Seeing that the actor got the mobile phone, the audience became more and more curious.
Soon, the male protagonist picked up his cell phone, and his first thought was to call the police.
"Hello, this is the alarm station!"
"Hello, I'm buried!" the actor said immediately.
"Come and save me, I can't breathe."
But the police officer over there was obviously confused: "What?"
"I'm buried in a coffin, come and save me!" the actor continued.
The shot here is shot from above, and you can see the male protagonist lying alone in the coffin.
"Send someone to find me..."
"I'm sorry, can you speak more slowly?" the police officer over there said, a little surprised.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Paul Lin!"
"Okay, Mr. Lin, can you tell me your address?" the other party said.
"I don't know, I'm in the coffin! I told you!" Paul Lin said while coughing.
"I don't know where I am, please come and save me quickly, I'm so scared!"
"Did you just say that you were in the coffin?" the police officer asked again.
"Yes!" he said.
"An old-fashioned wooden coffin!"
"Are you at a funeral home?" the other party asked.
"No! I don't know, no!" He didn't know how to describe it.
"Then why are you calling me now?" Obviously the other party didn't believe it!
"What?" Paul Lin was confused.
"If you were buried in a coffin, then what did you use to call me?" the police station asked again.
"Use a mobile phone, there is a mobile phone in the coffin!" Paul Lin continued.
"Did you make the call on your cell phone?"
"Yes!"
"No, it's not my cell phone, but the call was indeed made with a cell phone!" He said incoherently.
"When you climbed in, was there a mobile phone inside?" the police station asked again.
"Yes, what? I didn't climb in!" He explained quickly.
"Then how did you get into the coffin?" Apparently the other person still doesn't believe that he was really buried in the coffin.
In the screening room, everyone was a little dumbfounded.
But if you think about it carefully, is there anything wrong with this logic?
It's definitely no problem.
Because these days, some people do report false police reports!
But being buried in a coffin and having a cell phone calling the police is a bit illogical no matter how you think about it.
I can't really blame the person who answered the police station for asking so many questions.
"I was put in here!" he explained.
"Put in a coffin?"
"Yes, help me!"
"You mean the coffin was buried?"
"Yes!"
"I'm a truck driver, it's very hot here, I can't breathe!" Lin Paul sweated more and more, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.
"Do you know your position?" the other party asked again.
"I don't know! It should be in Baku!" he said somewhere.
"you do not know?"
"Yes, I am a truck driver, a truck driver for Baka. They were all killed in the attack in Baku," he continued.
"Who was killed?"
"All other drivers!"
"You mean there was an attack in Baku?"
"Yes, please can you listen to me carefully? The person we were delivering to gave me a phone number and put it in my wallet, but I can't find it now!"
"Sorry, Mr. Lin, but this is the police station of Ohio...! You said you were in another country. I don't know how you got here. If you are willing, I can help you transfer it.
Get called to our Sheriff’s Office!”
"You don't understand, forget it!"
He hung up the phone and took a look. There were only two bars of battery left on his phone!
He picked up his cell phone and dialed his home number.
However, the result was only a phone message box, and no one answered it at all.
"Linda, it's me. You call the police for me right away. Just tell them that I was attacked in Baku and let them find me. You must help them find me!"
Then he called his wife Linda again, but the result was still a message in the mailbox!
"Linda, call me back right away. Call this number. It's urgent!"
"Just call the number I gave you! I don't know what happened. I'm buried in a coffin. I can't breathe here. Call me as soon as possible! Please!"
He hung up the phone, looked at the flickering flames, and then closed the lighter cap!
Suddenly, the theater and the big screen were plunged into darkness again.
Only his occasional coughing and wheezing.
Finally he couldn't help it anymore and called to ask for the number of the investigation bureau.
"In which city is the investigation bureau? Anywhere is fine, as long as it is the investigation bureau! Sir, I have the number of the investigation bureau in... and other regions!"
"It doesn't matter, any city is fine, as long as it's the Bureau of Investigation number!"
"Sorry, sir, this is not allowed!"
"Then Chicago!" he yelled angrily!
"Sir, there is no need for you to get angry!" The person on the other end of the phone was still calm and calm, which was in sharp contrast to Paul Lin's impatience.
"Please wait a moment! The phone number you want to query is..."
He took out the pen he found on his body and copied the number on the coffin board.
"Press 1 to be connected directly. There will be an additional fee of 25 cents!"
The audience in the screening room was both angry and amused.
But this is reality!
He pressed 1 immediately!
Directly dialed the number of the Bureau of Investigation.
"This is Agent Harry!"
"Is it the Bureau of Investigation?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, I'm in Baku and I'm buried in the desert. Please save me!" he said quickly.
"Speak slowly, when were you in Baku?"
"Now!"
"I'm here now, I'm a truck driver, I work for CRT, I've been in Baku for nine months!"
"May I have your name?"
"Paul Lin!"
"Okay, then tell me what's going on!"
"Well, me and other convoy drivers were transporting some kitchen supplies to a community center, and then some kids threw rocks at our trucks, and then a bomb went off in front of our vehicle, destroying one of the trucks.
Then a group of people rushed out from behind the house and shot at us in the street!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Have you been shot?" Agent Harry on the other end of the phone asked.
"I don't know, I was at the back of the motorcade. I seemed to have been hit in the head by a stone and fainted! I can't remember what happened next! When I woke up, I was tied in a coffin!" he explained.
.
"Who put you in?" Harry asked.
"I guess they are the ones who ambush us!"
"Those kids?"
"No, it's a group of people with guns! It's on the street. If they see us, shoot! Damn!"
"Didn't you say you didn't shoot at you?"
"No, shoot them!" Paul Lin said angrily after hearing Harry's words.
He couldn't understand why the other party couldn't understand what he meant.
It's obviously very simple!
"Don't get angry!"
"I'm angry because you don't have ears! Come and save me! Okay, okay!" Suddenly he calmed down and remembered that he was still asking for help.
"Can you locate my location through GPS or mobile phone?" he asked again.
However, the other person asked again: "Why didn't they shoot you?"
"I don't know, I just know that they didn't shoot me!"
"What's your ID number?" Harry asked again.
"Why are you asking this? Why do you care about the number at this time? I am buried in the desert. I am a citizen of the beautiful country. Please send someone to rescue me!" He almost collapsed.
"Did you know..." However, at this moment, the cell phone signal disappeared.
He couldn't help but cursed loudly again.
"Shit, fuck!"
He quickly took a lighter, lit the fire, and began to search for a signal location in the small coffin.
Finally the cell phone had signal again.
This time, he called back to the CRT company where he worked!
After a series of speechless words, the other party finally helped him get through to the head of the human resources department.
However, it turned out that the other party was still a voicemail. After he told his story and asked for help, there was a hang-up sound from the other side.
He collapsed and punched and kicked the coffin.
Use this to vent your despair!
After a long time, he calmed down again, and suddenly he remembered that when he found the mobile phone, it was because there was a call coming in.
He quickly picked up the phone and saw the phone number.
He wrote the number on the coffin board and called it!
The phone was connected, and on the other side was the person who kidnapped him and buried him in a coffin.
"Are you still angry?" But he couldn't understand the language spoken on the other side at all.
"I don't know what you're talking about? Who are you?"
"People from beautiful countries can't breathe!"
"I can't breathe, please help me out!"
"come out?"
"Yes, yes, save me!"
"Soldier?"
"No, I'm not a soldier, I'm a truck driver, just a truck driver for a contractor company!"
"contractor?"
"Yes, contractor! That's all, not a soldier!"
"Darkwater?"
"No, not from Blackwater! Not from the security company, just a truck driver!" He explained quickly.
"Are you from the beautiful country?"
"right!"
"Then you are a soldier!"
"I didn't bring a gun, but you still shot at us!"
"Hit me on the head and throat, and you won't be able to lie anymore!"
"No, I didn't lie, we are all drivers!"
"What car do you drive?"
"Trucks, the trucks you often see transporting daily necessities, those are us, not soldiers, but truck drivers!" Paul Lin said quickly.
"Five million dollars!" the other party said.
"What?"
"Pay me five million before nine o'clock tonight, or you can bury it like a dog!" the other party said.
"Five million dollars? From whom?"
"Your family!"
"My family doesn't have five million. If I had money, I wouldn't come to Baku."
“Or the embassy!”
But the other party's words reminded him that he could also seek help from the embassy.
"Yes, yes, ask the embassy. As long as you let me out, the embassy will give you the money!" he said quickly.
"Nine o'clock in the evening, five million!" The other party hung up the phone after saying that.
This made him even more desperate!
He knew he had to save himself.
After a long time, he started holding a lighter and began to look around.
His breathing was faster than before, and it was obvious that he didn't have much time.
But he still didn't find a way to save himself. He could only look at his phone again. This time, he called a friend.
However, the other party also forwarded it to the message box.
Just after he finished asking her to help find his wife and tell her that he had been kidnapped, the other person answered the phone.
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm looking for Linda, where is she?"
"I don't know, I haven't contacted her for a day! What's wrong with you?"
"Do you have a computer around you?"
"Yes, what?"
...
However, because he was too impatient, the other party hung up the phone directly.
This made him more and more anxious and angry. When a person is desperate, he cannot control his emotions.
After that, after he calmed down, he called the other party again. This time, the other party found the number of the White House and gave it to him.
After he got through, he told them his situation, but what he found out was that the other party said it was impossible to pay ransom to the terrorists.
Fortunately, the other party gave him another number, indicating that the other party was the person responsible for the affairs of that place.
The irony is that the people in the white house reminded him not to contact the media!
"Why?"
"That will only make things worse!"
"Nonsense, you are just doing it for yourself! You will only confirm the situation before taking action!"
Both sides talk like chickens and ducks.
But the other party is right about one thing, this is not the time for debate.
He still called the person in charge of the Baku region.
"So, you were buried in a coffin?"
"Yes. An old coffin!"
"A lot. Since you can receive mobile phone signals, I guess you won't be buried too deep. How much battery is left on your mobile phone?" the other party asked.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There is less than half left!" He took a look and said!
"Okay, you need to save battery. The best way for us to find you is to track your location through mobile phone signals! Should the mobile phone be set to vibrate or ring?" the other party asked again.
"shock!"
"If you set it as a ringtone, it will save more power!"
"What to do with the lighter?"
"Do you have a lighter?"
"Yes!"
"Use it to light up and look around, looking for signs and things like that!"
As a result, Paul Lin asked him: "Won't it consume oxygen?"
"Don't worry about this yet, use it to find it!"
"But without a lighter, it will be very dark in here!"
"I understand, Paul, looking for clues as to where that coffin was made!"
"You must be quick!"
"We'll do it as soon as possible!"
"Do you know there are survivors?" Paul Lin asked.
"In your convoy?"
"right!"
"It's not clear yet!"
"I just want to support my family, I didn't expect such a situation to happen here!" He felt a little aggrieved.
"We didn't expect that!"
At this moment, the kidnapper called.
"He called!"
"Kidnapper?"
"Yes, what should I do?" he asked for help.
"Do you know his phone number?" The person on the other end was a little surprised.
"Yes!"
"tell me!"
"But I need to answer the phone!"
"Tell me your number first!"
"The other party is going to die!"
"It's okay, just answer the phone!"
He quickly answered the phone: "Two hours, four minutes!"
He glanced at the time and saw that the other party was right!
"You need to give me a little more time!"
"Have you talked to the embassy? Will you pay me?"
"Yes, I'm looking for someone! I'm looking for the authorities, but they won't pay! They said they won't negotiate with terrorists!"
"Terrorist? You say I am a terrorist?"
"You are a terrorist, bastard!" Perhaps because he thought he was about to be rescued, he cursed like this.
