Darkness, boundless darkness, as if in the universe, that extreme darkness began to devour light, to swallow hope, to devour vitality, the touch of space gradually lost, as if restrained to almost suffocate, and seemed to be so vast that it was boundless, even time lost its meaning, a second of pause is no different from a century long. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Quiet, suppressed to the extreme quiet, holding your breath, there is no sound in your ears at all, even the sound of air flow seems to disappear, there is a slow flow of water in the silence, people can't help but widen their eyes and listen carefully, trying to capture a glimmer of life, but then I reacted, this is the sound of my own blood flowing, as if it was an auditory hallucination, the boundary between real and illusory began to disappear.

Exhausted, Lan Li began to look for every slightest movement, and even the sound of fingertips rubbing against each other was amplified to the extreme.

Why is he here? Who is he? Is he Lan Li, or Paul, or is he a wisp of geys that don't exist? What is he doing now? What is he pursuing? Should he survive? How should he survive? Would it be better for him to just give up, he had already died once, and there was nothing to fear for him to die again? No, he should continue to live because his wife Linda and son Sean are still waiting for him at home, he doesn't want to die, he's only twenty-seven years old, life has just begun, he doesn't want to die!

Cell phone, yes, his phone!

The flame of hope burned faintly, and he began to search his pockets for traces of his phone, but there was nothing in his trouser pockets, and what about his jacket? By the way, and the pocket on the back of the pants, no, still not.

"Bang, bang!" The emotion easily spiraled out of control and slammed into the plank. There was a pain in the slightly swollen fist, but the muscles were almost numb, and they just smashed down nonchalantly.

Why did he get into such a predicament, and how did he push himself into such a predicament?

Iraq, yes, Iraq. The damn real estate bubble cost them everything, and all that was left in their bank accounts was ...... Seven hundred, ha, hell seven hundred dollars, he can't even afford a steak, let alone a mortgage.

Because of this financial crisis, he and Linda have been arguing for nearly thirteen months, all love, all sweetness, and all happiness have become fragmented in the face of the existential crisis, and every day is torment.

They used to have a good time, the crazy love in college, the newlywed, and they used their own hands to create their own happy home little by little. But he was transferred to the bottom overnight, and the huge gap made both of them at a loss, and he even lost his job, which made matters worse.

He can't remember when the quarrel began, it may have been just a few small things, the milk was not put in the refrigerator after drinking, he forgot to turn off the lights when he left the kitchen, and he forgot to bring in the shopping basket that he put in the garage...... But then, the argument began to get out of control, and they began to curse each other, complain about each other, hate each other, and became like they didn't know each other.

Their lives have fallen apart. Iraq is his only option, if he refuses, at the latest next summer, at the end of this year at the earliest, the bank will take their house, the house where he and Linda build a home, he doesn't have much choice, does he?

What's more, at that time, it seemed that Iraq was not a bad choice, with a generous remuneration and a high pension, and as a non-combatant, the Iraqi side would not take the initiative to attack, once there was an accident, not only the company would reimburse it, but the government/government would not stand idly by, he even joked with Linda at the time, "Otherwise, I would have died there directly, so that our family's mortgage would have a way out." ”

Stupid, stupid!

Did he never think about the danger in Iraq? No, he did, but he selectively ignored it! He never learned the lesson.

He wanted to go home, he just wanted to go home now, he missed Linda's smile, he missed Sean's naughtiness, God, he even missed Hastings' cold-to-stiff winter. But now he is trapped in this small box, this small box that can't even stretch his hands and feet, and then quietly waits for death, quietly waiting for the oxygen to be consumed, and then cruelly cutting off all life.

How ridiculous, isn't it? What's even more ridiculous is that he doesn't have the strength to cry now, he just wants to laugh, the corners of his mouth rise slightly, and then he droops down weakly. Despair began to gnaw at his heart.

He is really a coward, a coward who is afraid of death, he doesn't even have a decent resistance to survive, he is just tied up, he doesn't wait for the shooting of Iraq, he doesn't wait for the devouring of nature, he just gives up and lies here waiting for death, he is a shame, a joke. He still wants to challenge acting, he wants to fulfill his dreams, he wants to be a great actor, it's the most ridiculous joke of the 21st century.

Elizabeth and George are right, he doesn't have any talent, he doesn't have any talent, the dream of acting is just an illusory wishful thinking, dreaming of shocking the audience with performances like those top actors, dreaming of carving out his own piece of heaven on the road of acting like those artists, dreaming of having his own place like those names that go down in history, but all this is just inner pride and paranoia, just the unwillingness and anger of the previous life are at work.

He is a mediocre talent without any acting talent, and he is not even a "wounded Zhongyong", because Zhongyong has at least been brilliant, like a meteor, but he is an ordinary person who does nothing. This was true in the previous life, and it is the same in this life, even if you are reborn, you are still a failure.

He is like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology, tirelessly trying to push the boulder to the top of the mountain, but because the boulder is too heavy, he rolls down the mountain every time before reaching the top, and all his efforts are lost. And so he sat on and on, repeatedly, endlessly, and his life was slowly exhausted in such an ineffectual and hopeless toil.

This is the punishment of the gods.

He thinks he is chasing his dreams, he thinks he is pushing the boulder, once he succeeds, he will cast brilliance, deny the gods, and every day of struggle is so fulfilling, so excited, but in fact it is just a stupid repetitive action, knocking himself to the head and bleeding and still unwilling to give up, trying thousands of times but still unable to break the shackles, and finally staying on this steep slope that can never be achieved for the rest of his life.

This is the source of his faith, but it is also the source of his misery.

So, should he give up? Or is he giving up now? He has given up his dreams, and he has given up struggling, and he has ended up in the same end after all—lying here quietly waiting to die, unable to do anything, or doing nothing?

No, he won't disarm and surrender! He refuses to surrender! No matter what the outcome is, even if he dies again in the end, he will fight to the end, he will not accept his fate, let alone give up.

Calm down, he had to calm down.

He didn't have any tools now, he had to rely on his own hands - yes, and his feet, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he was wearing sneakers today, and his shoes had laces on them, and if he found a gap and put them out, would he be able to send a distress signal? Maybe too faint, too inconspicuous, but at least a glimmer of hope!

So, he began to calm down, his attention was highly concentrated, all his chaotic thoughts were put away, and he slowly groped his hands on the wall, trying to find the seam between the coffin and the lid, and the touch in the darkness and silence began to become sensitive, as if he could clearly feel every touch of silk, like a poisonous snake slowly moving forward in the mire, touching every inch of land with his body, and then quietly waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Got it!

Touching the invisible gap with his fingertips, he quickly stuffed the excess fabric around him into the gap, made a mark, and then began to take off his shoes.

After taking off the shoe on his right foot, he realized that the whole person was confined to a limited space, and he couldn't reach the soles of his feet at all.

His left foot was raised in parallel, and then he grabbed the trouser tube with both hands, and tried to pull it up, but before his fingertips could touch it, his knee hit the wall, and his hands were at least half a palm's distance from the fingertips of his feet—he was not entirely sure in the dark, and he had to rely on instinct to grope for it.

Gritting his teeth, he began to reach down, his shoulders against the wall, his head against the wall, wave after wave of pain surging in the limit of suffocation, but he was unclear, his right hand tried to explore down, a little, a little more, a little more, the blood vessels were almost bursting, and the muscles all over his body were already tense to the extreme...... Reach, finally reached, his right hand grabbed the trouser tube of his left foot, and then pulled it up little by little, his neck and knees were going to break, as if a little more strength, he was going to break his throat and die, every cell in his body was moaning/moaning in pain, but he still didn't give up, and continued to hold on with red eyes.

Heels, shoes, ankles...... The fingertips were stretched to the extreme, almost cramping, and I couldn't exert my strength at all, so I could only rely on the weak strength and the cooperation of my feet, trying to take off the shoes without self-defeating.

But at this time, the index finger was already twisted due to cramps, and it couldn't be straightened at all, showing a strange angle, he didn't care, he didn't care at all, he hooked the shoe and took it up, quickly removed the laces, and then quickly found the gap that had just been marked.

He needs to open the gap a little bit and open it a little more so the laces can be tucked out!

The eyes covered with red silk shone in the darkness, completely lost their minds, contained a surging murderous aura, fell into madness, and went mad.