Chapter 1933： Overwhelming

Truman fell into madness. He didn't know what was real or what was false. He didn't know whether he was fantasizing or discovering the truth. He didn't know who could trust and who couldn't. He didn't know the world he knew. Is it real? He doesn't even know if he is real...

Truman only felt that his head was about to explode. Meryl in front of him was his only life-saving straw. He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to rediscover himself lost in fantasy and reality. He grabbed it fiercely. At Meryl, she yelled frantically and desperately, "Tell me!"

This mere "Tell me" has already revealed the world of Trumen completely disintegrated, and the despair that burst out from the depths of his heart directly destroyed Trumen. The Truman in front of him was no longer a Truman, but a Truman who had fallen into the darkness, and he didn't even recognize himself.

The violent knock on the door made Truman like a frightened bird. He subconsciously caught Meryl and hid in the corner, as if a little bit of wind and grass could turn his life in the past thirty years into a plume of smoke. Truman's pupils trembled violently, and his rapid breathing and blank focus made him escape into the endless darkness.

But Meryl didn't feel Truman's fear, she just closed her eyes tightly and wept bitterly.

The door was opened. The first thing that appeared was a dozen beer, and the familiar voice, "True Men?" It was Ma Long.

Ma Long walked in and looked around, and saw Truman who picked up the knife and pointed at him. Truman's left hand was trembling slightly, and the multi-function knife made a slight collision. Meryl in Truman's arms had completely collapsed, her face full of tears was not only embarrassed, but also full of fear, as if she was an innocent resident held hostage by terrorists.

"Trumen?" Ma Long obviously didn't understand what was going on, and cast his gaze in shock and puzzlement.

Truman looked at Ma Long in front of him, and the only trust in his heart pulled him back to reality bit by bit.

Meryl broke free from Truman's **** and threw herself directly into Ma Long's arms, crying loudly, "Thank God, oh, thank God!"

Ma Long looked at Truman in front of him, his amber eyes dissipated little by little, and gradually turned into a black hole without any focal length and no focus. It seemed that the whole world was beginning to collapse, and it was raging in the wind. The fragments destroyed in the middle of the world came surging, and the despair made Truman just leaning against the corner of the wall, like a rag doll that had lost his soul.

Meryl's cries continued to circulate in her ears, "How can I continue to bear it! This is totally unprofessional!" Meryl was not only venting her anger, but also yelling at the show crew.

But Ma Long didn’t notice Meryl’s collapse at all. He just watched Truman, as if he was witnessing a grand firework with his own eyes. Truman’s vitality is the blossoms that disappeared in the night sky. The fireworks, the naked eye can see the dissipation of a soul. This made Ma Long completely stunned, his mouth opened slightly, and the worry and bitterness in his eyes made him completely lose his language ability.

Ma Long could only pat Meryl's back lightly, and unconsciously said painless comfort, "It will be fine, everything will be fine." However, his eyes were fixed on like a tattered rag doll. The Truman in the corner was heartbroken.

The whole crew was silent, and even the sound of breathing was caught in the sound of the wind and dissipated in the sky, as if time and space were frozen, solidifying this scene in amber and becoming eternal.

Peter Will only felt like a ball of cotton stuffed in his throat, watching Hugo’s slowly collapsed face on the monitor, as if slowing down four times the speed, it clearly played out in front of his eyes, that kind of heart. The process of fragmentation was displayed so clearly and delicately, and the turbulent despair swept through the mountains, making Peter unable to breathe at all. Especially when compared with Nicole who is standing next to him and yelling, the strong black irony is even more like a stormy sea-this is exactly the effect "Trumen's World" hopes to achieve. The performances of Nicole and Hugo are impressive. Absolutely.

It is hard to imagine that it is just such a picture, but it has such a powerful visual impact.

The **** cruelty is like a grand opening drama on stage, clearly shown to every audience. The program group in "Trumen's World" claimed to be a god. They arranged everything for Trumen, from life to friends to love. According to their own ideas, they gave Trumen a perfect life, but they ignored it. Truman is a person, a person with independent thinking, they are like playing with Barbie dolls, and they design Truman's life at will.

All of this seems to be explained by "destiny". Everyone has a destiny that he cannot escape. But at this moment, Truman's disintegrating expression surging all the darkness in his heart, the shock that penetrates into the soul makes any excuses. All have lost their color, as if witnessing Lucifer’s white wings gradually being dyed red with blood. Finally, the bright blood became more and more thicker, and gradually turned black, which made the scalp numb and even more soul-stirring. The trembling directly destroyed the audience's worldview without any hindrance. There is no way to get rid of the pain deeply imprinted on the soul.

This is a decisive twisting force. It was after this scene that the audience truly began to yearn for Truman to unlock the true face of the program group, and changed from an audience's perspective to Truman's perspective, just like Ma Long.

And this decisive scene, under the interpretation of Hugo, burst out with infinite power, Peter was actually a little unbearable, after struggling twice, after all, he did not hold it back and avoided his sight. He didn't dare to look at Hugo's eyes, because they would make him feel extremely small and cruel.

"Ka." Peter yelled softly. He just felt like he was fished out of the water. The sweat on his back completely soaked his shirt. The whole person fell directly on the back chair, breathing low, but he didn't. Any emotional reaction—because when the emotional tension reaches its extreme, his tears have completely dried up, and he doesn't even have the strength to be angry. The feeling that the whole body's strength has been emptied is really too bad.

Although Peter's voice was light, it broke the tight silence at the scene. Many staff members panicked and avoided their sights, secretly facing everyone and sorting out the embarrassment on their faces, even after the filming of the scene was over. , There was still no sound at the scene, only the sound of gently wiping tears, and the low squeaky sound made the scene even more depressing.

Alex stood in a daze, his brain completely turned into a blank sheet of paper. He once again felt the powerful acting aura, and he hardly needed any emotional substitution, any role preparation, or even any need for him. Any deliberate performance, under Hugo’s performance rhythm, all his emotions naturally burst out from the depths of his heart. The performance that is like flowing water made Alex really feel the truth of "acting burst" for the first time. Even he himself couldn't come back to his senses.

Nicole left Alex’s arms and looked back at Hugo in shock. Even though the performance was over, she still couldn’t get out of the rhythm of the movie, not only because her performance was too dedicated. , And because of the huge air pressure at the scene, her whole person entered the "Trumen's World". The trembling that echoed between herself and the characters made her soul tremble one after another, and she didn't even find herself. His hands were still trembling slightly, and his muscles could not be controlled at all.

Alex took a deep breath, and again, finally recovered himself, and then he saw Hugo who was completely relieved in front of him.

Hugo closed his eyes and sat down in the corner of the wall with a tired and fragile face. The handsome face was hidden under the shadow of the curtains, making it difficult to see, but it could be seen in the faint light and shadow. Hugo's sweating, the paleness after exhaustion made the blood of his cheeks almost disappear, and his slender eyelashes, like feathers, gently outlined his hard work at the moment.

"Hugo, are you okay?" Alex walked up anxiously, knelt down and asked worriedly.

Hugo didn't open his eyes, just raised his right hand and shook it gently, "It's okay, I'm okay." Although his voice was a little tired, it still sounded very stable. This made Alex a little settled, but he still squatted. Beside, his face was worried.

At this time, Samora walked over quickly and handed a cup of warm water, "Hugo." This time Hugo opened his eyes, took the warm water, and laughed softly, "At this time a piece of dark chocolate will meet It’s more helpful.” Samora really took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, which made Hugo laugh out loud Actually Hugo is okay, he will no longer fall into the "Seven Sects". "Sin" and "death prisoner walking" are in the state, but for him, the similarity between him and Truman has blurred the line of performance, so he is easy to enter the play, but after entering the play, it is often too easy. Too much investment, so that the spirit is overdrawn, the feeling is really indescribable.

After regaining his senses, Hugo still sat in the same place, quietly reminiscing about the scene just now. The ease of wandering between comedy and drama is becoming more and more handy. He is more and more comfortable with "Trumen's World". Have a brand new feeling again. Perhaps every member of Hollywood lives in his own "Trumen's world." This is a good thing and a bad thing, but not many people can wake up like Truman—even if they realize the truth, how many people are there. Dare to make the same choice as Truman?

"Hugo..." A voice interrupted Hugo's thoughts. He raised his head, and then saw Nicole standing in front of him. She showed a small smile and took the initiative to say, "The scene just now I think there are still some details that I am not sure about. The mentality of Meryl is obviously not that simple. I think my performance is still too rough. Can you make a good pair of scripts before shooting with me for the second time? "

Hugo couldn't help but was stunned, then smiled, "Of course, there is no problem."