"2010, July 15th, the first scene of 'Buried Alive'..." Rodrigo held the slate and stood in front of the camera, making a plan for the first scene of the start-up, but before the words were finished, he He put down the board and shouted to the group of mercenaries who were whispering beside him, "Quiet, do you know what quietness is? The group is all quiet, even my breathing is taken away! This is the middle of the desert, There's a life buried here, there's no sound here, there's no life here except Paul. So shut up, shut up to me! If you still want to get the check."
Rodrigo's emotions were a little too extreme, because he had experienced everything that day at the funeral company, and he knew what real fear and despair should look like. The fact that the group of mercenaries at the scene is still chatting is simply... ridiculous.
Originally, there were people who wanted to make a joke, but after hearing the last sentence, everyone shut their mouths in unison. There was only a low sound of breathing left at the scene, inaudible in the air-flowing warehouse.
Rodrigo turned his head and glanced at Renly lying in the wooden box, the anger was not suppressed after all," Step back, everyone except Edward stepped back three steps, you can hear your breathing in the radio microphone ."
The mercenaries all had expressions of playfulness and disdain on their faces, and they obviously didn’t care about Rodrigo’s fuss—the sound of breathing was so subtle, not to mention whether the radio microphone was sensitive enough to be put in, and even if it could, it would be better than the air. The voices were mixed together, and the audience couldn't recognize it. Rodrigo was obviously taking advantage of the theme; but people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so they exchanged glances with each other, and took a few steps back lazily and slowly.
After waiting for a while, Rodrigo picked up the slate again, "2010, July 15, 'Buried Alive', Act 1, Scene 1, first attempt."
Accompanied by the voice, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the first scene officially started filming.
Due to the particularity of the film "Buried Alive", Rodrigo decided to follow the timeline to complete the filming. Therefore, there is not much choice for the first scene. It is the moment when Paul wakes up after being kidnapped. No matter how difficult it is, everything is completed according to the sequence of the timeline.
Now, the camera is fixed on Renly's abdomen, and the close-up picture is locked from the bottom to the top. Then, all the lights around are turned off, the warehouse door has been closed long ago, and even the sunshade curtains have been hung up. The airy space seemed a little stuffy, and now even the light had completely disappeared, the panic that came from the invisible empty space slowly spread in the silence.
Even the mercenaries who wanted to make a joke really quieted down.
Edward held his breath and looked intently at the viewfinder in his hand, watching every move in the camera. He didn't want his breathing to be an excuse for Renly to screw up the first scene. He wanted to see it. What kind of tricks can this guy come up with.
Darkness, the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, there is no sound in that absolute darkness, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a steady and long breathing sound stirring the air, it sounds like... Someone is sleeping. This kind of peaceful tranquility even makes people drowsy, and the whole world is filled with peace.
Edward couldn't help frowning, the filming has already started, what is that guy doing? They are an independent film crew, and film costs money. Renly is wasting their precious funds every second he delays. Could it be that the kid fell asleep? really fell asleep? Otherwise how could breathing be so smooth? This is really... a joke.
"Uh." The breathing suddenly became disordered, as if it was a conditioned reflex to take a deep breath, disrupting the rhythm of the entire sleep, and then the breathing suddenly stopped, and the silence of the darkness completely solidified, but only just In an instant, the breathing began to become painful, and the struggle and depression hidden in the increasingly disordered breathing, like an octopus, slowly opened its tentacles.
This kind of slowly surging emotion in the silence is not turbulent, but it makes people shudder, just like the cold air that spreads out. I didn't feel it at first, but after the goosebumps appeared, I shivered immediately. , and then involuntarily rubbed the skin with both hands, trying to keep warm.
Edward shivered involuntarily.
Is it a nightmare? A nightmare full of torture? Although it was only a change in the sound of breathing, everything was so real that it made the heart begin to contract.
"Hu... hu..." The breathing began to increase and lengthen, but it seemed to be blocked by something. In the darkness, he could clearly feel that he was working hard all over his body. He tried his best to make the breathing smooth, but it was so difficult. , and then he began to cough violently, but even the cough was dull and difficult, and the struggle spread in every cell of the body.
"Sword Comes"
When the coughing subsided, the breathing became rapid, and it seemed that he finally woke up from the nightmare, and then began to look around, the chaotic breathing kept changing positions on the left and right sides, and he seemed to be looking for something, looking at something, but All these actions are in vain, nothing can be seen in absolute darkness.
But at this moment, the sound of breathing became extremely earnest, and you could even faintly hear a trace of fear. After struggling with tensed muscles, you still found nothing. The whole person slammed heavily on an object and made a dull sound. .
This sound and the accompanying pain made him stop struggling, and his breathing disappeared in an instant, as if his throat was strangled.
Edward couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and the invisible fear swarmed from all directions. Humanity's greatest fear always comes from the unknown, the fear of the unknown in outer space, the future, ghosts and gods, etc. In the infinite darkness, the emotion contained in the only breathing sound amplifies the unknown to the limit, and his palm begins. Get wet.
Struggling, struggling violently, but after the sound of breathing resumed again, the crashing sound of ping-ping-pong-pong was mixed with the chaotic and rapid breathing, bringing a desperate fear, as if no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of the bondage, no matter what. Efforts could not tear through the darkness, and the smell of blood permeated the breath, which gradually spread.
"Drink." The breathing stopped again, and then the collision sound disappeared, leaving only the trivial sound of the cloth rubbing, and occasionally accompanied by the sound of inadvertently colliding with objects, the sense of cramping and oppression in the narrow space began to pass out. It seemed that he was trapped in a space that was not much bigger than his body. His increasingly rapid breathing showed the scorching heat and thinness of the air. The frequency of his heart pounding began to increase, and the adrenaline gushing out made his mouth dry.
What the hell is wrong with him? What happened to him? What danger is he facing? Countless unknown question marks rushed towards him, almost suffocating Edward.
"Uh." A dull whimper came over, and the suppressed voice was stained with a hint of unnoticeable crying, but in a blink of an eye, the fragility disappeared, replaced by the determination and decisiveness of survival, and the breath was blinking. It became stable in between, but it was still heavy and cloudy. It could be heard that he was forcing himself to calm down, and he had to calm down even if his mission was on the line.
Among the rubbing sounds of the cloth, there was a sound of flint rubbing and colliding, which sounded like... like a lighter!
Did that moment of calm lead him to find the lighter? A faint hope began to sprout from the bottom of his heart. If it is really a lighter, that's fine. Flames are the second life of human beings. After dispelling the darkness, at least he can determine his own situation and then think of ways to save himself.
Lighter, please be sure to be a lighter. Involuntarily praying came into being deep in Edward's heart. I don't know from when, he was immersed in it, and his mind began to fluctuate with the change of breathing.
"Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter colliding came over, but there was still no fire. "Ah!" The cry for help in the throat slammed dully, as if it couldn't even shout, then This kind of oppression to the extreme, wrapped all the gunpowder in it, wanted to explode, but suppressed it abruptly.
The turbulent emotions crashed through the boundless darkness, and Adriana felt that she was about to lose her breath, and her heart was about to burst. Before, tears filled her eyes, she didn't even know what this warmth represented, sympathy? fear? panic? or something else? She couldn't help biting her lower lip to prevent herself from shouting, but her desperate hands grabbed her ankles, making her almost scream.
"Ah!" The rapid breathing became heavier and louder, and it sounded like a mute shouting, and the dull sound was mixed in it, and it was even more frightening. Getting up, but it was fleeting, but even so, everyone tightened their muscles, stood up straight, and leaned forward eagerly and eagerly. That meager hope was thriving.
"Wipe! Wipe!" The rubbing sound of the lighter became louder and louder, the light flickered on and off, the rope of hope swayed, and finally began to straighten, a deep yellow flame lit up, and the darkness began like a tide. They retreated out, but still did not leave completely, surrounded by the faint flames, eyeing them.
Under the firelight, a quarter of the cheek can be seen, and there is only one eye. The dark brown eye glanced around in a panic, and the fear, confusion, doubt, pain, and panic in the bottom of the eyes were intertwined. The rapid and hot breathing continued to heat up.
Suddenly, his breathing stopped, his pupils burst open, as if he could clearly see despair blooming like fireworks, the whole world collapsed, and time and space instantly solidified—the small world projected by firelight is a closed wooden coffin, and hope has just been lit. , is immediately extinguished.