Chapter 108

"Do you understand what I said? Mr. Conroy. "

Silence, repressed silence; Cold, biting cold. In this way, he widened his eyes and said nothing. The halo of his eyes fainted little by little, as if all his life had been drained out.

It's not a dream.

It's over, it's all over, it's all over, it's all over the dream, it's all over his life.

Without the insurance money, Linda can't continue, and their house will become a heavy burden. Even if she doesn't want to, after the bank takes back the house, she can only take Sean back to her mother's home, and then gradually forget about his memory; After his death, his traces in the world will be gradually erased, and finally disappear completely, as if he never existed. Even his mother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease, doesn't remember him.

All is just a lie, a beautiful lie.

The White House said that Iraq was a threat. It was they who led the September 11 incident. So all the people in the country went into the war with righteous indignation, but they were stuck in this quagmire and could never leave. Who cares about the innocent soldiers on the battlefield? The company said that there is no danger in Iraq's work, and it can also earn super high pay. So he left home regardless, hoping to do something for Linda and Sean with his own hands. But he was trapped in this small box and quietly waited to die. What they only care about is how to avoid the payment of insurance money?

How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how sad.

But what's more sad is that he can't even burst out of anger now, only a sense of powerlessness, and the weight of Despair makes him gasp. He's alone now. Linda didn't answer the phone. Sean is at school. The White House rescuers don't show up. On the other end of the phone are the cold-blooded animals who want to finish their work quickly. There's no more. There's no more hope. There's no follow-up. That's the end.

"Mr. Conroy?" The other end of the phone called again, but he still didn't respond. "This is my conversation with Mr. Paul Conroy. I'm going to turn off the recorder."

He widened his eyes, but there was only a numbness in his dark brown eyes, as if there was no fluctuation. A drop of hot tears from the eyes down, can not have time to land, in the air evaporated clean. He didn't even have tears.

As Chu Jiashu, he died once; As Paul Conroy - or Langley hall, he can't tell whether Langley is a dream or Paul is a dream, but no matter who it is, it's the end of the day and he's going to die again.

Die again.

What about the fear of death? What about the desire to survive? What about the yearning for freedom? No, all of them are gone, all of them are cold cut off and put out, nothing, he can't even feel the pain, just lying here quietly, waiting for the arrival of death. The whole world turned into a gray, vast, majestic, but he did not even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.

How wonderful it is to quietly watch the world fall apart. Mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, outlines a shallow arc, it is a smile.

That piece of dead silence, let a person produce a kind of time into the illusion of static, the other end of the phone waiting for a long time, still did not wait for any response, it seems that even the sound of breathing disappeared, a sad rising slowly, he whispered, "I'm sorry." Without the previous business, the voice is slightly heavy, reverberating in the light of the secluded mobile phone, inexplicably adding a touch of sadness.

He cut off the phone, and then slowly put his arm down, staring at the piece of wood above his head. The flashlight on his chest flashed twice, and finally stabilized. A faint light seemed to be in danger under the pressure of darkness, and it was in danger of extinction at any time.

As he lay there, the sound of breathing was gradually disappearing, the ups and downs of his chest were gradually calming down, the radiance of the corners of his mouth returned to the original again, and the brilliance in his dark brown eyes slowly dissipated. There was no anger, no despair, no irony, nothing but calm, It seems that we can truly and clearly see the process of the faint vitality disappearing with the brilliance.

Whoa. The world is quiet again.

In a trance, he returned to the bed of his last life, a vast expanse of white, around which doctors and nurses could be seen running fast. Ding Yanan's tearful face was filled with despair and shock, which became more and more blurred in the turbulent crowd. All the noise around him began to disappear, and the world was dim bit by bit. He knew that there was no next time, and that was the end, the end of nothingness.

"... blue rite."

The empty voice came from the distant horizon, vague, reverberating in the endless darkness, unable to identify the location and content, as if it was just the whistling of the wind.

"... blue rite." The voice is still floating, empty echo appears thin and fragile. All of a sudden, the sound went beyond the vastness of the stars and burst out in my ears, "blue Li!"

A beam of light explodes in the depth of the pupil, and the dazzling light suddenly rushes into the eyes. The pain of tearing makes the body follow the instinct and close the eyes. The bright and almost hot light instantly disappears all the darkness. Even if the eyes are only closed, he can feel the boiling heat, but he still has no strength to touch it, Even the brain can't respond.

"Lan Li! God, what the hell is going on? Lanli! Blue

The anxious voice roared in his ears, like a huge force, pulling him up from the depths of the ocean. Suddenly, he got out of the water, and his long suffocated lungs suddenly sucked in a lot of air, "drink." He couldn't help but take a breath. His eyes opened again. His muscles were tight to the extreme, and even his eyes couldn't move. He just looked at the light source right above, which hurt his eyes.

"Lan Li? Answer me? Blue

"Hoo, hoo, Hoo..." he breathed heavily, and his soul finally returned to his body. He turned his head and looked at it blankly. The blurred focus tried to find a reference object in front of his eyes. All the figures in the distance lost their faces and wore the same mask; It's the same with the person close at hand, wearing a white mask without facial features. This made him at a loss, and his question mark couldn't be answered——

Who is he? Is this a dream or a reality? How on earth should he distinguish? Is he Paul or Langley, or is he just Chu Jiashu's dream? Was he buried alive? Was he rescued? Did he survive? Or is he filming? What's the matter with the hotel? What is dream and what is reality? What happened? What's the situation now?

"... where am I now?" Struggling, he finally raised a question.

Rodrigo looked at the blue Li in front of him, inexplicably, tears fell down. He knew he was in a mess, but he couldn't control himself. He wiped the hot tears on his cheek, "warehouse, we are in the warehouse now, here is the set." Rodriguez didn't know why Langley asked this question, but he did his best to answer it.

"Remember? We were filming, and then you... You fell asleep because you were so tired. After waking you up, we went back to filming. Are you ok now? If necessary, our work today can be suspended. You can go back and have a good rest. You don't have to worry about the cost of renting the warehouse. We are still quite well-off now... "

Rodriguez continued to talk, but lanli raised his hand to stop him. He turned his head and looked again. The faces in his eyes began to become clear gradually. With panic and shock, the eyes fell on his shoulders, just like... Just like he had just escaped from death.

"So, we were filming just now." Lanli's brain turns slowly, but he is still a little fuzzy. He was just called "lanli", which means, is this reality? But how can he tell? Do you want to look for the imbalance of falling like in "Inception"? Or find your own totem?

The confused mind converged, he looked up again, and then saw Rodriguez's eager look, the residual tears in his eyes reflected his pale and desperate face, "... Did the shooting of the scene go well just now?"

It's all unreal, and it's all too real. The boundary between illusion and reality is very vague. It seems that there is not much difference between this moment and the moment just now. But at least he is "alive" now. Even if he is hallucinating, he is still alive. He needs a little time to sort out his ideas.

Now, just think of him as Lan Li. Just think of him as just filming. Just think of him as a hotel watching the script. It's just a dream to fall asleep.

"Good." Rodriguez's words were a bit stumbling, and lanli's question caught him off guard - lanli was in such a bad state just now, and now he was asking about the shooting? This... This... Really makes Rodrigo not know how to deal with it. But to think about it a step back, Langley has given such a wonderful performance. If the camera doesn't faithfully record it, it's their sin, "perfect! I mean Rodriguez said quickly, "everything is OK, the lens angle is perfect, there is no need to make up.". Wonderful, really wonderful

In his mind, no actor could reach such a high level, not even Robert De Niro, not even Al Pacino, not even Marlon Brando. Although he said that he was ignorant, that his judgment was unfair, and that he was making a fuss, this is his idea. This performance just now is definitely worth going down in history!

"Good. That's a good thing. Right? Is that a good thing? " Lan Li's weak voice joked, and then began to cough violently.