the third time because he found that he had to buy another set of cables and an AVSWITCH to make this ancient device compatible with the flat-screen TV in his room.
I was busy for three or four hours before and the video of the videotape finally appeared in front of Miura.
I came up with subtitles, two very subtle lines of subtitles, which read: "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."
Followed by the signature of "I"-Tianyi, and an unknown address.
的 The videos in the videotape are not terrible, and of course it can be said that the plot is scary in reality.
There are only two characters in the film, both of which are 3D models made by the computer. The image is like a graffiti villain, a round head, and the edges of the body have obvious polygonal edges and corners. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Characters have only one color throughout the body, probably to distinguish them, so one is orange and the other is purple. And there is no dialogue in the film, not even sound effects. It's almost like a child made something.
However, although the characters in the film are designed casually, the scenes are extremely realistic. That school is clearly the high school where Miura attended, and even the flowers and grass on the playground have been restored. As for all the characters used in the characters ’hands, Objects are just as extreme as they are in front of them. Even if the computer visual effects in 2100 have been very developed, this level of realism can only be seen in some super movies.
Mi Miura sweated coldly and watched the whole film. It didn't take long, and the orange villain killed the purple one.
Leave a gap on the edge of the window on the first floor with transparent glue, a stumbling wire, a hiding place, a strangulation action, a method of handling the body ... every detail is presented in front of Miura. Many places have also used close-up slow-down, such as the orange villain holding the rope, the total length of the rope, a few turns around the palm, to ensure that the length of the middle section is more handy when backhanded ... These pictures seem to be intended to remind Miura to firmly remember.
but why?
He Miura couldn't figure it out, so he repeatedly read the tape. What does this have to do with what happened on September 4 last year? Why did Tianyi watch this on his own?
At half past seven, the sky was completely bright. At this time, Miura had watched the video tape no less than ten times, and still had "nothing", at least at the time he thought so.
Today is also a rest day. Miura took a look at the time, then went to the bathroom to clean up, took the card, and left the house again.