The already small space became even more cramped with a burst of squeezing.

The quality of the coffin was very good, it was not flattened, only cracked out for a while......

More and more yellow sand seeped in little by little through the cracks, and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to rely on my clothes.

The space became extremely hot, and Zhou Yang was sweating all over his body, but fortunately, there was not a lot of mineral water, so that he would not become dehydrated......

He was already visibly feeling a little breathless, and he was getting closer to the 12% tipping point.

The time on the phone is 19:30.

There is still a signal, but there is still no call to the outside world, as if it has become an ornament.

It's bad.

Vail. Smith lay motionless on the other side of the coffin, his heavy gasps revealing his fear and uneasiness, proving that he was alive, at least for now.

Zhou Yang did not give up, but continued to chisel next to the coffin with a knife, while chiseling, covering his nose and water with his clothes, and the regular sound continued to enter the coffin. Smith's ears.

After about a few seconds, Will. Smith's body shook slightly, and as if he thought of something, he stood up and picked up his phone.

With the camera of his phone shining on his face, he hesitated for a moment, and finally began to say his last words.

"If one day, I can see the light of day again......"

"I wish someone could bring this video to Matthew and Louie, they are my dearest children......"

"I've always been proud of you......"

"Ahem, ahem!"

He suddenly began to cough violently, and more and more sand seeped into the coffin, and there were puffs of dust. Smith felt that his throat was also full of mud and sand, and the thin oxygen made him unable to speak any longer, he gasped for air, but no matter how much he gasped, he pushed the coffin hard, but it became weaker and weaker.

"Smith, I need your help, you can help me reach out and take a picture for me......"

The light of the camera was not bright enough, and Zhou Yang chiseled out a small hole, which was just enough to stretch out a few fingers.

"Are we still alive?"

Vail. Smith turned on the strong light on his phone and asked the question.

"As long as the circuitry of the oxygen supply system inside and outside the coffin is restored, there is a chance to ......"

"I just heard something go over our heads......"

Vail. Smith said this.

No matter how powerful the internal oxygen supply system is, it must be connected to the above.

It was obvious that there had been a big explosion above, and it was run over by something not long after the big explosion, and it was a question of whether the oxygen supply system could be used or not.

After hearing this, Zhou Yang's face changed slightly, but then he still used a knife to chisel the direction of the circuit board one by one.

Vail. Smith gritted his teeth and finally used his mobile phone to illuminate the direction of Zhou Yang's chisel.

Dead......

Fear......

Repression......

All kinds of emotions swept over his heart, and time passed bit by bit, as if every second was consuming all kinds of time.

19:35.

Vail. Smith began to struggle to breathe, and he desperately opened his mouth as if he wanted to suck everything he could, even if his mouth was filled with dust.

He heard the sound of chiseling things start to slow down, and began to become a little irregular, Zhou Yang's body was very stiff, like a rusty machine, which would stop at any time.

19:45.

Vail. Smith's lungs twitched violently, he felt a feeling of pressure about to burst, and he didn't know when it started, a slight buzzing sound, he greedily breathed all the air, and his whole body fell silently.

However, he still stretched out his arm and let the light of his mobile phone shine on Zhou Yang's side.

He saw that Zhou Yang no longer chiseled the coffin wall.

But......

"God, you, you...... What are you doing! ”

His pupils shrank!

He was shocked, he saw that Zhou Yang suddenly stretched out his arm with a knife and stabbed his arm fiercely, and then, Yin Hong's blood flowed out of his arm.

After a brief bandage, he didn't say a word, and continued to chisel the wall as if he didn't hear a sound at all.

Vail. Smith's heart was shocked, and the shocking blood stained Zhou Yang's clothes, and the wound was hideous and terrifying.

19:51.

Vail. Smith's vision began to blur, the buzzing in his ears became more intense, and faintly, he seemed to hear strange sounds one after another.

He shook his head violently, but his thoughts became more and more confused, and he even felt hallucinations in front of him.

He opened his mouth more and more, but no matter how he opened his mouth, the oxygen he inhaled was completely insufficient!

He was extremely weak!

The whole person fell into a state of sometimes wake, sometimes hallucination, his toes hooked in uncontrollably, and his lungs seemed to explode.

He couldn't tell where he was.

"Smack!"

Vaguely, he heard a strange voice, and then, but he couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or a reality.

He couldn't hold his phone anymore, and his body hit the coffin lid desperately because of the lack of oxygen.

His hands twitched at first, then he spasmed wildly, his eyes widened, his fingers scratched the coffin lid over and over again, and his fingertips were pierced by wooden thorns, but he still didn't stop.

He had no pain.

The extent of his struggle went from being extremely violent at the beginning, to gradually flattening out, to instinctively resisting, and finally becoming gentle......

He finally lost consciousness, the endless darkness and dust engulfing his body, and even after fainting, he still had his mouth open.

19:55.

The camera is still working, shining on the corner, the Zhou Yang who has chiseled the coffin and touched the line with his feelings in the yellow sand.

Zhou Yang's face was pale, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, but he was still in the dark, shaking his arms over and over again......

19:58.

Under the camera, Zhou Yang finally lowered his head and lay in the sand all over, he was not like Will. Smith twitched, but clenched his fists, and the veins around his neck bulged.

Even desperately scratching the wound with his hands.

It's as if forcing yourself to stay awake.

7:59 p.m.

The photographic installation between the coffins and the coffins suddenly dimmed after recording this scene.

It's officially out of battery.

As the lights dimmed, the camera on the other side of Zhou Yang also flickered, and finally dimmed.

It's out of battery.

Only a few pre-strapped mobile phones are still diligently recording the scene in the coffin from all angles.

And, that one fell to the ground, Will. The mobile phone used by Smith for lighting, its light happened to shine on Zhou Yang's body......

Shined on Zhou Yang's blood and his rising and falling chest!

20:03.

Bursts of dust rose in the coffin, and then the dust grew bigger and bigger......

The oxygen supply equipment in the coffin's hidden area began to work slowly, and the faint sound of gusts of wind could be heard.

Blood stained Zhou Yang's whole body, Zhou Yang's body shook violently, his breathing rate became higher and higher, and his chest rose and fell more and more.

20:10.

In the video recording of the mobile phone, Zhou Yang desperately wanted to change the position, and on the other side, with the internal power supply battery connected, the camera that was originally off lit up again, and a new round of work began.

In the small space, the wheezing sound was heavy, but the feeling of suffocation was slowed down a lot.

Zhou Yang slowly got up, took a big sip of water, and then took the water to Will. Smith into Vale. Smith's mouth.

Vail. Smith coughed, woke up, and looked at himself in disbelief.

"I'm still ...... Ahem, ahem......"

Countless mud and sand in his throat, in his stomach, in his nose, he began to vomit incessantly, crying profusely......

After spitting up, he breathed the air greedily and felt like he was alive again.

"Praise God! Damn, you should be praised, Mr. Zhou Yang! ”

Vail. Smith looked around and cried with excitement.

Zhou Yang bandaged his hands, and when his emotions eased up, he watched the side of the coffin, more and more dust.

The crisis has not yet passed, because of the destruction of the coffin, sand and dust seeped in from all directions, and sooner or later the two of them will be buried......

"What should we do?" Vail. Smith looked at Zhou Yang, and at this moment, he ignited a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yang observed the sand seeping in from all directions, and was silent for a long time.

He once watched "Buried Alive", and even searched on the Internet for self-rescue methods after being buried alive, but it is obvious that none of these methods are applicable here.

In the end, Zhou Yang stared at the hole he had desperately chiseled, and after hesitating for a long time, he thought that there was no stone wall wrapped in that place, it should be all sand......

"Find a way to dig through here, Mr. Smith, and you can help me put the dirt on the other side...... I'll dig this hole wide, and we'll go out again!" ”

"Good!"

Maybe there's hope for life, Ville. Smith began to desperately block the infiltrating sand by all means, and on the other hand, he kept pushing the sand to the other side, trying not to block the mouth of the oxygen supply equipment.

Half an hour later.

Zhou Yang chiseled a big hole in the coffin, stretched out his hand, and was about to pull it out, but his originally hopeful expression began to stiffen.

There......

There was a large broken stone.

He pushed the stone hard in the yellow sand, but he didn't expect the stone to move.

Silent!

Endless silence.

Zhou Yang turned his head, sighed, and looked at Will. Smith, just as he was trying to say something......

"Boom!"

The earth shook again, the oxygen supply system was instantly disconnected, Zhou Yang picked up something like crazy and pressed it, but countless yellow sand still seeped in with a crazy attitude, no matter how they blocked it, they couldn't stop it......

In the end, he used his body to block the yellow sand that seeped in, which was slightly better.

But at this time, the living space is getting more and more squeezed, and the air is thinner again.

An air of desperation pervades this small space of less than three square meters......

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