The Greatest Showman

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Renly closed his eyes and gradually slowed his breathing. In fact, he was a little worried, worried that the environment simulation and mentality were not in place, there was no real sense of crisis, and the original goal was not achieved. If it was too stable and too boring, he went straight to sleep. .

But as the coffin board was covered, the feeling of oppression that was so close at hand invaded. Even though it was dark and there was no light, he could still clearly feel the weight of the thick wooden board just below his nose. On the top, the entire living space was oppressed to the extreme, as if even the air was beginning to become thinner, and the invisible sense of restraint made people involuntarily start to get a little anxious.

This is not a floppy bed in a hotel, or a cramped bathroom in a Parisian apartment.

Renly tried to adjust his posture, but before he had time to spread his hands, he slammed into the plank with a bang. Through the thick cotton, there was a faint pain in his elbow, and he raised his calf reflexively. , as a result, his knee also hit the plank severely - he didn't even know why he raised his leg, but the ubiquitous sense of narrowness was truly transmitted, and it seemed that he couldn't even turn over.

"Bang bang bang", the steady rhythm came from overhead, and the whole coffin could feel a slight vibration. Renly knew that it should be the sound of them nailing nails. He raised his fist carefully and thumped it. The plank above—the forearm can’t be stretched at all, and can only exert a small amount of force, “Hehe, don’t nail it too hard, I still want to go out.”

Renly made a light joke, but before the sound could get out, it hit the wooden board and slammed it down hard, buzzing on the eardrum, and suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he slammed down. Like the ultrasonic waves of a bat, the space that the sound can detect is also shrinking rapidly.

An unstoppable sense of unease began to grow.

Renly took a deep breath, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and secretly told himself that this showed that his plan was working, and this was the effect he was expecting. He started trying to focus, ignore the distractions around him, and really get into Paul Conroy's world.

He's Paul, he wants to live, he wants to go back to his wife, he wants to go back to his children, he doesn't want to be buried alive, the fear of death grips his heart, he has to struggle, he has to resist , he had to survive, he was Paul Conroy! He was abandoned in the middle of the desert at this moment, buried alive, and no one even knew of his existence—

Thoughts flashed in his brain, and he was buried alive.

Suddenly, there was the sound of nails being nailed in the ear, and it exploded next to the eardrum like thunder. The thoughts were interrupted for a while, and the real feeling hit, they were starting to seal the box, as he requested, nail the coffin, Make sure he can't struggle to escape.

First on the left side of the top of the head, and then on the right side of the top of the head, the entire coffin was shaking, and the shaking made the brain hurt, followed by the left side of the foot and the right side of the footstep.

It was finally over, Ren Li let out a light breath, but then, the sound came again, this time on the left hand side. This is not what he asked for, he just asked for nails in the four corners, why are they continuing? Things seem to be getting weirder and weirder, then the palm side of the right hand, then the arm side of the left hand, the arm side of the right hand, the side of the left calf, the side of the right calf... It seems that there is no end, and every direction must be nailed to death.

Is he in the funeral service company or in the middle of the desert; is he in Barcelona or Iraq; is he Renly or Paul.

Under the conscious pull 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 out there and everything will be fine; if this is unreal, then as soon as the dream is awake, things will go back to normal. So, he doesn't need to worry, does he?

"Bang bang bang", the sound of nailing is endless, and it seems that there is no end. Now it is actually starting to be nailed in the direction of the top of the head. Didn't it have been nailed there just now?

Renly involuntarily raised his head and looked in the direction above his head, but... darkness, nothing but darkness, he tried to raise his hand to touch the wall, but his elbow hit the wall again, "f...!" Foul language After popping out the first letter, he was swallowed. He gritted his teeth and touched it with his fingertips, but it was only a silky cold touch, and there was nothing else.

Panic spread little by little, not turbulent, as if dripping water through a stone slowly infiltrating, not only did the tension not diminish, but it was also slowly rising. It seemed to Renly that the air was starting to heat up, and his forehead and palms began to sweat, the wet feeling that made his mouth dry, and the indescribable tension began to stretch out his tentacles.

Renly struggled a little. On the one hand, he told himself that he had to put himself into the role of Paul; on the other hand, he couldn't help but think about it - he just asked for nails in the four corners, but why are there so many nails now? It sounds like there are more than ten. Did something go wrong?

Raising his hand again, he knocked on the coffin, "Matthew?" Renly shouted, his voice slammed down again, without getting any response, "Matthew?" Renly raised his voice and shouted, "Charles? Charles!" Renly roared as loud as he could, quietly waiting for a response, but... he was still disappointed, silence, the whole world was silent, darkness surrounded him like a tide

, the suffocation of drowning began to grab his throat, "Matthew Charles Dunlop!" Renly gritted his teeth and issued an ultimatum.

Everything is quiet.

He could only hear his own breathing, and the hot breathing began to become rapid. Did something happen? Seeing the money, the shop owner subdued Matthew, and then wanted to suffocate him alive? He's signed a waiver anyway, hasn't he? Or maybe there were other accidents, such as a sudden earthquake, or a fire, and everyone had to leave the scene, so no response was heard for the time being?

Or...or maybe he's really stuck in the middle of the desert right now, and Iraqi militants kidnapped him, then threw him in a coffin and buried him alive under the desert. He was left with himself now, and even God could not help him, alone in the vast desert waiting to die.

The sound of the heart pounding became louder and louder, as if the chest could be torn open at any time and burst directly. Panic rose from the soles of the feet all the way to the head, the scalp began to faintly numb, the rapid breathing did not help, and the sweat of the size of the beans kept pouring out. He fell down, his back was soaked wet, he wanted to turn sideways, but his shoulders hit the wall, he didn't even feel the pain, and the tense muscles didn't respond at all.

No, he wasn't going to wait to die, he definitely wasn't going to die quietly.

He started to slam the wooden board above with his shoulders, and then again, but he was lying down, his hands and feet were bound in a limited space, and there was no way to exert force, even if he hit it, look It is like an ant shaking a tree, and there is not much power at all.

But he still didn't give up, clenched his teeth, hit again, the whole coffin shook slightly, that trace of hope ignited all the motivation in his heart, tightened the muscles of the whole body, the whole person curled up to the extreme, the knees Both his coccyx and his coccyx were already against the wall, and then he released all the force like a spring, hitting the plank with his shoulders, but it was too hard, and he couldn't control it for a while, the back of his head collided directly, and the piercing pain made him bite hard. teeth.

Uncontrollable anger began to rise from the depths of his heart, and his hands slammed the wooden board close to his head with both hands. After all, he couldn't bear the foul language any longer, "Grass! Grass! Grass!" The whole person used both hands and feet, Beating and struggling frantically, "Anyone? Someone! I'm trapped inside! Is there anyone! Is there anyone!"

The whole person is like a volcano, continuously erupting, but his struggles are so insignificant, his arms hit the wall before he can stretch, his feet hit the wall before he can stretch, and his muscles have not had time to exert force. He hit the wall, and the narrow space pressed almost all of his explosive power under the surface of the water. With all his strength, he couldn't find a point of focus, and he couldn't find a motive force, and he was stuck in half.

That feeling of suffocation burned and burst uncontrollably. All reason and calmness were burned away, and he just struggled in selflessness. Even Jesus himself appeared in front of him at this time. You can tear him into countless pieces with your bare hands.

"Huhu, huhu..." After exhaustion, the rapid breathing began to rush in. After a while of chest tightness, the brain felt a pain, and it seemed that there was not much oxygen in the hot air, and there was no warning. I started to vomit, "vomit." The retching sound scoured everything in my stomach, and the strong tea I drank in the morning directly vomited out.

He turned his head instinctively and let the vomit spit aside, but he took a half step, and some of the liquid flowed down his chin into his neck. The warm and sticky touch didn't help at all, and his stomach became more turbulent. , as if even last night's dinner had to be rolled out halfway.

How embarrassed, how embarrassed, how desperate.

He clenched his fists and slammed it towards the wall, just to vent his inner anger, one after another, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, his teeth almost shattered, "Ahhh!" He shouted endlessly, until his vocal cords began to ache, draining the last bit of strength in his body, the whole person lay down weakly, and finally gave up all struggle and anger, lying on the spot like a dead body.

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