Chapter 106

The shooting of "buried alive" went very smoothly, even beyond imagination.

The whole crew's burden is concentrated on lanli, and other work is reduced to a minimum. The shooting progress of the crew depends entirely on the quality of lanli's performance. If he is in a bad state and keeps making mistakes in a play for several hours, the whole day's work will be in vain; If he is in excellent condition, he only needs to shoot a few times to meet the requirements, and even bring surprises, then shooting five to six scenes a day is no problem.

Fortunately, Langley is in excellent condition, even fiery.

In less than five days, the shooting progress has been pushed over two-thirds, far exceeding the expectation; In the next two days, the fastest and the slowest four days, it is estimated that the film will be successful. Even for an independent film with small cost, small space and small pattern, this is really incredible.

It's good news for the film crew who are short of funds. If the shooting time is more than two weeks, the existing funds will be used up. They have to stop shooting and seek additional investment. Once things go wrong, the work may be left here forever to pile dust; But now, the crew can complete the shooting within 10 days, and even leave more room for later release and publicity, which is undoubtedly great news.

With the smooth progress of shooting, the whole crew is in high-speed operation, and even the mercenaries are happy. For them, shooting smoothly and taking money to leave is undoubtedly the most pleasant experience of cooperation. They don't need their own extra work, and they don't need to deal with complicated personnel relations. They just need to watch the performance after completing their own work, Such easy work is rare in the current global economic crisis.

But lanli's personal state is getting worse and worse.

In his mind, the boundary between reality and illusion is more and more blurred, and his sleep quality plummets. Since the closed experience, he will be awakened by nightmares every night.

In the dream, he was buried under the desert. In the dilemma, he used his mobile phone to find various channels for help, but no one paid any attention to him. Everyone had a cold face, no facial features, no expression, no emotion. He replied coldly, "sorry, we can't do anything." so he was abandoned in the desert, waiting for death.

Otherwise, he dreamed that he was tied up in a deep pit, and the terrorists stood in the pit and laughed grimly, shouting his Persian language he did not understand, then took up the shovel and began to dispose of him. The earth was like a rainstorm falling down. He stared at his eyes and was splitting. Despair makes the blood cold and stiff.

After the shooting started, this situation became more and more frequent. Even in one night, he might wake up twice or three times. His sleep time and sleep quality were falling in the curve of jumping off the cliff. His dark circles were getting heavier and heavier, his eyes were covered with blood, and even his feet began to become light.

What's worse, once, after he woke up, he began to get confused. He didn't know whether he was Langley or Paul, and strongly suspected that he was Paul - only this time, he was saved successfully. After being saved, the memory of being buried alive in the desert still haunted him.

Although this situation only happened once, it still made Lan Li a little confused. Today, at lunch, he sat down and fell asleep. Then he woke up without warning and broke out in a cold sweat.

After one day's shooting, lanli returned to the hotel early to try to rest, but his eyelids were too heavy, but he couldn't sleep, his muscles were sore and tired, but his brain was very clear. In desperation, Lan Li can only take out the script and begin to read the content of tomorrow's shooting. Although the script of "buried alive" is not complicated and there are not many lines, hidden behind the words, the invisible content is the space for the actors to play.

Turning over and over, he fell asleep unconsciously. In his drowsy sleep, he always felt that something was disturbing him. He raised his hand and waved it, but found that it could not go away. It was like an annoying fly buzzing in his ears. He closed his eyes, touched it subconsciously, and then started with a piece of gravel. The feeling of stumbling was so real that he was startled. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His head hit the board hard. The sharp pain made him show his teeth and grin, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He scanned his eyes in a panic, Breathing stopped in a flash——

He was in the coffin. The sand was falling down. This was not the hotel room. This was the place where he was buried alive.

Dream, it's a dream. He's Langley hall. He's sleeping on the hotel bed. It's just a nightmare. He swallowed his saliva and warned himself, but all this was so true. The sound of sand falling down, the accumulation of gravel in his chest, the more heavy it was, the dull and hot air that was almost boiling, the flashing flashlight lights, and the shaking sound of mobile phones in his ears

Everything is too real, especially the pain from his head and arm, is becoming more and more obvious. He raised his hand and looked at it. Then he saw that the back of his hand was covered with blood. The mobile phone in his hand was shaking, and the memory came suddenly.

Just now, a bomb was dropped, the lid of the coffin was cracked, and then the sand fell like a rainstorm. His mobile phone lost its signal, and his communication was forced to be interrupted. His survival instinct broke out with incredible power. He tried to plug the crack with his shirt to prevent the sand from further venting, but the board finally broke, The sand is still falling to the ground, leaving him less and less time. If he doesn't go out again, he really has no chance.

Yes, he doesn't have much time left.

Seeing the shaking mobile phone in his hand, the light of hope suddenly ignited. The mobile phone that had just lost its signal finally rang again. He had to let the outside know that his situation had an accident, and the rescue speed had to be accelerated. It's his only life.

He immediately pressed the call button, without any hesitation, "hello? Who is there? " Raising the flashlight, the cream yellow light can clearly see the fine sand falling down, with a sense of desolation and magnificence, but he is not in the mood to pay attention at the moment. The voice revealed eagerness, as if grasping the last straw.

"Is that Paul Conroy?" At the other end of the phone, the voice was not slow, word by word. The deliberate clarity and slow articulation were unbearable. He had to directly interrupt the voice, "yes, I'm Paul. Who are you?" He had to raise his hand to pack his shirt more tightly because the sand was falling and it seemed to be getting worse.

"Paul, this is Alan Davenport." The voice on the other end of the phone is still clear, which makes people impatient. "I'm the HR Director of CRT company."

"Yes, I left you a message." He just wants to be faster, faster, the sand is still falling, the mobile phone is about to run out of power, not to mention the signal is not available.

"Yes, I also heard about it from Rebecca browning of the State Department. Can you tell me something about your current situation? "

The slow voice on the phone was really irritating, but he didn't have time to get angry now, because the speed of sand falling in front of him couldn't be full all the time. At the critical moment of life and death, he didn't have time to pay attention to each other. He just said irritably, "it's worse, there may be an explosion, and now the sand is leaking all the time, It'll be full in about half an hour. " The words were so flustered that he couldn't even organize his own language.

"OK, OK, slow down and try to be calm." He rolled his eyes, and he was about to die. The other party even told him to calm down, but when he was angry, he clenched his teeth and vented all his anger on his hand. His shirt was stuffed into the crack bit by bit, which made him see the hope and concentrate on the work of his left hand. He had no time to pay attention to the other party, Who did you talk to on the phone? "

The crack was finally closed and the sand stopped falling.

"Grass! Does that have a fuckin 'relationship? " Irritability surged up. He didn't hold back and scolded a rude word. But after all this struggle, he knew that anger couldn't help at the moment. So he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and tried to make his brain work again. "Er, robber, Dan Brenner of the hostage working group..."

"Well, Paul, I see. What about the media? I know your kidnapping video leaked, but did you tell anyone about it directly? "

The other person interrupts his words and asks directly, his brow can't help frowning - why does the other person want to know this, but the words still reply, "no, no, no, No

"OK, OK, OK, OK." The other party was obviously very satisfied with the answer, which made his eyebrows tangled again. But his eyes were always distracted by the cracks blocked by his shirt. He couldn't concentrate on thinking. He noticed something was wrong, but now it was a critical moment of life and death, and he didn't care about the details. "Continue to keep this state, We need to minimize the impact as much as possible. "

Anger suddenly broke through the shackles of the sense of crisis, he hit the fragile lid on his head with his left elbow, and roared angrily, "now the situation is that I'm in the damn coffin!" The sand began to fall again because of the violent vibration. "I think the range is small enough!" He used up the last bit of strength in his body, the fear of death, the suffocation of being buried alive, and the desire for survival. At this moment, he burst out to the extreme, "help me! Help me His pupils completely cracked, and he screamed, "what the hell are you doing now? How did you help me? Ah? Ah

Like a drowning man, he struggled regardless, but all his strength melted under the calm water. His body began to sink slowly, no matter how hard he struggled.

How he wished it was just a nightmare.