Lu Ban couldn't help but read it carefully.

"Look! That's Director ■■■■■. I like his debut work the most. It's full of spirit!"

"If I were to ask which movie I have watched the most, it would definitely be ■■■■■. I didn't expect to see him at this film festival!"

"Sure enough! Sure enough! I knew that ■■■■■ would be there this time!!!"

As soon as he saw those well-known directors and actors, the camera began to shake more violently. Obviously, the little fan almost forgot that he was still filming the video when he saw the idols he had been following.

However, perhaps because of his pronunciation or intonation, the names he said were very vague. Lu Ban couldn't understand who the directors and actors he was talking about were, and he couldn't make out anything from the camera. Otherwise, he could have looked up some information to confirm which film festival this was.

"Oh, sorry sorry, I was so excited that I forgot we were still filming, but I think anyone who loves movies will be excited and thrilled to see this."

The voice sounded a little calmer as he explained, but his body was still honestly continuing to film the opening ceremony.

Just when Lu Ban was wondering whether the next few dozen minutes would be scenes of the opening ceremony, he discovered that the guests on the stage, dressed in suits and ties, seemed to be circling around something.

"Hey, it's a sacrifice."

The voice of the photographer suddenly became louder. It was like a child seeing a street artist perform, full of curiosity, anticipation and excitement.

The most important thing is that there is no sense of disobedience.

The tone of his voice was like watching fireworks blooming, without a trace of cruelty or tyranny, but precisely because of that, it gave people a truly cold feeling.

It is said that children are innocent, but sometimes they kill small animals without mercy.

The photographer makes people feel just like this, as if he has never seen the real world and has only received a wrong education since childhood.

Lu Ban saw that the person those people were surrounding was also one person.

This person was also wearing a suit, but he was tied to a bed. He did not struggle, but showed a fanatical expression and was not afraid.

The people surrounding him had pious expressions, and the people next to him handed them small silver knives, one to each of them, like diners waiting for a whole roasted lamb.

Suddenly, as the music stopped, everyone stopped what they were doing. They seemed to be thinking about something. Then, everyone looked up at the same time and looked in the direction of the camera.

Looking outside the TV, I saw Lu Ban who was watching a video tape.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice behind him made Lu Ban turn around immediately and he found it was James.

The dim light from the car's dashboard illuminated his face, which was as blue as a dead man.

"The contents of this videotape..."

Lu Ban pointed at the TV. Only then did he realize that the screen had gone black at some point and the player had not been running for a long time. Everything that had just happened seemed like an overly real dream that Lu Ban had.

"What happened to the tape?"

James moved a little closer, and the light hit his face, creating a slightly hideous shadow.

"Let me confirm."

As Lu Ban said this, he was about to turn on the TV to confirm the contents of the videotape.

"Forget it. It's so late and it's time to disturb their sleep."

James stopped Lu Ban, and he lay down next to his girlfriend Valerie, and naturally hugged that graceful body.

On the other side, Wes put out his cigarette and climbed into the car.

"What's wrong?"

He glanced at Lu Ban who had not yet laid down.

"No problem."

Lu Ban shook his head and continued to lie down.

He did not fall asleep immediately, but slowly got up when he heard a soft snoring sound from the other side.

Reaching out to the player and just about to press the play button, Lu Ban heard a voice.

"Director Lu Ban, what are you doing?"

Scott, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and asked.

"New content appeared in the video tape just now. Let me confirm it."

Lu Ban spoke frankly, and he also observed Scott's expression through the rearview mirror in the car.

"Really? That's amazing."

Scott responded, but he was driving and didn't do anything more.

"Why don't we wait until morning and watch it together? I also want to see the follow-up content."

After hearing what Scott said, Lu Ban thought about it and nodded. He stood up, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and asked again.

"Do you know anything about 'sacrifice'?"

"You mean what the old man said? I'm not sure, but it's not a comfortable word."

Scott glanced at Lu Ban beside him and continued to concentrate on driving.

The road ahead stretched infinitely, but the view was blocked by fog. I could only see the road less than ten meters away. In the distance, there were no stars or moon, let alone any lights. There was only rolling white fog, as if there was something hidden in it, which was worrying.

"You are from Miskatoke, so you should know a lot about the film festival."

Lu Ban asked again.

"The film festival is hosted by Miskatoke University, which I didn't have the opportunity to go to when I was a child, but where we are, it doesn't have a good reputation."

"The reputation is not good?"

"Yes, as you know, Miskatoke is just a small city that has gradually become isolated due to the decline of agriculture. People in the city don't like outsiders and are unwilling to leave the city. But Miskatoke University is different. In order to attract students and increase its popularity, they founded the film festival. This is not a good deed in the eyes of the Miskatoke people."

Scott slowed down so he could focus on the conversation instead of worrying about a drunk driver taking the wrong lane and hitting him.

"The Miskatok people don't like outsiders. They are self-contained. People like me who go to Boston to study are considered heretics in their eyes. I don't like the atmosphere there very much, but it is my home after all, and people always have to go home."

Scott sighed.

"You can also choose to let your parents leave and go to a big city. Boston is a very good choice."

Lu Ban suggested.

"Maybe. Let's go back to the film festival. Miskatok people like to keep things the same, but those people from the university like change. They changed some traditions. I can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but in any case, Miskatok is completely different from when I was young."

Scott's tone carried a subtle sense of nostalgia, as if the cobblestone road he ran barefoot on as a child was finally broken up and paved with cement and asphalt, and those low and damp bungalows were transformed into beautiful residential buildings. He returned here, but this was no longer home.

"But none of that matters, Director Lu Ban. I just want to shoot our movie well. Maybe to you, it's just a low-quality movie made by a few college students. There may be no audience and no applause. But no matter how crappy or poorly made the movie is, as long as it can be successfully shot, I will be satisfied."

He murmured to himself, and only when he said this did Scott's eyes really light up.