Chapter 1408

Andrew couldn't stop at all, just like he was possessed. The devil's dance steps were wantonly crazy.

He only felt that he was imprisoned in a body, that is, the young man just lying on the bed, with white ward, white bed and white hospital uniform. Everything around him was white, and some figures could be seen, but they were faceless, walking back and forth like walking corpses.

He tried to struggle, he tried to run, he tried to fight.

But all is in vain, he was completely imprisoned in this body, exhausted all his strength and could not move a minute, even the voice has completely failed, he is roaring, he is shouting, his soul has been exhausted, but there is no voice in his throat.

As a result, he could only struggle harder.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang bang bang bang bang.

It seems that the irregular sound is a fight with the devil.

The harder you work, the more confused you are; The more struggling, the more bound.

The feeling of holding back his hands and feet is slowly devouring all his reason and emotion, which makes him more and more confused, just like a vicious circle that cannot be solved, falling into reincarnation again and again.

Until a pain burst out without warning or root cause.

As if the flame was burning, it bit by bit devoured his body, but could not distinguish the source. When the reaction came, his feet and hands had disappeared, and burned up in the blazing fire, just like... It was like being cremated in an incinerator after death.

He's still alive. He's still alive. He didn't want to die. He still wants to continue to fight, he still has a dream to come true, he has no intention to surrender, he does not admit defeat, he is not reconciled.

He tried to roar, but he could not make any sound. He could only struggle and resist, just like struggling to get rid of the invisible rope. Even now the pain was more and more turbulent, his strength was still more and more powerful. He bit his teeth, burst out unimaginable energy, and tried his best to resist.

The greater the force, the stronger the reaction.

The pain, like a tsunami, rose steadily, exploded twice and thrice, instantly engulfed his mind and soul, hit him with a quick, accurate and ferocious blow, leaving no chance to react and room for resistance. Then the flame completely engulfed his whole body, leaving only a faint sense to linger.

"Ah

At last, he made a sound, but it was a cry of pain. His hands suddenly loosened, and the drumstick fell to the ground. His palm became stiff because of the excessive force, and became a deformed state. His muscles and veins seemed to have been twisted and could not be straightened at all. From his fingertips, he could feel the pain of twitching.

Moth, finally embrace the candle, and then, just like this.

"Grass

He finally recovered his voice, but his body completely lost control, and he fell backward in embarrassment. Clumsily and stupidly, he fell into the gap between the corner of the wall and the chair in a strange posture, but the pain still did not disappear. It was more and more turbulent and obvious. It broke out continuously, and every inch of muscle was in pain.

"Lan Li! God, blue

Nathan was the first one to rush forward worried. Although the shooting is still going on, Langley has completely lost his focus, which also means that the shooting has to be interrupted and Nathan can go forward without any scruple.

Before Nathan could get close, Langley's voice burst out, "go away! Get the hell out of here! I told you all to get out of here

The roar of thunder abruptly made Nathan brake and stop; After that, a large group of other people rushed to catch up with Nathan, but at the same time, they finished braking. They surrounded Nathan in front and back, worried and confused, and cast their eyes. They became embarrassed in the crowd.

Langley closed his eyes tightly.

That sense of bondage disappeared again.

He knew that his state was not right, and the feeling of being possessed appeared again for a long time. But this time, he didn't lose control and couldn't extricate himself. Instead, he deliberately let go of control and allowed himself to immerse himself in the role. This is a kind of self inflicted evil?

His mind wanders between illusion and reality. He can distinguish between Langley and Andrew, but he is deliberately blurring the line. He knew that he was playing with fire, and that if he didn't pay attention to it, he might catch fire; But he also knows that he needs such a moment to return to the feeling of shooting "buried alive", not for performance, but for mentality.

The thrill and excitement of walking on high-altitude ropes are like... Taking drugs, adrenaline explodes in an all-round way, thrilling and exciting. Taking life as a risk, a little bit of miscarriage may break into pieces, but it still makes people want to give up.

More importantly, reason clearly knows that this "addiction" must be given up, or sooner or later it will ruin itself, but still can not stop.

"Ha..." exhaled a long breath, indulged in them, unable to extricate themselves, the kind of pleasure and excitement, the kind of wonderful and exciting, people can not help but start to aftertaste.

Pain, and happy.

This is the best portrayal of Langley now.

Breathe, breathe again.

"Give me some time." Lan Li didn't stand up, didn't move his limbs, still kept an awkward movement, leaned on the wall, said softly, then kept his eyes closed, slowly adjusted his breathing, the whole person gradually, gradually recovered, seemed to be reliving the whole process just now.

The whole crew was silent.

Lu Ni is indistinctly aware of the uneasiness. Lan Li's state is too strange. She always feels that something is wrong, but she can't tell why. Subconsciously, she thought she was thinking too much, but when she turned her head, she saw the worry and confusion in Paul and Ryan's eyes. They all had the same idea when their eyes met.

Ryan, who was in a fog, was the only one out of the three. He didn't understand the situation at all. He raised his chin, motioned to Lan Li, and frowned as if to ask: what's the matter with him?

Then he asked in a silent, mouth shaped way, "Heather cross."

Lanli at this moment reminds Ryan of the time after Heather's death. It's not the state, but the air field. The calm and surging air field seems to be brewing a storm; But the storm has been unable to come, and then step by step to the end of destruction.

Paul is also aware of this. His uneasy look reveals his inner uncertainty, but he is helpless; Turning his head, he and Rooney exchanged a look, vaguely seemed to figure out something, but in the end still can't be too sure.

At this time, a sense of powerlessness arose in their heart, because they were not Lan Li after all. They didn't know enough about Lan Li's performance methods and skills. They just stood by and couldn't help.

Damien's eyes began to shine. His excited and excited look became more and more intense and brighter. He liked this kind of dark temperament, which coincided with the overall temperament of "pop drummer". He released Andrew's dark side bit by bit, and had a sense of both seeing and escaping into Purgatory step by step. He was demonic and ghostly, It can't be more perfect.

"Damien, what should we do?"

There was a voice in his ear, and Damien subconsciously turned his head, and then saw the bitter smile on the show's face. Looking along the line of sight of the show, Damien saw the bloodstains on the tiacha and the jazz drum.

It's real blood, not props.

It's just a few bits and pieces. It's not the kind of bloody drama with extremely strong tension, but it's like the red plum blossom in the cold winter, blooming in the snow, bursting out with a strong visual impact. It's thrilling. The faint smell of blood in the air suddenly becomes real.

"This is a rental item. In this case, what should I do?" Drama is a headache.

Damien's eyes brightened. "That's good. That's good. Just keep it that way. " Aware of the surprise of the drama, Damien nodded in agreement. "That's it. Let me see what we need to add. Well... "

After meditating, Damien realized that the whole scene had just been completed in one go, capturing the lens from four different angles, and recording the performance of Langley completely. Now he had to watch the complete lens again, construct the editing and switching of the whole scene in his mind, and then further supplement the shooting of close-up lens.

What is certain is that Damien hopes to capture the close-up of the wound at the tiger's mouth. The more bloody and disgusting it is, the more effective it will be. He hopes to present this primitive and brutal sense of blood. Especially after watching the performance just now, his inspiration will burst out and he will have new inspiration for the whole play.

Damien can't wait to go to the monitor and watch the playback.

……

Lanli was still lying on the ground, and the pain was still breaking out. But gradually, gradually, he began to get used to it. The pain nerves seemed numb, and the tempestuous mood gradually calmed down. Involuntarily, the drumbeat of "whipping" came to mind again. He could not help thinking about how to practice and how to beat again.

To be possessed is to be possessed.

But Lan Li enjoyed it. His right finger began to tap the rhythm. The slight action involved the wound and caused another wave of pain. He didn't care. He just adjusted the action of his finger and began to hit again. It was like hitting Morse code, trying to figure out the drum.

That sense of bondage seems to have disappeared.