105 Difficult to tell true from false
“The filming of "Buried Alive" went very smoothly, even beyond imagination..
The entire crew's burden is focused on Renly, and other tasks have been streamlined to a minimum. The filming schedule of the crew depends entirely on the quality of Renly's performance. If he is in poor condition and keeps making mistakes in a scene, one card will A few hours, then the whole day's work will be wasted; if he is in good condition and can meet the requirements with just a few simple shots, and even bring surprises, then there is no problem in shooting five to six scenes in one day..
Fortunately, Renly is in excellent shape, even hot..
In less than five days, the shooting progress has been pushed forward by two-thirds, far exceeding expectations. In the next two days at the fastest and four days at the slowest, the movie will be completed smoothly, even for a For an independent film with a small budget, a small space and a small format, this is really incredible..
This is good news for the crew who are strapped for funds. If the filming takes more than two weeks, the existing funds will be exhausted. They have to interrupt the filming and seek additional investment. Once things do not go well, the work may be shelved forever. There is a lot of dust here; but now, the crew can complete the filming within ten days, even leaving more room for later distribution and promotion, which is undoubtedly great news.
The filming work is going smoothly, the entire crew is running at high speed, and even the mercenaries are happy and happy. For them, if the filming goes smoothly and they take the money and leave, this is undoubtedly the most pleasant cooperation experience. There is no need for I don’t need to deal with complex human relations for my extra work. I just need to finish my job and watch the performance. Such an easy job is rare in the current global economic crisis..
But Renly's personal condition is getting worse and worse..
The boundary between reality and illusion in his mind became increasingly blurred, and his sleep quality plummeted. Since the closed experience, he would be awakened by nightmares every night..
In the dream, he was buried under the desert. In the predicament, he used his mobile phone to search for help through various channels, but no one paid any attention. Everyone had indifferent faces, no facial features, no expressions, no emotions, and they responded coldly and uniformly. "Sorry, there's nothing we can do." He was left in the desert waiting for death..
Otherwise, he dreamed that he was tied up and thrown into a deep pit. The terrorists stood at the edge of the pit, grinning, shouting in Persian that he did not understand, and then picked up a shovel and started to deal with him, and the soil fell like a heavy rain. When he came down, his eyes widened with tears, but he couldn't use any strength in his body. He could only watch himself being buried alive, and his despair made his blood become cold and stiff..
After the filming started, this situation became more and more frequent. He might even be woken up two or three times a night. His sleep time and quality were declining at a steep curve. The dark circles under his eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and his eyeballs were also blurred. Covered with bloodshot eyes, even the steps began to become light and airy.
What's worse is that once, after waking up from a nightmare, he became confused and couldn't tell whether he was Renly or Paul. He strongly suspected that he was Paul - only this time, he was successfully saved. , the memory of being buried alive in the desert still haunts him..
Although this situation only happened once, it still made Renly feel a little dazed. During lunch today, he fell asleep while sitting, and then woke up without warning, breaking out in a cold sweat..
After a day of filming, Renly returned to the hotel early and tried to rest, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't sleep. His muscles were sore and tired, but his brain was so clear. In desperation, Renly could only take out the script. , we will start shooting tomorrow. Although the script of "Buried Alive" is not complicated and there are not many lines, the hidden content hidden behind the words is where the actors can play..
Turning and turning, he fell asleep without realizing it. In his groggy sleep, he always felt that something was harassing him. He was very annoyed. He raised his hand and waved it, but found that he couldn't get rid of it at all. It was like It was buzzing in his ears like an annoying fly. He closed his eyes and touched it subconsciously, and then he found a piece of gravel. The stumbling feeling was so real that it startled him, and he suddenly jerked Opening his eyes, he sat up and his head hit the wooden board hard. The sharp pain made him grin, but he had no time to pay attention. He glanced around in a panic, and his breathing stopped in an instant.——
He is in the coffin, and the sand is falling continuously. This is not a hotel room, this is the place where he was buried alive..
Dream, this is a dream, he is Renly Hall, he is sleeping on the hotel bed at the moment, this is just a nightmare. He swallowed his saliva and warned himself, but all this is so real, the sand keeps coming The sound of falling, the weight of more and more gravel on my chest, the dull and hot air that was almost boiling, the flashlight light that flickered on and off, and the vibrating sound of my cell phone that sounded like thunder in my ears.……
Everything was too real, especially the pain coming from his head and arms, which was becoming more and more obvious. He raised his hand and looked at it, and then he saw that the back of his hand was stained with blood, and the phone in his hand was swollen. The ground was vibrating, and memories came rushing back in an instant..
A bomb was dropped just now, the lid of the coffin was cracked, and then the sand fell down like a heavy rain. The mobile phone lost the signal, and his call was forcibly interrupted. The survival instinct in desperate situations burst out. With incredible strength, he tried to plug the crack with his shirt to prevent the sand from leaking out further, but the board finally broke, and the sand sparsely fell to the ground but continued to fall, leaving him less and less time. If he doesn't go out, he really has no chance..
Yeah, he doesn't have much time left.
Seeing the vibrating mobile phone in his hand, the light of hope suddenly ignited. The mobile phone that had lost its signal just now finally rang again. He had to let the outside world know that an accident had occurred in his situation, and the rescue speed had to be accelerated. This was his only chance. vitality.
He immediately pressed the call button without any hesitation, "Hello? Who's there?" He raised the flashlight, and in the milky-yellow light, you could clearly see the fine sand falling down, which was actually kind of sad and beautiful. There was a sense of majesty, but he was in no mood to care about it at the moment. There was eagerness in his voice, as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw..
“Is that Paul Conroy? "The voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried, word by word, and the deliberately clear articulation was extremely slow and unbearable. He had to interrupt the voice directly, "Yes, yes, I am Paul. You Who is it? "He had to raise his hands to tuck the shirt more tightly because the sand was still falling and the situation seemed to be getting worse..
“Paul, this is An-Davenport." The voice on the other end of the phone was still clear and unbearable, "I am the HR Director of CRT Company..”
“Yes, I left you a message." He just hoped that the speed would be faster, and even faster, the sand would still fall, and the phone would run out of battery, not to mention that the signal would still be intermittent..
“Yes, I also heard from Rebecca Browning at the State Department. Can you talk a little bit about where you are now?？”
The slow voice on the phone was really irritating, but he had no time to be angry now, because the speed of the sand falling in front of him could not be slowed down. Under the imminent critical moment of life and death, he had no time to pay attention to the other party, so he just said irritably, "What's worse, there may have been an explosion. The sand has been leaking down now, and it will be filled up in about half an hour." The words were so confusing that he couldn't even organize his words..
“Okay, okay, speak slowly, try to be calm." He rolled his eyes, he was about to die, and the other party actually asked him to calm down, but when he got angry, he gritted his teeth and vented all his anger. In his hands, the shirt was stuffed into the crack bit by bit, which gave him hope. He was fully focused on the work on his left hand and had no time to pay attention to the other party. "Let me ask you, who did you talk to on the phone?"？”
The cracks were finally blocked and the sand finally stopped falling..
“Grass! Does this have anything to do with him? "The irritability surged up, and he couldn't hold it back and cursed. But after all the struggles, he also knew that anger couldn't help at this moment, so he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to let his brain function again. Get up, "Uh, robbers, Dan-Brenner of the Hostage Task Force）……”
“Okay, Paul, I get it, what about the media? I know your kidnapping tape leaked, but have you spoken directly to anyone about it?？”
The other party interrupted him and asked straightforwardly, and he couldn't help but frown - why did the other party want to know this, but he still answered, "No, no, no, no..”
“Okay, okay, okay, okay." The other party was obviously very satisfied with the answer, which made his brows tangled again, but his peripheral vision was always distracted by the slit blocked by his shirt. He had no choice. Focusing on thinking, he noticed something was wrong, but now it was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't care about the details. "If we continue to maintain this state, we need to try to control the impact to the smallest extent.".”
The anger instantly broke through the shackles of the sense of crisis. He hit the fragile lid above his head hard with his left elbow and roared angrily, "The current situation is that I am in his/mother's coffin!" The sand began to fall again due to the violent vibrations. "I think the range is small enough!" He exhausted the last bit of strength in his body. The fear of death, the frustration of being buried alive, and the desire to survive burst out at this moment. To the extreme, "Save me! Save me!" His pupils were completely shattered, and he yelled irrationally, "What the hell are you doing now? How did you help me? Ah? Ah?！”
He was like a drowning man, struggling desperately, but all his strength melted away under the calm water. His body began to sink slowly, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail..
How he wished this was just a nightmare.
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