It's not a movie.

This is a documentary.

Even the most critical film critics can't find any fault with the actors' acting skills.

The sudden explosion made everyone's hearts tremble.

They stared at the screen.

I saw bursts of yellow sand seeping through the cracks of the coffin and flowing down the sky, flying all over the sky in the shaking lens.

There was no superfluous soundtrack, just louder and faster gasps.

They saw Ville. Smith stared, but his pupils turned gray.

His eyes, hair, and the corners of his mouth were filled with dust, but he seemed to be unconscious, as stiff and sluggish as a soulless puppet.

"Ville. Mr. Smith......

"Ville. Smith? ”

"Ville. Smith! You're alright, sober up! Mr. Smith......

“……”

In the looming camera lights, the audience sees a pair of hands appear on camera desperately pushing Will. Smith.

They heard Zhou Yang shouting anxiously in the camera, his voice became louder and louder, and he even shouted so loudly that he shook his eardrums, and finally smoked Will. Smith slapped him.

"Smack!"

This slap was pumped very hard, and the force of that slap could be felt through the screen.

However, on the screen, Ville. Smith didn't react.

He was still in a trance and dazed, his body was constantly shaking, but he was holding his head tightly, his mouth was uncontrollable, as if he instinctively gasped, and even inhaled a large cloud of sand and dust and rushed into his throat without realizing it......

The panic overflowed from the screen into the screening room, which made several film critics who were about to spray the movie suddenly entangled, and a heart was drawn into the movie, forgetting everything.

A chilling sensation oozing from the bone marrow crawled all over their bodies, leaving their arms covered with goosebumps.

The thin man who had just walked in from the outside subconsciously sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the big screen.

In just one clip, he was out of breath.

That's instinct.

The instinct to be wrapped in the sense of the picture to the extreme.

He seemed to go back to that year, when he happened to see a movie screen that he was afraid of heights, and his face turned pale with fright.

…………………………

"Mr. Zhou Yang, don't be kidding, it's not funny at all."

“……”

"Mr. Zhou Yang, you want to use this way to make me show the limit of escape, right? You can't fool me, I've seen your "Chainsaw", and I've seen every detail of that movie...... You're very good at creating a desperate situation for the actors and then getting them to show what you want...... I can keep shooting, I can keep shooting! ”

Dim picture.

Trembling shots.

Screen Revere. Smith's trembling voice was full of pleading, as if grasping at the last straw, desperately trying to confirm something.

But unfortunately, only Zhou Yang's silence responded to him.

Endless silence.

The repression accompanied Ville. Smith's voice permeated the entire screening room, infecting the hearts of every audience.

Some fans gritted their teeth, some fans were short of breath, and some fans clenched their fists, and their faces became extremely pale.

Everyone knows that the two people in the camera are not acting.

They were buried alive at a depth of three meters.

In the faint light of the screen, Zhou Yilin looked at Zhou Yang in disbelief.

He once thought that Zhou Yang was hype.

And now after watching the picture, he understands that Zhou Yang is not hype, but "buried alive" in the real sense.

It is impossible to shoot with such a lens in real shooting, let alone present this sense of realism so vividly.

Despite knowing Zhou Yang and Weil. Smith survived, but his heart was still beating faster.

There were bursts of intense sound and fan exclamations in the "Interstellar" screening room next door, but the "Struggle" screening room was excessively quiet.

A few staff members sneaked in and stood on the edge of the aisle looking at the picture on the big screen......

At first, they wanted to see how it was so quiet, if something was wrong with the movie or what's going on......

But when they came in, their eyes were uncontrollably attracted by the movie.

"First block the sand with clothes, the current air can probably last for more than two hours, if the sand seeps in too much, our space will become smaller and smaller...... Don't shout for help either, three meters down, you can't hear the sound at all......" In the picture, Zhou Yang's calm voice dispelled a bit of the depressing haze, and also made everyone's hearts gasp a lot.

They saw Zhou Yang covering his mouth and nose with his clothes, desperately chiseling the coffin lid.

As if encouraged by Zhou Yang's calm voice, Will, who was originally in the panic stage. Smith also began to follow Zhou Yang's example, and followed the coffin lid.

The regular sound of chiseling coffins, accompanied by heavier and heavier breathing, touched the nerves of fans.

In the faint photographic light, they saw the cracks!

Bigger and bigger coffin cracks!

They saw the sawdust coming out of the camera, and they saw a small cut in the wall of the coffin.

Chiseling, cutting, drilling!

Screen Revere. The more emotional Smith became, the faster he became.

And the audience off the screen also talked to Will. Smith's emotions were synchronized, and his breathing was getting faster and faster, and more and more rapid!

It was a hope, a hope that would escape.

They saw Ville. Smith carved out a hole around the fist!

However, the images that appeared on the screen immediately made their breath stagger, and they saw a granite slab that was too hard to chisel through no matter how hard they did.

They saw Ville. Smith grabbed his hair violently, yelling, swearing, angry, hysterically slammed his fists into the granite slab.

They saw that his fist was bloody, and the skin on the back of his hand was all torn, and it began to become a blur of flesh and blood, but it still did not stop, and it still smashed hard......

His emotions had completely collapsed at this moment.

The collapse was followed by endless despair as they saw Will. Smith lay motionless in the coffin, his increasingly heavy panting telling the audience in front of the screen that he was still alive.

However, his walking corpse-like body and godless pupils tell everyone that he has given up all struggle and is ready to die.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he began to say his last words.

…………………………

It's a desperate documentary!

Even if Ba Liming knew that Zhou Yang was still alive, his heart was still full of despair.

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

"Are we still alive?"

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

The only thing that made the extremely suppressed emotions in Ba Liming's heart a little better was that Zhou Yang still didn't give up, still trying to chisel all kinds of walls, and still looking for all kinds of possibilities for life.

His calm voice was like a flame in a dark world, flickering as if it would be extinguished at any moment, but at least it made the darkness no longer cold and fearful.

"We have succeeded in dismantling three terrorist groups ...... today"

"In this battle, Sergeant Bars showed bravery, but sadly, he died in the dense artillery fire of the terrorist group......"

"We will pay our highest respects to the memory of this great hero!"

"May God be with him!"

“……”

Ba Liming saw the camera switch to the movie.

Switch from the desperately claustrophobic underground to the ground.

On the ground, sand and dust were flying, gunpowder smoke was filled, and several old American soldiers were searching for something in the desert, and corpses were carried out.

The old American soldier led by him had a sad expression on his face.

Under the long shot, in the hazy sand and dust, military vehicles drove by, and the charred black earth was full of dead silence.

When the camera switches again.

"Click!"

Ba Liming heard the sound of stone slabs cracking in the footage, and the layers of broken layers of coffin walls......

Those military vehicles were run over from the top of the coffin!

When this sentence appeared in his heart, his whole body trembled.

More and more sand seeped into the coffin, and the camera became extremely blurry, and everyone could only see two blurry figures, and the sound of coughing.

When this ambiguity was a little better, they saw Ville. Smith clutched his throat and gasped for breath, his mouth full of mud and sand, but as if he couldn't feel it.

The sound of heavier and heavier breathing shook the ears of all the audience.

They saw Zhou Yang's body stiff, like a lifeless machine, constantly continuing to chisel the coffin......

They saw Ville. Smith's body was trembling, and the green tendons on his neck were bursting, but he was still holding the lamp, shining on Zhou Yang's constantly chiseling figure.

Time passed little by little.

They chiseled the cracks of the coffin more and more slowly, and chiseled more and more slowly, like a rusty machine.

In the end, they saw Zhou Yang's arm suddenly stop without warning, and then they saw Zhou Yang's head tilted to the side, as if he had lost his life due to lack of oxygen.

The audience couldn't breathe!

The film critics who were going to scold "Struggle" were even more stunned.

They saw Zhou Yang suddenly explode, stabbing his arm with a knife, and the shocking blood flow out of his arm, and they could even vaguely see Bai Sen's bones, and the wound was even more hideous and terrifying.

A burst of exclamations broke the silence of the entire screening room.

An Xiao, who was sitting next to Zhou Yang, suddenly covered his mouth, his tears were uncontrollable, and his heart was trembling.

He......

Unexpectedly......

Unexpectedly!

In order to keep himself sane, he did this......

"Knock"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the screen, Ville. Smith fell unconscious, and the screen light began to dim exceedingly......

Ba Liming looked at the figure in the dim light in shock.

Although it was bandaged, the entire coffin wall was vaguely filled with red blood donations......

Moreover, it has not stopped, it is flowing little by little.

"Line!"

"The wires are here, the resistors are ......"

"No multimeter ......"

Circuit Diagram ......

“……”

There was no light on the screen, but everyone could hear Zhou Yang muttering to himself, saying a lot of professional terms that only people majoring in electronic information can know.

They couldn't see what Zhou Yang was doing, they only knew that Zhou Yang's hand was stretched out of the coffin, desperately grasping the last chance to connect the wires.

Time passed bit by bit......

Zhou Yang's figure is moving more and more slowly, and the voice in his mouth is getting softer and softer......

Then, they saw Zhou Yang's body suddenly droop and disappear into the endless darkness.

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