Lan Li closed her eyes and gradually slowed her breathing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In fact, he was a little worried, worried that the environmental simulation and mentality were not in place, there was no real sense of crisis, and he couldn't achieve the original purpose, not to mention, if it was too stable and boring, he fell asleep directly, that is a blind toss.

But with the coffin board covered, the sense of oppression that was close at hand invaded, even if it was dark all around, there was no light, he could still clearly feel the weight of the heavy wooden board on his nose, and the entire living space was oppressed to the extreme, as if even the air began to become thinner, and the invisible sense of restraint made people involuntarily begin to feel a little anxious.

It's not the fluffy beds of a hotel, nor the cramped bathrooms of a Parisian apartment.

Lan Li tried to adjust his posture, but before he could spread his hands, he hit the plank with a "bang", and through the thick cotton, there was a faint pain in his elbow, and he reflexively lifted his calf, and as a result, his knee also hit the plank hard - he didn't even know why he was lifting his leg, but the ubiquitous feeling of narrowness was really transmitted, and it seemed that he couldn't even turn over.

"Bang bang bang", the calm rhythm came from the direction of the overhead, and the whole coffin could feel a slight vibration, Lan Li knew that it should be the sound of them nailing, he carefully raised his fist and pounded the wooden board directly above - his forearms couldn't stretch at all, he could only exert a small amount of force, "Hehe, don't nail it too hard, I still want to go out." ”

Lan Li made a little joke lightly, but before the voice could be transmitted, it touched the wooden board, and then smashed it down, buzzing on the eardrums, and suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled, like the ultrasound of a bat, and the space that the sound could detect was also rapidly shrinking.

The uneasiness began to grow uncontrollably.

Lan Li took a deep breath, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and secretly told himself that this meant that his plan was working, and that was what he was expecting. He began to try to concentrate, ignore the distractions around him, and truly enter the world of Paul Conroy.

He's Paul, he wants to live, he wants to go back to his wife, he wants to go back to his children, he doesn't want to be buried alive, the fear of death chokes his heart, he has to struggle, he has to resist, he has to survive, he's Paul Conroy! he's abandoned in the middle of the desert, buried alive, and no one even knows he exists.

A flash of light flashed in his brain, and he was buried alive.

Suddenly, there was the sound of nails in his ears, which exploded next to his eardrums like thunder, and his thoughts were interrupted for a while, and they were beginning to seal the box, as he requested, to nail the coffin to make sure that he could not struggle to escape.

First on the left side of the head, then on the right side of the head, the whole coffin was shaking, shaking the brain, followed by the left side of the foot and the right side of the foot.

It was finally over, Lan Li exhaled lightly, but then the sound came again, this time it was actually the side of the left palm. This was not what he was asking for, he was just asking for nails in the four corners, why were they going on? Things seemed to get stranger and stranger, then the palm side of the right hand, then the left arm side, then the right arm side, the left calf side, the right calf side...... It seems endless, and every direction is nailed to death.

Is he in a funeral service or in the middle of the desert, is he in Barcelona or in Iraq, is he in Lanli, is he Paul?

Under the conscious traction of the brain, his thoughts began to fall into chaos, and the boundary between reality and illusion gradually blurred, which made Lan Li a little panicked.

If this is reality, then Matthew is out there and everything will be fine, and if this is illusory, then as soon as the dream wakes up, things will be back to the way they were. So, there's no need for him to worry, is there?

"Bang bang bang", the sound of nails being nailed is endless, there seems to be no end, and now it actually starts to nail in the direction of the top of the head again, wasn't it already nailed there just now?

Lan Li involuntarily raised his head and looked in the direction above his head, but ...... Darkness, except for darkness and darkness, he tried to raise his hand to touch the wall, but his elbow hit the wall again, "F......!" The foul words popped out of the first letter before they were swallowed, he gritted his teeth and touched it with his fingertips, but it was only the cold touch of a piece of silk, and nothing else.

Little by little, the panic spread, not surging, slowly penetrating like a drop of water through a stone, and the tension not only did not decrease, but also slowly rose. Lan Li felt that the air seemed to be starting to heat up, and his forehead and palms began to sweat, it was the wet feeling that made his mouth dry, and the indescribable tightness began to stretch out his tentacles.

On the one hand, he told himself that he had to be involved in Paul's role, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder - he had just asked for nails to be hammered in the four corners, but why were there so many nails now? It sounded like there were more than ten, was something wrong?

Raising his hand again, he knocked on the coffin, "Matthew?" Lan Li shouted loudly, his voice slammed down again, and he didn't get any response, "Matthew?" Lan Li raised his voice and shouted loudly, "Charles, Charles!" Lan Li roared at maximum volume, quietly waiting for a response, but ...... He was still disappointed, silence, the whole world was silent, the darkness enveloped him like a tide, and that drowning suffocation began to choke his throat, "Matthew Charles Dunlop!" Lan Li gritted his teeth and gave an ultimatum.

It's quiet.

I could only hear my own breathing, and my hot breathing began to grow rapid. Did something happen? The shopkeeper subdued Matthew and tried to suffocate him alive? Anyway, he had already signed a declaration of waiver of rights, wasn't he? Or was there some other accident, such as a sudden earthquake, or a fire, and everyone had to leave the scene, so they didn't hear a response for the time being?

Or ...... Or maybe he's really stuck in the middle of the desert now, and Iraqi militants kidnap him and throw him in a coffin and bury him alive under the desert. He was now left with only himself, and even God could not help him, waiting for death alone in the vast desert.

The sound of the heart hitting is getting louder and louder, as if it can tear his chest at any time, and it will explode directly, panic jumps all the way from the soles of his feet to his head, his scalp begins to tingle faintly, and his rapid breathing can't help, the sweat of beans keeps sliding down, his back is already soaked, he wants to turn sideways, he doesn't want his shoulders to hit the wall, he doesn't even feel pain, and his tense muscles don't react at all.

No, he wasn't going to wait for death, he definitely wasn't going to wait for death.

He began to hit the plank above him with his shoulder, once, again, but his whole body was lying down, his hands and feet were also bound in a limited space, and there was no way to exert force, and even if he hit it, it looked like an ant shaking a tree, and there was not much strength at all.

But he still didn't give up, gritted his teeth, hit again, the whole coffin shook gently, that glimmer of hope ignited all the power in his heart, tensed the muscles of the whole body, after the whole person curled up to the extreme, the knees and tailbones had already pressed against the wall, and then simulated a spring, released all the power, and hit the plank with his shoulder, but it was too hard, he couldn't control it for a while, and the back of his head collided directly, and the piercing pain made him clench his teeth.

Anger began to emerge from the depths of his heart uncontrollably, and his hands slammed hard against the wooden plank that was close at hand above his head, and he couldn't hold back the foul words anymore, "Grass, grass, grass!" The whole person used his hands and feet together, hitting and struggling frantically, "Is there anyone? Come on alone! I'm trapped inside! Is there anyone!

The whole person is like a volcano, erupting continuously, but his struggle is so insignificant, his arms have not had time to stretch before he hits the wall, his feet have not had time to stretch out and hit the wall, his muscles have not had time to exert force before he has time to hit the wall, the narrow space almost pressed all his explosive power under the water, and his strength could not find a point of force at all, nor could he find a driving force, and he was stuck in half.

The feeling of aggrieved burned and exploded uncontrollably, all reason, all calmness was burned, and only selflessly struggled, and even if Jesus himself appeared in front of him, he could tear him into countless pieces with his bare hands.

"Huhu, huhu......" After exhaustion, the rapid breathing began to surge, and after a period of tightness in the chest, the brain was faintly painful, and the hot air seemed to not be able to capture too much oxygen, and without warning, he began to regurgitate, "Vomit." The sound of retching snatched everything out of my stomach, and the strong tea I drank in the morning vomited directly.

He could have turned his head and let the vomit spit aside, but he was still half a step slower, and some of the liquid ran down his chin and into his neck, and the warm, sticky touch didn't help at all, and his stomach swelled even more, as if even last night's dinner was about to roll out halfway.

How embarrassed, how embarrassed, how desperate.

clenched his fists and slammed into the wall, just to vent the anger in his heart, one after another, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and his teeth were almost crushed, "Ahhh