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"My heavenly Father is merciful and washes away my past."

"I can go to heaven and no one will know my name."

"Sometimes I am like the stars, and sometimes I am like the moon."

…

The black screen, the camera moved, and the light gradually warmed up, like a candle burning in the corner. It was dim, not cold, but lonely.

The footsteps were approaching, and the steps were crisp and smooth, without making a hissing sound. He walked to the record player, wound up the record player, picked up the stylus with his big hand, and gently placed it on the rotating needle. The notes flowed and were closely connected to form an ancient song. Italian ballad.

The sound of newspapers, the cry of a baby, the roar of a woman, all come together when the song starts, as if it is paired with a depressing tune for the ballad.

Slowly, the woman's voice gradually disappeared, and the baby's cry gradually turned into the quarrel of adult men. In a short period of time, the source of the sound was lost. In the end, only the old record player was left singing alone.

"Ahem."

The newspaper was as fragile as a cracker, and a corner was torn off after reading it lightly. The man started to cough and wheeze. He stood up, his slippers scraped against the floor, and he could hear his age in his footsteps. Finally, he walked to the record player, full of emotions. It was the wrinkled big hand that gently lifted the stylus and closed the lever of the stylus.

Quietly, the newspapers were folded, placed on the table, and spread apart next to the record player. It was dark outside, the candlelight reflected the glass to create a mirror, and the Mediterranean hairstyle was full of white hair.

He slowly raised his head, and there was no kindness beneath the layers of wrinkles, but rather a sign of not being friendly to strangers.

It was too lonely, and the depressing quiet also required noise to seek inner peace, so he raised the window frame, the wind danced with the leaves, and the cicadas chirped not far away. This small room seemed to be injected with the holy water of youth. , It’s just that it’s weak and unreplenished, unable to stop the invasion of time, and eventually decays.

The candles went out, the room completely lost its light, and the body swayed and fell down...

…

"Sir, I suggest you go to hospital for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise your condition may be delayed."

"Am I going to die?"

"Um...Sir, I can hardly guarantee you that you will survive."

The doctor stared at the report and lowered his head in embarrassment. After a long while, he slowly gave an answer. The old man sat opposite, expressionless, just kneading the bag with his palms. Obviously, he was not at peace in his heart.

…

"I've been in some trouble recently and need some money. Can you lend me some?"

"Don't even think about it. You should pay for the mistakes you made when you were young. I'm very busy at work, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

"I apologize to you."

"Go to my mother's grave and apologize to her. If she says she forgives you, then so do I."

The tall man answered impatiently and gave the old man an impossible task from the side. Behind him, young children and dogs were playing on the lawn. The lawn sprinkler squeezed the water very high and dyed it golden in the sun. It brings up a rainbow when it falls to the ground.

"You're doing well now."

"Life has been good since I left home."

Not afraid to hurt the old man's heart, he spoke frankly and did not shy away from his disgust for the old man and his former family. At this moment, the two looked at each other with complicated feelings. In the end, this scene of a perfect family made the old man flinch. I could only walk backwards, slowly walk out of the courtyard, put on my gentleman's hat, and turned around to leave.

…

"any drinks."

In an old-fashioned tavern, the bartender was wiping glasses. The bartender was not surprised when the old man came in. After all, this kind of tavern has no appeal to young people. Most of the customers, except for young people who like retro style, are over fifty in these years. Even half-buried old people.

"I want to find a job."

He sat down without any hesitation, which surprised the bartender. After being surprised, he quickly shook his head in rejection.

"We have no shortage of people here, and business is hard to do."

"Are you George?"

"you know me?"

This old man who seemed to have never met him knew his real name, which he had not used for many years, which made the bartender instantly alert. The last time anyone called him George was probably twenty years ago.

"I think you should give me a free drink. I hugged you when you were a child. Don't you remember? I worked for your grandfather and father."

"do what?"

"Do the business your family originally did."

"My family has always been a tavern owner."

"No, you know that the real business of your family is... killing people."

The old man looked around to make sure there was no one around, then shook the wine glass in his hand and whispered the truth. The bartender's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the old man with a fixed look, but saw that he didn't care and smiled sternly.

"I need a job, a killing job."

…

At this point, the pace of the video begins to accelerate, various double-line montage editing techniques begin to intersect, and the music becomes eerie.

“No one pays in cash now, they all pay in BTC. It’s safe and no one can check it.”

"It's just a code on the Internet. I just want cash and he has to pay me a deposit."

"This string of codes is valuable, that's enough. Go to work and I'll do the rest."

In the dark room, the old man and the bartender were sitting in front of the computer. The screen was slowly glowing with blue light. He saw the bartender playing with something he couldn't understand, and he was always vigilant.

The scene changed. In the container truck, the kidnapped man was struggling for his life, but he was still unable to escape. The old man was approaching step by step, and he picked up a big ax and smashed it down! The scream was stuck in his mouth, and only his tear-filled eyes were constantly begging for mercy.

The blood vessels in his neck were stabbed, he was pushed directly off the railway track, blood dripping and lights flashed, countless exciting and terrifying scenes were cut together.

finally……

The sound of hissing against the floor appeared, and the old man's footsteps sounded in the original room again. He turned on the record player lever, wound it, and gently put down the needle with his blood-stained palm, and the melodious Italian folk song sounded again.

"My heavenly Father is merciful and washes away my past."

"I can go to heaven and no one will know my name."

"Sometimes I am like the stars, and sometimes I am like the moon."

"I want to return to your arms and be immersed in nostalgia for the world again."

"Sin and life are my choices."

The screen gradually lost color and returned to darkness. At the last second in front of the camera, my eyes stayed on the old man reflected in the glass. His dark eyes were staring straight out of the window, as if... staring. Trailer of us.

Subtitles emerge.

Director: Faltinino Canciola Gambiano.

Screenwriters: Mitch Taylor, Bruno Kaschkes.

Cinematography: Lukas Mendeleev.

Starring: Lu Ze, Dennis Str Lawrence, Chester Bettling, Jolene Deguire...

"Atonement" will premiere at 0:00 on October 22, 2025.

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