Chapter 100

Matthew felt that all this was too ridiculous, even for Langley, it was too extraordinary, just like a fable. But that's Langley, isn't it? In the light of clouds and wind, it has the power to break the sky.

"The nails have been nailed, sir." Jose's slightly trembling voice interrupted Matthew's thoughts. He looked up and raised his chin slightly. "You continue to hit different positions with a hammer, pretending you're still driving nails."

Jose's hands trembled uncontrollably. It's one thing to embalm a corpse. It's another thing to confine a living person in a coffin. Is it over yet? He felt that his brain was not enough. "What... What do you mean?"

Matthew had to explain, "pretend to drive nails in other parts, and hammer them down, but you don't need to use real nails."

Although Matthew doesn't understand the reason why he did it, he knows his personality. Once he makes up his mind, no one can change it, no one. Therefore, he intends to lend a helping hand to help Lan Li create a more realistic atmosphere of "burying alive" and create an illusion that they really want to nail the coffin to death.

After he understood, he was a little relieved, so he picked up the hammer and began to knock again. But before long, he could hear the dull thumping sound from the coffin, which made Jose jump, and his legs could not help softening. Any time he heard the sound from the coffin, it was the rhythm of horror movies. But then he reflected that there was a big living man lying inside. It was strange that there was no movement.

But even so, the inner fear is still not reduced too much.

The movement in the coffin is getting bigger and bigger. The dull struggle and pain are isolated by the thick coffin, and only some movement can be heard vaguely. But it is this kind of suppressed almost weak resistance that makes people more and more frightened. It seems that we can really feel the despair buried alive, and every inch of the soul begins to suffer.

He felt that he was killing a living life with his own hands. Not only his hands were covered with blood, but he was watching cruelly. He could not help turning his head and looking at Matthew for help, and asked silently, "can we stop? Do you really want to continue? Are you sure he'll be ok? I think things are starting to get out of control, or, let's call it a day? "

The struggle in the coffin became more and more intense, and the dull sound of "Dong Dong" reverberated, hitting his chest like thunder. Jose could hardly bear it any longer, "please?" He could not help but finally spoke, the weak voice hidden infinite fear, as well as the bitter cry.

It's a pity that Jose didn't get any response. Matthew is still standing in the same place, straight and resolute.

Jos é could not stand still any longer. He went to the side and sat down. He was paralyzed on the chair. His face was pale and his hair was soaked with sweat. It was as if he had just been fished out of the water. He looked at the coffin in front of him with dull eyes. The struggle inside seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. Does that mean that

Don't think about it.

Matthew's stomach is tumbling. His nervous mood makes him feel like vomiting, but he has to cut off his endless imagination and tell himself that the only thing he needs to do is to believe in lanli, which is exactly what he is good at, isn't it?

When I was still in Cambridge University, in order to ensure the safety of students, no motor vehicles were allowed on campus. On a whim that afternoon, lanli rode his motorcycle and suddenly entered the campus. This scene scared everyone - not to mention other people. Even Matthew, who was sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle, was scared. Then the security guard rode his bicycle and chased and yelled at him. Lanli didn't plan to stop at all and ran all the way, There are more and more security guards behind. They are like a big dark cloud, like a tail that can't be thrown off. They fall behind the motorcycle tightly, disturbing the whole campus.

Later, Matthew thought that Lan Li and he could not escape punishment, and the Dean would be furious. But he didn't expect that Lan Li told the dean that he was ill and had a heart attack. He needed to go to the school hospital immediately to have a rest. In a hurry, he just rode a motorcycle into the campus. He knew that this was the next policy. He was just eager to save people and had to do it.

Matthew still remembers the innocent look on Langley's face and said, "once again, I'm deeply sorry. I hope the dean will allow me to repent in the church and punish me for going to the library to arrange books for a month, so as to warn you that even if you save people, you can't ride a motor vehicle through the campus. " The president stood opposite and was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Of course, there was himself. He was stunned on the spot, but he had to show his "heartache" with his acting skills. He felt that the Dean must have seen through him, but later the school doctor confirmed that he had arrhythmia and needed to rest. Even the Dean can only be dumb to eat Coptis.

In his mind, the dean's stunned appearance at that time appeared. Matthew didn't hold back, and his mouth rose slightly.

The passage of time is a kind of torture. Matthew watched everything, from the fierce struggle to the gradual recovery of exhaustion, to the hard fight of accumulating strength, and then to the despair. All of them were hidden in the small coffin, just like the accumulation of tons of gunpowder, which would burst at any time, Blow everything to pieces.

Matthew had to close his eyes and couldn't bear to continue to look. It was so cruel. Several times, he almost couldn't restrain his impulse to open the lid of the coffin and end all the pain. It's like witnessing the death of a rabbit. Instead of watching it struggle and not swallow its last breath, it's better to cut off the numbness and end its torment.

But he knows, he can't.

The passage of time began to become their torture. He was so, so was Jose, and so was the Martin family on the other end of the phone. Five hours later, they did not resist and went to the store to watch the live torture. But within 30 minutes, they ran away and refused to stay in this room.

Rodriguez couldn't bear to drop his eyes. "Matthew, let's end this absurd experience."

He arrived here three hours after the beginning of the experience and watched all this restlessly. He thought he would marvel, enjoy and think, because this is the real script "buried alive", and their reaction is the reaction expected from the audience after the film is released. But he can't keep looking.

"I don't care about this movie. Even with the original strength of Langley, he can definitely play the role well. We don't have to go on like this. Let's end this inhuman torture. " Rodriguez felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't imagine the current state of Langley. Such inhuman imprisonment is even more cruel than murder“ If Lan Li gets angry, it's my responsibility. I interrupted the experience. It's just a small budget independent film. He really doesn't have to work so hard. "

Even as a director, Rodriguez's patience has reached the extreme and is on the verge of collapse.

Matthew didn't answer immediately. The air was almost frozen, even the beating of his heart was slightly inaudible. He could hardly feel any movement in the coffin. He just imagined the potential possibility, and his blood immediately froze into ice. He can't think wildly, even a little bit.

Turning his head and looking at Rodriguez, sweating and guilty, Matthew smiles, "he's not for your movie."

Rodrigo can't help but be stunned. It's not for "burying" the film alive. What is it for?

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The sudden sound of the alarm broke the fear of suffocation in the room. Matthew stepped forward, only to find that he had been standing for too long, and his muscles were too stiff to coordinate. He had an unstable center of gravity and almost fell down, but he had no time to take care of himself. He just yelled at Jose, "open the coffin! Open it now The fierce momentum was like thunder, which made everyone come back in an instant.

A group of people swarmed in, and even the people in the office outside came in. Matthew had to stop them. "There are too many people, too many people! Four people are enough. " Four corners, four claw hammers, that's enough.

The crowd was in a hurry again. Four people came forward one after another and pulled out the nails in four corners. Jos é reached out and tried to open the lid of the coffin, but his finger touched the wood of the coffin, but he drew back like a hot hand. He didn't dare.

Matthew's thighs were completely numb, and his deep and shallow steps looked awkward. But he went forward in two or three steps, holding the lid tightly with both hands. After a pause, he lifted the lid in a hurry before he was overwhelmed by panic and fear.

Empty, empty. Lanli's deep and flexible eyes were only left with two empty holes, which absorbed all the light as if it were a black hole, devouring the vitality and hope.

The sweat is full of stains, the pale cheeks are not bloody, the hands have swollen up, the blood of the fingertips has dried up and solidified, the black T-shirt is completely wet, you can clearly see that the chest does not have any ups and downs, quiet like a midnight cemetery.

Fear firmly grasped Matthew's heart, and Jaime was about to crack, "lanli? Lanli! Jesus Christ! Lanli! Wake up, please, wake up The endless fear is like a free fall, unable to use any force, can only struggle, but only in vain.

"Drink." All of a sudden, Lan Li took a breath and sat up as if he were a vampire.