Resurrection (狂野时代)

In a wild and brutal era, humanity discovered the secret to eternal life...

It is the absence of dreams! Those who do not dream are like candles that never burn...

and can remain stable forever!

But those who still weave dreams in secret are called "Deliriants".

They bring suffering to reality, and sow chaos into the flow of history.

They disrupt time itself.

There is a "Deliriant" whose true form no one can recognize.

Because he hides in the heart of an ancient and forgotten history.

And that is none other than cinema!

The Great Others are tasked with tracking down the "Deliriants".

To bring these "Deliriants" back to reality, they can transform into the gentlest forms that the "Deliriants" love.

Poppy! Could this "Deliriant" be hiding in an opium press?

Serving girl: "Hurry up!" The nobles are not yet satisfied!

Serving girl: Take that monster further away. We need to make it cry more tears.

Danger!

The "Deliriant" did not want to harm her. He only wanted to give her these flowers.

But these very illusions are devouring him.

To escape the illusion, he uses her eyes as a mirror.

The "Deliriant" sees his own ugly form and awakens.

Stop dreaming! Your life will turn to ashes.

The flames will soon spread.

"Deliriant": Though this dream may be painful, it is so real.

I don't want to live in that false world anymore! Please end me right here!

She doesn't understand what the "Deliriant" is holding onto. So she quietly takes him away.

She cleanses the "Deliriant's" memories of poppy, trying to find the hidden heart of the monster

...and see what it is made of.

A device that the heart of the "Deliriant" is using.

It makes him feel truly alive, something he had long forgotten.

These feelings are similar to being on drugs, but stranger and more different! More dangerous! Freer!

It is exactly like a dream!

For this reason, these reels of film...

are but a fleeting moment.

But for this "Deliriant"...

they are enough to let him die slowly.

Since the beginning of the 20th century...

over a hundred years.

The "Deliriant" falls into a deeper place.

A terrifying sound wakes him up.

Can he not realize that...

that huge monster was in his sleep?

Or is it the person he sees in the mirror right now?

He doesn't understand why his body is full of deep wounds.

He feels he is in great danger. Because he remembers nothing.

Sir, here is the sheet music.

Take him back.

He was stabbed on the left side of the neck.

The artery was punctured.

The victim bled to death.

What happened to his ears?

Both ears have deep wounds.

Ear canals torn.

Eardrums severely damaged.

Probably self-inflicted.

Train station murder case: Suspect investigation.

Suspect: Qiu Moyun, male, possibly mentally disturbed.

What's going on?

You dialed the wrong number.

Remembered anything?

Relax your mind.

A house.

What kind of house?

A house full of mirrors.

I couldn't tell...

which mirror reflected the real me.

Qiu Moyun.

Why did you kill him?

That house was like a labyrinth.

I was trapped in there for a long time.

He was the only one who found me.

He managed to get me out.

What?

Then he went mad.

Qiu.

The train is coming.

Don't be afraid.

What?

Don't be afraid, Qiu.

Don't be afraid. The train is coming.

What?

Do you know...

Just to hear...

your voice.

Just to hear it...

I am willing to let the whole world...

fall silent.

Silent.

What tune was he humming before he died?

Think carefully.

It was a number.

478.

Listen, sir.

Every night you can hear frogs croaking.

Is there an emergency?

Please, sir.

That murderer...

Get him out of here alive.

Name your price.

We can work together one last time.

This secret mission...

His codename is Qiu.

The subject is mentally unstable.

Is he really worth all this trouble?

I thought people like us only cared about money.

A reminder.

Keep him alive. Don't investigate further.

Here's your train fare.

I heard...

you are just like our musician...

You can also...

play that strange instrument, the theremin.

Physical evidence.

Komm, süßer Tod, komm selge Ruh Sheet music number BWV 478 by Johann Sebastian Bach.

- Decrypt it and report back to me. - Yes, sir.

Return the suitcase to the port.

Take him down.

How do you know the victim?

Sir.

I can't explain it.

He said my voice...

was even more impressive than...

his own instrument.

Did he have a special suitcase?

There was a suitcase that...

He always carried it with him wherever he went.

What did it look like?

It was very heavy.

About two feet long.

It had a metal strip on top.

I think it was a suitcase...

opened from the back.

I wanted to open it.

But then the bombers came.

Everything was left in that room.

Tickets!

- I want a ticket. - Three tickets!

Are you looking for luggage?

Sir.

Do you know...

there is a kind of frog...

that cries out all night long...

just to attract a mate.

The louder they cry...

the easier their predator, the bat, can find them.

Well,

on spring nights.

Desire drives them to cry out...

even though they are always afraid of being eaten.

The greater the fear, the greater the desire.

The deeper the desire,

the louder they want to cry.

What's inside it?

Sir,

it seems you still don't understand what I'm saying...

Our destinies...

are tied together.

They say this suitcase...

can drive people mad.

You're already showing signs of madness.

Keep this up, and you'll end up just like the musician.

Take advantage of this fog...

and find a way to take him to the usual place.

Under that burnt tree.

Go to the party.

Yes, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Air raid! Air raid!

- Sir. - Are you crazy?

With this thick fog, an air raid is impossible!

Mirror shop.

Wow!

Don't.

Open it.

It's just a theremin!

Sir.

"Suitcase" is just a codename that the officer gave me.

There's always a voice echoing inside me.

That voice terrifies me.

I wanted to hide somewhere.

Where no one could hear it.

Which organization do you really belong to?

I belong only to myself.

Just to hear your voice...

I am willing to do anything...

let the whole world fall silent.

Time fades quickly.

To let him continue sleeping,

she tightly shuts the Deliriant's ears.

Thirty years later,

in a season that never sees snow,

the Deliriant sways back and forth.

Now he constantly changes form. He is used to transformation.

Hey, bastard!

Which way?

Ah...

One, two...

What should we do?

Careful.

Stealthy.

- Lift it. - It's too heavy.

Try this.