1407 Hands and Feet

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Andrew couldn't stop at all, as if possessed, the devil's dance steps were going wild.

He only felt that he was imprisoned in a body, the young man lying on the hospital bed just now, the white ward, the white hospital bed, the white hospital gown, and everything around him was a large piece of white, Some figures could be vaguely seen, but they were all faceless people, walking back and forth like corpses.

He tried to struggle, he tried to escape, he tried to resist.

But everything was in vain. He was completely imprisoned in this body. He exhausted all his strength and could not move at all. Even his voice was completely ineffective. He was roaring, he was screaming, his soul The depths have been hoarse, but there is no sound in the throat.

So, he could only struggle harder.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, Bang Bang Bang".

The unstructured sound of condolences seemed to be a battle with the devil.

The harder you work, the more confused you are; the more you struggle, the more you are bound.

The feeling of suffocation is slowly swallowing up all his reason and emotions, which also makes him more and more chaotic, like a vicious circle that cannot be solved, falling into reincarnation again and again.

Until a pain burst out without warning and without a source.

As if the flames were burning, it devoured his body bit by bit, but he couldn't tell the source. When he reacted, his feet and hands had disappeared, and they were burnt out in the raging fire, as if... …It was like being cremated in an incinerator after death.

He is still alive. He is still alive. He doesn't want to die. He still wants to continue to fight, he still has dreams that have not been realized, he has not yet planned to disarm and surrender, he will not admit defeat, he is not reconciled.

He tried to roar, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only keep struggling and resisting, as if struggling to get rid of the invisible rope on his body. Even though the pain was getting more and more violent now, his strength was still growing. The stronger he became, he gritted his teeth, burst out unimaginable energy, and tried his best to resist.

The greater the force, the stronger the reaction force.

The pain was rising like a tsunami, and it exploded twice or three times, swallowing all his thoughts and soul in an instant, and slammed down with a quick, accurate and savage blow, leaving no reaction at all. Opportunity and room for resistance, and then the flames completely devoured his entire body, leaving only a faint consciousness lingering.

"what!"

He finally made a sound, but it was a painful cry, his hands suddenly loosened, the drumsticks fell to the ground, the palms were stiff and became a deformed state due to the excessive force, and the muscles seemed to be twisted. I couldn't straighten it at all, and I could feel the pain of twitching all over my body from my fingertips.

The moth finally embraced the candle, and then, just like that, it disappeared.

"Grass!"

He finally got his voice back, but his body completely lost control, he fell backward in a daze, and fell awkwardly and stupidly into the gap between the corner of the wall and the chair in a strange posture. The pain still didn't go away, it became more and more turbulent and more obvious, bursting out continuously, and every inch of muscle was piercing pain.

"Renly! God, Renly!"

Nathan rushed forward worriedly. Although the shooting continued, Renly had completely lost his focus, which also meant that the shooting had to be interrupted, and Nathan could go forward without any scruples.

Before Nathan's footsteps could get close, Renly's voice broke out, "Go away! All he/mo/go away! I told you all to go away!"

The thunderous scolding forced Nathan to brake suddenly and stopped; followed by a large group of other people chasing after him, but they finished braking at the same time, surrounding Nathan back and forth, Worried and overwhelmed, he cast his eyes, and became uneasy in the crowd.

Renly closed his eyes tightly.

That sense of restraint disappeared again.

He knew that his state was not quite right, and the feeling of being insane reappeared again after a long time, but this time, it was not because he lost control that he couldn't extricate himself, but he deliberately let go of control and let himself be immersed in the role. Unable to extricate themselves, is this a self-inflicted sin...?

Mind wandering between fantasy and reality, he could tell the difference between Renly and Andrew, but he was deliberately blurring the line. He knew that he was playing with fire, and a little inattention could lead to burns; but he also knew that he needed this moment to return to the feeling of shooting "Buried Alive", not for performance, but for mentality.

The precarious thrill and excitement of walking on a high-altitude rope is like... just like /sucking/drugs/general, adrenaline bursts out in full, thrilling and exciting, taking life as an adventure, just a little bit of walking It can be shattered if it is wrong, but it is still unstoppable.

More importantly, the reason is clear that this "addiction" must be quit, otherwise it will ruin itself sooner or later, but still can't stop it.

"Ha..." He let out a long sigh, indulged in it, unable to extricate himself, the kind of fun and excitement, the kind of beauty and excitement, people couldn't help but start to reminisce.

Pain and happiness.

This is the best portrayal of Renly right now

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Breathe, breathe again.

"Give me a moment." Renly didn't stand up, didn't move his limbs, still kept awkward movements, leaned on the wall, said softly, then kept his eyes closed, slowly adjusting his own Breathing, the whole person gradually calmed down, as if he was reminiscing about the whole process just now.

The entire crew was silent.

Rooney was faintly aware of the uneasiness. Renly's state was too strange. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say why. Subconsciously, she thought she was thinking too much, but when she turned her head, she saw the worry and confusion in Paul and Ryan's eyes, and when their eyes met, they all had the same idea.

Ryan, who was confused, was only one of the three who was in the worst condition. He didn't understand the situation at all. He raised his chin and gestured to Renly. He couldn't help frowning, as if asking: what happened to him? ?

Then he asked silently, "Heather Cross."

Renly at this moment reminds Ryan again of the time after Heather's death. It is not the state, but the aura, the calm and surging aura, as if a storm is brewing; but the storm has not been able to come, and then it is going to the end of destruction step by step.

Paul also realized this, and his uneasy expression revealed his inner uncertainty, but he was helpless; turning his head, he and Rooney exchanged a look, vaguely seeming to figure out something, but in the end it was still too much. Sure.

At this moment, a feeling of powerlessness arose in the depths of their hearts, because they were not Renly after all, they didn't know enough about Renly's acting style and skills, and they stood by and couldn't help.

Damien, who was standing next to him, had his eyes start to shine. The excitement and excitement on his face became stronger and brighter. He liked the dark temperament of being obsessed with the devil, and the overall temperament of "Boom Drummer". Coincidentally, releasing Andrew's dark side little by little, there is a sense of sight that escapes into purgatory step by step, strange and ghostly, it can't be more perfect.

"Damien, what should we do?"

There was a voice in his ear, Damien turned his head subconsciously, and then saw the wry smile on the face of the drama manager. Looking over the line of sight of the drama manager, Damien saw the sprinkles on the slings and jazz drums. of blood.

That was real blood, not the result of the props group.

There are only a few scattered points, not the kind of blood spilling with extremely strong dramatic tension, but like red plums in the cold winter, blooming proudly in a snowy field, bursting out a strong visual impact, thrilling, airy The faint smell of blood in the air suddenly became substantial.

"This is a rented prop. If so, what should I do?" The drama manager seemed extremely troubled.

Damien's eyes lit up slightly, "This is good, this is good. Just keep it like this." Aware of the surprised look of the drama manager, Damien nodded in agreement, "That's it. Let me think about it, We need to add some shots. Hmm..."

After pondering, Damien realized that the entire scene just now was completed in one go, capturing the shots from four different angles, and recording Renly's performance completely. The editing and transitions of the entire scene are constructed here, and then the close-up shots are further supplemented.

What is certain is that Damien hopes to capture a close-up of Renly's tiger's wound. The more bloody and disgusting it is, the more effective it will be. After Renly's performance just now, the inspiration broke out in an all-round way, and there was a new inspiration for the whole scene.

Damien can't wait to walk to the monitor and start watching the playback.

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Renly was still lying on the ground, the pain was still breaking out, but gradually, gradually, he began to get used to it, the pain nerves seemed to be numb, and the stormy mood gradually calmed down. Involuntarily, the drum beat of "whiplash" appeared in his mind again, and he couldn't help but start thinking about how to practice and how to strike again.

Going crazy, this is the real gossip.

But Renly was enjoying it. His right fingers began to tap the rhythm lightly. The slight movement involved the wound and caused another wave of pain. He didn't care, just adjusted the movement of his fingers and started again It was like hitting a Morse code, trying to figure out the beat of the drum.

That sense of restraint seems to have disappeared.

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