You made me a superstar

Chapter 278 Fans suffocate
This doesn't count as a movie.

This is a documentary.

No matter how critical the film critics come, they can't find any flaws in the actors' acting skills.

The sudden explosion caused everyone's hearts to tremble violently.

They stared at the screen.

I saw bursts of yellow sand seeping through the gaps in the coffin and flowing down, flying all over the sky in the shaking camera.

There is no extra soundtrack, only louder and more rapid gasps.

They saw Will Smith staring, but his pupils were all gray.

His eyes, hair, and the corners of his mouth were full of dust, but he didn't seem to notice it, as stiff and dull as a puppet that lost its soul.

"Mr. Will Smith..."

"Will Smith?"

"Will Smith! Are you okay, sober up! Mr. Smith..."

"..."

In the looming camera lights, the audience saw a pair of hands appearing in the camera, pushing Will Smith desperately.

They heard Zhou Yang yelling anxiously in the camera. His voice became louder and louder, and he even yelled so loudly that he finally slapped Will Smith.

"Snapped!"

This slap was so hard that the force of that slap could be felt through the screen.

However, Will Smith on the screen did not respond.

He was still stupefied and in a daze, his body was pushed and shook constantly, but he held his head tightly, his mouth was uncontrollable, he panted heavily as if instinctively, he even sucked in a large cloud of dust and rushed into his throat without feeling it...

Frightened emotions overflowed from the screen into the screening hall, which caused a few film critics who were about to criticize the movie to become emotionally entangled, and their hearts were drawn into the movie, and they forgot everything.

A sense of shudder seeping from the bone marrow crawled all over their bodies, making their arms covered with goose bumps.

The thin man who had just walked in from the outside subconsciously sat back on the chair, his eyes fixed on the big screen.

In just a short segment, he was out of breath.

It's an instinct.

Instinct to be engulfed by the extreme sense of reality.

He seems to have returned to that year, when he happened to see a movie about fear of heights, and his face turned pale from fright.

..............................

"Mr. Zhou Yang, don't be joking, it's not funny at all."

"..."

"Mr. Zhou Yang, you want to use this method to make me show the limit of escape, right? You can't fool me, I have watched your "Chain Saw", and I have watched every detail of that movie But... you are very good at creating desperate situations for actors, and then making them show what you want... I can continue to shoot, I can continue to shoot!"

Dim picture.

Trembling shot.

The trembling voice of Will Smith on the screen was full of pleadings, as if he was grasping at the last straw, desperately trying to confirm something.

But unfortunately, only Zhou Yang's silence responded to him.

Endless silence.

Accompanied by Will Smith's voice, the wave of depression permeated the entire auditorium, infecting the hearts of every audience.

Some fans gritted their teeth, some were short of breath, and some clenched their fists, their faces turned extremely pale.

Everyone knows that the two people in the camera are not acting.

They were buried alive at a depth of three meters.

In the dim light of the screen, Zhou Yilin looked in disbelief at the bandaged Zhou Yang.

He once thought that Zhou Yang was just hype.

Now, after seeing the picture, he understands that Zhou Yang is not hype, but "buried alive" in the real sense.

It is impossible to use such a lens for real shooting, let alone present this sense of reality so vividly.

Even though he knew that Zhou Yang and Will Smith had survived, his heart still beat faster.

In the "Interstellar" screening hall next door, there were bursts of intense voices and fans' exclamations, but the "Struggle" screening hall was extremely quiet.

Several staff members sneaked in, stood on the side of the aisle and watched the picture on the big screen...

At first they wanted to see why it was so quiet here, if there was something wrong with the movie or something...

But when they entered, their eyes were uncontrollably attracted by the movie.

"Use clothes to block the sand first. The current air can last for more than two hours. If the sand seeps in too much, our space will become smaller and smaller... Don't shout for help. The place below three meters is completely I can't hear the sound..." In the picture, Zhou Yang's calm voice dispelled the oppressive haze, and made everyone take a deep breath.

They saw Zhou Yang blocking his mouth and nose with his clothes, and he was desperately chiseling the coffin lid.

As if encouraged by Zhou Yang's calm voice, Will Smith, who was originally in a panic stage, also began to imitate Zhou Yang's appearance, chiseling the coffin lid.

The regular sound of coffin-cutting, accompanied by the sound of increasingly heavy breathing, affected the nerves of movie fans.

In the faint light of photography, they could see the cracks!
The crack in the coffin is getting bigger and bigger!
They saw the sawdust shot from the camera, they saw a small gash in the coffin wall.

Chiseling, cutting, drilling!

On-screen Revere Smith became more excited and faster.

And the audience outside the screen also synchronized with Will Smith's emotions, and their breathing became faster and faster!

It was a hope, a hope that was about to escape.

They saw Will Smith gouging out a fist-sized hole!

However, the picture that appeared on the screen immediately made their breathing stagnate. They saw a granite slab so hard that no matter how hard they chiseled it, it would be impenetrable.

They saw Will Smith clawing at his hair, yelling, cursing, furious, and slamming his fists on the granite slab hysterically.

They saw that his fist was bleeding out, the skin on the back of his hand was all torn, and it began to become bloody and bloody, but he still didn't stop, he was still hitting hard...

His emotions have completely collapsed at this moment.

There was endless despair after the collapse. They saw Will Smith lying motionless on the coffin, panting more and more heavily to tell the audience in front of the screen that he was still alive.

However, the walking corpse-like body and godless pupils told everyone that he had given up all struggles and was ready to die.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had thought of something, he began to speak of his last words.

..............................

This is a hopeless documentary!
Even though Baliming knew that Zhou Yang was still alive, his heart was still full of despair.

"Smith, I need your help, please stretch out your hand and take a picture for me..."

"Are we still alive?"

"As long as the circuits in the coffin and the external oxygen supply system are restored, there is a chance..."

The only thing that made the extremely suppressed emotion in Baliming's heart a little bit better was that Zhou Yang still didn't give up, he was still thinking of ways to chisel various walls, and he was still looking for various possibilities of life.

His calm voice is like a flame in the dark world. Although it is constantly flickering and seems to be extinguished at any time, at least it makes the darkness no longer cold and fearful.

"We successfully destroyed three terrorist organization bases today..."

"In this battle, Sergeant Barrs performed bravely, but unfortunately, he died in the intensive artillery fire of terrorist organizations..."

"We will mourn this great hero with the highest respect!"

"May God be with him!"

"..."

Baliming saw that the movie camera had switched.

Switched from the desperate claustrophobic underground to the ground.

On the ground, sand and dust were flying, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. Several old American soldiers were searching for something in the desert, and corpses were carried out one by one.

The old American soldier in the lead had a sad expression on his face.

Under the long lens, in the hazy dust, military vehicles drove by, and the scorched land was filled with dead silence.

When the camera switches again.

"Crack!"

Baliming heard the cracking sound of the stone slabs in the camera, and the layer-by-layer cracking of the coffin wall...

Those military vehicles ran over the coffin!

When these words appeared in his mind, he trembled all over.

More and more sand seeped into the coffin, and the lens became extremely blurred. Everyone could only see two blurred figures and the sound of coughing.

When this fuzzy feeling got a little better, they saw Will Smith clutching his throat, gasping for breath, his mouth was full of sand, but they didn't seem to be able to feel it.

The increasingly heavy breathing shook the ears of all the audience.

They saw that Zhou Yang's body was stiff, like a lifeless machine, constantly digging into the coffin...

They saw that Will Smith's body was trembling, and the veins in his neck were bursting, but he was still holding the lamp, shining on Zhou Yang's constantly chiseling figure.

Time passed little by little.

Zhou Yang chiseled the cracks in the coffin more and more slowly, like a rusty machine.

In the end, they saw Zhou Yang's arm stop suddenly without warning, and then they saw Zhou Yang's head tilted to one side, as if he had lost his vitality due to lack of oxygen.

The audience can't breathe!
The few film critics who were going to scold "Struggle" stared straight at it.

They saw that Zhou Yang exploded suddenly and stabbed his arm viciously with a knife. Shocking donated blood flowed out along his arm. They could even vaguely see Bai Sen's bones. The wound was even more hideous and terrifying.

A burst of exclamation broke the silence of the entire auditorium.

An Xiao, who was sitting next to Zhou Yang, suddenly covered her mouth, her tears could not be suppressed, and her heart was trembling constantly.

he……

actually……

it turns out!

In order to keep myself sane, I actually did this...

"Boom"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the screen, Will Smith was unconscious, and the light on the screen became extremely dim...

Baliming stared in shock at the figure who continued to chisel desperately under the dim light.

Although it was bandaged, the entire coffin wall was filled with dark red blood donations...

Moreover, it didn't stop, it was flowing little by little.

"line!"

"The wires are here, and here are the resistors..."

"No multimeter..."

"Circuit diagram..."

"..."

No light could be seen on the screen, but everyone could hear Zhou Yang muttering to himself, uttering a lot of professional terms that only those majoring in electronic information would know.

They couldn't see what Zhou Yang was doing, they only knew that Zhou Yang's hand was sticking out of the coffin, desperately grasping the last chance, and connecting the wires.

Time passed bit by bit...

The movement frequency of Zhou Yang's figure is getting slower and slower, and the voice in his mouth is getting softer...

Then, they saw Zhou Yang's body hang down suddenly, sinking into the endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)