096 Escape into darkness
Renly closed his eyes and gradually slowed down his breathing. In fact, he was a little worried. He was worried that the environmental simulation and mentality speculation were not enough, that he had no real sense of crisis, and that he would not be able to achieve his original goal. What if it was too stable and too peaceful? Bored, he fell asleep directly. That was just messing around..
But as the coffin board was covered, the close pressure came. Even though the surroundings were dark and there was no trace of light, he could still clearly feel the weight of the heavy board right between his nose. On the ground, the entire living space was oppressed to the extreme, as if even the air began to become thinner. The invisible sense of restraint made people involuntarily start to feel a little anxious..
This is not a fluffy hotel bed or a cramped bathroom in a Parisian apartment..
Renly tried to adjust his posture, but before he could spread out his hands, he hit the wooden board with a "bang". Through the thick cotton, he felt a faint pain in his elbow, and he reflexively raised his calf. , and as a result, his knees hit the board hard - he didn't even know why he raised his legs, but the ubiquitous feeling of narrowness was truly conveyed, and it seemed that he couldn't even turn over..
“"Bang bang bang", a steady rhythm came from the direction above the head, and the whole coffin could feel the slight vibration. Renly knew that it should be the sound of them hammering nails. He carefully raised his fist and punched the top. The wooden plank - the forearm cannot be stretched at all, and can only exert a small amount of force, "Haha, don't nail it too hard, I still want to go out.”
Renly made a little joke in a relaxed mood, but before the sound could be heard, he hit the wooden board and smashed it down hard, buzzing on his eardrums. Unexpectedly, his eyebrows wrinkled. Just like the ultrasonic waves of bats, the space that the sound can detect is also rapidly shrinking..
Uneasiness begins to grow uncontrollably.
Renly took a deep breath, swallowed, and secretly told himself that this meant that his plan was working, and this was the effect he expected. He began to try to concentrate, ignore the distractions around him, and truly enter Paul- Conroy's world.
He is Paul, he wants to continue living, he wants to return to his wife, he wants to return to his children, he does not want to be buried alive like this, the fear of death pinches his heart, he must struggle, he must resist , he must survive, he is Paul Conroy! He was abandoned in the middle of the desert and buried alive. No one even knew he existed.——
A flash of light flashed through his mind, he was buried alive.
Suddenly, the sound of hammering nails came to his ears, like thunder exploding next to his eardrums. His thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and he felt that they were beginning to seal the box, nailing the coffin as he requested. Make sure he can't fight his way out.
First on the left side of the head, and then on the right side of the head, the whole coffin was shaking, making the brain hurt, followed by the left side of the feet and the right side of the steps..
It was finally over. Renly let out a breath, but then the sound came again, this time from the side of his left hand. This was not what he asked for. He just asked for nails to be hammered into the four corners. Why? Are they still going on? Things seemed to be getting weirder and weirder, then it came to the palm side of the right hand, then to the side of the left arm, then to the side of the right arm, to the side of the left calf, to the side of the right calf... It seemed like there was no end, and every direction was about to be nailed..
Is he in a funeral service company or in the middle of the desert? Is he in Barcelona or Iraq? Is he Renly or Paul?.
Under the conscious guidance of his brain, his thoughts began to fall into chaos, and the boundaries between reality and illusion gradually blurred, which made Renly panic..
Don't panic, don't panic! If this is reality, then Matthew is outside and everything will be fine; if this is an illusion, then as long as the dream wakes up, things will return to their original state. So, there is no need for him to worry, right?？
“"Bang bang bang", the sound of hammering nails is endless, it seems to have no end, and now it starts to hammer in the direction of the head again. Wasn't it already nailed there just now?？
Renly raised his head involuntarily and looked in the direction above his head, but... darkness, darkness, darkness, he tried to raise his hand to touch the wall, but his elbow hit the wall again, "F...!" Swear words After the first letter popped out, it was swallowed. He gritted his teeth and touched it with his fingertips, but what he got was just the cold touch of silk, and nothing else..
The panic spread bit by bit, not turbulently, but slowly seeping through like water dripping through stone. Not only did the tension not decrease, but it was also slowly rising. Renly felt that the air seemed to begin to heat up, and his forehead and palms began to Sweating, the wet feeling made his mouth dry, and the indescribable tightness began to spread its tentacles.
Renly struggled a little. On the one hand, he told himself that he had to devote himself to the role of Paul; on the other hand, he couldn't help but think wildly - he only asked for nails to be nailed in the four corners, but why were there so many nails now? It sounds like there are more than ten coins. Did something unexpected happen?？
He raised his hand again and knocked on the coffin, "Matthew?" Renly shouted loudly, and his voice came down loudly again, without getting any response, "Matthew?" Renly raised his voice and shouted, "Charles? Charles!" Renly roared at the top of his lungs, quietly waiting for a response, but... he was still disappointed. Silence, the whole world was silent, and darkness surrounded him like a tide. A suffocating feeling of drowning began to grab his throat, "Matthew Charles Dunlop!" Renly gritted his teeth and issued an ultimatum..
Everything is quiet.
I could only hear my own breathing in my ears, and my hot breathing began to become rapid. Is something wrong? The shop owner took advantage of Cai, subdued Matthew, and then wanted to suffocate him to death? He already signed the waiver anyway, right? Or there may be other accidents, such as a sudden earthquake or a fire, and everyone must leave the scene, so no response has been heard for the time being.？
Or...or maybe he is really trapped in the middle of the desert now. The Iraqi militants kidnapped him, then threw him into a coffin and buried him alive under the desert. He is the only one left now, even if he is God couldn't help him, he was waiting to die alone in the vast desert..
The pounding sound of the heart became louder and louder, as if the chest could be torn apart and exploded at any time. Panic shot up from the soles of the feet to the head. The scalp began to feel numb, and the rapid breathing could not help. The beads of sweat continued to flow. The slide slipped down, and his back was already soaked. He wanted to turn sideways, but his shoulder hit the wall. He couldn't even feel the pain, and his tight muscles didn't react at all..
No, he doesn't intend to wait to die. He will definitely not wait to die quietly..
He began to hit the wooden board above him hard with his shoulder, once, and again, but he was lying down, and his hands and feet were restrained in a limited space. There was no way to exert force. Even if he hit it, it would look like It looks like ants shaking a tree, without much power at all..
But he still didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and hit it again. The whole coffin shook slightly. The slightest hope ignited all the motivation in his heart, tightened the muscles in his whole body, and after curling up to the extreme, his knees and tailbone had already pressed against the wall, and then simulated a spring, released all the power, and hit the board with his shoulder, but it was too hard and he couldn't control it for a moment, and the back of his head hit it directly. The piercing pain made him clenched his teeth. Broken teeth.
Uncontrollable anger began to emerge from the depths of his heart, and he beat the wooden board close to his head with both hands. After all, he could no longer hold back the swear words, "Grass! Grass! Grass!" He used his hands and feet together, Beating and struggling wildly, "Is there anyone? Come on! I'm trapped inside! Is there anyone! Is there anyone?！”
The whole person was like a volcano, erupting continuously, but his struggle was so insignificant. His arms hit the wall before he could stretch, his feet hit the wall before he could stretch out, and his muscles didn't have time to exert force. He hit the wall, and the narrow space held almost all of his explosive power under the water. With all his strength, he couldn't find a point of focus or a driving force, and he was stuck halfway..
The feeling of suffocation burned and exploded uncontrollably. All reason and calmness were burned away, and he was just struggling selflessly. At this time, even if Jesus himself appeared in front of him, he could not stop himself. You can tear him into countless pieces with your bare hands.
“Huh, huh..." The rapid breathing began to surge after exhaustion. After a burst of tightness in the chest, the brain ached faintly. It seemed that there was not much oxygen captured in the hot air, and it started without warning. Nausea, "vomiting." The sound of retching pulled out everything in the stomach, and the strong tea I drank in the morning was immediately vomited out..
He instinctively turned his head and let the vomit go to the side, but he was still half a step too slow. Some of the liquid flowed down his chin and into his neck. The warm and sticky touch did not help at all, and his stomach became even more turbulent. , as if even half of last night’s dinner was tumbling out.
How embarrassed, how embarrassed, how desperate.
He clenched his fist and punched the wall hard, just to vent his inner anger. One after another, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, his teeth were almost broken, "Ahhhh!" He roared and shouted endlessly until his vocal cords began to hurt, draining the last bit of strength from his body. He lay down weakly, finally giving up all struggle and anger, and lay there like a dead corpse..
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