In the first half of the film, I watched it with a little impetuous mood, just wanting to know who the real culprit is. Of course, I don't want to say too much to those idiots. After all, everyone is curious, and that strange sense of worship is exactly what many people have. But after seeing it, the truth slowly emerged, I was really... that kind of heart-wrenching discomfort, I couldn't explain it clearly.
The survivors of the victims are using their own methods to "revenge" their relatives, is it old-fashioned? No, it's true. Just imagine that your loved ones were innocently killed, maybe some people are even more extreme. This can't help but remind me of the scene in "The Crucible", where the boy chose to die together knowing that the pervert who abused and indirectly killed his brother could not be brought to justice. Kind of tragic, isn't it? The victim became the perpetrator. Can those perverts take advantage of the law and get away with it? What about the dead?
Beyond the law, it is human.
They are not reconciled, so you must die.
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