Chapter 1922: 1922 One-Man Stage

Truman only heard the turbulent wind blowing over, he turned his head suddenly reflexively, and saw a bus was about to stop in front of him, the hot glass was less than a punch away from his face, This made Truman's pupils dilate suddenly, and he looked nervously at the bus in front of him.

Truman breathed lowly, raised his head and looked at the bus in front of him, and a crazy idea came to his mind: If he is really being watched, if everyone around him is paying attention to him, if the whole world is based on him Centered... So, he started creating chaos on his own initiative, what would happen then?

It's like, it's like the earth suddenly doesn't revolve around.

So, Truman suddenly raised his left hand and blocked the bus in front of him, as if he could rely on his "super power" to block the bus from the air wall. He frowned slightly and stared at the bus closely. The driver, trying to make him mess up; but the driver hidden in the shadows made it impossible to see clearly, which made Truman's brows slightly closer to the middle, but his eyes became more determined, bursting out a burst of determination Sheer determination.

Truman turned his head suddenly and looked to his right. A dark blue car was driving towards him, but Truman went forward without fear, raised his right hand holding the briefcase, and let the The driver of the car had to step on the brakes quickly at the last moment, the tires dragged out a series of white smoke behind, and even the cars behind stopped, and the whole street became chaotic in an instant.

But the strangest thing was that no one came down to reprimand Truman, and everyone just watched Truman quietly, as if they would not be angry at all because of Truman's rude behavior. This made Truman couldn't help stretching out his hands, turning slowly in a circle, suppressing everyone on the scene with his eyes, and moving his steps slowly, as if he was worried that any slight move of his would break the door. That kind of balance is average.

At this time, Truman is like a fox walking slowly on the ice, step by step, every small step must stop, straighten his ears to carefully inquire about the surrounding situation, and listen carefully to whether the ice will appear or not. There are tiny cracks, lest one accidentally encounter disaster, as if there is only a slight movement, it will quickly escape from the ice.

Seeing Truman like this, all the staff at the scene felt sad for a while, the indescribable sourness and bitterness twitched gently on the tip of their tongues, and even their eye sockets couldn't help turning red. This is just the simplest scene, and it is far from the moment of emotional explosion, but that kind of turbulent emotion is rushing to my face.

Alex couldn't help turning his head away. He couldn't bear to see Truman suffer again, because he knew what the next story of the script would be, and that was not what he wanted to see. Thinking of Malone and Truman next Alex felt that the dialogue was even more cruel - but the problem is that Alex had to watch it, because he had to observe Hugo's performance and find his own from Hugo's performance. method. So, Alex turned his head again and looked towards the square.

Truman walked to the side of the street step by step, trying to maintain the balance of the scene as much as possible. At this moment, it seemed that the whole town was still, and only Truman was walking around. When he got to the side of the street, Truman, like a fox that smelled danger, broke out at a rocket-like speed, and quickly escaped from this piece of tranquility or chaos—escaping from the ubiquitous surveillance, and ran a few steps in a panic, But then it stopped suddenly, then turned around and changed direction, ran wildly, and fled into a nearby building.

There was a hint of embarrassment in that hurried back, which looked so fragile.

The scene was completely silent, and no one spoke at all. To be more precise, almost everyone's inner emotions were surging. Hugo's performance in the scene just now was really wonderful, without any lines, without any extra sound, just relying on his own body movements, Hugo conveyed Truman's confusion, confusion, fear, worry and fragility It is vividly displayed, even if it is just a back view, it is enough to move people.

Peter yelled "Ka" dully, and only after he made the sound did he realize that his voice was a little hoarse. Even Peter, who knows the script well, has to admit that the scene just now was the most exciting moment since the filming started for a week. In this one-man show, Hugo brought his inner passion and surge to the extreme. Silence is better than sound. Delicately showing Truman's inner changes and struggles, this is the true demeanor of an acting master!

"Master of acting," he's already propelled Hugo to such heights that even Peter hasn't noticed.

After a brief adjustment, I re-shot a few shots from different angles to complete the shooting of this scene, and then I went into the shooting of the next scene.

Truman pushed open the glass door and entered the building. He took two deep breaths, then closed his mouth tightly, trying to calm himself down, as if it was his intention to come here. But his shaking pupils quietly looking at the surrounding situation from the corner of his eyes revealed the panic in his heart - because he didn't know what he should do at all, he wanted to create chaos, but he couldn't do it.

Truman's eyes met the front desk staff, he dodged his eyes in a panic, and pretended to walk calmly, as if he was just a normal staff here.

Truman walked quickly to the elevator, and then saw two people standing in the elevator, he squeezed out a smile, motioned for the other party to wait, and quickened his pace a little, but he saw the person in the elevator The two strangers had panicked expressions on their faces, their pupils flickered rapidly, and even their facial expressions were completely frozen. They didn't respond, they just watched the elevator doors close.

Truman noticed the abnormality, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the specific details. He only knew that everything was wrong. Truman rushed to the door at the last moment before the elevator door closed, but he was still facing the cold iron door. He quickly pressed the elevator's up button, but he was still helpless.

The front desk staff noticed Truman's strangeness, which made Truman suppress his panic, walked to the elevator next door, and quickly pressed the elevator button repeatedly, trying to make the nearby elevator open quickly. At this time, the front desk staff walked over quickly, showing a polite smile, "May I help you?" Although he seemed a little caught off guard, Truman, who was in a panic, did not notice this.

"Yes, I have an appointment with Jibao Company." Truman said eagerly, but his voice was trembling slightly, because he could feel that the restless and restless atmosphere was becoming more and more Turbulent, like a room full of gasoline, only need a little spark to ignite. But Truman didn't know how to polish the match in his hand, so he could only push forward like a stubborn bull.

The front desk staff opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond, because he didn't even know if there was a "Kibao Company" in this building, "It's impossible!" He subconsciously said decisively, but the elevator door opened when.

Behind the elevator door is the studio - in front of you is a buffet table with breakfast on it. Several staff members are standing in front of the table chatting and eating breakfast. The two people who just entered the elevator next door are also among them. One person spotted Truman standing at the elevator entrance, and hurriedly dodged away, but there were still a few people who didn't have time to react, and stood there unprepared.

After answering the front desk staff's questions, Truman rushed forward into the elevator, trying to get rid of the staff, but he took a step forward, and then saw the scene in front of him - so normal but so weird In one scene, Truman's brain froze for an instant: Why is there a group of people eating breakfast behind the elevator?

His footsteps stopped directly in the elevator, motionless, his pupils dilated slowly because of his overwhelmed astonishment, and the surging astonishment almost made Truman's eyes lose focus. In those amber eyes, one could clearly see the process of the whole world falling apart, like a grand symphony performance.

The staff at the breakfast table all scattered and fled away one after another, but the staff next to them finally reacted and slowly pulled the "elevator wall" over, turning the open elevator space into a closed small space again. Box.

But Truman's pupils began to slack, and he said in disbelief, "What happened?" The front desk staff grabbed his arms and pulled them out, but he completely forgot to struggle, just looked at the It was an unimaginable scene, and he looked at the closed elevator door reluctantly, trying to find out something from the cold metal door.

"Nothing!" The staff at the front desk roughly pulled Truman forward until they reached the door. Only then did Truman come back to his senses and struggled to raise his voice, "What happened?"

"Please leave, we are renovating!"

"No, you didn't!" Truman retorted firmly, he began to try to push his weight back, refusing to leave here, "Who are those people?"

"none of your business!"

"Tell me what happened!" Truman's emotions were derailed, struggling desperately, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the two staff members, and was sent outside the gate directly, "If you don't tell... ..." Truman began to roar, and the voice of anger and insubordination exploded, "I'm going to call the police!"

But Truman was just thrown out the door without any suspense. Standing outside the door, Truman raised his foot angrily and wanted to kick the pillar, but after thinking about it, he put his foot down and stood there with a depressed and irritable expression, his whole face was full of reluctance, as if he had been beaten Like a child whose parents abandoned him at the train station, his chest was heaving violently. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He raised his head and saw the staff who were repairing the electricity standing on the stairs at the door. Truman lifted the briefcase and gave it to the staff. Hit the buttocks, and then quickly fled as if after a prank, and got into the sunlight.