Chapter 98

Darkness, endless darkness, just like being in the universe, the extreme darkness begins to devour light, hope and vitality. The touch of space is gradually lost. It seems to be stifling, and it seems to be boundless. Even time has lost its meaning. There is no difference between a second's pause and a century's long time.

Quiet, repressed to the extreme quiet, hold your breath, there is no sound in your ear, even the sound of air flow seems to disappear, all sounds are quiet, there is a slow flow of water sound, people can't help but open their eyes to listen carefully, trying to capture a ray of opportunity, but later they react, this is the sound of their own blood flow, just like an auditory hallucination, The boundary between reality and illusion began to disappear.

After exhausted, lanli began to look for every little bit of movement, and even the sound of fingertip and fingertip friction was amplified to the extreme.

Why is he here? Who the hell is he? Is he Langley, or Paul, or a wandering soul that doesn't exist at all? What is he doing now? What is he pursuing? Should he survive? How to survive? Is it better for him to give up directly? Anyway, he has already died once, and there is nothing terrible for him to die again? No, he should continue to live, because his wife Linda and son Sean are still waiting for him at home. He doesn't want to die. He is only 27 years old. Life has just begun. He doesn't want to die!

Cell phone, by the way, his cell phone!

The flame of hope began to burn faintly. He began to search his pocket for traces of mobile phones, but there was nothing in his pants pocket. What happened to his coat? What about the jacket? But today he is wearing a T-shirt, no coat at all. By the way, and the back pocket of the pants, no, still No.

"Bang! Bang bang The mood easily lost control and hit hard on the board. Slightly swollen fists came a burst of pain, but the muscle has almost numb, just carelessly hit down.

Why is he in such a dilemma? How on earth did he push himself into such a dilemma?

Iraq, yes, Iraq. The damn real estate bubble has made them lose everything. The bank account is only left... Seven hundred dollars, ha, hell, seven hundred dollars, he can't afford a steak, let alone mortgage.

Because of the financial crisis, he and Linda have been quarreling for nearly 13 months. All love, all sweetness and all happiness have become fragmented in the face of the survival crisis. Every day is suffering.

They used to have a good time, crazy love when they were in college, you and me when they were newly married. They built their happy home with their own hands bit by bit. But he was transferred to the bottom overnight, and the huge gap made both of them at a loss. He even lost his job, which made things worse.

He can't remember when the quarrel started. At the beginning, it may be just some small things. They didn't put the milk in the refrigerator after drinking, left the kitchen and forgot to turn off the light, left the shopping basket in the garage and forgot to bring it in... But later, the quarrel began to lose control, and they began to curse each other, blame each other and hate each other, It's like we don't know each other.

Their lives have fallen apart. Iraq is his only choice. If he refuses, the bank will take away their house by the end of next summer at the latest. He and Linda build their home. He doesn't have much choice, does he?

What's more, at that time, Iraq was not a bad choice. As a non combatant, Iraq would not take the initiative to attack. Once there was an accident, not only the company would pay for it, but also the government would not stand by. He even joked with Linda at that time, "otherwise I would die there, In this way, our house loan will have a way out. "

Stupidity, stupidity!

Has he never thought about the dangers of Iraq? No, he thought about it, but he selectively ignored it! He never learned a lesson.

He wanted to go home, he just wanted to go home now, he missed Linda's smile, he missed Sean's naughty, God, he even missed the cold stiff winter in Hastings. But now I'm trapped in this small box, which can't even stretch my hands and feet. Then I quietly wait for death, for the oxygen to be consumed, and then I cruelly cut off all life.

How ridiculous, isn't it? What's more ridiculous is that he has no strength to cry now. He just wants to laugh. The corner of his mouth rises slightly, and then droops powerlessly. Despair began to gnaw at his heart.

He is really a coward, a coward who is afraid of death. He doesn't even have a decent fight to survive, so he's caught. Without waiting for the shooting in Iraq or the devouring of nature, he just gives up lying here waiting to die. He's a shame and a joke. He wants to challenge his acting skills? He still wants to realize his dream? He also wants to be a great actor? This is the most ridiculous joke in the 21st century.

Elizabeth and George are right. He doesn't have any talent, and he doesn't have any talent. His dream of acting is just an illusory wishful thinking. He dreams of shaking the audience with his performance like those top actors, and he dreams of making his own way in acting like those artists, Dream of a place like those famous names, but all this is just the pride and paranoia in the heart, just the last life unwilling and angry.

He is a mediocre without any acting talent, even "hurt Zhong Yong" is not, because Zhong Yong at least once brilliant, like a meteor in general, but he is a mediocre ordinary man. It is the same in the last life, and it is the same in this life. Even if he is reborn, he is still a failure.

He is like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology. He is tireless in trying to push the huge stone to the top of the mountain, but because the huge stone is too heavy, he often rolls down the mountain before he reaches the top. Therefore, he repeatedly and endlessly sat on this matter, and his life was slowly exhausted in such an invalid and hopeless work.

This is the punishment of the gods.

He thinks that he is chasing his dream and pushing the boulder. Once he succeeds, he will be brilliant and deny the gods. Every day's struggle is so full and exciting. But in fact, it's just a stupid repetition. He is still unwilling to give up and still can't break the shackles, In the end, he spent his whole life on the steep slope which could never be realized.

This is the source of his belief, but also the source of his misery.

So, should he give up? Or is he giving up now? He gave up his dream, but also gave up the struggle, two generations, after all, the same outcome - quietly lying here to die, nothing to do, or nothing to do?

No, he won't give up! He refused to surrender! No matter what the result is, even if he dies again in the end, he will fight to the end. He will not admit his life, let alone give up.

Calm down. He has to calm down.

He doesn't have any tools now, he can only rely on his own hands - yes, and his feet. There is a flash in his mind. Today, he is wearing sports shoes with laces on them. If he finds a gap and sticks out the laces, can he send out a distress signal? Maybe too weak, too humble, but at least a glimmer of hope!

As a result, he began to calm down and pay close attention. All his confused thoughts were left out. He slowly felt on the wall with his hands, trying to find the joint between the coffin and the lid. The touch in the darkness and tranquility began to become sensitive, as if he could clearly feel every touch of silk, just like a poisonous snake walking slowly in the mud, Touch every inch of land with your body, and then wait for the chance of a fatal blow.

eureka!

Fingertips touched the tiny invisible gap, he quickly put the extra cloth around him into the gap, made a mark, and then began to take off his shoes.

After taking off his right shoe, he realized that the whole person was confined in a limited space, and he couldn't reach the bottom of his foot at all. What a brain short circuit! OK, and the left foot.

He raised his left foot in parallel, then grasped his trousers with both hands and tried to pull them up. But before he could touch his fingertips, his knee hit the wall. There was at least half a palm between his hands and the fingertips of his feet - he could not be sure in the dark, so he had to rely on his instinct to explore.

Clenching his teeth, he began to reach down, his shoulder against the wall, and his head against the wall. Wave after wave of pain surged in the limit of suffocation, but he was full of unknown. His right hand tried to explore, a little bit, a little bit, and a little bit more. The blood vessels almost burst, and his whole body muscles were tight to the extreme... Enough, Finally, his right hand grasped the trouser leg of his left foot, and then pulled it up bit by bit. His neck and knee were about to break. It seemed that if he had a little more strength, he would directly break his throat and die. Every cell in his body was groaning in pain, but he still didn't give up and continued to insist.

Heel, shoes, ankles... Fingertips stretch to the extreme, almost cramps, simply unable to exert force, can only rely on weak strength and foot cooperation, trying to take off the shoes at the same time, will not be self defeating to lose the shoes.

"Hoo", I finally took off my shoes and hooked them with my fingertips! But at this time, the index finger has been twisted because of cramps, and it can't stretch straight at all, showing a strange angle. He doesn't care, doesn't care at all. He took it up with his shoes, quickly removed the laces, and then quickly found the gap that had just been marked.

He needs to open the gap a little bit, open it a little bit, so that the laces can be plugged out!

The eyes full of red silk are shining in the dark. They lose their sense completely. They are full of fierce murderous spirit and fall into madness.