每逢假日，他都會到人跡罕至的荒野峻嶺遠足拍照。今次連續五天假期，他更帶備露營帳篷，深入一些未曾到過的地方。

第三天，他在一條湍急的河流旁，看見一條用軟木樹皮鋪成的蜿蜒小路，就沿路前行。

行了約十分鐘，來到一道小山坡前，見到一塊木牌，用金黃色字寫著「虎頭村 ─ 不准拍照」。他停下腳步，皺了皺眉，心想，虎頭村？從未聽過。為何禁止拍照？莫非是軍事禁地？但木牌並沒有禁止前進的字樣，他便按捺不住好奇心，繼續往前走去。

行上陡峭的山峰，眼前視野突然開朗，腳下是一個山谷，近百個農夫正在田間低頭彎腰工作。那農田的分隔，竟不是常見的方格或長條，而是整整齊齊的六邊形，很有特色，他下意識舉起相機，按下快門，卡嚓一聲，拍下相片。

他一直用菲林相機拍照，認為這樣才能拍出真正的光影與質感。他一直堅信，相片，不是用來捕捉真相，而是反映拍攝者和眼前景象的共鳴。

透過相機，他看見農夫們膚色黝黑，身材矮小，四肢勻稱，動作卻異乎齊整，同時揮鋤。他們沒有交談，沒有張望，只顧低頭幹活。

遠處，一座小木屋前，一個美女側臥在長椅上。體態豐腴，曲線飽滿如熟透的果實，修長的雙腿交疊著，幾乎佔滿了整張長椅。她的蜜色肌膚，在陽光下散發著野性的生命力。

四個男侍從分立在她兩側，高出農民一個頭， 但又較美女矮。他們目無表情，渾身上下透着一種絕對的的忠誠，寸步不離地守護著。

美女、男侍、農夫，他們之間的對比，以及六邊形田地，令他心頭冒起一種模糊的概念，但又說不出是什麼。

他情不自禁舉起相機，將鏡頭對準她，就在按下快門的那一刻，腦海裡陡然浮現四個金黃色的字：不准拍照。

他手指一僵，未有按下去。微風輕輕掠過，空氣裡飄著一絲若有若無的芬芳香氣，像蜂蜜，又像花香。「不准拍照」四字和濃郁香氣，像兩雙手在拔河，拉扯著他，令他徘徊於守規與違禁之間。

如果你是他，你會選擇：

 -（A）放下相機，到山谷和村民打招呼

 -（B）繼續拍照

Every holiday, he would hike to remote, uninhabited mountains and take photographs. This time, with five consecutive days off, he packed his camping tent and ventured deep into places he had never been before.

On the third day, beside a rushing river, he spotted a winding path paved with cork bark. He followed it.

After about ten minutes, he came to a small hillside and saw a wooden sign with golden yellow lettering: "Stinger Village — No Photography Allowed." He stopped and frowned. Stinger Village? Never heard of it. Why is photography forbidden? A military zone? But the sign didn't prohibit entry. His curiosity got the better of him, and he continued forward.

Climbing over the steep peak, the view suddenly opened up before him. Below lay a valley, with nearly a hundred farmers bending over the fields, working. But the farmland wasn't divided into the usual squares or strips — it was laid out in neat, perfect hexagons. Intrigued, he instinctively raised his camera and pressed the shutter — click — capturing the scene.

He always used a film camera, believing it was the only way to capture true light and texture. He firmly believed that photographs weren't meant to capture the truth — but to reflect the resonance between the photographer and what he saw.

Through his viewfinder, he saw the farmers — dark-skinned, short, well-proportioned, their movements eerily synchronized. Their hoes rose and fell together. They didn't speak, didn't glance around — just kept their heads down and worked.

In the distance, in front of a small wooden house, a beautiful woman lay reclining on a long bench. Her figure was full and curved like ripe fruit, her long legs crossed, almost filling the entire bench. Her honey-coloured skin glowed with wild, vital energy under the sunlight.

Four male attendants stood at her sides. They were a head taller than the farmers, but shorter than the woman. Their faces were expressionless, radiating absolute loyalty as they stood guard without moving.

The contrasts — the woman, the attendants, the farmers, and the hexagonal fields — stirred something vague in his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

He couldn't resist raising his camera and aiming the lens at her. Just as he was about to press the shutter, the three golden words flashed in his mind: NO PHOTOGRAPHY ALLOWED.

His finger froze. He didn't press down. A gentle breeze drifted past, carrying a faint, fragrant aroma — like honey, like flowers. The three words and the sweet scent pulled at him like two hands in a tug-of-war, leaving him torn between obeying the rule and breaking it.

If you were him, what would you choose?

 - Choice (A): Put down the camera and go greet the villagers

 - Choice (B): Keep taking photos

選擇（A）：放下相機，到山谷和村民打招呼

他覺得那塊「不准拍照」的木牌定有深意，於是放下相機，朝山谷走去。

他向農夫們打招呼，卻沒有得到任何反應。細看每一個農夫，眼睛空洞，只盯著前面的泥土，動作規律得像一群機械人。

他走到小木屋前，那美女仍側臥在長椅上。他還沒開口，她已輕輕一笑，聲調低柔，像是嗔怪他：「你明明看見那木牌，寫著『不准拍照』，為何不聽話？」

他連忙打開相機背蓋，取出菲林，毫不猶豫地拉出底片，看也不看，便拋向她。然後，回答：「我一時忘記了，不好意思。」

她的笑容更燦爛，眼神露出滿意的神采，聲音軟得像蜜糖：「我就喜歡爽快的人。」

她緩緩坐起身，長腿輕輕落在地上，道：「進來吧，我們慢慢聊。」

他心中非常雀躍，見美女轉身進入小屋，背影婀娜多姿，就跟著進去。木屋中擺放不少鮮花，花香醉人。兩人隨即纏綿，詳情也不描述了。

每隔幾個月，他都會再到村莊。他很慶幸自己在充滿壓力的世俗下，每年能有幾次到世外桃源，和紅顏知己歡聚。這是他除了拍攝外，最大的樂趣。 」

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Choice (A): Put down the camera and go greet the villagers

He sensed that the "No Photography Allowed" sign carried deeper meaning. So he lowered his camera and walked toward the valley.

He called out to the farmers — but got no response. Looking closer, he saw their eyes were hollow, fixed only on the dirt ahead. Their movements were as regular and mechanical as robots.

He reached the wooden house. The woman still lay on the bench. Before he could speak, she smiled softly, her voice low and teasing: "You saw the sign clearly. It said 'No Photography Allowed.' Why didn't you obey?"

He quickly opened the back of his camera, took out the film, pulled out the negative strip without even looking, and tossed it to her. Then he replied: "I forgot for a moment. My apologies."

Her smile widened. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and her voice turned sweet as honey: "I like a straightforward man."

She sat up slowly, her long legs brushing the ground. "Come inside. Let's talk."

His heart leapt with excitement. Watching her graceful figure disappear into the cabin, he followed. Inside, the cabin was filled with fresh flowers — their fragrance intoxicating. They soon became intimate; the details need not be described.

Every few months, he would return to the village. He felt fortunate that, amid the pressures of the outside world, he could escape to this paradise a few times a year to meet his secret lover. Aside from photography, this was his greatest joy.

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選擇（B）：繼續拍照

他暗忖：「隔這麼遠，沒有人發現的。」便舉起相機，按下快門，拍了好幾張照，菲林恰好用盡。他熟練地換上新一卷，正要再拍，忽然，幾隻粗壯有力的手從後捉實他。不知何時，那些農夫無聲無息地來到他身後。他像貨物般，被搬到小屋前。

來到美女面前，農夫們將他擲下，他雖全身疼痛，仍連忙爬起身。其中兩個男侍卻同時出手，重重地按下他肩膊、他不由自主地跪了下去。他很驚慌，不知他們會否進行私刑。

美女雖然仍側臥在長椅上，一手托腮，卻有一種不容冒犯的威嚴。她垂眼看著他，聲音冷冷地道：「你已看見『不准拍照』的禁令，為什麼不遵守？」

他知道最重要的是美女肯放過他，就慌忙答道：「我從未見過像妳這般清麗脫俗的美人，一時忘情，忍不住就按了快門。」

她聽罷，半掩著嘴，唇角開始露出笑意，目光微微流轉，語氣稍微放軟：「原來你覺得我美，真有趣。」

她緩緩坐起身，微微俯身看他，笑意更濃，聲音帶著一絲絲的誘惑：「這裡難得有客人來。你我有緣，起來吧，進來，我們慢慢聊。」

語音方落，那兩名男侍同時鬆手，退後一步。他驚魂稍定，見美女轉身進入小屋，背影婀娜多姿，心中起了齷齪念頭，也跟著進去。

木屋中擺放不少鮮花，花香醉人。美女已半躺在床上，嫵媚地道：「每個人眼見的東西，都不會完全一樣。你今天來到虎頭村，遇見了我，並覺得我美，代表我們有緣。若你想進一步，要應承我兩個條件，否則，我的村民是不會放過你的。」

他爽快地答：「我最有口齒的，你說出來吧。」

美女道：「我是最善妒的，你和我好了，就不准和其他女性發生關係。但你卻不可干涉我，就像其他村民一樣。」

他道：「好，第二個條件呢？」但他根本無心守諾，認為離開村莊後，她根本無法管他。況且，她似乎和其他村民也有胡天胡地，為何要限制自己？

美女道：「第二個條件，是你要將拍得的照片，全部刪除。」

他道：「好！我用的是菲林，讓它走光就行了。」

他打開相機背蓋，取出菲林，拉出底片，看也不看，就拋給美女。

他想起相機內的菲林是新裝的，還有一卷已拍照的菲林，在他的腰袋中。

如果你是他，你會選擇：

 -（B1）將腰袋中的菲林取出來毀滅

 -（B2）隱瞞還有一卷菲林

Choice (B): Keep taking photos

He thought: They're so far away — no one will notice. He raised his camera and pressed the shutter — click, click, click — snapping several shots. His roll of film ran out. He expertly loaded a new one and raised the camera again. Suddenly, several strong, coarse hands grabbed him from behind. The farmers had silently crept up on him. They carried him like cargo to the wooden house.

They threw him down before the woman. He scrambled to his feet, but two attendants shoved him hard, forcing him to his knees. He was terrified — would they torture him?

The woman still lay on the bench, one hand propping up her chin, radiating an unapproachable authority. She looked down at him, her voice cold: "You saw the sign — 'No Photography Allowed.' Why didn't you obey?"

He knew his survival depended on her mercy. He stammered, "I've never seen anyone as stunningly beautiful as you. I was so captivated that I forgot myself and pressed the shutter."

She covered her mouth with her hand, a smile creeping onto her lips. Her eyes flickered, and her voice softened slightly. "So you think I'm beautiful? How interesting."

She sat up slowly, leaned forward, and her smile deepened. Her voice carried a hint of temptation: "We rarely have guests here. Fate has brought us together. Get up. Come inside. Let's talk."

The attendants released him and stepped back. His panic subsided. Watching her turn and enter the cabin — her alluring figure swaying — impure thoughts filled his mind. He followed her in.

The cabin was filled with fresh flowers — their fragrance intoxicating. She was already half-reclining on the bed, her voice seductive: "No two people see the world the same way. You came to Stinger Village, met me, and found me beautiful — that means we share a bond. If you want to go further, you must agree to two conditions. Otherwise, my villagers will not let you go."

He answered quickly: "I'm a man of my word. Name them."

She said: "I am fiercely jealous. If you lie with me, you must never be with another woman. But you must not interfere with me — just like the villagers."

He said: "Fine. What's the second condition?" But in his heart, he had no intention of keeping his promise. Once he left the village, how could she control him? Besides — she seemed to do as she pleased with the villagers, so why should he be bound?

She said: "The second condition is: you must destroy all the photographs you've taken."

He said: "Done. I use film — I'll just expose it to light."

He opened the back of his camera, took out the film, pulled out the negative, and without even glancing at it, tossed it to her.

But he remembered — the film in the camera was a new roll. There was another roll of already-exposed film in his waist pouch.

If you were him, what would you choose?

 - Choice (B1): Take out the film from the waist pouch and destroy it

 - Choice (B2): Hide the fact that there's another roll of film

選擇（B1）：將腰袋中的菲林取出來毀滅

他察覺對方也不簡單，恐怕對方知道有另一卷菲林，為免節外生枝，就拿出腰袋中的菲林，在美女前一併毀滅。

美女狀甚滿意，兩人隨即纏綿，詳情也不描述了。

他返回城巿後，生活一切如常。有一晚，他到酒吧暢飲，結識了一個陌生女郎，互有好感，到附近酒店繼續。至於和美女的承諾，已拋諸腦後。

就在兩人翻雲覆雨之際，女郎突然見他全身出紅疹，難以呼吸，伸出腫脹的舌頭，竟將酒吧中吃喝的東西嘔吐到她身上，然後暈倒。

救護車來到後，証實他已死亡，死因是血液中有大量蜂毒。

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Choice (B1): Take out the film from the waist pouch and destroy it

He sensed that she wasn't someone to be trifled with. She might know about the other roll. To avoid trouble, he took the film from his pouch and destroyed it in front of her.

She seemed satisfied. They became intimate; the details need not be described.

Back in the city, life went on as usual. One night, he went to a bar, met a stranger, and they hit it off. They went to a nearby hotel. As for his promise to the woman — it was long forgotten.

As they were in the throes of passion, the girl suddenly saw him break out in red rashes all over his body. He struggled to breathe, his tongue swollen. He vomited everything from the bar onto her — then collapsed.

The ambulance arrived. He was pronounced dead. Cause of death: massive bee venom in his bloodstream. .

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選擇（B2）：隱瞞還有一卷菲林

兩人隨即纏綿，詳情也不描述了。

他返回城巿後，拿出菲林，在黑房沖晒。晒出的相片，令他震驚不已。

農田上，沒有人，只有密密麻麻的巨蜂，大如樹叢。遠處，長椅上蜷伏著一隻更大的黃蜂，兩隻漆黑的複眼，正望向當時舉起相機的他。

他全身顫抖，木屋中的狂野、荒唐和纏綿的回憶，全都是大黃蜂和他，在腦海中揮之不去。他衝向洗手間，扶住洗手盆，對著坐廁，胃部劇烈痙攣，酸水湧上喉嚨，卻嘔不出來。

他終於明白，有些真相，還是不知道的好。無知，才是幸福。

他渾渾噩噩地行出黑房，抬頭見到牆角有十數隻黃蜂。 受到二十四小時的嚴密監視，他無法不遵守諾言。這一生，不要再想有自由了。

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Choice (B2): Hide the other roll of film

They became intimate; the details need not be described.

Back in the city, he took out the film and developed it in his darkroom. The photographs he developed left him utterly horrified.

The fields had no farmers. Only giant wasps, as large as bushes, packed densely together. In the distance, a giant wasp curled on the long bench, its two pitch-black compound eyes staring directly at him — at the moment he had raised his camera.

His whole body trembled. The memories of that wild, debauched encounter in the wooden house — they had all been with a giant wasp. The images burned in his mind, impossible to shake. He rushed to the bathroom, clutched the sink, and leaned over the toilet. His stomach convulsed violently, sour bile rising in his throat — but he couldn't throw up.

He finally understood: some truths are better left unknown. Ignorance is bliss.

In a daze, he staggered out of the darkroom. Looking up, he saw dozens of wasps gathered in the corner. Under 24-hour surveillance, he had no choice but to keep his promise. Freedom — for the rest of his life — was no longer an option.

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