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Ugh.

The muffled sound hidden under the skin made a deep breath sound, and the band-aid was dyed dark red little by little, and then suddenly it loosened, and the stinging pain that followed began to slowly tear open the wound, and it instantly swarmed up like a tide, piling up in the chest, and bursting unreasonably.

Andrew still didn't give up.

Clenched his teeth and frowned tightly, the muscles of his whole body were tensed to the extreme, as if a full round bow, it seemed that as long as a little more strength was added, it would be completely broken, and that precarious tremor made his eyes condense, and a terrifying fierceness and determination burst out from the depths of his eyes, truly showing the madness of Ning Weiyu rather than being complete.

But the tight muscles are making the hitting action completely out of control, not to mention two hundred and eighty blows, not to mention one hundred and forty blows, it is a complete mess, there is no discipline and no skill at all, it is simply a layman's random percussion, and even the most basic sense of rhythm has disappeared.

Andrew still didn't give up.

His whole person erupted with a stubbornness that hit the south wall and didn't look back, and the red silk in his eyes outlined a violent and primitive bloody aura, which made people shudder.

He was beating, he was still beating frantically, until the pain broke out completely, and his entire right hand was so stiff that he couldn't swing it, just like a rainstorm pear flower needle was concentrated on the back of his hand, and his eyes finally couldn't help but close tightly, and he withdrew his right hand, and the pain that pierced his heart made his jaw tremble slightly.

He didn't speak, just closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, raised his head slightly, let the drumstick leave the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and stopped in mid-air, as if waiting for the pain to slowly subside.

The entire practice room was silent, and everyone held their breath, not even daring to move their fingers, lest the slightest movement might break the silence of the scene - or fear that they might detonate a mine and become the target of the madman's vent.

In the dead silence, Rooney noticed Lan Li's right hand.

He was in control, trying his best to hold back, the muscles from his arms to his shoulders were already tense to the extreme, and he could even see the green tendons bulging out, as if his blood vessels might burst at any moment, but even so, he could still see his fingertips trembling slightly, and the extreme pain was slowly eating away at his willpower.

There was no blood in sight, because the blood was hidden under the band-aid, but the piercing pain was revealed in the tense muscles, and even onlookers couldn't help frowning and didn't dare to look at it directly.

In full view of everyone, Andrew lowered his head and slowly tore open the band-aid.

With a gentle movement, those pupils spread out little by little, blooming in an instant, and the extreme pain surged exponentially at this moment, even making onlookers can't help but start grinning, and can't help but be frightened, "hiss".

Damien seemed restless and eager to try, a little impatient, and on an impulse he wanted to step forward and grab the camera to shoot a close-up close-up, these images were too real and too exciting, which coincided with the style of the whole movie, and he could even paint in his mind the finished picture of the movie projected on the big screen, every detail was so lifelike.

But Damien resisted the impulse.

Because he knows that the current state of madness is absolutely unattainable, for actors, and for directors. The missed shots can be reshot later, which is also the biggest advantage of the movie, but once the missed state is broken, it may never be recovered.

He needs to be calm.

In the professional part of filmmaking, Damien was always able to hold his composure. No matter how impatient, urgent, and excited, he can still hold on.

Andrew tore open the band-aid, his pupils had completely spread, and his clenched teeth could even hear the gurgling collision, but he still didn't flinch, but burst out in the depths of his eyes with a cold and excited, and the madness that went crazy leaked out in an instant, but disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now, just the illusion of a bystander.

This fleeting illusion made people shiver. The image of the twin little girls in "The Shining" came to mind.

Andrew gently pursed his lips, a simple movement revealed the taste of bloodthirsty, and then, he pulled out a band-aid again, re-attaching the wound, another band-aid, double-completing the protection of the enlarged wound, and the entire pattern of the tiger's mouth has been soaked in dark red viscous blood.

After finishing the bandage, Andrew raised his head again and clenched the drumsticks.

He needs to break through, he needs to be in control, he needs to relax.

But this was really not an easy task, and a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian boy began to appear in his mind, lying quietly on a snow-white hospital bed.

In the blink of an eye, the boy seemed to be bound by a white bandage, like a mummy, unable to move, and in the blink of an eye, the boy returned to his normal state, lying quietly and sleeping like a sleeping beauty, and in another blink he opened his eyes, and then he entered the boy's shell.

He tried to sit up, but then found himself imprisoned in this shell, no matter how much he struggled, his body did not react in the slightest, even his fingers and toes were completely stiff, the only thing that could swing was his head, he barely lifted his bulky head, but he could not even see his toes.

Damn, damn it, damn it!

Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, repeating the action of breathing over and over again - not a deep breath, just a breath, a normal rhythm of breathing, let your brain gradually calm down, and then, all those inexplicable images disappear, back to the real world again.

His eyes fell on the sling.

I revisited Buddy Ricky's performance in my head, gently checked the rhythm, relaxed my muscles as much as I could, and ...... Start hitting again.

Sweat dripped down his nose, and hot beads of sweat hung on his eyelashes, but he didn't care at all, his eyes were staring at the hanging like a torch, and he began to shake his wrist at a low amplitude and high frequency, and lightly touched the hanging sound with a drumstick, and the clear sound flowed out like a ding dong spring water.

The wrist frequency is still increasing rapidly.

But the stiff muscles did not obey the call, a little faster, the wrist and the forearm began to shake, the whole amplitude began to increase uncontrollably, the feeling of distress and depression was like being imprisoned in the young man's body, and it became stronger and tighter, and the restraint was almost out of breath, if he did not resist, he might be suffocated to death like this.

Even after using all his strength, even if he struggled like a madman, his limbs and torso were still unable to move, and he was aggrieved and angry, annoyed and sad, and all the negative emotions were accumulated together, and they all erupted in the form of a volcanic eruption, so that his soul began to tremble slightly.

Struggle. Get rid of, fight.

Involuntarily, his stubbornness and paranoia began to drive all the muscles of his body to resist with all his might, in order to tear off the physical and mental shackles, he waved his limbs like a madman, desperate to fight to the end, all control, all concentration, all energy has become a mess, completely out of order.

The eyes gradually became stiff, and with a terrifying gaze, they locked on the hanging in front of them, the fierceness of life and death, and I wanted to directly devour the hanging cry alive.

"Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Bang Bang. ”

The tempo has been completely unbalanced, with no frame and no structure, and if jazz is an elegant waltz, Andrew's performance has now evolved into a fist-to-fist boxing match, where the relationship between him and the drum kit is no longer a dance partner, but a confrontation between the two sides, and there is absolutely no possibility of stopping until the winner is decided.

He didn't close his eyes, he never closed his eyes, he just rounded his eyes, and a thick murderous aura rolled in the depths of his eyes, and a sharp aura flashed, like a demon spreading its wings and casting a shadow, completely enveloping Andrew in it. The awe-inspiring paranoia flashed again, and drowned in a storm of violence.

There is no rhythm. There is no melody. There are no rules. There are no rules.

Andrew just knocked on the sling blindly, not even seeing an end, and that frenzied temperament rolled and spread in the narrow space, and the heart of every bystander contracted, and there was an urge to flee from the wilderness, just to get away from this demon, lest his steps be a little slower, and his life would be lost.

But what was even more terrifying was that their footsteps were pinned to the spot, unable to move, and even their fingers and chests had been completely calmed down, without making a sound at all. This strange silence and tranquility became more and more strange and terrifying in the sound of the dancing demons.

"Cards!"

Damien couldn't help it after all, and shouted loudly, but he immediately found that the sound was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make it at all, like a mosquito calling, completely drowned in the layers of crying sounds, and before he could catch his breath, he was fiercely cut off his breath, and then it was just like that.

Damien also froze in place, staring at Lan Li dumbfounded:

He didn't stop, he still didn't stop, the raging rage burst out with a kind of moth to the fire of the tragedy and tragedy, as if he was clearly seeing that he was burning his life and blooming.

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