Two hundred and seventieth chapters fans suffocate
This isn't really a movie.
This is a documentary.
Even if the most picky film critic comes here, they can't find any fault with the actors' acting skills.
The sudden explosion made everyone's hearts tremble.
They stare at the screen.
I saw bursts of yellow sand seeping through the cracks of the coffin and flowing down, flying all over the sky in the shaking camera.
There is no extra soundtrack, just the sound of breathing getting louder and faster.
They saw Will Smith staring, but his eyes were all gray.
His eyes, hair, and corners of his mouth were filled with dust, but he seemed unaware, as stiff and dull as a puppet that had lost its soul.
"Mr. Will Smith..."
"Will Smith?"
"Will Smith! Are you okay? Wake up! Mr. Smith..."
"..."
In the looming camera lights, the audience saw a pair of hands appearing on the camera desperately pushing Will Smith.
They heard Zhou Yang yelling anxiously in the camera, his voice getting louder and louder, and even shouting so loud that it shook his eardrums, and finally slapped Will Smith.
"Snapped!"
The slap was so hard that the force of the slap could be felt through the screen.
However, Will Smith on the screen showed no reaction.
He was still dull and confused, his body was constantly shaking as he was pushed, but he held his head tightly, his mouth was uncontrollable, and he gasped for breath as if instinctively. He even sucked in a large amount of sand and dust and rushed into his throat without even noticing...
The panic overflowed from the screen into the screening room, which made several film critics who were about to criticize the movie become violently emotional. Their hearts were drawn into the movie and they forgot everything.
A shuddering feeling seeping from the bone marrow spread throughout the body, making their arms covered with goosebumps.
The thin man who had just walked in from outside subconsciously sat back on his chair and stared at the big screen.
Just one short clip left him breathless.
That's an instinct.
The instinct is wrapped up in the extremely real picture sense.
He seemed to have returned to that year, when he accidentally saw a scene from a movie about people who were afraid of heights, and was so frightened that his face turned pale.
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"Mr. Zhou Yang, don't joke, it's not funny at all."
"..."
"Mr. Zhou Yang, you want to use this method to show me the limit of escape, right? You can't fool me. I have watched your "Saw" and I have watched every detail of that movie. But... you are very good at creating desperate situations for the actors, and then letting them present what you want... I can continue to shoot, I can continue to shoot!"
Dark picture.
Trembling lens.
The trembling voice of Will Smith on the screen was full of pleading, as if he was grasping at the last straw, desperately trying to confirm something.
But unfortunately, the only response to him was Zhou Yang's silence.
Endless silence.
A wave of depression accompanied Will Smith's voice, permeating the entire screening room, infecting the hearts of every audience member.
Some movie fans gritted their teeth, some were breathing rapidly, and some movie fans clenched their fists and turned extremely pale.
Everyone knows that the two people in the camera are not acting.
They were buried alive three meters deep underground.
In the dim light of the screen, Zhou Yilin looked at the bandaged Zhou Yang in disbelief.
He once thought Zhou Yang was hyping up.
But now after seeing the picture, he understood that Zhou Yang was not a hype, but was actually "buried alive" in the true sense.
It is impossible to use such a lens for real photography, let alone to present this sense of reality so vividly.
Even though he knew Zhou Yang and Will Smith had survived, his heart was still beating rapidly.
There were bursts of intense sounds and exclamations from movie fans in the screening room of "Interstellar" next door, but the screening room of "Struggle" was extremely quiet.
Several staff members sneaked in and stood on the edge of the aisle watching the pictures on the big screen...
At first they wanted to see why it was so quiet here, whether there was something wrong with the movie or something...
But when they came in, their eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the movie.
"First block the sand with clothes. The current air can last for more than two hours. If too much sand seeps in, our space will become smaller and smaller... Don't shout for help. The place three meters below is completely
I can't hear the sound..." In the picture, Zhou Yang's calm voice dispelled some of the depressing haze, and also made everyone take a deep breath.
They saw Zhou Yang blocking his mouth and nose with his clothes and frantically chipping away at the coffin lid.
As if inspired by Zhou Yang's calm voice, Will Smith, who was originally in a panic stage, also began to imitate Zhou Yang's example and followed suit by chipping away at the coffin lid.
The regular sound of coffin digging, accompanied by increasingly heavier breathing, stirred the nerves of movie fans.
In the weak photographic light, they could see the cracks!
The cracks in the coffin are getting bigger and bigger!
They saw the wood chips shot out by the camera, and they saw a small cut in the coffin wall.
Chiseling, cutting, drilling!
The more emotional Revere Smith gets on the screen, the faster and faster he gets.
The audience outside the screen also synchronized with Will Smith's emotions, and their breathing became faster and faster!
It was a hope, a hope of escaping.
They saw Will Smith cut a hole about the size of a fist!
However, the picture that appeared on the screen immediately made their breathing stop. They saw a granite slab that was so hard that it could not be cut through no matter how hard it was cut.
They saw Will Smith grabbing his hair with his hands, yelling, cursing, getting angry, and slamming his fists on the granite slab hysterically.
They saw that his fists were bleeding, and the skin on the back of his hands was all broken, and it began to turn into a bloody mess, but they still did not stop, and they continued to punch hard...
His emotions had completely collapsed at this moment.
After the collapse, there was endless despair. They saw Will Smith lying motionless on the coffin, and his increasingly heavy breathing told the audience in front of the screen that he was still alive.
However, his body like a walking corpse and his godless child told everyone that he had given up all struggle and was ready to die.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he began to speak his last words.
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This is a desperate documentary!
Even though Ba Li knew Zhou Yang was still alive, he was still filled with despair deep in his heart.
"Smith, I need your help. Please stretch out your hand and take a photo for me..."
"Are we still alive?"
"As long as the circuit between the coffin and the external oxygen supply system is restored, there is a chance..."
The only thing that made the extremely suppressed emotion in Ba Liming's heart feel better was that Zhou Yang still didn't give up. He was still thinking of ways to dig into various walls and still looking for various possibilities for life.
His calm voice was like a flame in the dark world. Although it was constantly swaying and seemed to be extinguished at any time, at least it made the darkness no longer cold and scary.
"We successfully destroyed three terrorist organization bases today..."
"In this battle, Sergeant Bales performed bravely, but unfortunately, he died in the intensive artillery fire of the terrorist organization..."
"We will mourn this great hero with the highest respect!"
"May God be with him!"
"..."
Baliming saw the movie scene change.
Switching from the despairing claustrophobia underground to the surface.
On the ground, dust was flying and gun smoke filled the air. Several old American soldiers were searching for something in the desert, and corpses were carried out one after another.
The old American soldier at the head had a sad expression on his face.
Under a long lens, in the hazy sand and dust, military vehicles drove past, and the scorched earth was filled with deathly silence.
When the camera switches again.
"Kacha!"
Ba Liming heard the sound of cracking stone slabs in the camera lens, and the layers of cracks at the coffin wall...
Those military vehicles ran over the coffin!
When these words appeared in his mind, his whole body trembled.
More and more sand seeped into the coffin, and the camera lens became extremely blurry. Everyone could only see two silhouettes and bursts of coughing.
When the feeling of the lake got a little better, they saw Will Smith holding his throat and gasping for air. His mouth was full of mud and sand, but he seemed to be unable to feel it.
The sound of increasingly heavy breathing shocked the ears of all viewers.
They saw that Zhou Yang's body was stiff, like a lifeless machine, and he continued to dig into the coffin...
They saw Will Smith's body trembling and the veins popping out in his neck, but he still held the lamp and illuminated Zhou Yang's figure who was constantly striking.
Time passed bit by bit.
They went around and chipped away at the coffin's cracks more and more slowly, like a rusty machine.
Finally, they saw Zhou Yang's arm suddenly stop without warning, and then they saw Zhou Yang's head tilted to the side, as if he had lost his life due to lack of oxygen.
The audience couldn't breathe!
The few film critics who were going to criticize "Struggle" were even more stunned.
They saw Zhou Yang suddenly burst out and stabbed his arm with a knife. Shocking blood flowed out of his arm. They could even vaguely see Bai Sen's bones, and the wound was even more ferocious and terrifying.
Waves of exclamations broke the silence of the entire screening room.
An Xiao, who was sitting next to Zhou Yang, suddenly covered her mouth, tears uncontrollable, and her heart kept trembling.
he……
it turns out……
it turns out!
In order to keep myself sane, I actually did this...
"winter"
"winter!"
"winter!"
On the screen, Will Smith was unconscious, and the light on the screen began to become extremely dim...
Ba Liming looked in shock at the figure who continued to dig desperately in the dim light.
Although it has been bandaged, the entire coffin wall is vaguely filled with dark red donated blood...
Moreover, it did not stop, but continued to flow bit by bit.
"line!"
"The wires are here, the resistors are here..."
"No multimeter..."
"Circuit diagram..."
"..."
There was no light visible on the screen, but everyone could hear Zhou Yang muttering to himself, using a lot of professional terms that only people with electronic information majors would know.
They couldn't see clearly what Zhou Yang was doing. They only knew that Zhou Yang's hand stretched out of the coffin, desperately grasping the last chance and connecting the wires.
Time passes bit by bit...
Zhou Yang's figure moves more and more slowly, and the voice in his mouth becomes softer and softer...
Then, they saw Zhou Yang's body suddenly hanging down and submerging into the endless darkness.