In the nightmare, Zhou Yang put shackles on his body in the name of making a movie, and then dragged him into the dark and foul-smelling bathroom.
He screamed, he called for help everywhere, even begged...
But it was of no use. Zhou Yang kept a grin on his face from beginning to end, holding a scalpel and dissecting a struggling Trent on the operating table next to him.
Zhou Yang dissected Trent's internal organs, took out the beating heart, put it in his mouth and chewed it, while bright red juice flowed from the corners of the Oriental director's mouth.
"It's not tender enough..."
While chewing, he nodded and commented, then looked at him with a faint look, and approached him step by step.
In the dream, he struggled with all his strength, but the shackles restrained him from beginning to end, and the smell of blood around him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger...
He saw the Oriental director squatting down and then narrowing his eyes into a thin line at him.
"Whether it's better to eat the liver first or the heart first, that's a question..." He heard Zhou Yang mutter to himself, but his eyes were admiring the way he was struggling in fear, and he mentioned something by the way.
: "Fear is the best food for the human body. Don't worry, I won't eat you all at once. I will slowly scrape off your skin, and then...hehe."
Zhou Yang's strange and ferocious laughter sounded in the bathroom, lingering in his ears over and over again like a demon.
Cruise woke up instantly.
After waking up, Cruise was covered in cold sweat. He looked around and found that he was still lying in the crew dormitory. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his crazy beating heart finally calmed down a little...
Carefully recalling the scenes in the dream, he found that every detail was horrifyingly real.
He touched his heart and finally lowered his head.
"The role of the cannibal doctor was originally assigned to this Eastern director. I heard that Christian discovered some potential in this director..."
He once again recalled in his mind that tonight, some people around him were secretly discussing this matter.
He knew that this sentence was the source of his nightmare.
Although Cruise, who was sitting on the bed, knew that he had just had a nightmare, he felt chilled all over his body. When he lay on the bed again, he found that he could not fall asleep no matter what.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would think of the oriental man in the nightmare holding a scalpel and chewing his heart bit by bit.
"Dongdongdong!"
A sudden knock on the door instantly made him jump out of bed. He stared at the door: "Who!"
"Cruise, it's me!"
When he heard Trent's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, then got out of bed and walked to the door to open the door.
Trent's face was pale and he seemed very ugly. He walked into Cruise's room and immediately closed the door and locked it.
"What's the matter, Trent?"
"I just kept hearing the sound of someone sharpening a knife next to me. It was the kind of sound that comes from grinding a knife on a stone. But when I walked out, I couldn't see anyone. I doubt it.
I heard hallucinations, or saw ghosts..." When Trent said this, his eyes were red, and he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes: "This crew is really weird, everyone seems weird.
, they seemed to be trying their best to hide something, they were just making a low-budget movie, how could it be so mysterious?"
"Is this... going to exaggerate the atmosphere to get us into the drama earlier?"
"At least let us read the script first!"
"Yes!" Cruise nodded.
The anomalies in the crew began to make people feel more and more uneasy.
The two of them stayed in the same dormitory until the next morning...
In the morning, when the two of them walked out of the dormitory, they suddenly discovered that their food was better than that of other staff members, and there was a sense of differential treatment.
At the same time, there are additional desserts after the meal.
After eating dessert with uneasiness, they looked around the set again and found that there were fewer and fewer staff on the set, and instead there were a few doctors.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the doctors kept whispering after seeing the two of them.
When the two men ran over to ask, the two doctors shook their heads again, as if they were trying their best to hide something.
After lunch...
Cruise suddenly received a call from Zhou Yang, and then came to Zhou Yang's office alone.
The afternoon sun shines through the window into this small office.
When the Oriental director saw him, he didn't speak to him immediately. Instead, he looked at him with a very strange look. It wasn't until he looked at him that his hair got hairy. Then the Oriental director withdrew his gaze and started to fuck him lamely. English showed a smile: "Mr. Cruise, how much do you love movies? Do you regard movies as a way to make money, or do you regard them as an art?"
"Mr. Zhou Yang, I...I love filmmaking, and I want to become a Hollywood star!" Even though Cruise thought it was strange for Zhou Yang to ask this question, he still answered seriously.
"How much will you sacrifice to make a movie?" the mysterious Eastern director asked again.
After hearing this question, Cruz suddenly felt a chill on his spine and his heart started beating faster again.
He didn't know what the director meant by asking this question, so he didn't answer.
"Don't get me wrong, "Saw" is strictly speaking the first movie I personally directed. I take this movie very seriously. I hope to present certain shots and capture them in a very serious and realistic way. Some of the actors’ true emotions..." Zhou Yang looked at Cruise and explained very patiently.
"Mr. Zhou Yang, I want to read the script..."
"The most important thing about a movie to me is not the script..."
"what is that?"
"Feeling, I need a feeling." Zhou Yang thought for a moment and then replied.
"I do not understand."
"It's okay, Mr. Cruise. If it doesn't harm you personally, will you allow the crew to suddenly do something inexplicable and beyond your expectation?"
"On the condition that it doesn't hurt me personally?"
"yes!"
"There won't be any physical harm?"
"There is no guarantee, no matter what movie you make, there is no guarantee of any injury, but at least after the movie, your body will be sound, and your hands and feet will not be broken... Of course, there is no guarantee that you will scratch your skin. "Zhou Yang looked at Cruise with a smile.
"If that's the case, I can accept this." Although he felt that the smile on Zhou Yang's mouth was getting more and more frightening, Cruise still nodded: "But, can you guarantee that I will not be seriously injured?"
"We can sign an agreement. This is the agreement I prepared for you."
"Oh, okay." When he saw Zhou Yang taking out an agreement and pushing it in front of Cruise, Cruise read it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he signed the agreement.
, after signing the agreement, Cruise looked at Zhou Yang: "Mr. Zhou Yang, when will the filming of the movie start?"
"No need to prepare anything. Well, there may be a lot of things tomorrow morning, so I hope you have a good sleep tonight..."
"What about the script?"
"I will give you the script tomorrow. All you have to do now is have a good rest. There will be too many things tomorrow."
"OK!"
Although he felt that this Eastern director did things mysteriously, Cruise finally nodded.
Then he seriously inquired about the situation of the "Saw" crew with that kind of anxiety. After confirming that "Saw" was indeed a movie, it was impossible for him to do any experiments in the name of making a movie.
I felt relieved.
Every director has a different style of making movies. In the 1970s, a director named Hilkirk once made a horror film called "Ghost in the Bed". In order to pursue the authenticity of the film, he even went to the hospital in the middle of the night to pursue the authenticity of the film.
Scare the sleeping actors in the actors' dormitory.
This Eastern director deliberately exaggerates some strange atmospheres to make people feel more immersed. If you think about it carefully, this is quite normal.
When he walked out of the office, Trent happened to walk over. The two greeted each other and then passed each other.
For the next half day, everything on the set went very normally. Except for a slightly richer dinner, there seemed to be no difference.
but……
After dinner, the two of them suddenly felt very tired. Cruise, who usually liked to watch short movies, suddenly found that he had lost interest. When he climbed into bed, he closed his eyes without taking off his clothes.
He soon fell into a deep sleep.
Cruise felt like he was having a long dream. In the dream, he seemed to be moved by someone, and he seemed to hear waves of unspeakable comments in his ears.
He wanted to wake up, but for some reason, his eyelids became heavier and heavier. He couldn't wake up, but he slept more soundly.
I don’t know how long it took...
He suddenly felt a foul smell in his nose.
Then he opened his eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I suddenly found that my surroundings were completely dark, and I seemed to be in a strange world.
He shook his head.
Then he looked blankly at the dark world...
At one point he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.
However, the cold ground told him that he was not dreaming.
"anyone there?"
"Hello, is anyone there?"
He stood up subconsciously and wanted to walk, but when he took a step forward, he suddenly found that his feet felt an indescribable heaviness. Then he struggled subconsciously and felt a little pain in his steps.
In the darkness, he bent down and touched his ankle...
etc!
This is……
Shackles?
After confirming something, he shrank and his eyes suddenly widened!