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

The burden of the entire crew is concentrated on Lan Li, and other tasks have been streamlined to a minimum. The shooting progress of the crew depends entirely on the quality of Lan Li’s performance. If he is in a bad state and makes continuous mistakes in a scene, one card is A few hours, then a whole day's work will be lost; if he is in excellent condition, only a few simple shots can meet the requirements, and even bring surprises, then there is no problem shooting five to six acts a day.

　　 Fortunately, Lan Li is in excellent condition, even hot.

In less than five days, the shooting progress has been pushed by two-thirds, far exceeding expectations; the next two days is the fastest, and the slowest is four days. It is estimated that the film will be completed smoothly, even for one For an independent film with a small cost, a small space, and a small format, this is also incredible.

This is great news for crews who are struggling with funds. If the filming time exceeds two weeks, the existing funds will be consumed. They have to interrupt the filming and seek additional investment. Once things don’t go well, the work may be shelved forever. There is dust here; but now, the crew can complete the filming within ten days and even leave more room for later release and publicity. This is undoubtedly great news.

The filming work went smoothly, and the entire crew was in high-speed operation. Even the mercenaries were happy. For them, the shooting went smoothly and the money was gone. This was undoubtedly the most pleasant experience of cooperation. No need. I don’t need to deal with complicated personnel relations for my extra work. As long as I finish my job and watch the performance next to me, such a relaxed job is rare in the current global economic crisis.

　　 But Lan Li's personal state is getting worse and worse.

　　 The boundary between reality and illusion in his mind is getting blurred. His sleep quality has plummeted. Since the confinement experience, he will be awakened by nightmares every night.

In his dream, he was buried under the desert. In a difficult situation, he used his mobile phone to find various channels for help, but no one paid any attention. Everyone had a cold face, no facial features, no expressions, no emotions, and they responded coldly and uniformly. "Sorry, there is nothing we can do." He was left in the desert and waited to die silently.

Otherwise, I dreamed that I was **** by the big five flowers and thrown into a deep pit. The terrorists stood by the side of the pit and grinned, shouting the Persian language he didn’t understand, and then picked up the shovel and started to deal with him. The soil was like a rainstorm. When he came down, his eyes widened and cracked, but the strength of his whole body couldn't be used at all, so he could only watch him being buried alive, despair making his blood cold and stiff.

After the filming started, this situation became more and more frequent, and he might even be awakened twice or three times a night. His sleep time and quality of sleep were falling in a cliff-climbing curve. His dark circles became heavier and his eyeballs were getting heavier. Covered with bloodshot eyes, even the footsteps began to light up.

To make matters worse, once, after waking up from the nightmare, he became confused. He couldn't tell whether he was Renly or Paul. He strongly suspected that he was Paul. Only this time, he was saved successfully, and after being saved. , The memory buried alive in the desert still haunted him firmly.

　　Although this situation only occurred once, it still made Lan Li a little dazed. At lunch today, he sat and fell asleep, and then woke up without warning, in a cold sweat.

　　 After finishing the day of shooting, Lan Li 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 so clear. In desperation, Lan Li could only take out the script and start to read the content of tomorrow's filming. Although the "buried alive" script is not complicated and there are not many lines, it is hidden behind the text and the invisible content is the actor. Where to play.

Turning around, he fell asleep without knowing it. In the drowsy sleep, he always felt that something was harassing and annoying. He raised his hand and waved, but found that he couldn't get rid of it at all, as if Annoying flies, buzzing in my ears. He closed his eyes and touched it subconsciously. Then he started with a piece of gravel. The stumbling feel was so real that he was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. The whole person sat up and his head was fierce. The ground hit the board, and the sharp pain made him grin, but he didn't have time to pay attention. He glanced in a panic, his breathing stopped in an instant——

　　 He was in the coffin, and the sand was falling continuously. This is not a hotel room, this is the place where he was buried alive.

　　Dreamland, this is a dreamland. He is Lanly-Hall. He is sleeping on the bed of the hotel at the moment. This is just a nightmare. He swallowed his saliva and warned himself, but all this is so real, the sound of sand falling down continuously, the accumulation of gravel on his chest also becomes heavier, dull and hot enough to almost boil the air, flashlights flickering and dimming. The lights, and the vibration of the mobile phone that sounded like thunder in the ear...

Everything is too real, especially the pain from the head and arms, which is becoming more and more obvious. He raised his hand and looked at it, and then he saw that the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the phone in his hand was nourishing It shook violently, and the memory surged in an instant.

A bomb was dropped just now, the lid of the coffin was shattered, and then the sand fell like a rainstorm. The mobile phone lost the signal, and his call was forcibly interrupted. The survival instinct/instinct under desperate circumstances broke out. With incredible power, he tried to plug the crack with his shirt to prevent the sand from further venting, but the plank still broke after all, and the sand was sparsely falling to the ground or continued to fall, leaving him less and less time. If he doesn't go out again, he really won't have a chance.

　　 Yes, he doesn't have much time left.

　　 Seeing the mobile phone vibrating in his hand, the light of hope was suddenly ignited, and the mobile phone that had lost the signal finally rang again. He must let the outside know that there was an accident in his situation and the rescue speed must be accelerated. This is his only life.

He immediately pressed the call button without any hesitation, "Hello? Who is there?" Lifting the flashlight, the creamy yellow light can clearly see the fine sand falling down, which is actually kind of sad and beautiful. A sense of grandeur, but he didn't have the mood to bother at the moment. Anxiousness was revealed in the voice, as if grasping the last straw.

"Is that Paul Conroy?" The voice on the other end of the phone was not hurried or slow, and the words were so slow that the deliberately clear words were so slow that it was unbearable. He had to interrupt the voice directly. "Yes, yes, I'm Paul, who are you?" He had to raise his hand to tuck his shirt tighter, because the sand was still falling and the situation seemed to be getting worse.

　　 "Paul, this is Alan Davenport." The voice on the other end of the phone is still clear, making people feel impatient, "I'm the personnel director of CRT."

　　 "Yes, I left a message for you." He only hoped that the speed would be faster, and faster, the sand was still falling, and the phone was about to run out of power, not to mention that the signal was sometimes lost.

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

The slow voice on the phone is really annoying, but he has no time to get angry now, because the speed of the sand falling in front of him has not been able to reach the full speed, and he has no time to pay attention to the other party, he just said irritably, "Worse, there may have been an explosion. Now the sand has been leaking down, and it will fill up in about half an hour." The words were so flustered that he couldn't even organize his own language.

"Okay, okay, speak slowly, try to calm down as much as possible." He rolled his eyes and he was about to die. The other party actually asked him to calm down, but the moment he was angry, he gritted his teeth abruptly and vented all his anger. The shirt got stuck in the crack bit by bit, which made him see hope. He concentrated on the work of his left hand and didn’t have time to pay attention to the other person. “I’m here to ask you, who did you talk to on the phone? ?"

　　 The crack was finally blocked, and the sand finally stopped falling.

"Grass! Does he/mother have anything to do with it?" The irritability surged up, he did not hold back, and cursed a swear word, but after all these struggles, he also knew that anger could not help at this moment, so Take a deep breath, force yourself to calm down, and try to make your brain work again~lightnovelpub.net~ Uh, robber, Dan Brenner of the Hostage Working Group..."

　　 "Okay, Paul, I see, what about the media? I know your kidnapping video was leaked, but have you talked about it directly to anyone?"

　　 The other party interrupted his words and asked straightforwardly. He couldn't help but frown-why the other party wanted to know this, but the words still answered, "No, no, no, no."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." The other party was obviously very satisfied with the answer, which made his brows tangled again, but his eyes were always distracted by the crack in the shirt. He didn't. By focusing on thinking, he noticed something was wrong, but now it is a matter of life and death. He can no longer pay attention to the delicate and peripheral things. "Continue to maintain this state, we need to try our best to control the impact to the minimum range."

The anger broke through the shackles of the sense of crisis in an instant. He slammed the fragile lid on his head with his left elbow, and yelled angrily, "The current situation is that I am in his/mother's coffin!" The sand began to fall again due to the violent vibration, "I think the range is small enough!" He exhausted the last trace of power in his body, the fear of death, the stubbornness of being buried alive, and the desire to survive, burst out at this moment. Extremely, "Save me! Save me!" His pupils completely shattered, and he yelled out of nowhere, "What the **** are you doing now? How did you help me? Ah? Ah!"

　　 He is like a drowning man, struggling recklessly, but all his power melts under the calm water. His body began to sink slowly, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.

　　 How he hoped it was just a nightmare.