Paul's gaze was extremely determined, and that resolute determination burst out with incredible light, no more panic, no fear, no hesitation, no despair, as if all the chaotic thoughts were cut in an instant, killing and resolute. 'S strength has an unstoppable momentum.

　　 "My name is Paul Conroy, an American citizen from Hastings, Michigan. I am a truck driver for CTR. I was taken hostage somewhere in Iraq."

　　 Rodrigue heard a cold and determined voice in his ears, and he couldn't help but tremble. The voice did not hesitate, and it hides a determination to see death as home, but the calm tone revealed the sadness of death. Rodrigue couldn’t help but shudder, recalling Paul’s despair just now—his colleague’s life was hanging by a thread, but at least there was a ray of life, and he was trapped in a coffin under the desert, dark, except for waiting silly. Nothing else can be done.

　　He is still his colleague. This is a moral tug of war. The video currently being recorded is his choice.

　　 Rodriguez shuddered again, and involuntarily bit his teeth, the dullness that was almost suffocating firmly netted his heart, and he couldn't make a sound.

"I need a million dollars before nine o'clock in Baghdad time tonight, otherwise I will die in a coffin buried underground. They told me, as long as you give money..." The voice did not fluctuate at all, as if even the most basic The emotions have disappeared, and the calmness made Rodrigo's bones start to feel cold, as if he was immersed in the biting winter sea, and he could clearly feel the temperature disappearing from the blood little by little.

"Bang!" The sudden noise made Rodriguez startled, and he almost jumped up. Paul clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it on the ground. The ferocious posture burst out and disappeared. Then he recovered his calm again, looked at the camera intently, and continued calmly, "They said they would let me go as long as they gave me money."

Rodriguez looked at Paul suspiciously. He didn't understand what was going on, but he was stunned for a moment before he realized it. Maybe the flashlight was malfunctioning, or the glow stick was not bright enough, so Paul was adjusting the lights to make sure The video is bright enough.

　　 Originally this was just a small accident, but Paul's simple and powerful movements exploded with fierceness. This is how Paul really feels at this moment, isn't it? He is not a saint, nor is he a great man. He has no consciousness of sacrificing his life, nor has he sacrificed himself to save sentient beings. He just made a difficult choice in a critical situation. If he can, he doesn't want to die, he still wants to live on. But... the energy bursting out in that instant released all the anger, unwillingness, bitterness and tyranny in my heart.

　　 A simple action set off a storm in Rodriguez's mind.

"If you don't give me money, I will die here." Paul continued to record, as if nothing had happened just now. When he said that, he couldn't help but pause for a while, "These threats are real and will be executed. "His voice revealed a tremor that was not easily noticeable. The tremor from the soul hides his helplessness and desire for survival.

He stared at the camera in a daze, those dark brown eyes flapping lightly behind the thick eyelashes, as light and fragile as butterfly wings; his lips squirmed slightly, trying to say something, but after all he swallowed Go down. The thumb pressed the button, ending the video recording.

　　 calmed down again. He operated the phone to send the video, and then stayed still, keeping the same posture motionless, time seemed to stop.

　　 Rodriguez hesitated for a moment, he was not sure if the performance was over, or if he should make a sound or something. However, at this moment, the corner of Paul's mouth formed a shallow arc, and he smiled.

　　 It was a warm smile, like a ray of warm sun falling on the white snow.

　　 The smile paused for a while, and burst again suddenly, accompanied by a low laugh, spinning in the chest, as if the thunder of the sky was looming, but it easily attracted everyone's attention. The bitterness, helplessness, absurdity and depression in the smile reflected an unspeakable anger-after the anger reached its extreme, it turned into weakness, and the whole body was pulled away along the spine, and the whole person was weakened. Except for a vain smile, he couldn't make any reaction.

The smile closed, and finally disappeared into the loneliness of the corner of the mouth; the eyelids slowly drooped, pinching out the last light on the eyes, the shoulders suddenly became discouraged and relaxed, and the tension that I didn't feel just now suddenly burst out. Let the air become tight. Then, he closed his eyes and gently pressed his face on the sofa, his shoulders, arms, and torso were all relieved, exhaustion swept like a tide, all the pain, all the torture, all the intricacies All fell silent with the disappearance of the noise.

　　 Rodrigue can hear the sound of heartbreak, not because of sympathy, but because of helplessness. Watching Paul do his best to save another life, but risking giving up all his vitality, the desire to survive hidden deep in his eyes was forcibly suppressed in the depths of his soul, and that repression was heavily pressed in his heart. It was so cruel that people couldn't bear to keep watching.

　　 Until this moment, even if Lan Li didn't speak, Rodriguez knew that when the performance was over, he finally understood what the so-called "two parts" meant.

　　 The first part is the fear, panic, and despair in desperation; the second part is the collision of survival/desire/hope and reality. Paul is just an ordinary person, a member of the tens of thousands of ordinary people. He has his own problems and he has made his own choices. However, under the crisis of life hanging by a thread, every choice and every time A decision is defining his life. He is not a good person, nor a bad person, he is just an ordinary person struggling in life.

　　 However, he became a victim of the war—or, the victim of the government/government interest game, Xiao Xiami in "Whales fight, Xiami suffers". What he is burdened with is the dilemma of the entire society: they are paying for the decisions of the government/government and the elite. How can Paul's small and thin shoulders carry such a weight?

　　 So, he failed.

　　 Rodriguez suddenly remembered the ending of the movie "Buried Alive": Paul, he was really buried alive. Cold and cruelly cut off all vitality, there is hope.

　　"Are you okay?""Are you okay?" "Is something wrong at home?" "Do you need me to call the police?" "Is it serious?"...

　　 The messy voice disrupted Rodriguez's thoughts, and the heavy emotion could not be shaken off for a while, so that when he saw the concerned people in front of him, he couldn't feel the situation.

　　 "It's you? You are behind the scenes? Say, what are you doing?" Suddenly someone pushed Rodriguez's shoulder hard, and Rodriguez didn't know how to explain it off guard.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." Lan Li's voice came from the crowd. He stood up again and smiled at the strange faces, "I'm really okay. Just acting just now." The commotion The voice calmed down a bit, and Lan Li simply explained, "I am an actor, he is a director, and I am auditioning. So, I'm fine, and my family is fine."

　　The young people looked at each other.

The situation just now was too real and cruel. The turbulent waves that were suppressed under the calm water seemed to break the strings at any time, so that they couldn't help holding their breath, worrying that their rash actions might lead to irreparable consequences. , The strong heartbeat made everyone panic.

　　 Now they are told, then everything is acting?

"Really?" The question came out immediately. A blonde girl who looked like a college student widened her eyes and said incredulously, "Are you kidding? All that was fake just now? **** Christ, I was scared. A heart attack is about to come out, but you told me that this is just acting? I really thought that your wife was kidnapped or something."

Lan Li turned his head to look at Rodriguez, who was in a panic next to him. A tall and sturdy big man grabbed Rodrigue by the neckline and lifted him up. UU reading www.uukānshu.com was full of fierce expression Looking at Lan Li, his eyes were still gleaming with suspicion—he still seemed to be worried, because Lan Li had to say so because he was under duress.

"Looking at me, I'm fine, and my future wife...should be fine too." Lan Li's humorous tone eased the atmosphere slightly, "I am an actor, and the situation just now was just acting." Lan Li shrugged, "I will treat your reactions as positive feedback. This shows that my performance is very successful, doesn't it?"

"Guys, folks, I can testify." The front desk staff of the youth hostel also came over. "Rodrigue is indeed a director. He has lived here for two weeks; as for this one..." The officer pointed to Lan Li, "Don't you recognize it? He is indeed an actor, the rich young master in the'Pacific War'."

　　 Everyone exchanged their sights, and then someone finally reacted, "Yes, yes, I said how familiar he is, he is the sledgehammer!"

"'Eugene-Sledgehammer-Sledge?" Another person also echoed. Two of the eight people recognized Lan Li. This is really rare, and considering that this is only one room. In youth hostels, not only the average age of tourists is relatively young, but most of them are foreigners, which is even more commendable.

　　 Lan Li spread his hands and nodded, "That's me."

After getting the confirmation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "God, your performance just now was really amazing!" "What movie is this? I'm going to have a heart attack!" I can't believe it, I can't believe it!"...

　　 "Uh...Excuse me, can you let me go?" Rodrigue patted the strong man's arm and said sadly.