One Hundred and Sixty-Two Buried Alive

There was a bit of agitation in the auditorium, and even though the lights had dimmed, the sound of the sound was still lingering. ? W=W=W≈. ≈8≠1≠Z≤W≥. For the audience at COM, not only did they not expect the "Buried Alive" screening to be so lively, but they also did not expect the screening to be full, and there were still a small number of spectators behind who could not enter the venue. Said, it is really too rare, so that everyone is a little excited.

Rodrigo couldn't help but get irritated, because he clearly knew that the movie was on track from the first shot, and if these people continued to make noise, they would miss important shots next. Nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation were mixed together. The fists were clenched and loosened. In the end, they couldn't hold back, stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly, "Quiet, please keep quiet! The movie is about to start, please be quiet. okay?"

After speaking angrily, Rodrigo sat down again, his heart beating frantically against his chest, which was too bold just now. But unexpectedly, the restlessness in the screening hall really began to calm down—the politeness of the Canadians really lived up to their reputation.

Gavin watched the title carefully, but as a result, he didn't know any company in it, and he didn't even know the name. It was an independent film with roots. After the end of the film, the big screen fell into darkness. Gavin adjusted his sitting posture and entered the viewing state. Ten seconds passed, and there was silence; twenty seconds passed, and there was no sound; thirty seconds passed. Yes, it's still the same...

Gavin couldn't help looking left and right. Could it be that there was something wrong with the film? Or is there something wrong with the projection equipment? After the end of the title, there was no movement at all for 30 seconds, it was a complete still picture - and it was still a black screen, which looked like a total projection accident! This, how is this possible?

Although "Buried Alive" is an independent film, the organizers don't pay attention to it so much, and there is even a screening accident, which is too bullying!

Gavin felt a little aggrieved, and called the "Buried Alive" crew injustice. There was no sound in the screening room, but it was obvious that the audience began to have doubts. Everyone looked left and right, clothes and seats. The trivial sound of the chair rubbing slowly spreads in the darkness, and the irritable mood is breaking the state of watching the movie.

"Phew." There was a sound of breathing in the screening room, not loud, and there was some depression in the faintness.

Gavin's first reaction was that the reporters and colleagues around him noticed something. He hurriedly looked left and right, but found that everyone was looking left and right. Then, the faint breathing sounded in his ears again, as if someone was sticking to Gavin. Wen's ears are generally dull, struggling, and painful. Gavin was stunned for a moment, his muscles stiffened in place, slowly, slowly turning his head and looking at the large screen that was motionless - could it be that the sound came from the surround sound?

The suppressed breathing began to struggle, and the muffled cough was mixed with the rapid breathing due to anxiety.

Grabbed Gavin's attention firmly. Not only Gavin, but all the audience in the audience fell silent. In the darkness where no fingers could be seen, only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard, and the surging darkness seemed to be an invisible rope. He tied everyone to a chair, his muscles were immobilized, and then he opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen, trying to find some clues from the pitch-black darkness.

However, they failed.

In the panic of breathing, the body began to collide with the surrounding, making a heavy and muffled sound, as if the devil was struggling. Gavin only felt that his heart was held in the palm of his hand, slowly tightening, tightening again, fatal. Fear quietly grabbed his ankle, and the cold touch made Gavin shiver involuntarily. He tried to move his body, but he found it difficult to move - it was like the sound of breathing in the dark, trapped In a narrow space, the result of rushing left and right was only bruised and bruised, and the picture in his mind became vivid with the terrified and rapid breathing in his ears.

Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds, Gavin's eyes widened, motionless, as if time had stopped on him.

"Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter hitting the flint made Gavin hold his breath, and the faint firelight illuminated the embarrassed left eye. In the uncertain faint firelight, the light flickered, and Gavin was tightly squeezed by the throat.

The rapid breathing was slamming against the heartbeat, and the firelight tried hard to support the darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, fainted little by little, and then saw the mouth bound by the dirty cloth, and the man who was bound by the hemp rope. Two hands, awkwardly grasping a lighter, dispelling the surrounding darkness and presenting the whole world to the audience - it is a wooden box, a wooden box the size of a coffin, a wooden box that imprisons men in a narrow space .

The man began to hit the plank with his elbow and the wall with his shoulder. He struggled and slammed desperately. The faint spark of the lighter began to shake because of all his strength. The sense of urgency with his life hanging by a thread made Gaiwen want to cry. crack.

Suddenly, the fire went out, along with Gavin's breath, and all the noise in the cinema.

In the panic, the man tried several times in a hurry, then turned on the lighter again, and then used every part of his body to collide violently, trying to escape. He only reacted at this time, and hurriedly tore off the cloth tied to his mouth, leaving a deep red mark on his cheek, "cough...cough..." He tried to say something, but it seemed that Losing the ability to speak, he could only utter a single syllable in the end, "Ah!" He was calling, calling for rescue, calling for help, calling for... the same kind. "what!"

He can't even shout the word "help", like a newborn child, blindly and recklessly constantly roaring and colliding, returning to the original state, rampaging with the instinct/energy of a beast, but the more it sets off Out of the embarrassment and pain of the trapped beast, all the strength of the body was vented, but there was no effect at all, making all the struggles and efforts just now seem so ridiculous.

Gavin was dumbfounded and stared at the big screen. He forgot to even blink. He watched helplessly as the man on the screen was struggling, and the cold fear began to slowly climb up from his ankles. It seemed that even the blood He could feel the biting cold, but he couldn't move. He was pinned to the chair, watching motionlessly, lest he miss any moment, even if it was just a breath.

There is no line, and there is no redundant plot. The close-up close-up fully presents the cramped and oppressive space, and at the same time puts the man's emotions under the magnifying glass, the suffocating depression, the chaotic anxiety, that A kind of hopeless helplessness, bursting out completely under the firelight, firmly grasping every emotional change of the audience. Gavin has lost his ability to think, and the only thought in his mind now is: Help! Who can come and save this man?

The man finally regained a sense of reason. Using the nail in the corner, he cut the hemp rope on his hand, freeing his hands. Then he slowly illuminated the surrounding space with a lighter and looked at the environment he was in. This is a coffin. A humble coffin. He began to use all his strength, trying to lift the lid with his shoulders, but such attempts were in vain, the coffin board seemed motionless, and his efforts were only insignificant for ants to shake the tree.

The anger reached the extreme, the pain reached the extreme, the despair reached the extreme, the firelight went out again, and the world retreated into darkness again.

In the darkness, he roared, screamed, punched and kicked against the surrounding walls, venting his inner grievances, but at the end of his anger, helpless despair began to hit his heart, and he was even helpless. He laughed out loud, and when he laughed to the extreme, it turned into a cry. He bit his lower lip, and the resentful cry was suppressed in his chest and reverberated dully.

Chanel's pupils were dilated to the extreme, his heart seemed to have lost movement, and he couldn't even feel the flow of blood. He just stared at the big screen still, dumbfounded, and blankly, what was on the black screen. None, not even the outlines of the characters, but she could really feel the mixed emotions, as if she was trapped in a coffin, horror mixed with fear, despair mixed with bitterness, even if her head was broken and bloody Liu also couldn't get out of the daze, dragged her into the abyss of hell and kept falling.

She had looked forward to, wondered, and imagined what the finished film of "Buried Alive" would look like, but the truth was that it was only the opening ten minutes, from one darkness to another, without any lines except roaring, then The sense of reality that her life was at stake smashed all her defenses, and she couldn't react at all.

She didn't want to miss even a second of such a movie.

The sound of the phone vibrating broke the tranquility in the darkness. The faint blue light flashed in the darkness, flickering, then flickering, vibrating tirelessly at the feet of the man. The man, at the same time, also woke up every audience in the screening room-in an instant, even all the audience sat up at the same time, looking at the big screen curiously and eagerly, why is there a mobile phone there? Could this be an opportunity for a man to escape his birth? Who is calling now? How will the story unfold next?

The man tried to get the phone, but the phone was at his feet, which was really not an easy task. After a lot of hard work, he finally kicked the phone up with his toes. An old-fashioned candy bar phone, which seems to be a few years old, turned on the screen, but was stunned for a moment - because the phone screen displayed Arabic.

Arabic?