Chapter 1264 1264 Enthusiastic Performance

The whole set was silent, only Hugo's small sobbing leaked out from his teeth. It was depressed and dull, but it contained infinite remorse and pain. It was gently pulling in everyone's heart, and the listener couldn't help but sigh. acid.

The staff present knew that Matthew Poncelet was guilty, and that his cruelty could not be ignored or forgiven because of his weakness. But at this moment, looking at "Matthew" in front of him, his fragility, his forbearance of his remorse, but his heart is unbearable, especially when Matthew raised his head, the trace of daze and fear in his eyes, even more It made people's hearts tugged hard, as if there was no way to breathe at that moment.

Tears filled his eyes almost before he realized it. Many of the staff present silently turned their heads away and wiped away the embarrassment on their cheeks.

Tim is standing behind the monitor, his mind also taking a huge shock.

In fact, what Tim really wants to discuss is: Can the execution of the criminal really free the family? Especially when the criminal himself is not cruel and hateful, or even when the criminal himself is worthy of sympathy and pitiful, is the death penalty still necessary? It is true that it is inevitable for criminals to be punished, but whether it is correct to give a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, or a life for a life, this should be a judgment of one's own in the depths of everyone's heart.

I have to say that Tim has high standards for this scene, otherwise there would not be so many NGs just now, but Hugo's performance in this scene is still far beyond imagination.

Just that trivial cry has already enveloped the entire studio in depression, even if you don't look at Hugo's expression, even if you don't watch Hugo and Susan's rivalry, just stand in the corner of the studio and close your eyes , you can feel the rich and complex emotions from Hugo's cry, which is enough to move people.

Not to mention Hugo's talking eyes, the emotions that leaked out in those amber eyes are so complex and profound, hatred for oneself, remorse for crimes, desire for redemption, fear of death, Nostalgia for the family... The blankness in his eyes is like a lost child, standing in the middle of the crossroads of the world, but the whole cold society is unwilling to lend a helping hand to him, just watch him step by step. The abyss even pushed him behind his back. At this time, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, but there was no way back. He knew that he had to jump off and embrace death, but he didn't know what happened. throbbing.

At this moment, Susan felt that there was an infinite surging emotion in her chest and wanted to express it, but she didn't know how to express it. She wanted to give the man in front of her a hug, not for redemption, nor for him to atone for his sins, nor for let alone. He excused himself, simply thinking that he needed a hug, a warm hug, or even just a warm shoulder.

"Perhaps the best thing you can do for them is to pray for peace of mind," said Sister Helen hoarsely. She wanted to reach over the prison bars to touch Matthew, but she knew that was not allowed. She had to suppress her inner surging, and her eyes became even more red.

Matthew suppressed his crying, and a self-deprecating arc was drawn from the corners of his mouth, "I've never really loved a woman or anything..." This made him feel so pathetic, and what was even more pathetic was that he had never really loved a woman or anything... It was only at this moment that he understood this, and he had only the last twenty minutes left of his life—perhaps there were no more than twenty minutes now. "It seems that I have to die before I can find love."

Just this sentence made Sister Helen's tears burst again. She pressed her lips to suppress her emotions. She couldn't substitute too many personal emotions, but it was too difficult. Especially when Matthew raised his head and looked over, a helpless light flashed in those eyes, "Thank you for loving me."

Sister Helen opened her mouth slightly, trying to say something, but the tears that fell down made all the words lose their weight. She could only close her eyes and lean against the cold iron railing to calm herself down.

Matthew let out a long breath and glanced at the clock on the wall in the corridor, "Oh, time...it's like flying." Matthew knew that his life was already counting down, and he leaned against the wall weakly. He shrank his shoulders slightly, "I feel very cold." Death seemed to have touched his shoulders, shivering one after another, his muscles trembling slightly, he couldn't control himself at all, which made him helplessly close his eyes. on the eyes.

Sister Helen hurriedly looked in the direction of the prison guard and said loudly, "Can you give him a coat? He's cold." But she didn't get any response.

Matthew tried to distract himself, trembling slightly, but looked at Sister Helen, tried to keep his composure and said, "Aren't you going to play a song for me?"

"That hymn?" Sister Helen responded immediately. "They said that because of the rules, music couldn't be played in prison. So they wouldn't let me play it."

Matthew lowered his head in disappointment and murmured, "You know the lyrics, you can sing."

"I do not know how to sing."

"It's okay. Sing." Matthew looked at Sister Helen with anticipation, she hesitated, and sang softly.

Sister Helen looked at Matthew's eyes like this, and sang with a trembling voice. The ordinary singing and singing made Matthew's eyes wet again. Then Matthew slowly, slowly, slowly leaned against the wall, quietly enjoying this moment of peace.

"Sister, please leave this side of the corridor." The prison guard's voice broke the calm here.

Sister Helen looked back a little bewildered, she knew what it meant, it meant that Matthew's execution time was coming, and she looked at Matthew dignifiedly. Matthew looked over so calmly, and even a slight smile formed on the corner of his mouth, which made Sister Helen feel at a loss. Although she also smiled at Matthew, her smile was dry and lacklustre.

Finally, Sister Helen got up and left.

Hearing the footsteps of her leaving, the smile on Matthew's face shattered in an instant. He bit his lower lip tightly, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, and the tears fell down in big drops. He gritted his teeth with all his might, and closed his eyes with all his might, but the tears continued to seep out, his thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably, his whole body twitching slightly.

Matthew knew that this was the end, this was the end of his life.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to face death. You clearly know that the god of death is standing opposite, the raised sickle has begun to approach your neck, and the cold air makes all the hairs on your body stand up. You used to think that you could face death calmly, you used to be able to say with pride, "It's just death, what's there to be afraid of", you used to think that you didn't care anymore... But when death really began to approach, the second hand's Every movement is like the footsteps of death, getting closer and closer, and the fear that arises from the depths of the soul has set off a stormy sea.

He had always thought that lethal injection was painless, but he was wrong. A total of three injections will be injected into the lethal injection. The first injection will anesthetize him and put him in a state of sleep; the second injection will enter the lungs to stop him breathing; and the third injection will enter the heart to stop the beating of the heart. On the surface, he seemed to be asleep and felt nothing, but in fact his internal organs were being devastated.

This is what is called humanism, but the death penalty is so terrible and so cruel that it makes him feel cold to the bone.

Matthew leaned tightly against the wall, but his muscles were still shaking uncontrollably. He bit his lips, but he couldn't hold back his tears, as if he was paralyzed and could only wait stupidly. With the slow approach of death. He has been lost, lost in this icy world, all directions are thick fog, even if he wants to escape, there is no direction, he can only watch himself being swallowed up bit by bit.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death; he regretted, he regretted his crime... But he knew that everything was irreversible, so he was like a coward, letting the coward in his heart be completely released, Sitting on the spot weeping helplessly. This is him, the true self that he has been trying to hide but never disappears, the cowardly, timid, hesitant, hesitant poor creature.

"If I had chosen to be strong by myself instead of relying on Carl, would this all have been different?"

Matthew's expression suddenly became dazed, and the sound of the prison guard opening the door came from his ear, and everything froze - time and space, his expression, and his life. He knew: the end has come.

Tim, the director, didn't make a sound, the whole set was silent, silent, and even the voice of wiping tears was so clear, because everyone felt the tragic and cruel before being executed, almost everyone He couldn't bear to turn his head away, couldn't bear to watch Hugo's performance, but even if they didn't have the guts to hear Hugo's repressed breathing, they could feel their hearts being torn apart.

The scene had been filmed, but Tim still didn't realize that he was shocked by the dazed look on Hugo's face. Hugo's emotions were so real, so urgent, and so delicate.

Tim is also an actor. It is difficult for him to imagine how Hugo performed such a performance. The emotions revealed by those eyes and one action are so full and rich, so that every picture is full of reverie, which is more important. The thing is, Hugo's performance is very natural, there is no trace of control, but the heat is perfect. Such precise control is not only the acting of the soul, it is clearer and more accurate than the acting of the soul, directly hitting the soul of the audience and resonating.

Tim didn't realize it himself, he was already in tears by this time. Until the itching came from his cheeks, he subconsciously raised his hand and scratched, only to find that his cheeks were full of water stains.