Chapter 1407

I'm sorry.

The dull sound hidden under the skin made a deep gasp. The band aid was dyed dark red bit by bit, and then it loosened suddenly. The stinging pain began to tear open the wound slowly. Like the tide, it swarmed up in an instant, piled up on the chest and burst open unreasonably.

Andrew didn't give up.

His teeth were clenched and his brows were frowned. His muscles were tight to the extreme. It was like a full round bow. It seemed that if only a little more strength was added, it would be broken completely. The precarious trembling made his eyes gather together, and a terrible ferocity and determination burst out from the deep of his eyes, I really want to show the kind of madness that would rather be broken than broken.

But the tight muscles are making the beating completely out of control, not to mention 280 strokes, not to mention 140 strokes. It's a complete mess, no rules and no skills. It's just a layman's random beating, even the most basic sense of rhythm has disappeared.

Andrew still didn't give up.

He broke out a stubborn feeling that he didn't look back even when he hit the south wall. The red silk in his eyes outlined a violent and primitive bloody smell, which made people shudder.

He was beating, and he was still beating wildly until the pain broke out completely. The whole right hand was too stiff to be waved, just like a pear blossom needle in a rainstorm. Finally, his eyes closed tightly and took back his right hand. The deep pain made his jaw tremble slightly.

He didn't speak, just closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, slightly raised his head, let the drumstick leave the tiger mouth of his right hand, stagnated in mid air, as if waiting for the pain to slowly subside.

The whole practice room was silent. Everyone held their breath. They didn't even dare to move their fingers. They were afraid that a little movement might break the peace of the scene - or that they might detonate a mine and become the vent object of the madman.

In a dead silence, Rooney noticed Langley's right hand.

He is controlling, trying his best to endure. The muscles from the big arm to the shoulder have been strained to the extreme, and even the blue tendons can be seen protruding, as if the blood vessels may burst at any time; But even so, we can see that his fingertips are shaking slightly, and the extreme pain is slowly eating away his willpower.

I can't see the blood, because the blood is hidden under the band aid, but the piercing pain is exposed in the tense muscles. Even the bystanders can't help but frown and dare not look directly at it.

In full view, Andrew lowered his head and slowly tore open the band aid.

With the gentle movement, the pupils spread out little by little and burst out in an instant. The extreme pain surged in at this moment, and even the onlookers could not help showing their teeth, and could not help but be frightened and "hissing".

Damien is restless and eager to try. Some people can't bear it. On one impulse, he wants to step forward and grab the camera to shoot close-up. These pictures are too real and exciting, which coincides with the style of the whole movie. He can even depict the finished picture of the movie projected on the big screen in his brain, Every detail is so vivid.

But Damien still repressed the impulse.

Because he knows that the survival state of the mad devil is absolutely possible, for actors and directors. Missed scenes can be made up later, which is also the biggest advantage of the film; But the missing state, once broken, may never come back.

He needs to be calm.

In the professional part of making movies, Damien was always able to keep his cool. No matter how impatient, urgent or excited he is, he can still hold on.

Andrew tore open the band aid, his pupils had completely spread, and he could even hear the clucking of his teeth. But he still didn't flinch. Instead, he burst out a cold and excited frenzy deep in his eyes, which suddenly leaked out and disappeared, as if nothing had happened just now, It's just a spectator's illusion.

This flash of illusion, but people can not help but start to shiver. The picture of twin girls appearing in "flash" came to mind.

Andrew gently pursed the lip, a simple action revealed the taste of bloodthirsty, and then, he pulled out a band aid again, re attached to the wound; Another band aid is used to double protect the expanded wound. The whole tiger's mouth has been soaked with dark red sticky blood.

After the bandage, Andrew raised his head again and clenched the drumstick.

He needs to break through, he needs to control, he needs to relax.

But this is not an easy thing. I began to think of an Asian teenager with black hair and yellow skin, lying on the snow-white bed, so quietly.

In the blink of an eye, the boy seemed to be bound with white bandages, just like a mummy, unable to move; In another blink of an eye, the boy returned to his normal state, lying quietly, as if sleeping beauty was sleeping; Another blink, he opened his eyes, and then he entered the body of the boy.

He tried to sit up, but then found himself locked in the body. No matter how he struggled, his body didn't react at all. Even his fingers and toes were completely stiff. The only thing he could swing was his head. He reluctantly raised his heavy head, but he couldn't even see his toes.

Damn it! Damn it!

Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, repeatedly repeat the action of breathing - not deep breathing, just breathing, return to the normal rhythm of breathing, let your brain gradually calm down, then, those inexplicable pictures disappear, and return to the real world again.

The sight fell on the top of the sling.

Think back to bardy rich's performance, gently confirm the rhythm, relax the muscles as much as possible, and then... Hit again.

Sweat dripped down his nose, and hot sweat was hanging on his eyelashes. But he didn't care at all. He stared at Dang Cha with his eyes burning. He began to shake his wrist with low amplitude and high frequency. He touched Dang Cha with a drumstick, and the clear sound flowed out like Ding Dong spring water.

Wrist frequency is still rising rapidly.

But the stiff muscles didn't listen to me. With a little acceleration, the wrist and forearm began to shake, and the whole range began to increase uncontrollably. The feeling of distress and depression was like being imprisoned in the body of that teenager, and it became stronger and tighter, and the bondage was almost out of breath. If we didn't resist any more, He could be smothered alive.

That is to say, after using all the strength of the whole body, even if you struggle like a madman, your limbs and trunk are still unable to move, and you are depressed, angry, bored and sad. All the negative emotions are piled up together, and all erupt in the way of volcanic eruption, so that your soul begins to tremble slightly.

struggle. Get rid of, fight against.

Involuntarily, his stubbornness and paranoia began to drive all his muscles to resist. In order to break the shackles of his body and spirit, he waved his limbs like a madman and fought to the end regardless of everything. All the control, all the concentration and all the energy had become a mess and completely lost the rules.

That pair of eyes gradually become stiff, with a frightening look, locked in front of the hanging Cha, that share of life and death, never stop fierce, want to directly swallow the hanging Cha alive.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang."

The rhythm has been completely out of balance, there is no frame and no structure. If jazz is an elegant waltz, Andrew's performance now has evolved into a boxing match. He and the drum are no longer partners, but confrontation between the two sides. It is absolutely impossible to stop before winning or losing.

He didn't close his eyes. He didn't close his eyes all the time. He just widened his eyes. His strong murderous spirit rolled deep in his eyes, and his sharp anger flashed by. It was like a demon spreading his wings and casting a shadow. He completely wrapped Andrew in it. The arrogant paranoia of the evil spirit once again flashed by, and was drowned in the fierce wind and rain.

There is no rhythm. There is no melody. There are no rules. There is no rules.

Andrew is so blindly knocking on the hanging, even can't see a destination, that frenzied temperament rolling spread in the narrow space, every bystander's heart has contracted up, the heart came out with an impulse to escape, just want to stay away from the devil, lest his pace is a little slower, will die.

But what's more terrible is that their steps are nailed to the spot, they can't move, even their fingers and chest have been completely calm, there is no sound. This strange silence and tranquility, in the sound of that group of demonic dance, is more and more strange and terrifying.

"Card!"

Damien couldn't help it. He raised his voice and yelled, but then he found that the voice was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out at all. It was like the cry of a mosquito. It was completely submerged in the layers of sound waves. Before he had time to breathe, he was severely choked off, and then it went out in smoke.

Damien was in the same place, staring at Lan Li with a gaping stare

He didn't stop, he still didn't stop, that kind of fury burst out a kind of fierce and tragic moth, it seems to be clearly see that he is burning his life, blooming light.