"Hugo, Hugo......" Due to the rules and regulations of the Angolan prison, Joseph had no way to enter the interview room, so he could only stand outside the iron bars and shout loudly.

The guards opened the door to the interview room so that Joseph's voice could be heard directly. But Hugo still supported his knees without saying a word and did not look up.

Joseph couldn't help frowning, Hugo's state has been very bad lately, very bad, different from the struggle during the filming of "The Seven Deadly Sins", and even more severe than the pain during the filming of "Schindler's List", in just three weeks, the Angolan prison seems to have swallowed Hugo's sunlight clean - or Hugo actively cooperated with this devouring process and actively fell into darkness.

It's like choosing the dark Lucifer.

This time, only Joseph and Samora accompanied Hugo to Baton Rouge (Bate), because of the complicated procedures of the Angolan prison, so Samora only came to the first two times, and did not come again, Samora stayed in Baton Rouge, and every day Joseph drove Hugo along Highway 61 to the Angolan prison, which is an hour's drive away. This is the only way to get in and out of the Angolan prison.

Joseph could clearly feel the change of Hugo little by little, which made Joseph even more frightened, because this was not the Hugo he knew.

"Hugo, you have to rest, you put too much pressure on yourself...... Joseph tried to raise his voice, trying to build a bridge of communication between himself and Hugo, "There is still some time before the start of filming, you don't need to be in too much of a hurry, you should let yourself relax...... Besides, you've prepared enough for this role, you're capable enough for it, don't push yourself anymore......"

Hugo slowly raised his head, he turned his head to look at Joseph, but this directly cut off Joseph's voice, because Hugo's eyes full of cruelty were like a lion aiming at its prey, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth had a hint of cruel blood, which made Joseph shudder.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do." Hugo said coldly, the corners of his mouth pulled up, obviously he had already pulled out an arc, but he didn't have any smile, "Do you know how to act, or do I know how to act?" You're just a manager, but you're here to show me? What nonsense. Hugo raised his eyebrows slightly, and the contemptuous mockery danced lightly like dust dancing in the sun.

Joseph couldn't help but stop talking, he was used to Hugo's sudden blackening recently, which can be understood, but every time he hears Hugo's hurtful words, his heart is still inevitably blocked.

Although Hugo was in a bad state in the crew of "Schindler's List", he was still able to control himself, and more often than not, he was in a state of struggle and chaos; But this time, Hugo is obviously showing some signs of losing control, the kind of appearance that does not belong to Hugo's personality at all - or the personality hidden in Hugo's heart is gradually becoming obvious, not only eroding Hugo, but also eroding other people around Hugo, and the associated influence is becoming more and more severe.

The problem is that they are not even on the set now, and the "Death Row Walk" is not even turned on. It's hard for Joseph to imagine what it would be like when it was actually turned on.

"Hugo, I didn't mean to point out your way of acting," Joseph tried to calm his mind, he needed to guide Hugo, and not go toe-to-toe with Hugo - it would only make Hugo more and more violent, "I'm just saying, you've just finished talking to Derek, you can take a break and go on ......"

"So, you're an expert?" Hugo interrupted Joseph, sneered softly, and then whispered to the two prison guards, "Are you going to let it go like this?" Not ready to get back to work? ”

The two guards looked at each other, and finally left the interview room, closing the door with their hands, blocking Joseph's view and leaving Hugo alone in the interview room.

Joseph looked at the slowly closed door, there was anger rolling in his chest, but he couldn't say anything, he wanted to confront Hugo, he also wanted to vent his anger, but he knew that Hugo didn't mean to, now Hugo is the most tormented moment, he can't lose his cool, he can't deal with Hugo. So, after hesitating and hesitating, he finally swallowed the anger that came to his mouth, and just clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it the iron railing.

With a "ping", Joseph's fist smashed together with the iron railing, he couldn't help frowning and grinning, and the reaction force made his fist immediately swollen, "Grass!" Hell Jesus Christ! Joseph scolded and complained, but he was still discouraged, and he raised his foot and kicked on the iron railing, trying to vent all the depression in his heart.

But he forgot that he was wearing cloth shoes today, not leather shoes. Joseph experienced first-hand what it means to "kick the iron plate".

Hank, who was standing on the side, walked over and patted Joseph on the shoulder with a pitiful face, "Dude, don't get along with yourself even if you get angry again." One sentence made Joseph almost have no internal injuries.

Only Hugo was left in the interview room, and the prison guards on the other side of the barbed wire took Derek away and had not returned, so now Hugo was the only one in the entire space, but he felt that there were countless voices in his ears that were noisy, and he had no way to hear the specific sentences, he only felt that he was standing in the middle of the traditional vegetable market, and the noise in all directions almost overwhelmed him, but he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and the sound kept echoing in his mind, making him feel that his brain was about to split.

Hugo grabbed his short hair fiercely, his fingertips could only catch a little bit of thin short hair, a little force, all the hair slipped through his fingers, this powerlessness made Hugo irritable, he just wanted to vent, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound.

Squeezing his head with both hands, so that his head clearly felt the powerful sense of oppression, the voice in his head calmed down a little, and Hugo stood in place gasping for breath, enjoying this moment of peace.

He knew what had just happened, everything was vivid in his mind, but he had no way to control it, he only felt that he was too irritable, and his feelings were like walking a tightrope, and he was on the verge of exploding at any moment. In the face of Derek, he lost control, which was expected; But in the face of Joseph, in the face of the prison guards, he also lost control, which was unexpected.

Hugo closed his eyes in chagrin and propped his head against the wall, all he felt was his brain boiling like a volcano erupting, and the magma that filled the sky made his eyes bloodshot; But his body was as cold as a corpse, he couldn't control his limbs, he couldn't feel his own blood, this feeling was really bad.

He didn't want this, he didn't want to be like this at all, he didn't want to be angry with Joseph and the prison guards, he didn't want his feelings to be completely out of control, he didn't want the darkness in his heart to swallow him, he hated this feeling, he felt that he was lost in the boundless sea, the darkness that was pouring in from all directions was swallowing him little by little, and the only starlight left around him was getting dimmer and dimmer, as if it was going to be destroyed in the darkness at any moment.

He hated it.

But the problem is that he has no way to control him, and he even has to let it go, because this is the ultimate purpose of his coming to the Angolan prison. But what's even more terrifying is that today he actually began to enjoy such a feeling, he began to enjoy it. This made him feel that he had obeyed the primordial nature of his heart. Yes, let him degenerate into a beast.

This realization made Hugo terrified. He was scared of himself.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...... Hugo kept admonishing himself, his eyes began to burn, his breathing began to become heavy, but he couldn't give up his efforts, he kept taking deep breaths, constantly calling himself, and whispering in his heart, "You can do it, you can do it, whether it's Amon Goss or Anonymous, you have done it, this time is no exception, you can control the beast in your heart, you can control your own feelings, you can control the strength and proportion of the performance in your hands, You can do it. ”

The sound of "clang" came, Hugo turned around like a frightened bird, looked over, and the door on the other side of the barbed wire opened again, and a prison guard walked out and asked with some hesitation, "Hugo, will the next interview continue?" Or, do you need to take a break? ”

Hugo wiped his hazy eyes vigorously, "No...... Be...... I mean, the next interview continues, and I don't need a break. Then Hugo lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palm, letting the warmth of his palm warm the sourness and pressure from his eyes little by little.

Raise your head and take a few deep breaths. Hugo finally returned to his usual appearance, although his heart is still heavy, and his heart is still dark, but at least now Hugo has regained his senses, and the key to control is back in his hands.

The next interviewer quickly brought in and sat down across from Hugo, who adjusted his pace and sat down calmly, "Good morning, I'm Hugo Lancaster." ”

Hugo spent five hours in the Angolan prison today, talking to four volunteers, but things are getting more and more difficult, because Hugo can clearly feel his capriciousness, but he can't control it, and his control is disappearing little by little. Obviously, his hands were extremely hard, but no matter how he gripped them, he couldn't catch anything, only a piece of air remained in the palm of his hand, and this sense of powerlessness made Hugo start to fall and sink continuously.

And he can't stop it, he can't stop it, and he doesn't want to stop it.

Leaving the interview room, Hugo looked at Joseph, who was trying to show normal, he knew that he owed Joseph an apology, but the "sorry" had reached his throat, but he couldn't say anything, and finally Hugo swallowed, just glanced at Joseph indifferently, and then walked forward quickly, and did not say a word to Joseph.

Joseph stood in place, a little stunned.