A fatal crisis like infection.
"... But these legs are abolished." The r country officer shook his head very regretfully. Looking down at his feet condescendingly, Su Dingbang was already so frightened that he felt weak and collapsed on the ground.
"Jun Su!" The officer of the country leaned down slightly and looked at this man in front of him with compassion. He was once a vigorous and noble man, but now he is like a puddle of mud limp under his feet.
He just said that the things of killing, bloodshed and sacrifice are not suitable for these rich children who only know the wind and the snow, and have never suffered.
r This officer slowly raised one of Su Dingbang’s hands. The slender and white palms were covered with sweat and some dirty blood: "I heard that Su Jun likes playing the piano. We have a punishment here, which is The sharpened bamboo sticks were slammed into the nails fiercely. I wonder if these hands will be able to play the piano then?"
The hand that was grasped by the officer of country r shrank suddenly and clenched into a fist tightly. It seems that hiding your fingers in your palms can avoid those terrible things.
r A look of contemptuous, weak Chinese people flashed in the eyes of this officer!
He stood up and walked to the underground party in his spare time: "This gentleman, I admire your will very much. We are in this empire and admire such talents as Mr. the most. As long as you promise to surrender. I swear, you will enjoy it right away. To the best treatment. Prosperity and wealth, high-ranking officials and generous salaries, are at your fingertips."
"But if you don't understand, then we'll be electrocuted next." The officer glanced at the bruised underground party: "In your current state, if you sit on an electric chair, it may be difficult to survive. But before you die. , You will endure the most unbearable pain in the world."
The pain was so painful that the heart-piercing underground party was convulsed every time he breathed. He knew that he was almost unable to hold it, and he must not be able to withstand the electric shock. His eyes were godless, and he moved his eyes slightly, looking at Su Dingbang, who had been paralyzed on the side before being tortured.
He will definitely rebel.
The lips of the underground party hummed.
"What?" The officer leaned over to the underground party.
"I surrender..." a faint voice sounded.
r There was a touch of disappointment in the officer's eyes. He also thought how hard the bones of this Chinese man could be. The result is nothing more than that.
He stood upright, but the adjutant handed him a towel to wipe his hands, and asked casually: "Name?"
The underground party did not answer. He was just twitching all over, crying and tearing, and his lower lip was shaking. But there was no sound.
He was really ashamed of his own defect.
r The officer did not speak, but patiently waited until the underground party calmed down, and asked again: "Name."
"... I, need, treatment." The underground party swallowed hard, breathless.
r When this officer saw this, he was afraid that the underground party would not be able to survive. Had to order his subordinates to take him for treatment, but he couldn't get out anyway.
The untied underground party allowed r himself to walk out of the torture room. When passing by the officer, everyone was wary that he would suddenly violent, and the underground party was honestly taken away. Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that they really wanted to surrender.
No one thought that when r himself was passing by Su Dingbang with the underground party, the honest underground party suddenly violently broke free and threw himself directly on Su Dingbang's body, clasping Su Dingbang's neck with his hands tightly.
"Pull them away!"
However, the strength of the underground party is too great and its obsession is deeper. He actually wanted to kill himself more, but he couldn't let Su Dingbang live. This person's heart xi_ng is too weak, he will definitely rebel. Then the organization will be dangerous.
"Trash!" Seeing a group of people punching and kicking can't pull away the underground party and Su Dingbang, and Su Dingbang has been pinched until he rolls his eyes. r The officer raised his gun furiously and fired two shots at the underground party.
The underground party who was lying on Su Dingbang stiffened, and his hands were loosened. Before he died, he looked at Su Dingbang with regret in his eyes, his lips humming. It was a silent sorry.
He knew that Su Dingbang was innocent. But when the nation was in danger, he could not let an innocent person survive and let the organization bear the exposed
risk.
But he has nothing to do.
Su Dingbang, who finally escaped from death, ran away from the underground party, clutching his throat, coughing violently, sweating profusely and tearing down his face. Looking at the deadly comrades with horror.
r The officer put down his gun with great regret: "What an admirable enemy. Send to the mass grave to feed the dogs."
r This officer took out a handkerchief and wiped his right hand, walked to Su Dingbang, showing a polite but sordid smile: "Now, it's your turn."
"Cut!" The camera finally freezes on the tense smile of the officer. Zhou Hong yelled his sound card with satisfaction, and jumped up first to the next party, draping his army coat with hands and feet. No way, it's too cold. There are yi-n and ch_ao on the ground, and his old bone can't stand it.
Old cold legs are about to commit. So he just really hurt. It hurts and sweats.
Make-up artists and assistants hurried in, touch up makeup, and send hot water. Gou Rixin helped Tao Mu get up and put on his army coat. But Tao Mu thoughtfully walked to the monitor and watched the replay again and again.
His complexion is not pretty.
Even the actor can only say that his acting skills are above the standard. If you really talk about Biao operas, you may not be able to surpass all year round acting. They can often create classic characters, even listed in the Beijing Film textbook, but are too lazy to win various public relations awards.
Tao Mu's situation is similar now. His acting skills are indeed above the standard, but that's all. Even Wen Bao, who is talented and just freshman, can act in a scene that suppresses him everywhere, not to mention those who have long integrated acting skills into their bones, and are well-rounded.
And the most criticized thing about Tao Mu's acting is that he is too holding. As the saying goes, it is too deliberate and too hard. If this kind of acting can match the average actors or scripts, that's enough. But if you run into a ten-year carousel like "The Great Wall of Flesh", it can still have a ratings of 1. It is known as the most classic anti-Japanese war drama and a legendary drama that is a milestone in the anti-Japanese war. It is not enough to watch.
What's more, the addition of Tao Mu makes the crew no longer pressure on filming funds. Now that there is no worries about the future, some incompetent actors who have been stuffed in by the capital have been driven away. The rest are basically old drama players who want to strive for perfection and have fun in the drama.
In this case, Tao Mu's deliberate action is almost like a public execution under a magnifying glass. The comparison by the old drama bones is simply horrible. How unnatural to look at it. The handsome are very greasy.
Tao Mu squatted on the monitor and watched the video repeatedly. Zhou Hong sat next to him with Erlang's legs tilted, and asked with a smile, "One more?"
Tao Mu pondered for a moment, then said, "Wait for me."
Then Tao Mu quietly walked out of the set. Zhou Hong thought Tao Mu wanted to go out for convenience, but he didn't care.
Only Gou Rixin came out, seeing Tao Mu go further and further, and ran to a place where there was no one. He took off his army coat and wore only the shirt and trousers used for shooting, shivering in the winter in the Great Chinese New Year.
"Tao Mu!" Gou Rixin ran over in disapproval, and was about to put on Tao Mu's coat.
"Hush!" Tao Mu motioned Gou Rixin not to shout, "Go and get me a bottle of mineral water. It's cold."
"You are dead!" Gou Rixin frowned fiercely.
"I am young and full of firepower, and I can't die." Tao Mu urged Gou Rixin to get a bottle of mineral water, and then poured the water on his head. When the northwest wind blows, the brains of those blowing it hurt. Tao Mu stood outside for more than half an hour before walking back to the studio with a trembling complexion.
The acting is not enough, the state is in good shape. To some extent, this is also the spirit given to Tao Mu by Mr. Chen Jianguo, who plays the underground party.