Matthew felt that all of this was ridiculous, even for Lan Li, it was too out of line, like a fantasy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut, this is Lan Li, isn't it? In the light and light wind, there is the power of the earth-shattering stone.

"Sir, the nails have been nailed. Matthew's thoughts were interrupted by Jose's slightly trembling voice, and he looked up and raised his chin slightly, "You continue to hammer in different positions, pretending to keep nailing the nails. ”

José's hands trembled uncontrollably, it was one thing to bury a corpse, it was another to confine a living person in a coffin, and now it wasn't over yet......? What do you mean?"

Matthew had to explain, "Pretend to have nails in other parts and hit them with a hammer, but you don't need to use real nails." ”

Although Matthew didn't understand Lan Li's reason for doing this, he did understand Lan Li's personality, and once he made up his mind, no one could change it, no one. Therefore, he plans to lend a helping hand to Lan Li, to create a more realistic atmosphere of "burial alive", and to create an illusion that they are really going to nail the coffin to death.

When José came to his senses, he breathed a sigh of relief, so he picked up the hammer and began to beat again, but before he could beat it for long, he could hear a muffled thrashing sound from the coffin, which startled José, and his legs couldn't help but go limp—any time he heard a sound coming from the coffin, it was the rhythm of a horror movie. But then he reacted, and it was a big living person lying inside, and it was strange that there was no movement.

But even so, the fear in my heart has not diminished much.

The movement in the coffin became louder and louder, the dull struggle and pain were isolated by the thick coffin, and only some movement could be faintly heard, but it was precisely this kind of resistance that was suppressed to the point of almost weakness, which made people's hearts jump more and more, and it seemed that they could truly feel the despair of being buried alive, and every inch and corner of the soul began to be tormented.

José couldn't continue to watch, he felt that he was killing a living life with his own hands, not only his hands were covered with blood, but also cruelly watching from the sidelines, he couldn't help but turn his head, looked at Matthew pleadingly, and asked silently, "Can we stop? Do you really want to continue? Are you sure he'll be okay? I think things are starting to get out of control, or else, let's stop here?"

The struggle in the coffin became more and more intense, the dull sound of "dong dong" echoed, like thunder hitting his chest hard, José could barely bear it anymore, "Please?" He couldn't help but finally speak, the weak voice hiding infinite fear and bitter pleading.

Unfortunately, José didn't get any response, and Matthew still stood tall and resolute, motionless.

José could no longer stand on his feet, walked to the side and sat down, the whole person was paralyzed in the chair, his face was pale, his slightly curly hair was completely soaked with sweat, as if he had just been salvaged from the water, his eyes were dull and he looked at the coffin in front of him, the struggle inside seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, did this mean......

Don't get cranky.

Matthew's stomach was churning, and his nervousness made him almost want to vomit, but he had to cut off the endless imagination in his mind and tell himself that the only thing he needed to do was to believe in Lan Li, which was exactly what he was best at, wasn't it?

When I was still at Cambridge University, in order to ensure the safety of students, no motor vehicles were allowed on campus. That afternoon, on a whim, Lan Li rode his motorcycle and suddenly entered the campus, which frightened everyone. Not to mention the others, even Matthew, who was sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, was frightened, and then the security guard rode a bicycle in the back while chasing and scolding, but Lan Li had no intention of stopping at all, and went on a rampage all the way, with more and more security guards behind him, like a big dark cloud, like a tail that could not be shaken off, falling tightly behind the motorcycle, stirring up the whole campus chickens and dogs.

Afterwards, Matthew originally thought that neither Lan Li nor he could escape punishment, and the dean would definitely be furious. But unexpectedly, Lan Li told the dean that he was sick, had a heart attack, and needed to go to the school hospital immediately to rest.

Matthew still remembers Lan Li's innocent expression as he said, "Again, I apologize profusely. I hope that the dean will allow me to go to the church to confess and punish me for a month to go to the library to organize books, as a warning to the students that even if they save people, they should not ride a motor vehicle past the campus. The dean stood opposite, so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Of course, there was also himself, who was stunned on the spot, but had to use his suffocating acting skills to show his "heartache". He felt that the dean must have seen through him, but later the school doctor confirmed that he did have an irregular heart rhythm and needed to recuperate. Even the dean can only eat coptis dumbly.

The dean's stunned appearance at that time appeared in his mind, and Matthew didn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The passage of time was a torture, and Matthew watched everything from the fierce struggle, to the exhaustion that gradually subsided, to the slamming blow of strength, and then to the despair, all of which were hidden in that little coffin, as if tons of gunpowder had been piled up, ready to explode at any moment, blowing everything to pieces.

Matthew had to close his eyes, he couldn't bear to look any further, it was so cruel that he almost couldn't resist the urge to open the lid of the coffin and put an end to all this pain. It's like witnessing the death of a rabbit, and instead of watching it struggle and not swallow its last breath, it's better to cut through the mess and end its torment.

But he knew he couldn't.

The passage of time began to become their torture, and so did him, so did José, and even the Martins on the other end of the phone - after five hours, they finally did not hold back, and went to the store in person to watch the torture live, but after less than thirty minutes, they fled, refusing to stay in this room.

Rodrigo couldn't help but lower his eyes, "Matthew, let's end this ridiculous experience." ”

He arrived three hours after the experience began, fidgeting and watching it all, expecting to be amazed, enjoyed, and thought because this was the real script "buried alive", and their reaction was what the audience expected to react to when the movie was released. However, there was no way for him to continue watching.

"I don't care about this movie anymore, even with Lan Li's original strength, he can definitely play this role well. We don't need to go on like this, let's end it, end this inhuman torture quickly. Rodrigo felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't imagine Lan Li's current state. Such inhuman captivity is even more cruel than murder. "If Lan Li gets angry, it's my responsibility, and I interrupt the experience. It's nothing more than a small-budget independent film, and there's really no need for him to be so desperate. ”

Even as a director, Rodrigo's patience has reached the extreme, and he is on the verge of collapse.

Matthew didn't answer immediately, the air was almost frozen, even the beating of his heart was inaudible, he could barely feel any movement in the coffin, just imagining the potential possibility, and the blood all over his body immediately froze into ice. He can't be cranky, not even a little bit.

Turning his head to look at a sweaty, guilt-ridden Rodrigo, Matthew smiled, "He's not for your movie." ”

Rodrigo couldn't help but be stunned, not to "bury the film alive", then for what?

"Beep, beep, beep......"

The sudden sound of the alarm broke the suffocating panic in the room, and Matthew stepped forward with an arrow, only to find that he had stood for too long, and his muscles were so stiff that he couldn't coordinate, he had an unstable center of gravity, and almost fell, but he didn't have time to take care of himself, just shouted at Jose, "Open the coffin! Open it now!" The fierce sound was like thunder, and everyone came back to their senses in an instant.

A crowd of people swarmed up, even those in the office outside, and Matthew had to stop everyone, "Too many, too many! Four people is enough." "Four corners, four claw hammers, that's enough.

The crowd was in a hurry again, and the four people stepped forward one after another, and pulled out the nails in the four corners. José reached out and tried to open the lid of the coffin, but when his fingers touched the wood of the coffin, he retracted as if his hand was hot, and he didn't dare.

Matthew's thighs were completely numb, and his steps looked awkward, but he stepped forward in two steps of three, grabbed the lid tightly with both hands, paused for a moment, and then lifted the lid in one fell swoop before panic and fear drowned him out.

Hollow, hollow. Lan Li's deep and agile eyes were only two empty holes at this time, absorbing all the light like a black hole, devouring life and hope.

The sweat on his head was full of stains, his pale cheeks were not bloody, his hands were swollen, the blood on his fingertips had dried up and solidified, his black T-shirt was completely soaked, and he could clearly see that his chest had no ups and downs, and it was as quiet as a cemetery at midnight.

Fear gripped Matthew's heart, and his eyes cracked, "Rite, Rite, Jesus Christ, Wake up, please, wake up!"

"Drink. Lan Li suddenly gasped, and the whole person sat up, like a vampire who borrowed a corpse to resurrect his soul.