Chapter 1242: 1242 The Sea of ​​Suffering Sinks

"Hugo, Hugo..." Due to the rules and regulations of the Angolan prison, Joseph had no way to enter the interview room, so he could only stand outside the iron railings and shouted loudly.

The guards opened the door to the interview room so that Joseph's voice could come in directly. But Hugo still supported his knees without saying a word and didn't raise his head.

Joseph couldn't help frowning, Hugo's recent state is very bad, very bad, different from the struggle during the shooting of "Seven Deadly Sins", more serious than the pain during the shooting of "Schindler's List", only three weeks, The Angolan prison seemed to swallow Hugo's sunshine cleanly—or perhaps Hugo actively cooperated with this swallowing process and voluntarily degenerated into darkness.

It's like choosing the dark Lucifer.

This time, Joseph and Samora were the only ones who accompanied Hugo to Baton Rouge. Due to the complicated custody procedures in the Angolan prison, Samora only came here twice, and never came again after that. , Samora stayed in Baton Rouge, and every day Joseph drove Hugo along Highway 61 to the Angolan prison, an hour away by car. This is the only way to get in and out of Angolan prisons.

Joseph could clearly feel Hugo's changes little by little, which made Joseph even more frightened, because this was not the Hugo he knew.

"Hugo, you have to rest, you're putting too much pressure on yourself..." Joseph tried to raise his voice, trying to build a bridge of communication between himself and Hugo, "It's still a while before filming starts, you don't need to Too anxious, you should let yourself relax... Besides, you have prepared enough for this role, you are competent enough for this role, don't force yourself..."

Hugo raised his head slowly, he turned his head and glanced at Joseph, but this directly cut off Joseph's voice, because Hugo's cruel eyes were like a lion aiming at prey, even the corner of his mouth. There was a hint of cruel blood in the smile, which made Joseph shudder.

"I don't need you to tell me how to do it." Hugo said coldly, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, obviously he had already pulled out an arc, but there was no smile, "You know how to act, or I know how to do it. Performance? You're just a manager, but you come to point me to my performance? What a nonsense." Hugo raised his eyebrows slightly, and his contemptuous mockery was like dust dancing lightly in the sun, and it danced lightly.

Joseph couldn't help but stop talking. He was used to Hugo's sudden blackening recently, which is understandable and understandable, but every time he heard Hugo's hurtful words, his heart was inevitably blocked.

Although Hugo was in a bad state in the "Schindler's List" crew, he was still able to control himself, and more often he was in a state of struggle and confusion; but this time, Hugo was obviously out of control. This kind of appearance does not belong to Hugo's personality at all - or the personality hidden in the depths of Hugo's heart gradually began to become obvious, not only eroding Hugo, but also eroding other people around Hugo, The ramifications are getting worse.

The thing is, they're not even on set right now, and "Death Ramble" doesn't even turn on. Joseph had a hard time imagining what it would be like to actually turn it on.

"Hugo, I didn't mean to tell you how to perform," Joseph tried hard to calm his mind. He needed to guide Hugo, instead of confronting Hugo head-on-this would only make Hugo more and more violent, "I just said, you just finished talking with Derek, you can take a break before continuing..."

"So, you're an expert now?" Hugo interrupted Joseph's words, sneered softly, and then said in a deep voice to the two prison guards, "Are you going to let it go like this? Are you not going to continue working?"

The two prison guards looked at each other, and finally left the interview room, closing the door, blocking Joseph's sight, leaving Hugo in the interview room alone.

Joseph looked at the slowly closed door, anger was rolling in his chest, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted to fight against Hugo, and he also wanted to vent his anger, but he knew that Hugo didn't mean it. Now Hugo is the most tormented moment. He can't lose his calm, and he can't care about Hugo. So, after hesitating and hesitating, he finally swallowed the anger that had reached his mouth, but clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it against the iron railing.

With the sound of "Pong", Joseph's fist slammed into the iron railing, and he couldn't help frowning and grinning. The reaction force made his fist swell up immediately, "Grass! Damn Jesus Christ!" Joseph She scolded and complained, but she was still uneasy, she kicked her foot on the iron railing, trying to vent all her inner depression.

But he forgot that he was wearing cloth shoes today, not leather shoes. Joseph personally experienced what it means to "kick the iron plate".

Hank, who was standing on the side, came over and patted Joseph on the shoulder pitifully, "Dude, don't make trouble with yourself even if you get angry again." In one sentence, Joseph almost didn't suffer any internal injuries.

There was only Hugo left in the interview room. The prison guard on the other side of the barbed wire took Derek away and he has not returned, so now there is only Hugo in the entire space, but he feels that there are countless voices in his ears. There was no way to hear the specific words clearly. He only felt that he was standing in the middle of the traditional vegetable market. The noise from all directions almost drowned him, but he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. The sound kept echoing in his mind, making him feel The brain is about to split apart.

Hugo grabbed his short hair fiercely, and his fingertips could only capture a little bit of tiny short hair. With a little force, all the hair slipped out of his fingers. This feeling of powerlessness made Hugo irritable. Unbearable, he just wanted to vent, but opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He squeezed his head with both hands, so that his head could clearly feel the strong sense of oppression. The voice in his mind calmed down a little. Hugo stood there, gasping for breath, enjoying this moment of tranquility. .

He knew what happened just now, and everything was vivid in his mind, but he couldn't control it. He just felt that he was too irritable, and his emotions were like walking a tightrope, and he was on the verge of explosion at any time. Against Derek, he was out of control, which was expected; but against Joseph, against the guards, he was out of control, which was unexpected.

Hugo closed his eyes angrily and propped his head against the wall. He only felt that his brain was boiling like an erupting volcano. The magma that filled the sky filled his eyes with blood; but his body But it was as cold as a corpse. He couldn't control his limbs, and he couldn't feel his blood. This feeling was really bad.

He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this at all, he doesn't want to get angry with Joseph and the prison guards, he doesn't want his emotions to completely lose control, he doesn't want the darkness in his heart to swallow him up, he hates this feeling, he feels like he is boundless He was lost in the sea, and the darkness pouring in from all directions was swallowing him bit by bit, while the only starlight around him was getting dimmer and dim, as if he would be destroyed in the darkness at any time.

He hated the feeling.

But the problem is, he has no way to control it, and even he has to let it go, because this is the ultimate purpose of his coming to the Angolan prison. But what's even scarier is that today he actually started to enjoy this feeling, he started to enjoy it. It made him feel like he was subservient to his inner primal nature. Yes, let him degenerate into a beast.

This awareness made Hugo start to fear. He is afraid of himself.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..." Hugo kept admonishing himself, his eyes became hot and his breathing became heavy, but he couldn't give up his efforts, kept breathing deeply, kept calling to himself, and whispered in his heart, " You can do it, you can do it, whether it's Amon Goss or Anonymous, you do it, and this time is no exception, you can harness that beast inside, you can control your emotions, you can put The power and proportions of the performance are in your hands, and you can do it.”

The sound of "banging" came over, and Hugo turned around like a bird in shock. Looking over, it turned out that the door on the other side of the barbed wire was opened again. A prison guard came out and asked hesitantly. , "Hugo, will the next interview continue? Or, do you need a break?"

Hugo wiped his hazy eyes vigorously, "No...yes...I mean, the next interview will continue, I don't need to rest." Then Hugo lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palms, letting him The warmth of the palm warmed the sourness and pressure from the eyes.

He raised his head and took a few deep breaths. Hugo finally returned to his usual appearance. Although his heart was still heavy and his heart was still dark, at least now Hugo had regained his senses, and the key to his emotions was back in his hands.

The next interviewer quickly brought over and sat down opposite Hugo. Hugo adjusted his rhythm and sat down calmly, "Good morning, this is Hugo Lancaster. "

Today Hugo spent five hours in the Angolan prison. He talked with four volunteers before and after, but things became more and more difficult, because Hugo could clearly feel his capriciousness, but he couldn't control it. , his control is fading little by little. It was obvious that his hands were extremely hard, but no matter how hard he grabbed, he couldn't catch anything, only a piece of air remained in the palm of his hand. This feeling of powerlessness made Hugo begin to fall and sink.

And he couldn't stop it, there was no way to stop it, and he didn't want to stop it.

Leaving the interview room, Hugo looked at Joseph, who was trying his best to appear normal. He knew that he owed Joseph an apology, but the "sorry" had already reached his throat, but he couldn't say it. In the end, Hugo swallowed it. He just glanced at Joseph in confusion, and then walked forward quickly, without saying a word to Joseph.

Joseph stood there, a little dazed.