Human beings have a limited ability to perceive pain nerves.

When pain reaches the extreme, even to the point of tearing apart the soul, then it loses its original meaning, or when the pain accumulates to the extreme, gradually getting used to the existence of pain, the brain and body begin to become numb, then it also loses its original meaning. Even...... Start enjoying.

For Lan Li, it's the latter. Or, perhaps, is approaching the latter.

The wound at the tiger's mouth was so hot and painful that it was like being smeared with chili oil, and the thin needles the size of cow's hair drilled into the pores, tearing the muscle tissue slowly, slowly, slowly, and the sharp pain was coming one after another, wave after wave, and it was impossible to stop, so that the nerves began to gradually lose control of the palms and fingers.

For a moment, there was an illusion that the thumb seemed to have been separated.

He could clearly feel the continuous pain, the main tendons of his temples and backbone were straightening little by little, like a ballerina dancing on it, the nerves were gently pulling, restraining every muscle in his body, and the whole person could not help but begin to tremble slightly.

But, he's enjoying it.

It's not the pain that makes you want to scream, it's not the kind of numbness that makes you want to roll, but it's a thrilling and bloody pleasure, as if the more pain you get, the more pleasure you get, and that kind of addiction-like thrill begins to make your mind become trance-like and isolate another world in your mind.

The real world and the two-dimensional world are independent of each other and do not conflict with each other.

In fact, not only did he not wander or be distracted, but he became more concentrated, and the next shot reshoot was completed extremely smoothly, as if he had entered a state of selflessness, and the performance that came at his fingertips could quietly blend in with Andrew, showing it vividly and naturally, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

However, the two-dimensional world constructed in my mind is like a dream, and the whole person seems to be gradually floating, just need to tiptoe lightly to ride the wind and fly, those bizarre memory fragments are bubbling like a leaping spring, beautiful, making people gradually lost in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Lan Li has never tried / poison / product, but it is rumored that after being injected with / sea / Luo / in/, this is how it feels.

Now, Lan Li felt that there was a /sea/luo/yin flowing in his veins.

The whole veins were cold, the sharp and piercing cold was so sharp that even the bones began to ache faintly, but the blood was gurgling and boiling, and the scorching and hot temperature made the body temperature slowly rise, and even the whole person almost burned. The two contradictory feelings blend together perfectly.

"Cards!"

"Kakaka!"

"Lan Li, Ka!"

"Stop, hell God, stop!"

"Kaka, Kaka!"

"Damn! Lanli! Damn!"

“……”

The whole practice room was filled with an eerie and dark atmosphere, Damien kept grabbing his hair, that messy curls looked like even pet dogs didn't want to stay, and there was a thick worry between his eyebrows, supporting his right hand, constantly biting his nails.

Damien had stopped filming, but Lan Li still didn't stop playing.

"Bang bang!"

The irritable and chaotic drumbeats continued to stir in the room, sometimes chaotic, sometimes sudden, sometimes disorganized, sometimes increased in speed to an unbelievable three hundred and twenty beats, when the good and bad drums were like a surging river, constantly vibrating, without elegance, without nobility, without texture, but pure...... Enchanted.

What's even more terrifying is that the wound on Lan Li's right hand broke again, this time, under the squeezing and impact of the surging force, the blood burst directly, "Zila", broke through the blockade of the band-aid, splashed out, and the dark red blood fell on the hanging, jazz drums and carpets, smudged like plum blossoms, and the drumstick in his hand was dyed even more red.

Shocked.

Even just the spectators had already begun to jump in horror, and the sense of horror crept up on their backs, and they began to shiver coldly, one after another.

"Damien! do something!" the other staff members standing next to him finally couldn't take it anymore, it was just too cruel.

Damien was also full of pain.

At first, he was happy to see it, and even encouraged Lan Li, and he needed this kind of crazy and frightened performance quality to really make the characters fall into madness, which could fit perfectly with their previous discussion: murder/father.

Fletcher is forcing Andrew to escape into the darkness and fall into the abyss step by step, and in order to succeed, he will not compromise the means, even if he can sacrifice himself, and Andrew himself is also putting on his own ambition and madness little by little, putting on dark wings in the pressure of paranoia, and slowly begins to cut off all his worries and fetters.

It's a two-way process, you come and go, slowly, slowly, to complete the blackening.

Therefore, Damien hopes that Lan Li can interpret that kind of persistence, even after interrupting the filming, he still continues to beat the drum and get carried away, but Damien obviously ignores Lan Li's own strength - or rather, Damien still lacks enough understanding of the actors' performance methods and rhythms.

Lan Li's interpretation and analysis went even further than Damien, and in a trance, Andrew really came alive, and their cameras were witnessing Andrew's blackening process step by step. This process of breaking the shackles of morality, with a kind of bloody and cruel real records, challenges everyone's moral bottom line.

Even Damien himself began to get tormented.

Now, the only thought in Damien's mind was: the demon has been unleashed, so can it go back again? Or will it go back obediently? Can it be controlled? If not, then ...... So what to do?

At that moment, the drumbeat stopped without warning.

It was extremely noisy to extremely quiet, and the sudden upheaval caused the air in the entire practice room to freeze.

Facing everyone's stunned and flustered expressions, Lan Li, as the person concerned, looked relaxed, raised his head, and looked at Damien calmly, "The shot just now, is it okay?"

Be quiet.

There was silence.

The staff present all felt that they had received a critical attack of 100,000 points, and Lan Li's calmness and calmness formed a huge gap, which invisibly made people shudder, and even many people looked away, not daring to look directly into Lan Li's eyes again, so the silence of the scene spread like this, filled with a breath of death.

"What's not good enough, do you want me to do it again?" Lan Li asked again with full attention.

"No, no, no, no. Damien finally came to his senses and waved his hand repeatedly, "Very good! The shot just now is very, very good! Everything is perfect, and we can end our work early today." Damien smiled again and again, and couldn't wait to give affirmation, lest the scene just now happen again.

After a moment's pause, Damien came to his senses, "Your wounds...... Are you alright?" But then I remembered what I liked to see, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and explained, "I mean, there's going to be a shooting next, are you sure your wound is okay? Do you need to take care of it? Otherwise, the wound is infected, and that's bad." ”

"Rest assured, I'll take care of myself. Lan Li raised his right hand, the palm of the half-clenched fist could not see the specific condition of the wound, but he could clearly see the rich blood, the hemopathy patient estimated that it was time to faint now, but the corner of Lan Li's mouth had a shallow smile, "After all, this is a tool to success, and it must not be treated casually." ”

The first-person subject of this sentence is...... Andrew?

Then, Lan Li stood up and let out a long breath.

The interlacing of two worlds at the same time is still so real, every move seems to be completed by two people at the same time, and the tangible texture of overlapping and synchronization faintly brings a sense of heaviness, as if one body is carrying the weight of two souls-

But this description is not accurate, because the two-dimensional world is like a bubble swimming outside, and the slightest wind and grass will begin to turn upside down, and it seems that it may fall apart at any time.

Lan Li's whole person faintly felt a little trance.

He knows what he's doing, he can control his behavior, and after so many works, he is no longer the rookie who was lost in the illusion of reality, but every move is like a rootless duckweed, which is the so-called "trance".

Lan Li guessed that on the one hand, because of exhaustion, the performance method of sprinting all the way did require too much physical strength, and on the other hand, because of the stimulation caused by the wound, his spirit began to become tired, and what he needed now was a rest. Whether it's Lan Li or Andrew.

Rest and rest and you'll get better.

Lan Li told herself.

Then, Lan Li saw his friends who appeared on the set, "Hey, guys, why are you here?"

Capturing the worry and hesitation in the eyes of the three people, Lan Li habitually outlined the corners of his mouth, revealing a familiar smile, and at the same time raised his right hand and shook it slightly, "I'm going to go to the hospital now to disinfect and treat it, how about it, are you going to go to the hospital together to watch?"

The light-hearted joking words made the three of them settle down a little, this is still the blue gift they are familiar with, and the aura that belongs to Andrew is slowly receding, which is good news.

"I'm going to take a picture and post it on the wall to tell everyone that I'm dating Lan Li. Ryan was the first to raise his right hand to sign up, but then he found that neither Rooney nor Paul responded, and looked over with a disgusted expression, Ryan spread his hands innocently, "What, don't I have the potential to become an Internet celebrity?"