Real history?

What does this sentence mean?

Liu Yinxiu wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth, stood up and raised his head. In his dizzy vision, he saw the young man holding his head proudly from beginning to end, with mocking eyes and a sarcastic smile, as if he was not a sacrifice with his limbs tied up to be eaten by insects, but an arrogant rebel who cut off the king's head.

So proud, so beautiful, so brave, so dazzling, and also so...desperate.

This miserable and bizarre scene had a severe impact on Liu Yinxiu. He even forgot the doubt that had just flashed through his mind. His brain went blank and his stomach was churning again, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"This is fake!" Liu Yinxiu yelled in a panic. He stepped back repeatedly, as if he had seen the most horrific disaster in the world. "This can't be true! It's too absurd and doesn't make sense! Someone must have made this prank video! This is too much!"

Shi Jing is just a film director. He is a weak scholar who is powerless. How could he kill the Zerg Queen?

And the Zerg have no reason to capture him!

Shi Jing was just filming a movie. He was not a warrior. He had never killed any Zerg! Even if the Zerg wanted revenge, they shouldn't have come after him!

"Who do you think you are? How dare a lowly and disgusting human like you let the Queen condescend to see you!"

The whip broke through the air with a loud sound, the young man groaned, and the buzzing sound suddenly became lively and bright. Liu Yinxiu didn't look at the screen, but the kind of tiny chewing sound that made his scalp tingle was still lingering in his ears.

He even had an illusion that the bugs had broken through the screen and drilled into his brain, currently gnawing at his brain.

He slapped his body nervously, shaking it like a madman, muttering to himself like a madman: "Impossible, impossible... There is no reason..."

His fierce rebuttal suddenly stopped.

Liu Yinxiu leaned his back against the cold wall, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his face suddenly turned gray, as blue-gray as a dead person.

Is there really no reason?

As a fan of Shi Jing, he knew best about Shi Jing's clear-cut anti-Zerg stance.

"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is ostensibly about Soviet history, but in fact it is an allusion to the peaceful evolution of humans by the current Zerg.

This film promoted the anti-Zerg wave around the world. If the assassination of the president was the direct fuse of the war, then "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" was the indirect fuse.

In recent years, Shi Jing has made many films that promote traditional culture based on the lost history of ancient Earth. These films describe the suffering and glory of mankind, convey the concept of freedom and equality, and make countless people feel proud of being human.

Human civilization has endured many disasters to this day, but our ancestors never gave up and never surrendered to the powerful enemy in such harsh and cruel ancient times. This is why human civilization can be passed down from generation to generation.

Liu Yinxiu prefers to call Shi Jing's films epics.

During the six-year war, these epic films greatly boosted the morale of both the military and civilians and strengthened their determination to fight to the end.

At this moment of life and death, for the continuation of human civilization, they have no choice but to charge forward.

If this war is won, human civilization can continue to develop. If it is lost, the country will be truly destroyed and the race will be extinct.

Shi Jing did not tell the audience these truths in person, but the audience learned them from his movies.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the hearts of fans, Shi Jing has become their spiritual leader.

So... the desperate Zerg wanted to capture Le Jing and use Shi Jing's death to severely damage human morale?

“Cough cough cough, hahahahahaha… cough cough cough…”

The heart-wrenching cough was accompanied by a hearty and heroic laughter, which seemed extremely weird in this situation.

Liu Yinxiu looked up at the screen in astonishment, only to see the young man laughing loudly towards the sky. He started coughing up blood and crying, laughing like a madman who had no fear.

The Zerg executioner raised the whip in his hand threateningly and asked angrily: "What are you laughing at?!"

He whipped the young man again as if to vent his anger. The young man groaned, but his laughter became more and more violent, like the humming of swords, and the cold and murderous sound of iron horses could be vaguely heard.

He just laughed off the filthy bugs that greedily ate.

The Zerg executioner raised his whip, but could not make him lower his head. He raised his head and laughed. Between the heaven and earth, he was his own king.

The executioner's voice was a little more exasperated: "Speak! What are you laughing at!!!"

After more than ten seconds, the laughter stopped, and the young man's pale cheeks showed a rare bit of color. He tilted his head, and his eyes went straight through the camera. His gaze was as stern as a spear piercing through the heart. Liu Yinxiu didn't dare to look directly at him, and hurriedly looked away, feeling frightened and his heart pounding.

"You are looking here, right?" He looked at the screen with certainty, and said to an unknown being: "If you want to know the answer, come to me yourself, and I will tell you everything." He glanced at the insects crawling and biting on his body with contempt, and stabbed the executioner who was showing off his power coldly, then raised his eyes arrogantly and looked at the camera: "Don't use these little tricks, it's boring."

Liu Yinxiu was confused. Who was Shi Jing talking to?

After a few breaths, a soft and hoarse female voice suddenly sounded: "Are you talking to me?"

The arrogant executioner knelt down with a plop. He bent over and lowered his head like a docile lamb, "Greetings, Her Majesty the Queen!"

The young man laughed and stood straight amidst the bites of the insects, "You're here."

…

Cao Desheng stared at the computer screen with bloodshot eyes, feeling as if his heart was on a roller coaster. He covered his chest, fearing that he would have a heart attack the next moment.

What is going on? !

What on earth is going on? !

With shaking hands, he dialed the man's number. As soon as the call was picked up, he asked harshly: "What's the matter with that video? Shouldn't you protect Shi Jing? Why did he fall into the hands of the Zerg! Is he still alive now? "

The other party sighed deeply and long, the ending tone contained many complex meanings.

Cao Desheng felt a chill in his heart, his lips trembled a few times, and the voice came out of his throat bit by bit: "Say something! Shi Jing, you are still alive...right?" At the end, his voice was almost pleading.

“…I’m sorry.”

This sentence completely drained all of Cao Desheng's energy. He staggered and sat down on the ground dejectedly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He clutched his chest and shouted, "You promised me to protect him! You promised!!!"

"That was his idea." The other party said dryly, "We tried to stop him, but..."

"Have you really tried to stop him?" Cao Desheng shouted, "If you really wanted to stop him, he wouldn't have ended up like this!!" He spoke faster and faster, his face flushed with excitement, "I'm afraid that not only did you fail to stop him, you also pushed him and forced him onto this path of no return!"

"He is just an artist! And you let him be a soldier?! Are you crazy?! Are you so short of manpower that you force ordinary people to go to the battlefield?? What about the army? What about our army? Don't you know how talented Shi Jing is? Don't you know how many people his movies have inspired? Don't you know how great this kid will become in the future? How could you! How dare you?!!!"

He roared and wailed, his nails digging deep into his flesh. He wished he could dig out his entire heart and place it in front of the man so that he could see with his own eyes the painful wails of his heart.

"You are committing a crime! You are committing a crime against all of humanity! You have killed a brilliant artist! You have destroyed a star of humanity with your own hands!"

In response to his harsh accusations, the other side remained silent.

After a while, Cao Desheng finally regained some composure from the huge blow. He asked weakly with a hoarse voice: "What exactly happened? I want to know all the details. Otherwise, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will definitely send you to a military court. I promise!"

The other party sighed again: "You don't have to be so hostile to us. We are also doing this for this country."

Cao Desheng sneered.

"…Since you want to know, I'll tell you. After I'm done, if you still want to send me to a military court, I will never resist."

…

“You’re here.”

The young man's limbs were handcuffed tightly to the wall, and colorful insects were crawling in the blood-red flesh. The blood that could not be swallowed in time flowed down his body and gathered into a winding stream under him.

But in such a tragic situation, he was still smiling, neither arrogant nor humble, and smiling politely.

Zhang Yanfang covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders shaking constantly, and broken, incoherent sounds coming from her throat.

The farewell that day was still vivid in her mind. She never expected that the next time she saw Shi Jing would be in this situation.

He is only in his early thirties, in the prime of a man's life! His career has just begun! He has not yet become a gray-haired grandfather, and he has received a lifetime achievement award!

With shaking hands, she called the police again: "Go and save Shi Jing! He is being eaten by bugs! He is dying!!"

The police gave the same old response on the phone: "We have recorded your report and are investigating it. We will notify you as soon as there is any progress."

"What are you investigating? He's about to die, can't you see?!"

"…Ma'am, we can't save a dead man."

"No, he's not dead, he's still talking, he's still moving! He..."

"…Ma'am, it's just a video."

Zhang Yanfang hung up the phone, stared blankly at the computer screen, and burst into tears.

On the screen, the queen, whose face is not shown, said: "I have met your expectations, you can tell me everything."

"No." The young man shook his head and looked at the camera awkwardly, as if he was looking at a willful child. "When I say meeting, I mean face to face, not through a screen. Don't you want to come and see me in person?"

"No, I don't want to. Why should I come to see a dying person?"

"But I want to," the young man said sincerely, "I'm about to die, and I want to see the murderer with my own eyes. Can you fulfill my last wish?"

"Of course..." The queen dragged out her voice in a vicious way, and then said simply: "No." She laughed sweetly, "Do you think I can't get an answer if you don't tell me?"

"Of course you can." The young man said cheerfully, "You can directly check my hippocampus and get the answer from my memory."

"Yes, I can do that. So why should I come to see you?"

"Of course it's because..." The young man imitated the queen and drew out his voice. The smile on his face had a hint of subtle malice. "You won't get the answer from my hippocampus."

"Why do I know the true history? Shi Jing's hippocampus won't tell you the answer."

"Hehe, how can we know if we don't try?" The queen said nonchalantly to the executioner who was kneeling on the ground: "Go check his hippocampus and tell me the answer."

Through tearful eyes, Zhang Yanfang saw the executioner walk up to Shi Jing, and the tentacles on his forehead suddenly stretched out and stretched towards Shi Jing's head.

She exclaimed, "What!! No?!"

In her horrified eyes, she only heard two sharp and tooth-grinding electric drill sounds, and amid the young man's sudden roar, the two tentacles drilled into his brain bit by bit.

The young man's already pale face now looked even more deadly gray.

Zhang Yanfang felt dizzy and dizzy. As a bystander, she felt the pain. How much pain must Shi Jing have felt? How did he... endure it?

Zhang Yanfang didn't dare to read on, but she had to.

This is the last record of that child’s life, and the last thing he left to this world.

She couldn't save the child, but at least she could watch him leave.

…

Mo Mingrui's face turned pale as he watched the executioner flipping through Shi Jing's brain. The young man fainted briefly, then quickly woke up, and repeated this over and over again. Sweat mixed with blood formed a pool of blood under him.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could rush into the screen, strangle the executioner to death, and rescue Shi Jing.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the executioner pulled out his tentacles. His face, which was as stiff as if his facial nerves had died, showed a rare sign of panic. He knelt down in fear and trepidation, and said in a shrill voice, "I am incompetent. I have not found anything in his memory that can tell him the true history!"

"Humph! Then tell me, how did he know the true history?"

The executioner carefully glanced in the direction of the monitor, sweating profusely, and stammered, "It seems that he... knew the true history after waking up from his failed suicide attempt..."

The young man woke up from his coma again. He raised his head with great effort. Sweat and tears blocked his vision. He looked towards the camera with a weak smile and said breathlessly, "That's why I said you can't find what you want in my hippocampus."

"If you want to know the answer, come find me." The young man's voice was weak, but the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger: "According to the amount of blood I'm bleeding now, I will probably die in ten minutes."

"If I die, you will never know who betrayed you again."

After a long silence, the queen's exasperated voice rang out from above the prison cell: "Just wait!"

Liu Yinxiu was crying and snotting, but he still stared at the screen intently. Like the queen, he also wanted to know the answer.

Is the real history that is mentioned again and again the real history he thinks it is?

What Shi Jing filmed was not a fictional work, but the real history that had been lost for thousands of years?

The queen suspected that there was a traitor among the Zerg who told Shi Jing the true history.

That's why the queen regards Shi Jing as a thorn in her side, and that's why Shi Jing was tortured severely.

In this way, everything can be explained.

He suddenly remembered the short news he saw before clicking on the video - the news said that it was Shi Jing who killed the queen.

But Shi Jing is about to die. How is he going to kill the queen?

Liu Yinxiu felt as if he had split into two people. One person had lost his mind and was crying loudly in grief, while the other was still calmly analyzing everything.

As Shi Jing's head lowered and his expression became weaker and weaker, a huge figure finally squeezed into the door.

It has a human body and a spider tail, half beauty and half ferocious beast. Only such a strange beast can stop children from crying at night.

"Now I'm here," the strange beast leaned forward slightly, looking down at the human who only reached her lower abdomen, and her voice was soft and loud, as if a god was asking the world from the clouds, "Can you tell me?"

The young man raised his head with great effort, his pupils dilated and his eyes had lost focus, but in this situation, he was still smiling, a firm, fearless, and disdainful smile.

"Come closer, I'll tell you..."

The queen raised her eyebrows and lowered her body arrogantly, with her charming face no more than half a meter away from the young man's head. She spoke in a condescending manner: "Speak."

The curve of the young man's mouth widened little by little, and he said word by word: "Welcome to hell."

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the video ended.

Liu Yinxiu stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Snow was flying outside the window, and the sky and the earth were pure white, unstained by blood.

What a white world.

But just now, he witnessed hell with his own eyes.

The real hell is not a sea of blood and corpses, nor is it the wailing of evil spirits demanding lives, but the saints being swallowed by filth and the stars of hope being swallowed by demons.

In a trance, he seemed to hear countless miserable cries.

This is not an illusion.

Nothing in the world can compare to the sorrow of spring. Let’s just cry out to the sky.

Four hundred million people shed tears together, and what they were crying for was not China, but a hero who died heroically.

He used his body as a bomb to gain peace after the ceasefire.

From birth to death, he maintained the dignity and pride of a human being. His body was imprisoned and cruelly tortured, but he had a free and fearless soul!

As the confessional poem says:

"Let the heavy iron shackles ring under your feet,

You can raise the whip as high as you want,

I don't need any confession.

Even if there's a bloody bayonet facing my chest!

People cannot lower their noble heads.

Only cowards beg for "freedom";

What does torture achieve?

Even death cannot make me speak!

I laughed at death.

The devil's palace shook with laughter;

This is me - the confession of a Communist Party member..."