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Hayden's mind went blank for a moment, the pain that penetrated deep into his soul passed through the camera lens to his fingertips, shivering one after another, and he couldn't help but feel a cool breeze blow through his lower body - even though he knew very well that everything was just a show, just a show, it was a fake at all, but ...... He was still frightened and overwhelmed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the bitter smell of blood made Hayden sober up, he still had a shooting mission, and if he smashed it, Lance would definitely strangle him. In fact, he didn't have to wait for Lance to do anything before he himself would die of guilt.

Hayden took Jeff's head as a starting point and slowly stepped back diagonally, and Hayley's busy hands could be vaguely seen in the camera, the dark blue surgical gloves had been stained red with blood, but he couldn't see clearly, only a blurry halo, and a large area of color was surging, but it made the stomach start to roll more and more.

"If you really keep one, you will walk crookedly, and it's all for your good." Hailey's voice came out of the camera, she seemed to be a little panting, she could hear her exhaustion, but she still remained calm, it seemed that she was just talking about the topic of small talk about whether you should choose black tea or coffee for afternoon tea, and the cold in her bones began to seep out, "Okay, your new life is about to begin, just ...... Belch...... ......Suddenly, there was silence in the camera, all the sounds were gone, even the breathing could not be heard, there was a suffocating silence, and then Hayley let out a long breath and relaxed with relief, "Ahhh......h Seriously, it's a very simple procedure. ā€

Hayley's voice was still babbling, "I really don't understand why you should teach Girl Scouts skills like wilderness survival or selling cookies, which are the most practical skills...... but Hayden's camera slowly zoomed in again, focusing on Jeff, and finally turning into a close-up.

However, Jeff did not react.

There was no reaction, his expression was dull, his eyes were empty, his muscles were stiff, and the whole person looked at the ceiling with his mouth slightly open, as if he had stopped breathing, as if he was a walking corpse, and his soul had dissipated, leaving only a body lying here.

Hayden almost thought Lance had forgotten about acting, and he wasn't sure if such stills would fit the bill, but that's when Hayden noticed the change, small, slow, delicate.

A teardrop, slowly, slowly, gathers under the eye, and the lens can clearly capture the process of tears condensing from mist to teardrops, crystal clear, hot and hot. Then, one after another, the vast blue slowly became hazy in the tears, but there was still no movement in the eyes, eyebrows, corners of the mouth, and cheeks, and it seemed that the process of dissipating the soul little by little, and the ashes were gone, like a big explosion at the moment when the universe was formed.

Hayden couldn't help but hold his breath, and a drop of sweat slowly slipped down the wing of Jeff's nose, but the thin layer of tears never fell, only a layer of mist over his eyes, reminding Hayden of the ancient Greek method of disposing of corpses: they had to put two copper coins over the eyes of the deceased, which was used to cross the River Styx.

At this moment, Hayden was completely conquered, and he truly believed that Jeff's soul had completely disappeared. It's just that he can't tell whether it's because Jeff believes that he has been emasculated and lost his dignity as a man; Or is it because all of Jeff's secrets have been revealed, and he is naked and subject to moral judgment. But whatever the possibility, Hayden felt tragic, cruel, and frightened, even if Jeff was a lover/child/fetish, he shouldn't have been tortured by such lynching, should he?

That's what Lance wants to achieve. For the first time, Hayden actually touched the idea and framework in Lance's brain, but was dumbfounded. If it were him, he would never have been able to dig into the inner meaning of the lens to such a deep extent, so he was a photographer, not a director. However, at this time, he did not forget his mission, and the scene was still not over.

Hayden slowly pulls the camera back, then backs away and slowly straightens up, taking Jeff and Hayley into the camera.

Hailey's petite body was also slightly bent due to excessive tiredness at this time, the sweat oozing from her forehead glowed with a gloomy glow under the dim light, she gasped lowly, but the corners of her mouth showed a relaxed smile, in stark contrast to the lifeless Jeff in front of her, as if ...... It's like mourning the death of the deceased.

"I saw Linny at Aunt Denise's funeral." Jeff's voice rang silently, hoarse, low, and trembling, but calm, hopelessly calm, like a robotic mechanical voice about to run out of power, "I told her what her mother did to me. But she didn't believe it. ā€

Hayden's camera instead left Jeff, locked on Hayley's expression, and then captured the disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, not looking at Jeff at all, but focusing on cleaning up the last "wound repair", "If Denise were here now, what would you say?" ā€

"Huh." Jeff let out a chuckle, but he couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest in the back of the camera, and he was angry, "I'll say, 'Help, a girl is going to castrate me, call the police.'" With that, Jeff chuckled twice, seemingly very satisfied with his joke, and as if he had no real sense of the absurdity of the current situation, he actually laughed continuously, his sweat-soaked chest, gently rising and falling, but weak.

"She was really unkind last time, I won't let you suffocate." Hayley sped up her sewing movements, then let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead, with a satisfied look on her face.

Hayden slows down, little by little, and the camera carefully pulls down, he can't reveal the truth that Jeff wasn't castrated, but he has to capture the crucial evidence to deceive the audience. So, Hayden began to adjust the focus, the far end became a blur, the near end gradually became clearer, and finally the footsteps stopped, and the camera landed on the two transparent cups.

At this time, the cup was completely filled with blood, and there were two large spherical objects in it, which looked like ...... It's like a ball that has just been cut. Cruel and bloody, rough and primitive, without any disguise, it hits the camera like this, bringing a powerful shock.

Hayden slowly backs away, the camera blurring, first Hayley, then Jeff, and finally he leaves the studio, the camera focused on the red wall of the hall, and a large expanse of red swells in the camera. He shifted the camera slowly, slowly, and the surging red made it impossible to distinguish the current position, bringing a dizzying effect, until the yellow appeared in the lens, and the vision gradually became clear, so that people could understand: this is the hall.

However, Hayden's camera still did not stop, but continued to turn around until he reached the floor-to-ceiling windowsill, and then stepped on a powerful step and walked outside, the golden bright sunlight became more and more dazzling, and you could faintly see the dense sycamore tree in the courtyard, gently swaying in the afternoon breeze, and the rustling of leaves seemed particularly quiet.

"Cards!"

Albert's voice rang out, echoing through the room empty. For a full ten and thirty seconds, everyone stared with bated breath and was silent, and at this time they were finally freed, but no one spoke, no one moved, and even the sound of breathing almost disappeared, everyone stood in place, their brains completely frozen, unable to think at all, and could only hold their previous posture blankly, motionless.

Hayden was still standing there with the camera on his shoulder, every muscle in his body wailing, but he was reluctant to put the camera down. I just raised my head slightly, looking at the clear blue sky above my head, and the bright sunshine, and I was dizzy.

Albert turned his head to look at the others around him, only to find that everyone was stunned, and the shock on their faces was so clear.

Emma's cheeks were already stained with tears, she gritted her teeth desperately, but the tears in her eyes still slowly seeped out, she was reluctant to blink at all, lest she would miss the excitement in the blink of an eye, and the hazy tears were clearly written full of turbulent waves, wave after wave, and she couldn't stop at all.

Michael opened his mouth slightly, his pupils had begun to dilate, as if he was completely defeated by the shock, and a little saliva could be faintly seen at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't intend to close his mouth at all, just looked away blankly, trying to refocus the focus, but couldn't.

Jaw-dropping, all of them reacted the same way. Even if they are part of the "fruit hard candy", even if they are part of the planning of the whole scene, but at this moment, the tsunami-like shock still makes them lose the ability to react, and they are completely stunned on the spot.

Most of Albert's attention was focused on Hayden, making sure Hayden wasn't disturbed during the shoot, but even then, the occasional sight or capture was enough to plunge him into chaos, and the indescribable emotions collided in his chest. Then Albert saw Percy who was in shock, and he looked really embarrassed, but he didn't even have the mood to laugh at Percy, he retracted his gaze in a panic, and walked quickly towards the studio, breaking the solidification of the scene, and then people withdrew their gaze and looked in other directions uncomfortably.

After entering the studio, Albert saw Allen with his shoulders drooping, his eyebrows full of exhaustion, and his hands trembling uncontrollably, as if they would collapse at any moment. But at this time, Albert didn't have time to pay attention to Allen, his eyes fell on Lance, and then he was stunned.

Lance's eyes were still wide open, but lifeless, not even his chest rose or fell in any way, stiff as a corpse. (To be continued.) )