What a tragic scene it was.

It is a state of human death, being burned alive, without any mercy, without the slightest hope of redemption, and in pure despair.

Each image was like a knife cutting into Ms. Merritt’s heart.

She felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if her chest was being stabbed again and again by the director with a ruthless blunt knife.

Cover your heart, but the story continues.

Ms. Merritt saw the ghost-like witch who had appeared before.

In her narrative, the truth of this shrine and this world unfolds before Ms. Merritt.

Only the highest hopes of the purest of men transformed into the power of despair can nourish the pure fire.

Only pollution can fight pollution, and stronger pollution can cover weaker pollution.

For thousands of years, all witches have been like this.

If we don't, the world will end.

Ms. Merritt's brain had shut down at this point.

All the images in her mind were frozen on the miserable appearance of the once lovely, petite girl.

Until the ghostly priestess said that the last name Amber called out was the protagonist's name, repeated thousands of times.

The scene changes, and it shows Amber drinking the potion, being tied up in the attic, and being burned by flames.

She despaired, she struggled, she hated, she cursed everything.

At the same time, the people under the attic were cheering and smiling.

The two are intertwined on the screen at the same time. Ms. Merritt can no longer tell whether the blazing flames are the fire that mercilessly devours life and hope, or the fire that warms and sweeps away despair.

She saw that Amber, whose skin had fallen off and whose flesh had melted, was still repeating the protagonist's name.

She said, I'm sorry.

Ms. Merritt thought that if she could choose again, Amber might choose to ignore those responsibilities and leave with the protagonist.

She also hopes that Amber will make this choice.

But it was too late.

Everything forms a closed loop. It is because she is such an outstanding person that she is standing here.

Her death was not due to personal selfishness, and it cannot even be considered a tragedy.

The death of one, and the survival of many.

Although it was not a personal sacrifice, it was a necessary sacrifice for the world.

This made Ms. Merritt feel truly powerless.

If it was some villain who killed Amber out of hatred, or her death was caused by someone's mistake, then Ms. Merritt could be angry, resentful, accuse and blame those who committed the crime.

She can shout at the protagonist to break it all, burn down the entire shrine, burn the entire sacred cherry tree, and destroy the world.

However, in this matter, no one has made an unforgivable mistake, and everyone is running towards the direction of keeping the world alive and making it a better place.

If anything is wrong, it's probably this whole crazy world that's wrong.

Even in such a world, Amber hopes that the protagonist can survive here.

Everything constitutes a dead end.

"Survive."

Through the mouth of the ghost witch, the protagonist heard Amber's last wish.

Ms. Merritt felt something of a shock.

Her eardrums buzzed and blood rushed to her head.

From her throat to her stomach, the cold feeling was like tentacles, churning her stomach.

At this moment, Ms. Merritt felt as if her brain was thrown into boiling water and cooked. Her eyes were red, her back was arched, and acid surged up in her throat, and she vomited it out.

She hadn't eaten much that night, so most of it was stomach acid and alcohol.

The foul-smelling vomit now seemed pleasing to Ms. Merritt.

She saw that on the screen, the protagonist finally left and went to the sea, but the world continued. In the warm spring light and the brilliant cherry blossoms, he heard a sound like a silver bell. He looked up and saw a blazing arrow streaking across the sky like a meteor. Just as Amber once said, no matter where he was in the world, she could see him.

"You saw it."

The protagonist chuckled, and his back was obscured by the rain of cherry blossoms and disappeared.

It was clearly a beautiful and brilliant scene, but what it represented made Ms. Merritt feel a chill.

The more beautiful the scene was, the more difficult it was for her to accept the plot just now.

Simply put, she was broken.

"Is this director crazy? Why did he let Amber die like this? Does he have any grudge against this character?"

"I can't accept this kind of ending. Why should such a good girl be killed like that while others are still laughing and smiling?"

"The director must be a dark person at heart. He is just waiting for the audience to see this, right? He just wants the audience to scold him, right? What a perverted masochist!"

Ms. Merritt stood up and immediately felt dizzy. Everything she had just witnessed challenged her sanity. Her eyes went dark and the rush of blood made her faint.

thump--

Ms. Merritt collapsed on the sofa, with only her body occasionally moving to show that she was still alive.

After more than ten minutes, she gradually regained consciousness and sat up from the sofa.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She immediately went to her computer and prepared to write an article to accuse Lu Ban.

But just as she was about to type, Ms. Merritt realized something.

As a judge, I cannot spoil the film before it is officially released.

Especially with the content of this movie, this reversal is the core of the film. She could certainly try to get some temporary satisfaction by revealing the whole movie, but if she does so, her qualification as a judge will definitely be revoked, and she will probably not be able to make a living in the industry in the future. The cost is too high.

and……

After calming down a bit, Ms. Merritt thought carefully about how long it had been since she had felt such a huge emotional upheaval because of the experience of a movie character.

The more furious she is now, the more sad and regretful she is, and the more resentful and angry she is at the director, doesn't it mean that the character of Amber has successfully entered her heart?

The more Ms. Merritt thought about it, the more she found herself in a dilemma, just like the protagonist.

The more she wants to criticize the director, the better the director shoots.

The better the director shoots, the more she wants to criticize him.

Even those sarcastic and outrageous remarks that he was good at in the past will now become praises for the director and the film.

What's more, the film has such excellent actors and such an attractive atmosphere. Even the ending that made Ms. Merritt furious reflects the core of the story.

It can be said that the reason why she is like this now is entirely because the movie conveys what it wants to convey completely.

It was at this moment that Ms. Merritt fully understood the protagonist only after the film was over.

Then she fell into real despair.