"Do you understand what I'm saying? Mr. Conroy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Silence, oppressive silence, cold, biting cold. His eyes widened like this, and he didn't say a word, and the halo under his eyes faded little by little, as if all life had been drained.

This is not a dream.

It's over, it's all over, the dream is over, even his life is over.

Without the insurance money, Linda has no way to continue, their house will become a heavy burden, even if she doesn't want to, after the bank takes back the house, she can only take Sean back to her parents' house, and then gradually forget the memories about him, after he dies, his traces in this world will gradually be erased, and finally disappear completely, as if it never existed, even his mother, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, does not remember him.

All of this is just a lie, a beautiful lie.

The White House said that Iraq was a threat, and it was they who led the 9/11 incident, so everyone in the country threw themselves into the war with righteous indignation, but they were stuck in this quagmire and could not leave, and who cared about those innocent soldiers on the battlefield? The company said that there was no danger in working in Iraq and that he could earn a lot of money, so he left his home in spite of it, hoping to do something for Linda and Sean with his own hands, only to be trapped in this little box, quietly waiting to die, and the only thing they cared about was how to avoid the payment of insurance money?

How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how desolate.

But what is even more tragic is that he can't even burst out of anger now, only a feeling of powerlessness, and the weight of despair weighs down on him. He's alone now, Linda didn't answer the phone, Sean was at school, the White House rescuers didn't show up for a long time, and the cold-blooded animals on the other end of the phone were eager to end their work quickly, no, nothing, no hope, no follow-up, this is the end.

"Mr. Conroy?" the other end of the phone called again, still unresponsive, "That's my conversation with Mr. Paul Conroy, I'm going to turn off the tape recorder." ”

His eyes widened, but all that remained in those dark brown eyes was a blank slate, as if there was no fluctuation at all. A hot tear slipped down his eyes, but before he could hit the ground, it evaporated in the air. He didn't even have a tear in his eyes.

As Chu Jiashu, he had died once, as Paul Conroy - or Lan Li Hale, he could not tell whether Lan Li was a dream or Paul was a dream, but whoever it was, it was time for the end again, and he was going to die again.

Die again.

What about the fear of death, what about the desire to live, what about the yearning for freedom? no, all of them were gone, all of them were coldly cut off and extinguished, and there was nothing left, and he couldn't even feel the pain, but just lay here quietly, waiting for death to come. The whole world turned gray, mighty and majestic, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.

What a wonderful thing it is to quietly watch the world fall apart. The corners of the mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, outlined a shallow arc, and it was a smile.

The dead silence gave people the illusion that time had stood still, and the other end of the phone waited for a long time, still without waiting for any response, it seemed that even the sound of breathing disappeared, and a sadness slowly rose, and he whispered, "I'm sorry." Without the previous business, the voice was slightly deep, echoing in the faint glow of the mobile phone, inexplicably adding a touch of sadness to the death of the rabbit and the fox.

He cut off the phone, then slowly lowered his arm, stared intently at the wooden board above his head, the flashlight on his chest flashed twice, and finally calmed down, a ghostly light seemed to be precarious under the oppression of darkness, and was in danger of going out at any time.

He lay like this, the sound of breathing was gradually disappearing, the heaving of his chest was gradually calming, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was returning to its original state again, the brilliance in those dark brown eyes slowly dissipated, there was no anger, no despair, no sarcasm, nothing left, only a calm, as if the faint vitality could be seen truly and clearly along with the process of disappearance of brilliance.

Call. The world is quiet again.

In a trance, he returned to the hospital bed of the previous life, white and vast, and the figures of doctors and nurses could be seen running quickly, Ding Yanan's tearful face was full of despair and shock, and it became more and more blurred in the turbulent crowd, all the noise around him began to disappear, and the world dimmed little by little. He knew that there was no next time, and that this was the end, the end of nothingness.

“…… Blue Rite. ”

The sound of emptiness came from the far edge of the sky, blurred, echoing in the boundless darkness, unable to distinguish the direction or content, as if it were just the howling of the wind.

“…… Blue Rite. The voice was still wafting, the echoes of the emptiness thin and fragile. Suddenly, the voice crossed the vastness of the interstellar space and exploded directly in the ear, "Lan Li!"

A beam of light exploded in the depths of his pupils, and the dazzling light instantly poured into his eyes, and the pain of tearing made his body follow Ben/Neng to close his eyes, and the bright and almost scorching light melted away all the darkness in an instant, even if he only closed his eyes, he could feel the boiling heat, but he still didn't have the strength to touch it, and even his brain couldn't react.

"Lan Li! God, what the hell is going on? Lan Li! Lan Li!"

The anxious voice roared in his ears, like a huge force, pulling him up from the depths of the ocean, and suddenly, he burrowed out of the water, and his lungs, which had been suffocated for a long time, suddenly inhaled a large amount of air, "Drink." He couldn't help but gasp, his eyes opened again, and the muscles in his body were tense to the extreme, and he couldn't even move his eyeballs, just stared at the light source directly above in a daze, and his eyes hurt faintly.

"Lan Li, answer me, Lan Li!"

"Whew, whe......w, whew," he breathed heavily, and his soul finally returned to his body again, and he turned his head blankly to look, his vague focus trying to find a reference in front of him, and the figures in the distance all lost their faces, wearing the same mask, and the same one in the distance, wearing a white mask with no facial features. This left him at a loss, full of question marks that could not be answered.

Who is he? Is this a dream or reality? How should he be differentiated? Is he Paul or Lan Li, or is it just Chu Jiashu's dream? Was he buried alive? Was he rescued? Did he survive? Or was he filming? What was the hotel all about? What was a dream and what was reality? What was going on?

“…… I, where am I now?", he finally asked a question.

Rodrigo looked at Lan Li in front of him, inexplicably, tears fell, he knew that he was embarrassed, but he couldn't control himself, he wiped the hot tears on his cheeks, "Warehouse, we are in the warehouse now, this is the set." Rodrigo didn't know why Lan Li was asking this question, but he did his best to answer it.

"Remember, we were filming, and then you ...... You were so tired that you fell asleep, and after waking you up, we went back to shooting. Are you okay now? If necessary, we can pause our work for the day, and you can go back and have a good rest. You don't have to worry about the cost of renting a warehouse, we still have more money now......"

Rodrigo continued, but Lan Li raised his hand to stop it, he turned his head to look again, and the faces in his vision began to gradually become clearer, one by one, strange and familiar faces, with panic and shock, his eyes fell on his shoulder, as if ...... It's as if he had just escaped death.

"So, we were filming just now. Lan Li's brain was a little sluggish, he was still a little vague, he was just called "Lan Li", which means, this is reality? But how can he tell the difference? Is it like in "Inception", looking for the imbalance of falling? Or, to find his own totem?

The chaotic thoughts converged, and he looked up again, and then he saw Rodrigo's eager expression, and the remaining tears in his eyes reflected his pale and desperate face, "...... Did the filming of this scene just now go well?"

None of this feels real, it's all too real. The line between the unreal and the real is blurred, and there doesn't seem to be much difference between this moment and the moment just now. But at least he is "alive" now, even if it is an illusion, he is alive, and he needs a little time to organize his thoughts.

At the moment, let's treat him as Lan Li, as if he was just filming, and as if he was just reading the script in a hotel and seeing that falling asleep was just a dream.

"Good. Rodrigo's words stumbled a little, and Lan Li's question caught him a little off guard-Lan Li was in such a bad state just now, and now he was actually asking about the shooting......? This...... It really made Rodrigo not know how to deal with it. But when you think about it, Lan Li has put on such a wonderful performance that if the camera doesn't record it faithfully, it would be their sin, "Perfect!" I mean. "There was nothing wrong with everything, the camera angles were perfect, and there was no need for reshoots." Wonderful, really wonderful!"

In his mind, he couldn't think of any actor who could reach such heights, not even Robert De Niro, not even Al Pacino, not even Marlon Brando. Although he said that he did not know, although he said that his judgment was unfair, although he said that he made a fuss, but this is what he thought, and this performance just now is definitely worthy of going down in history!

"That's good. That's a good thing. Isn't that a good thing?" Lan Li's weak voice teased, and then began to cough violently.