The filming of "Burst Drummer" was in full swing and methodical, all the situations of the crew continued in accordance with the plan and smooth sailing, the collapse and loss of control that people feared did not appear, not only that, Lan Li's performance is becoming more and more flavorful and profound, Damien can always find more sparks in Lan Li, and the chemistry on the shooting set is gradually becoming interesting.

The whole shooting process is more like a kind of brainstorming for artistic creation, rather than the kind of pattern application on the assembly line.

Damien always has countless whimsical ideas, trying to capture different fragments of the picture with different lenses and different angles, and Lan Li has always been able to interpret Damien's ideas, and even further interpret Andrew's colors, and then unconsciously guide the progress of the story.

The worries of Lan Li's friends fortunately did not come true, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and they returned to their work and life one after another, but Paul still stayed in New York, he had just finished filming "Violent Block", and happened to be on vacation, so he simply took his daughter Meadow to the Big Apple and enjoyed an East Coast summer.

Everything seems to be on track.

But Lan Li knew that it was all an illusion.

With the shooting of "Burst Drummer", the sense of restraint is becoming more and more serious and distinct, as if standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror, the self outside the mirror is so dignified and looks like there is no problem, but the self in the mirror is tightly bound into a mummy, no matter how much struggle is useless.

What's worse is that in the eyes of others, he is just outside the mirror, unharmed, and the posture in the mirror seems to be a pure illusion. It's like a watermelon, which looks perfect on the surface, but when you cut it, you find that it has begun to rot gradually.

This kind of bondage is the bondage of performance, and it is Andrew's bondage.

It's a very chaotic and very chaotic feeling.

Under Fletcher's pressure step by step, Andrew is escaping into the darkness step by step, becoming more and more cold-blooded, more and more cruel, more and more brutal, more and more violent, and the whole person is like a bloodthirsty beast, rampage on the edge of the cliff, not knowing when and how he may fall into the abyss.

The invisible sense of restraint seemed to be dragging his limbs, unable to break through the speed, unable to control the power, the whole person was like a deep sink in the mud, and the more he struggled, the more difficult he became. Subconsciously, he wanted to break through, wanted to break free, and wanted to impact, but the strong reaction force of the sense of restraint made him gradually begin to suffocate.

In the dark, the double jump technique and the 400 strokes have improved, he seems to have reached it, but he is always unable to go further, every practice, every blow is stuck in a rut, this aggrieved and suppressed touch is making him more and more angry and irritable, but also more and more confused and more dazed.

That sense of restraint seemed to be the only force he was fighting against. But the problem is that he can't tell now, is this a barrier that is preventing his technological breakthrough, or is it a protective umbrella that is preventing him from falling into the abyss?

At the same time, he can't tell clearly, is this a calm barrier that is preventing his acting skills from breaking through again, or is it preventing himself from confusing reality and illusion as the last insurance?

It's really weird to feel like this, not only the blurring between acting and reality, between the character and the self, but also in the illusory world and the real world, you can feel the repression and bondage, it may be good or bad, it may be right or dangerous, that kind of indistinguishable gray emotion, rigidly, rigidly bound every nerve in him, and gradually began to breathe.

It's like...... If the description is not entirely accurate, but it is as if Chu Jiashu in the previous life has just woken up.

The long slumber after the car accident finally passed, and his eyes still couldn't open, but his body had slowly regained consciousness, and his sense of hearing and touch seemed to open a small window, and then he began to try to move his body, but the consciousness of his brain had already conveyed instructions, but his body could not feel any movement, he began to struggle, he began to resist, he began to exert force......

The irritability and panic gradually hit his heart, he couldn't calm down, and he didn't want to calm down.

When he realized that he had lost control of his body, the energy that erupted from that anger and resufficiency was even more violent and brutal than the volcano that had accumulated energy for many years, and the whole world began to shake, but no matter what, his efforts and his resistance and his indomitable were in vain.

And then even more irritable. Angrier. More depressed.

In the face of such a situation, either you can break down and stand up, successfully break down the barriers, and regain your life, or you will return in vain, truly realize that all your efforts are just ants stealing life, mentally numb, and then ...... Or get by, live this remnant life, or complain about the world, be cynical, or find another way and shine.

It doesn't feel like it's going to be experienced once. After the restless and boring emotions accumulated to the extreme, it was finally vented -

Andrew lost control, he kicked the jazz drum, raised his fist, and prepared to die with Fletcher, he pounced on Fletcher so hard that he began to beat Fletcher in spite of it, his red eyes were completely unable to find the shadow of reason, and everything became blurred.

It's not a murder of the father, it's still just a rebellion. The rebellion that lost control, the rebellion that overthrew authority, the rebellion that stood up, this is the last step before the / killing / father.

The whole scene was filmed smoothly, from tension to confrontation, from intensity to details, all the performances were perfect, so that Damien chanted again and again, and even rushed out of the performance hall to cry wolf outside for a while, celebrating the completion of the filming of the important turning scene.

But after the performance, Lan Li gasped for breath, the feeling of grievance and depression was not only not alleviated, but also burned in his chest like a flame, the hot and scorching flames were constantly hitting all his defenses, and he was imprisoned in place, as if he could only watch himself burn and turn to ashes.

In a drowsy state, Lan Li sat alone in the corner of the practice room, facing the corner of the wall, like a child who was thinking about the wall, after the volcano erupted, his physical strength and energy fell into a state of exhaustion, but the sense of restraint still did not disappear, he was just exhausted, unable to resist anymore, and unable to fight again.

The exhaustion that comes from the depths of the soul plunges the brain into darkness.

In a trance, the second world in my mind resurfaced the vague figure: a figure trapped on a white hospital bed like a mummy.

Gradually, that picture was approaching, slowly and slowly, getting closer and closer, those facial features, those expressions and that face became clearer and clearer, and after the focus and focus were completely adjusted, Chu Jiashu's appearance appeared in front of him, which suddenly made Lan Li panic:

Chu Jiashu is him, Lan Li is also him, both of them are him, and he is standing next to the hospital bed now, so who is the person lying on the hospital bed?

The ghost made a mistake, he stretched out his right hand, lightly touched Chu Jiashu's right hand, and there was a "whoosh", and then he entered the body, trapped in it, and the familiar scene was presented again-

He was the mummy, the mummy trapped in place, the mummy that was bound all over, the mummy that was futile no matter how much he struggled and resisted. It's him, it's always been him, it's always been him, it's never changed.

Ryan Stone is him, Levine Davis is him, Andrew Neiman is him, Chu Jiashu is him, and Lanley Hall is also him...... The distinct faces quickly alternated, until they all merged into one face: the one reflected in the mirror, bound in a mummified way.

He was struggling, he was resisting, he was desperate, but he was completely powerless to resist.

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

He thought that he had said goodbye to the past, that he had regained his life, that he had cut off his obsessions, that he had opened the future...... But why is he still trapped in the same place? After going around and around all his life, he finally returned to the original point, so are all his efforts in vain?

It's not fair!

He began to struggle, unyieldingly, the anger, the unwillingness, the irritability, and the pain, made him frantically try to resist, but the soul was imprisoned in the body shell, like an ant stuffed into a glass bottle, no matter how much he resisted, he still couldn't break through.

The soul began to burn, all the energy was released, the pain reached the extreme, the pain nerves in the mind were in danger, the mouth was wide open, but not even a sound came out, there was a "beep" sound in the ears, as if the electrocardiogram was torn into a straight line, and then the whole world escaped into darkness, and nothing could be felt anymore, and all those pains and bitterness were gone, as if the whole person was floating in the boundless dark universe.

It's not Ryan Stone's state, it's Ranley Hall's state.

In the endless vastness of the universe, he saw himself. To be more precise, Lan Li saw Chu Jiashu, and the two of them stood face to face, as if they were two sides of a mirror:

The one on the outside, with dark brown curls and light brown eyes, has a tall figure that outlines the etiquette of a gentleman, and the one inside, with short black hair and black eyes, has a slightly thin figure that reveals a bookish anger. Two completely different faces, but with the same soul, just staring at each other quietly, every move, every smile is so similar.

It's him, that's him, and both are him. So, who is he?