Global Movie Emperor

On weekends, worship.

As a believer in the church, Catherine did not take advantage of the geographical advantage and was the first to rush to the church today. Instead, she waited until almost noon and other worshipers left before she changed clothes and went. As her husband, Kyle would accompany her from the beginning. , even if the situation is a bit special this time, it is no exception.

"Catherine, Kyle, hello, ugh...poor kid, come in quickly."

Pastor Crowe wore a black robe and held the New Testament. He still looked so kind. Although he was a little Mediterranean, it did not affect his temperament at all. The white hair and beard on the back of his head were still neatly combed by him. After seeing the couple, they didn't show any strange expressions. They just patted Kyle on the shoulder, proving that he had heard about Kyle.

After entering the church, Catherine knelt on the futon in front of her, crossed her hands into fists, closed her eyes, recited the Bible with the pastor, and prayed for Kyle and herself, while Kyle sat on the bench at the end as usual. He didn't make any move, but still looked at Catherine until the service was over and the couple was ready to leave.

"Kyle, I think you should also pray. Only the Lord can forgive your sins. It's time to become a believer."

Catherine felt Kyle's hand clenching violently, and could only shake Kyle's arm desperately, showing embarrassment and praying, but Kyle knew that if he really prayed, then his crime would be really established. Although the police will not use his prayer as evidence, the same cannot be said for others.

"Sorry Pastor Crow, I don't think I need to pray."

"Listen to me Kyle... you made a serious mistake. You are a good boy and should not have gone down this road. I want to thank you for helping me tow the car, so I also want to help you. Ask the Lord to forgive you. It’s your fault, otherwise you will go to hell!”

"If people's slander can convict me, then I believe that hell is not that terrible after all."

Hearing Kyle's words, Pastor Crow looked unhappy. He really had good intentions and hoped that he could be forgiven by his faith and not have to suffer after his death. Otherwise, he would make such a mistake. People, according to the pastor's personal feelings, are also absolutely detestable.

"Kyle, I'm helping you. Stop being stubborn and follow my advice, kid."

"Sorry Pastor, I really don't need it, thank you for your help, but I don't think I did anything wrong."

Kyle refused again, and this time he pulled Catherine and prepared to leave without hesitation. Although the pastor was not furious, he was still very angry.

"Kyle! You committed such an evil crime, are you really not afraid of the future?"

Not only the pastor can be angry, but Kyle can also be angry, and the source of his anger is clearer. The anger is rising, sin? Whose sin is this?

"If good and evil are really determined by victory or defeat...then you win, you are righteous, and I am evil! I! am evil! I am willing to go to hell! Even if I am labeled as evil, my soul be free……"

Regardless of the stunned pastor, he strode away with Catherine and returned home on foot, but he was still depressed. Catherine didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only remain silent until... the sound of the police siren came.

…

Since Kyle was taken away for interrogation, Catherine has been living alone in the most remote corner of Irkru Castle. It is only now that she begins to fear and regret why she chose to settle here despite Kyle's advice.

Some of the sources of fear and uneasiness are rocks or small animal carcasses that fly in at different times or places, breaking windows, or drunkards who stand outside the house and curse loudly when night comes.

It was too difficult for a woman to endure these times, so that every night she would fall asleep looking at Kyle's photo with tears in her eyes. Even if there was another sound of broken glass, she did not dare to get up to check, so she could only leave her room The door is locked and the sofa is pressed against the door to ensure your own safety.

As for calling the police... it always takes more than an hour.

She lost her job, and her supervisor informed her over the phone that she was fired. This was unreasonable. She didn't even receive a dismissal notice. Of course it was unreasonable, but her current life was unreasonable in every way.

She could only hide at home every day and not go out, hoping that Kyle would come back today, but more than a month later, there was still no news from him.

Eventually she had to go out, fearful, because there was no food left in the house.

God knows how dark a woman's experience would be if she was forced into social anxiety in a short period of time, but she still didn't complain because she knew that Kyle's experience must be more painful than hers.

Driving to the market in Irkru Fort, I felt a few cold stares intuitively the moment I got off the bus. After entering the market, this cold treatment became even more obvious.

She asked about the ingredients, but no one paid attention, and asked about the seasonings, but still no one paid attention. Everyone crossed their arms and looked at her coldly, at least that was how she remembered it.

Until she gave up and was about to drive to Liverpool to buy ingredients. When she turned around, she collided with another woman. She said she was a woman... maybe she was complimenting her. There were at least three women with this figure.

"Are you XX blind? You XXXXXX XXXX, damn cousin! Your man treats my child like that. I really XXXX hope he dies in prison."

It was obvious that she was here to cause trouble on purpose, and that she was a fat woman suffering from child murder delusion, but no one on the street stopped her. Even when the woman took action, the crowd burst into laughter.

Catherine, who was never an opponent, was already blindsided by the first slap. She even forgot to fight back and just hugged her bag tightly.

When the woman saw that she didn't fight back, she started fighting harder and harder. The women around her were chatting and laughing, and the men even started to give the woman some help. At this moment, they were no longer human beings, but more like collectively demonized monsters, sharp and sharp. smiling and doing what they thought was fighting for justice.

When she remembered it again, her hair was disheveled, her clothes had been torn open, revealing the bra underneath, and she was covered in mud. The sellers treated her like nothing, and pedestrians walked over her. In the end, she couldn't help it, and no one could. Holding back, she stood up and covered her upper body with her bag, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Are you okay ma'am? God, what happened to them? I've called the police for you, please put on your clothes first."

A long-haired man who seemed to be of mixed race looked terrified at these indifferent people. He witnessed the second half of her being beaten by the fat woman. He wanted to start a fight, but was stopped by the theatergoers. He had no choice but to just He could choose to call the police and come to help after the crowd dispersed. He didn't know what was wrong with the people here, but he just felt shuddering.

And Catherine's long-standing grievances burst out at this moment. In this case, it was okay to be treated indifferently, but she was afraid of being cared about. When the grievance broke out, no one could bear it.

She refused the man's move to take off her clothes and come over. She covered her chest with the bag and buried her head in it. She stretched out her hand to signal the man not to come over and kept sobbing.

"They can't do this... No one can treat others like this... This is wrong, how can they do this... Day after day, there is no end, it seems that they are doing the right thing, but why can they Why do they hurt others in the name of justice? Why do they...?"

"Ma'am, calm down. Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? Put on your clothes first."

"NO! NO!"

She rejected the kindness again, turned around and left regardless of the man's obstruction. The man had no choice but to watch her slowly get into the car, and then cried on the steering wheel.

"Did you call the police?"

"emm...yes, someone was beating someone here just now, and the person who was beaten was in the car."

As a result, a scene that made him hairy happened, police! police! There was no difference between everyone on the street. They were laughing loudly. One of the police officers went to knock on the car window and asked, "Do you need help?" Then, as if he got some answer, he turned around, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and asked Catherine to leave quickly.

"Are you really the police? How could you do this? Turn a blind eye to violence? She is obviously a victim!"

"Of course we are the police. Do you want to test whether the gun in my hand is a real one?"

"God... people here are crazy!"

…

She was no longer in the mood to buy food anymore, so she drove back home, only to see the man she had been thinking about these days standing at the door, rubbing her eyes... It was true.

"Catherine! Farke! How could they do this to you? This matter obviously has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...it's my fault, I'm sorry..."

He hugged Catherine and said sorry over and over again, his eyes were desperate and empty. What he had met and encountered in these days had completely destroyed his whole person and his soul...

The goddam world killed him.

"Kyle... let's leave, I'm fed up! I'm really fed up with everything here! Why do we have to make it look like we did something wrong? All the children's statements are completely different! Even those children They didn’t even know you were married, and they said the child you brought home was brought into the basement by you, but our family doesn’t have a basement at all! They know they are wrong, but they still keep hurting us! Let’s go… wherever we go.”

"Sorry Catherine, I can't leave until I can tell everyone that they are wrong..."

"But does right or wrong matter now! We have been hurt so much, why do you have to endure it any longer?"

"I want an apology...I want an apology to me and to you..."

"But they won't apologize! Never! Let me ask you one last thing, I'm leaving. Are you willing to come with me?"

"I want an apology..."

"Fu·ck you Kyle! What do you want their apology for? To pursue your free soul! I'm really disappointed in you! I never believed you would do something like that, but before that , I understand that people can use violence to change all your opinions! I started to doubt whether you really did it, otherwise why would they hate you so much! Come with me now, don't let me hate you too..."

"I...just want an apology."

"You are so fucking hopeless! I won't live like this with you anymore. I won't be beaten anymore, and my clothes will no longer be torn for others to see! I won't be scolded by drunkards anymore. Those dirty words, let alone sleeping in a house with drafts on all sides every night, I hate you Kyle! I’m leaving now! Now!”

She really went to pack her things. This is understandable. Human feelings cannot be indestructible and can be erased by external objects. The world has long recognized this, so everyone agrees that feelings need to be managed.

It wasn't that they were separated when disaster struck, it was just that out of fear of the foreseeable future suffering, Kyle was willing to accept it, but she was not.

Kyle watched numbly as she packed her luggage and carried the suitcase out of the room. During this period, she repeatedly asked Kyle if he was leaving with her, but he only repeated this sentence.

"I want an apology..."

"Kyle, your life has been foreseeable. It will be very difficult. I'm sorry, I can't bear it with you. I'm sorry... I love you Kyle, but such a future is too scary. I'm leaving. sorry……"

She drove away in the car crying, escaping from this cage of monsters and monsters, but left her lover there, standing at the door, watching her leave.

…

Catherine's departure brought many disadvantages. At least he couldn't cook and could only live on some instant food and cereal milk. But there was a time when he finished eating and he needed to go out to buy some food, so he came The supermarket, a place where he was extremely unwelcome.

I grabbed a few packets of cereal and stuffed them into the shopping basket, and also picked up food with a longer shelf life like canned food. I went to the checkout counter to pay in silence under the cold eyes of other customers.

"A total of one hundred and thirty-three and a half dollars."

He was indeed drunk, shaking his body and taking out his wallet, but another male employee ran over from a distance, pushed the food aside, grabbed Kyle by the collar and threw him far away.

"Get out, you are not welcome here, and we will not sell you anything. Get out now, or I will kill you."

"I have the right to use my legitimate income to purchase any goods for sale..."

"Haha...are you stupid? Did you hear when I told you to get out? Get away!"

The clerk pushed Kyle and pointed in the direction of the door, asking him to leave. Kyle listened to his words and walked out the door, but he had a bag of cereal under his arm and a bag of cereal dropped on the counter. Money to pack cereal.

When the clerk found out, he grabbed the cereal and even punched him. The punch hit him on the chin, causing Kyle to hit the ground directly. After a long time, he got up, faced the sneering clerk, and picked it up. cereal, and then punched him in the nose!

"Fuck! Beat him!"

Until his face was covered in blood and he was thrown out of the store along with the products he selected. Kyle lay there for a while in the eyes of passers-by. Finally, he stood up, picked up the food, shook his body, and left slowly.

"Kyle! What's wrong with him?"

In the open-air parking lot in front of the supermarket, the Carls family was preparing to leave. Judy shouted after seeing Kyle, attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh my god...it looks really miserable, but he doesn't deserve pity."

The family was lamenting Kyle's current embarrassment and desolation. Only Carls in the driver's seat showed pain and struggle, but also seemed to have made up his mind, and his expression became resolute again. For the sake of his family, this pain... I'm sorry, Kyle could only bear it alone. When he looked at Kyle, unexpectedly, Kyle also noticed them. As he walked, he raised his middle finger to the family.

This made the irritable Mrs. Carls unbearable. She picked up the glass bottle of drink that had just been left by the child and threw it at Kyle until the bottle broke in front of Kyle's feet. However, she discovered that Kyle had used the hidden weapon. Indifferently, as if she had never thrown it before, she stepped on the broken glass and left without raising her head.

There were five members of the family, three with unforgettable hatred and one with guilt. Only Judy was lying on the car window, with her little head wondering what she was thinking.

…

Four months later, Christmas Day.

The room was full of wine bottles and cigarette butts. Kyle slept among the clutter until there was a knock on the door. He slowly got up and opened the door. To his surprise, someone knocked on his door, which made him even more surprised. Unexpectedly, the person who knocked on the door was Judy, wearing a new windbreaker, dressed up as bright and cute, as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

"Kyle, will you go to church?"

He stared at Judy's eyes, which were bright and clear and seemed to have never hidden any dirt. He hated the culprit for ruining everything for him, but she was a child and he couldn't take revenge.

There was no answer. He pulled the door and slowly closed it, but she held the door open and looked at Kyle innocently.

"I've been studying hard, but I'm very tired, Kyle...can reading really free the soul?"

At this time, Kyle was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was scarred. Hearing Judy's question, he finally answered with a hoarse voice.

"NO..."

He closed the door.

…

On Christmas Day, it was time for him to take a good bath. He immersed himself in the bathtub, as if he was drowning. Finally, he got up from the bathtub, shaved cleanly, bandaged the wounds one by one with gauze, and put on his most expensive clothes. Wearing a suit and a black tie, he looked out the window. The church was decorated with lights and was very lively. And he, sitting on a wooden chair, opened a bottle of whiskey and took a swig.

As night fell, the church activities officially began. The brightly lit church was in sharp contrast with Kyle's dirty and dark room. Then... the youth choir sang the classic song, "Ave Verum Corpus". (Please turn on the player to listen)

“Like a true Eucharistic homage.”

"He was born of the virgin Mary."

“Suffering and making sacrifices.”

"Suffering the cross for mankind."

Kyle took a big sip of wine. He remembered that once, at this time, he and Catherine would sing this song together in the church. But now, he was the only one left in the dark room, and he was a little drunk. Then, leaning on the back of the wooden chair, looking at the portrait of Jesus that Catherine had not taken away hanging on the wall, she sang this song along with the choir.

"His body was pierced."

"It's his blood that's flowing."

"For our sake, it was pre-tried."

"The judgment of death..."

Gradually, under the moonlight, his eyes began to sparkle, and he began to choke, looking at the portrait, lost in thought...

"You are a safe haven for most people, whether they are right or wrong? So can you answer me, what is my fault? Will what I do really be defined as evil?"

"The Karls family has become harmonious again, no longer quarreling, and understanding each other, but this is at the expense of my happiness. Is this fair?"

"If you are really powerful... then look at what these people who support you have done? And what have I lost because of this? Can you see it?"

The camera was shown to the people in the church. They were singing holy songs, with solemn faces, accompanied by golden lights and melodious singing. But how ferocious were these people before this?

Kyle drank heavily, with tears in his eyes but not falling down. Finally, he drank half the bottle in one gulp and let out a long sigh filled with pain.

"What should I apologize for for what I have done? Why have I been wronged and can't clean it up? Look...look! Look what they have done!! And the pain I have endured!"

His right foot hit the dining table, and he pulled open his trouser legs. Inside was an electronic shackle, which was still flashing red light. This was the reason why he didn't leave with Catherine. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that he couldn't leave at all. open!

Don't they know they are wrong? Didn’t everyone have any doubts after seeing the child’s dictation? Wrong, everyone knows they are wrong, but these are the people singing in the church! After realizing his mistake, he still refused to repent. Instead, he was handcuffed again and continued to commit atrocities against him in this village on the pretext that he was still under investigation!

for what? The reason... is to lie to his own conscience and truly treat Kyle as a criminal, so that everyone in the church can sleep and eat peacefully without having to apologize for the wrong he committed against Kyle...

"Am I a beast? Am I their pet? Am I someone they can bully and vent at will? Open your eyes and look! Jesus! What on earth am I? Shut up! shut up!! shut up!! !”

The wine bottle smashed against the wall and broke into pieces, roaring at the people who were still singing carols in the church. The eaves blocked the moonlight and blocked half of the portrait. The upper part of Jesus' head was hidden in the dark shadow, as if it was covered. Close your eyes.

"I want to die! But I lack an apology, I lack everyone to say sorry to me... So I can't die, or I'm already dead, so what's the point of still breathing?"

A small cutting machine was picked up. With hatred and anger, Kyle connected the power supply, made a sharp noise, took a deep breath, and put it on his feet...

After the sparks flew, they cut into the flesh, and blood instantly surged out and stained his trousers, but he didn't care, threw the cutting machine on the ground, and pushed open the door with the help of his drunkenness, and a gust of wind and snow blew in.

The blood melted the snow, forming bloody footprints. He broke into the church. Amid everyone's screams, he grabbed the supermarket employee closest to him and asked frantically with his eyes wide open...

"Have you seen my heart!"

Then he grabbed the police sergeant who was trying to escape and screamed at the top of his lungs...

"Have you seen my heart!"

Principal Shirley, the fat woman, Catherine's supervisor, the students' parents, Pastor Crow, he asked everyone until Mr. and Mrs. Carls stood in front of him.

"Have you seen my heart!!!"

After punching Karls and pulling him up from the ground in front of his wife, Kyle pointed to his chest and shook his head.

"Did you see it? There is nothing in here...nothing...ho~poof!"

He laughed and left. No one dared to stop him, let alone beat him. Everyone looked at him like a monster, but they didn't know that the only "person" in the church was Kyle...

Just like an interesting effect, the psychologist tied himself up, blindfolded himself, took sleeping pills, and let others manipulate him. At first, people just touched his face lightly, and then they became more and more bold and kicked him twice. Foot, hit him twice, and finally took out a pistol...

But when he woke up after the experiment and was released, those who even wanted to kill him while he was sleeping ran away in fear, just like the gang in the church.

shameful!

…

After that, Kyle did not leave Irkro Castle, but still lived here for twenty years. After that Christmas night, people did not target him again, but instead Dare to look him in the eyes and ask his children not to associate with him...

Twenty years later...

A man and a woman were walking on a path covered with fallen leaves, holding hands and shaking them back and forth. It was obvious that they were a young couple who had a good relationship.

"Is this where you grew up? It's really beautiful..."

The girl smiled and did not answer, but just walked around every corner with him. For her, getting into a good university, getting to know an excellent boyfriend, and getting out of the shadow of her parents would be a great blessing for the rest of her life.

When the two reached the end of the path, a house covered with ivy came into view. In the yard, a sloppy man was waving a hoe vigorously, looking somewhat sinister.

"Who is he? Why does he live here?"

"He? I heard from my family that he had committed a crime before, and then he settled here and had little contact with the outside world."

"What kind of crime have you committed? How about living alone here?"

"Forgot. It could be murder? It could also be rape. In short, it's a serious crime."

The man seemed to hear the sound, turned around and looked back at the two people, and then raised the hoe as if nothing had happened. Once, twice, he lifted up layer after layer of soil.

"He... isn't he burying someone?"

"What are you thinking about? If someone disappeared in the village, he should have been suspected long ago. Stop thinking nonsense."

"That's right, but it looks a little scary. Let's go...Judy."

After the two left, the camera gradually panned in the direction of Kyle. He had indeed dug a big hole, and he did want to bury someone, but not to bury others, but... to bury himself.

A hand-knocked tombstone has his name and date of birth written on it, and below it is an epitaph.

The screen went dark, and only the epitaph was preserved. The original inscription on the tombstone was a bit unclear, but now it seems to have been re-drawn with a red pen, so that it can be clearly seen.

It says:

"People will never pay for the atrocities they have committed. Death may be the best proof for those who have been wronged..."

The movie ends.

"..."