Chapter 97

Langley closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing. In fact, he is worried that the environmental simulation and mental state speculation are not in place, that there is no real sense of crisis, and that he can not achieve the original purpose. If he is too stable and boring, he will just go to sleep, and that will be nonsense.

But as the coffin was covered, the pressure of being close to him came. Even though it was dark and there was no light, he could clearly feel that the weight of the heavy wood was above his nose, and the whole living space was compressed to the extreme, as if even the air began to become thinner, That kind of invisible bondage makes people feel anxious.

It's not the hotel's fluffy beds, it's not the cramped bathroom of a Paris apartment.

Lanli tried to adjust his posture, but before he could unfold his hands, he bumped into the board with a bang. Through the thick cotton, there was a faint pain in his elbow, and he raised his leg reflexively. As a result, his knee hit the board hard - he didn't even know why he raised his leg, But the ubiquitous sense of narrowness is really passed on, it seems that even turning over can not be done.

"Bang bang", the steady rhythm came from the top of his head, and the whole coffin could feel a slight vibration. Lanli knew that it was the sound of them hammering nails. He carefully raised his fist and punched the board above him - his forearm couldn't be extended at all, so he could only exert a small amount of force, "ha ha, don't screw too hard, I still want to go out. "

Lan Li made a little joke easily, but before the sound could be heard, he hit the board and hit it hard. It was buzzing on the eardrum. Suddenly, his eyebrows wrinkled, just like the ultrasound of a bat. The space that the sound could explore was shrinking rapidly.

Uneasiness began to breed irresistibly.

Langley took a deep breath, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and told himself secretly that his plan was working, which was the effect he expected. He began to try to concentrate, ignore the interference of surrounding factors, and really enter Paul Conroy's world.

He's Paul. He wants to continue to live. He wants to go back to his wife. He wants to go back to his children. He doesn't want to be buried alive. The fear of death chokes his heart. He has to struggle. He has to fight. He has to survive. He's Paul Conroy! He is now abandoned in the middle of the desert, buried alive, and no one even knows his existence——

There was a flash of light in his mind, and he was buried alive.

All of a sudden, the sound of nailing came from my ear. It was like thunder. It broke beside my eardrum. My mind was interrupted for a moment. I felt that they were starting to seal the box. As he asked, they nailed the coffin to death to make sure that he couldn't escape.

First on the left side of the head, and then on the right side of the head, the whole coffin was shaking, causing brain pain, followed by the left side of the foot and the right side of the foot.

Finally, it was over. Lan Li let out a breath, but then the sound came again. This time, it was the palm of his left hand. This is not what he asked for. He just asked for nails in four corners. Why are they still going on? Things seem more and more strange, and then the palm of the right hand, and then the left arm, the right arm, the left leg, the right leg... As if endless, we are going to nail every direction.

Is he in the funeral service or in the middle of the desert; Is he in Barcelona or Iraq; Is he Langley or Paul.

Under the conscious traction of the brain, his mind began to fall into chaos, and the boundary between reality and illusion gradually blurred, which made him panic.

Don't panic, don't panic! If this is the reality, then Matthew is outside and everything will be OK; If this is illusory, then, as long as the dream wakes up, things will return to the original state. So he doesn't have to worry, does he?

"Bang bang", the sound of nailing is endless. It seems that there is no end. Now it's starting to nail in the direction of the top of the head. Didn't it have been nailed there just now?

Lan Li couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the direction of the top of his head, but... It was dark, except darkness. He tried to raise his hand to touch the wall, but his elbow hit the wall again, "f...!" He clenched his teeth and touched it with his fingertips, but it was just the cold touch of a piece of silk, and there was nothing else.

Little by little, the panic spread, not turbulent, as if dripping wears away the stone. The tension not only did not decrease, but also increased slowly. Lanli felt that the air seemed to be warming up, and his forehead and palms began to sweat. It was the wet feeling that made him dry, and the indescribable tension began to stretch out his tentacles.

On the one hand, he told himself that he had to get involved in Paul's role; On the other hand, he couldn't help thinking - he just asked to drive nails in four corners, but why did he drive so many now? It sounds like more than ten. Is there an accident?

He raised his hand again and knocked on the coffin. "Matthew?" Blue Li raised his voice and yelled. His voice fell down again without any response. "Matthew?" Langley raised his voice and called out, "Charles? Charles Langley yelled at the top of his voice and waited for a response, but... He was still disappointed. The whole world was silent. The darkness surrounded him like a tide. The suffocating feeling of drowning began to choke his throat, "Matthew Charles Dunlop!" Lan Li clenched his teeth and gave an ultimatum.

All sounds are quiet.

Ears can only hear their own breathing, hot breathing began to become rapid up. Is something wrong? When the shopkeeper saw the money, he subdued Matthew and wanted to smother him alive? He's signed the waiver anyway, isn't he? Or is there any other accident, such as an earthquake or a fire, and you have to leave the scene, so there is no response for the moment?

Or... Or maybe he's really trapped in the middle of the desert, and Iraqi fighters hijacked him and threw him in a coffin and buried him alive in the desert. Now he had only himself left, and even God could not help him, waiting to die alone in the vast desert.

The sound of heart pounding is getting louder and louder. It seems that he can tear his chest at any time and burst it directly. Panic rises from the sole of his feet to his head. His scalp begins to feel numb and shortness of breath can't help. The sweat of beans keeps falling down. His back has been soaked. He wants to turn sideways. He doesn't want his shoulder to hit the wall. He doesn't even feel pain, The tense muscles didn't respond at all.

No, he's not going to wait to die. He won't wait to die quietly.

He began to hit the board with his shoulder, once and again, but his whole body was lying down, his hands and feet were bound in the limited space, and there was no way to exert his strength. Even if he hit it, it looked like an ant shaking a tree, and there was not much power at all.

But he still didn't give up, clenched his teeth, hit again, and the whole coffin shook slightly. The slightest hope ignited all the power in his heart and tightened his muscles. After the whole person curled up to the extreme, his knees and tailbone had already supported the wall, and then simulated the spring, released all the strength, hit the board with his shoulder, but too much force, For a time, he couldn't control it. The back of his head collided directly. The piercing pain made him clench his teeth.

Anger could not be contained and began to emerge from the bottom of my heart. My hands beat hard on the board close to my head. After all, the rude words could no longer resist, "grass! Grass! Grass All hands and feet, frantically hit, struggling, "anyone? One man! I'm trapped in it! Is anybody there! Is anyone there? "

The whole person is like a volcano, erupting continuously, but his struggle is so insignificant. Before his arms stretch out, he bumps into the wall, before his feet stretch out, he bumps into the wall, and before his muscles exert force, he bumps into the wall. The narrow space almost presses all his explosive force under the water, I couldn't find a focal point or a motive force, so I was stuck in half.

The feeling of holding back and bending burns up and explodes irresistibly. All reason and calmness are burned away, but he is struggling selflessly. At this time, even if Jesus himself appears in front of him, he can tear him into countless pieces with his bare hands.

"Huhh, Huhh..." after exhaustion, the rapid breathing began to surge to the chest. After a burst of tightness, the brain felt faint pain. It seemed that there was not much oxygen in the hot air. Without warning, it began to nausea, "vomit." The sound of retching searched everything in my stomach, and the strong tea I drank in the morning vomited directly.

Instinctively, he turned his head and let the vomit vomit to the side, but he still slowed down half a step. Part of the liquid flowed down his chin and into his neck. The warm and sticky touch didn't help at all. His stomach became more turbulent, as if he had to roll out half of last night's dinner.

How embarrassed, how embarrassed, how desperate.

He clenched his fist and smashed it against the wall, just to vent his anger. As if he didn't feel any pain at all, his teeth almost broke, "ah He yelled endlessly until the vocal cords began to ache and drained the last bit of strength in his body. He lay down in a weak state and finally gave up all his struggle and anger, just like a corpse lying in the same place.