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"Happy party, Amon, thank you." Before Schindler's voice could fall, Amon fell to the ground, embarrassed, but Schindler did not intend to reach out and give him a hand. Putting his left hand on the back of the long rattan chair next to the single rattan chair, he took a sip of the brandy in his hand freely, "Why drink that machine oil?" Schindler glanced at Amon vaguely, but in order to hide himself With his emotions fluctuating, he turned to look at the playground of the concentration camp next to him, "I often give you good stuff, your liver is about to explode like a bomb."

Amon didn't care about any image problems. He supported his hands on the ground, bent his knees, and hobbled forward in a dog-crawling style. He grabbed the handle of the rattan chair with his left hand, and then staggered to support himself. , then awkwardly moved his hips, and sat heavily on the wicker chair, "You know, I'm looking at you," Amon leaned his back on the wicker chair, and sat face to face with Schindler, speaking. He said indistinctly, "I observe you..." Then he put his feet on the rattan chair, lay down on the rattan chair in an enchanting posture, and looked at Sinde with his hazy eyes Le, "You're never drunk. Oh, that, that's real control, and control is power, that's power."

Amon's vague words made Schindler alert. He subconsciously raised his left hand and rubbed it under the wing of his nose, trying to hide the tense muscles around his mouth in this way.

Schindler looked at Amon, who was sweating profusely in front of him. His hair was completely messy and lost its original shape. , Amon is like being fished out of a river. But under the messy broken hair, Amon's deep eyes were perfectly integrated into the darkness of the night, and there was a faint light. The lights revealed in the room outlined Amon's handsome face with light and shadow. , Straight nose, sexy thin lips, shallow beard, as if God's masterpiece. The unbuttoned shirt can make people vaguely see the protruding beer belly, but it can also make people see the sexy chest, full of a fatal temptation. Fascinating power, and the soul-defying light in his eyes reminded Schindler of Lucifer, the fallen angel.

Schindler had to look away, took a sip of wine to hide his panic, lest those eyes would fall on him, "Why are the Jews afraid of us?" He tried to change the subject, using the word "us". Lexicon presents itself as Amon's companion.

Amon's eyelids drooped slightly because of drunkenness, with a lazy but deadly sense of danger, shining in the dark night, he curled his lips and said disdainfully, "They will be afraid, that's because we have murdered people. power." Then he picked up the glass in his hand that had only one-third of the wine left because of the fall, and took a habit of taking a sip to his mouth.

"Yes, we have the right to kill at will." After Schindler adjusted his mood, he looked back at Amon, who seemed to be falling asleep at any time, and organized his own language to say, "Someone commits a crime, he should know , we can sentence him to death, and we can enjoy this kind of happiness. Or it is more pleasant to execute it with our own hands." Schindler said to himself, "But that is not power, it is justice, and it is different from power."

Amon didn't answer, he just looked into the distance in confusion, his sluggish mind was obviously knotted by the intrusion of alcohol. Schindler had to slow down his speech, as if a psychiatrist was hypnotizing, "Power is enough to kill a person, but not to kill."

"Do you think that's power?" Amon finally reacted. He turned his head to look at Schindler, his lazy eyes raised slightly, as if a sharp blade pierced into Schindler's eyes, causing Xin to look at him. Dele's heart palpitated.

However, Schindler kept reminding himself that Amon is now in a state of drunkenness and speaks unconsciously, so there is no need to be afraid, so he forced himself to move closer, staring into Amon's eyes, "The emperor's power is like this, A thief was brought before the emperor, crouching on the ground, begging for mercy, he knew that he would die." Schindler tried to use the change of his speed to catch Amon's attention, but he saw Amon. Those amber eyes twitched slightly, as if he had sensed the truth, which made his heart skip a beat, and he had to purse his lips slightly, "However...the emperor pardoned him."

Schindler noticed that Amon's eyes seemed to be silent again, which made him courageous again, "This is a man not worth killing, so he released him."

Amon didn't speak. He looked deeply at Schindler in front of him. His eyes only locked on Schindler's eyes and turned slightly, as if he was looking at every subtle change in Schindler's pupils. This made all the cold hairs on Schindler's back stand up. The threat of death was unprecedentedly close to the aorta of his neck at this moment. The unruly and dangerous Amon in front of him made him unpredictable, as if Amon would be in the next second. Sudden upheaval, and then reaping his life.

The quiet silence almost condensed the air, causing Schindler's heartbeat to accelerate uncontrollably. Almost half a century later, Amon's thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I think you Was drunk."

This sentence was like a bullet, and it focused Schindler's heart fiercely, and Schindler's pupils quickly contracted in an instant, but he immediately realized that his changes seemed to be seen by Amon. , he is like an ant played by Amon between his palms. But at this time, Schindler had no way out. He had to keep moving forward and stick to his plan to the end, otherwise, it would be fatal.

"That is power! Amon." Schindler did not respond directly to Amon, but kept repeating firmly and heavily, "That is power!"

Amon didn't answer, he just looked at Schindler like this, those eyes seemed to be deeply engraved in Schindler's pupils. Schindler slowly stepped back, leaning back on the back of the chair again, feeling his sweat-soaked back, he kept reminding himself: the demon in front of him is drunk, drunk! Then Schindler tried to keep his composure and said, "Amon the Good."

Schindler was right.

The smile at the corner of Amon's mouth rose little by little, and then bloomed proudly in the middle of the night like a short-lived flower, fully opening up. I saw Amon lowered his eyes and thought carefully, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Schindler's words. Amon suddenly realized that if he had this kind of power, then he was the emperor in Schindler's mouth. Emperor, this seems very good. So, Amon raised his eyes and looked at Schindler again, like the king of a country, and pointed at Schindler, "I forgive you."

Forgive Schindler for his rude words to himself, like a high emperor. This made Amon feel the unprecedented power and the power to firmly control the power in his hands, so he laughed, laughed wildly and wildly, and then drank the little wine left in the wine glass in his left hand.

The filming of this scene has ended, but the sound of Steven's interruption of filming still did not come, and Hugo was always immersed in the state of the character, but since there were no more lines after that, Hugo could not continue. He lifted his eyes to look in the direction of the camera, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone, "I think you are drunk."

When this sentence came out, Steven's "card" rang in an instant, but there was still no one talking at the scene, only the sound of the camera stopping. The corners of Hugo's mouth rose, and he said lazily and tiredly, "Relax, I forgive you." This little humor made many staff members at the scene relax and let out a chuckle.

Although it has been almost fifty days since the film crew started, and Hugo has been in the role of Amon Goss for a long time, people are often amazed by Hugo's performance. Tonight's Hugo is like a king in the dark night. He is slightly drunk, lazy, dangerous, sexy, and scary. He has all the atmosphere of the scene firmly in his hands with every move. The thrill of the knife tip approaching the pupil made everyone stand up collectively, and they were forced by Hugo's powerful aura to not even dare to breathe too hard.

At this moment, even without Hugo's explanation, everyone understands the reason why Hugo started drinking early in the morning. Under the rendering of the dark night, it is truly and accurately displayed in everyone's sight. Hugo's brain became sluggish because of alcohol, but he would not really fall into a drunken state and cause confusion in his lines. This control is amazing, and more importantly, Hugo's dedication and rain. The input of the fruit is admirable.

"If someone says that Hugo is playing a big game later, I will be the first to complain about him." Steven teased with a smile. At this time, Hugo was not wearing a uniform, and the scene was not so heavy, so Steven Also thought of making a joke. This made everyone in the audience chuckle.

But Hugo still lay lazily on the rattan chair and shook his head, "No, no, you're wrong. Today is the real performance of my big-name tricks, blatantly drinking and filming on the set? I guess it's just me. Alone." This joke was the real lively atmosphere, making everyone burst into laughter.

Hugo only felt that his head was really too heavy. After getting into a drunken state, he had to work hard to stay awake and filming. This was not an easy task. Besides, he was not a good drinker, even after this period of time. The exercise of time, too. So, Hugo had to raise his voice to interrupt everyone's laughter, "If you don't mind, can we continue shooting? Because I don't know when I'll suddenly start vomiting..." Hugo's voice continued. Before he fell, he had a vomiting precursor reaction, and the strong alcohol surged up from his stomach, but Hugo knew that if he vomited now, it would be more difficult to shoot in the future, so he bit Grinding his teeth abruptly suppressed the entire urge to vomit.

All the staff at the scene stared in astonishment, watching Hugo's entire face wrinkled into a ball, the pain was unbearable to look directly at, but Hugo pressed it down, and then leaned back on the chair. On his back, he wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead with his right hand. His face changed and he became that terrifying Amon Goss again. He said lazily, "Do you want me to call to start?"

In an instant, this strong contrast made the scene silent.