Superstar

"Hugo, Hugo..." Due to the rules and regulations of the Angolan prison, Joseph had no way to enter the interview room, so he could only stand outside the iron railing and shouted.

The prison guard opened the door of the interview room so that Joseph's voice could go in directly. But Hugo still supported his knees without saying a word, without raising his head.

Joseph frowned. Hugo's condition is very bad recently. It is different from the struggle during the filming of "Seven Deadly Sins". It is more serious than the pain during the filming of "Schindler's List". It took only three weeks. The Angolan prison is like swallowing Hugo's sunlight clean-or Hugo actively cooperated with this engulfing process, and took the initiative to fall into the dark.

It's like choosing the dark Lucifer.

This time, only Joseph and Samora accompanied Hugo to Baton Rouge (.). Due to the complicated procedures for guarding the prison in Angola, Samora only came here twice, and did not come again afterwards, Samora La stays in Baton Rouge, and every day Joseph drives Hugo along Highway 61 to the Angolan prison, which is an hour’s drive away. This is the only way to get in and out of Angolan prisons.

Joseph could clearly feel Hugo's changes little by little, which made Joseph even more terrified, because this was not the Hugo he knew.

"Hugo, you have to rest, you put too much pressure on yourself..." Joseph raised his voice hard, trying to build a bridge of communication between himself and Hugo. Too anxious, you should relax yourself... Besides, you have prepared enough for this role, and you have enough ability to do this role, don't push yourself anymore..."

Hugo slowly raised his head. He turned his head and glanced at Joseph, but this directly cut off Joseph's voice, because Hugo's brutal eyes were like a lion aiming at its prey, even the corner of his mouth. There was a cruel smell of blood in his smile, which made Joseph shudder.

"I don't need you to tell me how to do it." Hugo said coldly, tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was obviously pulled out, but there was no smile. "You know how to perform, but I know how to do it. Performance? You are just a manager, but you come to give me instructions on my performance? It's nonsense." Hugo raised his eyebrows lightly, and the contemptuous mockery danced lightly like dust in the sun.

Joseph couldn't help talking. He was used to Hugo's sudden blackening recently. It is understandable and understandable, but every time he hears Hugo's hurtful words, his heart is still unavoidable.

At the beginning, Hugo was in a terrible state on the "Schindler's List" crew, but he was still able to control himself, more often in a state of struggling and chaos; but this time, Hugo was obviously out of control. This kind of appearance does not belong to Hugo's personality at all-or the personality hidden deep in Hugo's heart gradually began to become obvious, not only eroding Hugo, but also eroding other people around Hugo. The collateral effects are getting more and more serious.

The problem is that they haven't even entered the crew now, and "Death Row" hasn't even turned on. It is difficult for Joseph to imagine what will happen after the actual start-up.

"Hugo, I didn't mean to point you to the way of acting." Joseph tried to calm his mood. He needed to guide Hugo, but not head-to-head with Hugo-this would only make Hugo more and more violent. "I just said that you just finished talking with Derek, you can take a break and continue..."

"So, you are an expert?" Hugo interrupted Joseph, chuckled softly, and then said in a deep voice to the two prison guards, "You plan to let it go like this? Are you not going to continue working?"

The two prison guards looked at each other, and finally left the interview room, shut the door easily, blocking Joseph's sight, and leaving Hugo in the interview room alone.

Joseph looked at the slowly closed door, anger was rolling in his chest, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted to fight Hugo, and he wanted to vent his anger, but he knew that Hugo was not intentional. Now Hugo is the most suffering moment. He can't lose his composure, and he can't care about Hugo. Therefore, after hesitating and then hesitating, he finally swallowed the anger that came to his lips, but he clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it against the iron railing.

With a "pong", Joseph's fist and the iron railing slammed together. He couldn't help but frowned and grinned. The reaction force made his fist immediately swell up, "Grass! Damn **** Christ!" Joseph Swearing and complaining, but still upset, he kicked his foot on the iron railing, trying to vent all the depression in his heart.

But he forgot that he was wearing cloth shoes today, not leather shoes. Joseph personally experienced what it means to "kick to the iron plate".

Hank, who was standing on the side, came over and patted Joseph on the shoulder with a pitiful face. "Dude, don't get through with yourself even if you are angry." One sentence made Joseph almost free of internal injuries.

Only Hugo was left in the interview room. The guard on the other side of the barbed wire took Derek away and has not returned. So now there is only Hugo in the entire space, but he feels there are countless noises in his ears. He There is no way to hear the specific sentence clearly. I just feel that he is standing in the middle of the traditional vegetable market. The noise from all directions almost drowns him, but he can't tell the east from the west to the north. The sound keeps echoing in his mind, making him feel The brain is about to split up.

Hugo grabbed his short hair fiercely, and could only catch a small amount of short hair with his fingertips. With a little effort, all the hair slipped away from his fingers. This kind of powerlessness made Hugo irritated. Unbearable, he just wanted to vent, but opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Squeezing his head with both hands, letting his head clearly feel the strong pressure, the voice in his head calmed down a little, Hugo stood still and gasped, enjoying the peace of this moment. .

He knows what happened just now, everything is vivid in his mind, but he has no way to control it. He just feels that he is too irritable, and his emotions are like walking a tightrope, and he is always on the verge of explosion. In the face of Derek, he lost control, which was expected; but in the face of Joseph, he lost control of the prison guards, which was unexpected.

Hugo closed his eyes annoyedly and propped his head on the wall. He now only felt his brain boil like a volcano erupting. The sky full of magma filled his eyes with blood; but his body But it was as cold as a corpse. He couldn't control his limbs, and he couldn't feel his blood. This feeling was really bad.

He didn't want this, he didn't want this at all. He didn't want to be angry with Joseph and the prison guards. He didn't want to lose control of his emotions. He didn't want the gloom of his heart to swallow him up. He hated this feeling. He felt that he was boundless. Lost in the sea, the darkness rushing from all directions was engulfing him bit by bit, while the only starlight around him was getting dimmed, as if he was about to be destroyed in the darkness at any time.

He hates this feeling.

But the problem is that he has no way to control it, and he even has to let it go, because this is the ultimate goal of his coming to Angola prison. But what is even more frightening is that today he actually started to enjoy this feeling, he started to enjoy it. This makes him feel that he has obeyed the original nature of his heart. Yes, let him degenerate into a beast.

This consciousness made Hugo fear. He was afraid of himself.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..." Hugo kept admonishing himself, his eyes began to become hot, his breathing became heavy, but he couldn't give up his efforts, he kept breathing deeply, calling himself constantly, whispering in his heart, " You can do it, you can do it, whether it is Amon Goss or Anonymous, you have done it, this time is no exception, you can control the beast in your heart, you can control your emotions, you can The strength and measure of performance are in your hands, you can do it."

The sound of "Kang Dang" came over, Hugo turned around like a frightened bird, and looked over. It turned out that the door on the other side of the barbed wire opened again. A prison guard came out and asked with some hesitation. , "Hugo, will the next interview continue? Or do you need to take a break?"

Hugo wiped his hazy eyes vigorously, "No... yes... I mean, the next interview continues, I don't need to rest." Then Hugo lowered his head, covered his eyes with his palm, The warmth of the palms warms up the soreness and pressure from the eyes.

He raised his head and took a few deep breaths. Hugo finally returned to his usual appearance~www.wuxiaspot.com~Although his heart is still heavy, and the depths of his heart are still dark, at least now Hugo has regained his senses and the key to his emotions has returned to his hands. .

The next interviewer quickly brought over and sat down opposite Hugo. Hugo adjusted his rhythm and sat down calmly, "Good morning, this is Hugo Lancaster. "

Today Hugo spent a total of five hours in the Angolan prison. He talked with four volunteers before and after, but things became more and more difficult, because Hugo could clearly feel his volatility, but he couldn’t control it. , His control is disappearing little by little. Obviously his hands were extremely hard, but no matter how he grasped, he couldn't grasp anything, only a piece of air remained in his palm. This kind of powerlessness made Hugo continue to fall and sink.

And he couldn't stop it, there was no way to stop it, and he didn't want to stop it.

Leaving the interview room, Hugo looked at Joseph, who was trying to behave normally. He knew that he owed Joseph an apology, but the phrase "I'm sorry" reached his throat, but he couldn't say it. Finally, Hugo swallowed it. He just gave Joseph a mixed look, and then walked forward quickly, without saying a word to Joseph.

Joseph stood there, a little dazed.