Chapter two hundred and sixty fifth life and death
The originally small space became even smaller after a while of squeezing.
The quality of the coffin was very good. It was not crushed, but cracked...
More and more yellow sand seeped in bit by bit from the gaps, and even with my clothes, I couldn't stop it.
The space became extremely hot, and Zhou Yang was covered in sweat. Fortunately, there was plenty of mineral water to prevent him from becoming dehydrated...
He has obviously felt a little short of breath, and he is getting closer and closer to the critical point of 12%.
The time on the phone shows 19:30.
There is still a signal, but it still cannot make any calls to the outside world, as if it has become a decoration.
The situation is very bad.
Will Smith lay motionless on the other side of the coffin, his heavy breathing revealing his fear and anxiety, which further proved that he was still alive, at least at this moment.
Zhou Yang did not give up, but continued to use the knife to carve beside the coffin. While carving, he used his clothes to cover his nose and water. Regular sounds continued to reach Will Smith's ears.
After about a few seconds, Will Smith's body shook slightly, and he stood up and picked up his phone as if he thought of something.
The camera of the mobile phone shone on his face. He hesitated for a moment and finally began to speak his last words.
"If, one day, I can see the light of day again..."
"I hope someone can bring this video to Matthew and Louis, they are my dearest children..."
"I have always been proud of you..."
"Cough, cough!"
He suddenly began to cough violently, and more and more sand seeped into the coffin, creating waves of dust. In this hellish world, Will Smith felt that his throat was full of sand and thin oxygen. He couldn't speak anymore. He gasped for air, but no matter how hard he breathed, he couldn't get enough. He pushed the coffin hard, but it became more and more weak.
"Smith, I need your help. Please stretch out your hand and take a photo for me..."
The camera light was not bright enough, so Zhou Yang carved out a small hole, which was just big enough for a few fingers to stick out.
"Are we still alive?"
Will Smith turned on the strong light on his mobile phone and asked this question.
"As long as the circuit between the coffin and the external oxygen supply system is restored, there is a chance..."
"I just heard something driving over our heads..."
Will Smith said this.
No matter how powerful the internal oxygen supply system is, it must be connected to the upper one.
There was obviously a big explosion up there, and it was hit by something shortly after the big explosion. Whether the oxygen supply system could be used or not was a question.
After hearing this, Zhou Yang's expression changed slightly, but then he continued to use the knife to cut the direction of the circuit board.
Will Smith gritted his teeth and finally used his mobile phone to illuminate the direction in which Zhou Yang was cutting.
Dead silence...
fear……
Depressed...
All kinds of emotions swept through his heart, and time passed bit by bit, as if every second was consuming all kinds of time.
19:35.
Will Smith began to have trouble breathing. He opened his mouth desperately, as if he wanted to suck in everything he could, even if his mouth was filled with sand and dust, he didn't seem to care.
He heard the sound of digging began to slow down and become a little irregular. Zhou Yang's body was very stiff, like a rusty machine that would stop at any time.
19:45.
Will Smith's lungs twitched violently, and he felt a pressure that was about to burst. He didn't know when a buzzing sound started to sound in his ears. He greedily breathed in all the air, and his whole body drooped silently. Come down.
However, he still stretched out his arms and let the light of his mobile phone shine on Zhou Yang's side.
He saw that Zhou Yang stopped chiseling the coffin wall.
But...
"God, you, you... what are you doing!"
His childishness shrank!
He was shocked when he saw Zhou Yang suddenly reaching for his arm with a knife and stabbing his arm hard. Then, bright red blood flowed out of his arm.
After a simple bandage, he remained silent and continued to dig into the wall as if he hadn't heard any sound at all.
Will Smith was shocked deep in his heart. The shocking blood dyed Zhou Yang's clothes red, and the wounds were ferocious and terrifying.
19:51.
Will Smith's vision began to blur, the buzzing in his ears became more intense, and he vaguely seemed to hear strange sounds one after another.
He shook his head violently, but his thoughts became increasingly confused, and he even felt like hallucinations were appearing in front of his eyes.
He opened his mouth more and more, but no matter how much he opened his mouth, the oxygen he sucked in was not enough!
His whole body was extremely weak!
The whole person fell into a state of being sometimes awake and sometimes hallucinating. His toes were hooking in uncontrollably, and his lungs seemed to explode.
He could no longer tell where he was.
"Snapped!"
Vaguely, he heard a strange sound, and then he couldn't tell whether the sound was an illusion or reality.
He couldn't hold the phone anymore, and his body was desperately hitting the coffin lid due to lack of oxygen.
His hands twitched at first, then they convulsed wildly, his eyes widened, and his fingers couldn't help but scratch the coffin lid over and over again. Even after his fingertips were pierced by wooden thorns, he still didn't stop.
He no longer feels pain.
The intensity of his struggle went from being extremely fierce at the beginning, to gradually calming down, becoming more instinctive, and finally becoming gentle...
He finally lost consciousness, and the endless darkness accompanied by sand and dust swallowed his body. Even after he fainted, he still opened his mouth.
19:55.
The camera was still working, shining on the corner where Zhou Yang cut open the coffin and touched the line by feeling in the yellow sand.
Zhou Yang's face was livid from holding back, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, but he was still shaking his arms over and over in the darkness...
19:58.
Under the camera, Zhou Yang finally lowered his head and lay all over the sand. He did not twitch like Will Smith, but clenched his fists and the veins in his neck popped out.
He even tried desperately to scratch the wound with his hands.
It was as if he was forcing himself to stay awake.
19:59.
The photography device between the coffins suddenly went dark after recording this scene.
It's officially out of battery.
As the lights dimmed, the light of the camera filming Zhou Yang on the other side also flickered, and finally dimmed.
It's also out of battery.
Only a few mobile phones tied in advance were still diligently recording the scene in the coffin from various angles.
And the light of Will Smith's lighting phone that fell on the ground happened to shine on Zhou Yang's body...
It showed Zhou Yang's blood flowing out and his chest that was constantly rising and falling!
20:03.
Waves of dust rose up in the coffin, and then the dust became bigger and bigger...
The oxygen supply equipment in the hidden part of the coffin began to operate slowly, and the faint sound of wind could be heard.
Blood stained Zhou Yang's whole body. Zhou Yang's body was shaking violently, his breathing rate was getting higher and higher, and his chest was rising and falling more and more.
20:10.
In the cell phone video, Zhou Yang was desperately trying to change positions, while on the other side, after the internal power battery was connected, the camera that was originally turned off came on again and started a new round of work.
In the small space, the sound of breathing was heavy, but the feeling of suffocation was relieved a lot.
Zhou Yang slowly got up and took a swig of water. Then he gave Will Smith the water and stuffed it into Will Smith's mouth.
Will Smith coughed, woke up faintly, and then looked at himself in disbelief.
"I still...cough, cough..."
Countless silt was in his throat, stomach, and nose. He began to vomit continuously and burst into tears...
After vomiting, he breathed in the air greedily and felt like he was alive again.
"Praise God! Damn it, I should praise you, Mr. Zhou Yang!"
Will Smith looked around and cried with excitement.
Zhou Yang bandaged his hand. When his mood calmed down, he looked at the coffin and saw more and more dust.
The crisis has not passed yet. Because the coffin was damaged, sand and dust seeped in from all directions, and sooner or later the two of them would be buried...
"What should we do?" Will Smith looked at Zhou Yang. At this moment, he ignited a glimmer of hope for life.
Zhou Yang observed the sand seeping in from all directions and was silent for a long time.
He had watched "Buried Alive" and even searched on the Internet for self-rescue methods after being buried alive, but obviously, these methods were not applicable here.
In the end, Zhou Yang stared at the hole he had dug so hard. After hesitating for a long time, he thought that there was no stone wall in that place, and it should be all sand...
"Find a way to dig out this place, Mr. Smith, help me put the soil on the other side...I will dig out the hole bigger, and then we can go out!"
"good!"
Perhaps with hope of survival, Will Smith began to desperately use all means to block the seeping sand, and on the other side he kept pushing the sand to the other side, trying not to block the opening of the oxygen supply equipment.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Yang cut a big hole in the coffin, stretched out his hand, and was about to pull it out, when his originally hopeful expression began to stiffen.
There……
There is a large broken stone.
He pushed the stone hard in the yellow sand, but he did not expect that the stone would not move at all.
silence!
Endless silence.
Zhou Yang turned his head, sighed, looked at Will Smith, and was about to say something...
"boom!"
The ground shook again, and the oxygen supply system was instantly disconnected. Zhou Yang frantically picked up something and pressed it down, but countless yellow sand still seeped in in a crazy manner. No matter how they tried to stop it, they couldn't stop it...
In the end, he used his body to block the seeping yellow sand, which made things a little better.
But at this time, the living space is getting more and more squeezed, and the air becomes thin again.
The aura of despair permeated this small space of less than three square meters...