Big play bone

In the panicked in breathing, the body started to collide with four weeks, and it was as strong as the devil, and the Gun only felt that his heart was held in the palm, slow tightening, tightening, fatal The fear quietly grabbed the ankle, the cold touch made the cover could not hit a chill, he tried to move his body, but it is difficult to move, it seems that the breathing in the dark is normal, trapped. In a narrow space, the result of the left arm is just a bruises, and the sprinkle in the mind is accompanied by the frightening breathing and the rampant breathing sounds.

Thirty seconds, more than 30 seconds, covering the eyes, there is no movement, as if the time is still still in his body.

"Wipe, rub." The lighter hit the sound of the fifty stone, allowing the cover to breathe, and the weak flare illuminated the left eye of the wolf, panic, fear, hesitation, surprised, , is surprivable Unexpected weak fires, suddenly, dressed, died in the throat of the cover.

The urgent breathing was hit by heartbeat, and the fire tried to support the darkness of the concentrated, dizzy, and then saw the mouth tied by the dirty cloth, being brought by a hemp rope Hand, two hands, caught a lighter, dispel the darkness around, and present the whole world in front of the audience, this is a wooden box, a wooden box of a coffin, a wooden box that will be imprisoned in a narrow space.

The man began to hit the wooden board with the elbow, shocked the wall with the shoulders, struggled to struggle with the whole person, and the weak spark of the lighter began to shake because his hardships, the urgent feelings of the life, let the tightness crack.

Suddenly, the fire was extinguished, accompanied by the breath of the cover, and all the noise across the cinema.

In the panic, the man tried it several times, and then lit up the lighter, and then collided with every part of the body, trying to escape. When he reacted at this time, he quickly pulled the cloth strip tied to his mouth. He left a deep red lady, "cough ... cough ..." He tried to say something, but it seems Lost talking skills, eventually can only have a monoying festival, "Ah!" He called, calling for rescue, calling help, calling ... the same kind. "what!"

He even shouted even "Helping", as if a new child, blindly, hills, collision, return to the original state, with the beast's book / can be rushing, but this is The distress and pain of the sleepy beast, the strength of the body vent it, but there is no effect, so that all the struggles and efforts have been so ridiculous.

The cover is looking at the big screen. It has been forgotten when I watched the eyes. I watched the man on the screen and struggled, the cold fear began to climb from the ankle, and it seems to have a blood. You can feel the bones, but he can't move, and die is in the chair. It is still eye-catching. It is only afraid that he missed any moment, even if it is just a breathing.

There is no uniform word, and there is no extra plot. The close-up close-up will be presented in the space and oppression, but also put the man's emotions under the bottom of the magnifying glass. The kind of suffocation, the confusion of anxiety, then The desperate helplessness, completely embarking under the fire, firmly grabbing the audience's mood changes. Gang has lost his ability to think, the only idea in the mind is: Help! Who can come over to save this man?

The man finally retrieves a sense of reason, using the nail in the corner, cutting the hemp rope in the hand, liberating his hands; then slowly illuminating the surrounding space with the lighter, and you are a coffin, simple coffin. He began to exhaust your best, trying to bring your shoulder to the cover, but such an attempt is alive, the coffin board looks hard, his efforts are only the ants of the tree.

The anger is extremely, pain is extremely painful, desperate to the extreme, flare, once again extinguished, the world re-enters the darkness.

In the dark, he screamed, screaming, kicking around the walls of the wall, put the inner wrote, but at the end of the anger, the desperation of the hands and unconsciously began to hit the heart, he even helpless Laughing, I laughed from the ultimate, it was crying. He bite the lower lips in the dead, and the angry crying caught in the chest and slammed.

Xianeard's pupil is enlarged, the heart seems to have lost their movements, even if the flow of blood has already felt it, just look at the big screen, black paint screen, what is the screen Nothing, even the outline of the character, but she can really feel the wrong emotions, as if she is also trapped in the coffin, horror mixed, desperate mixed, even if the head is broken The stream will not go out, dragging her to the abyss of hell.

She is looking forward to, curious, imagined, "live buried" movie finished products will look like, but the fact is that just ten minutes, from a dark to another, there is no line except for the screaming, then The life is in danger, the truth of all the defense, and the reaction can not be done.

Such a movie, she didn't want to miss one second.

The voice of the phone shocked the quietness in the dark, and the blue light flashed in the darkness, suddenly, and then, in the face of the man's foot, this is not only awakened. Men, and also awakened every audience in the shooter, even if all the audience sat in the body, they were curious and eager to look at the big screen. Why did there be mobile phones there? Can this become a man who has escaped the birthday? Who called at this time? What is the story of next story?

The man tried to get the mobile phone, but the mobile phone was in his feet, this is not an easy task, and the hard work is hard, and finally play the phone with the foot. He quickly picked up the phone, this is A vintage straight phone, it seems that it has been in some years, open the screen, but suddenly in the same place because the mobile screen is displayed is Arabic.

Arabic?

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Arabic, actually Arabic?

Men obviously don't understand, let's go to a circle, but there is no clue at all. He can only start calling, but you don't remember the phone number. I turned over from the pocket, the wallet has been hollow, there is no rest; there is only one pile of floral shells, a bottle and a teddy pot.

I took a deep breath, and the man made a "911" in international long distance, "Hello, 911." The phone is connected, and a female operator has passed.

"Hello, I am buried." The man whispered like a cow, I didn't pick it up, I didn't even have time to stop, I was going to call for help, "I beg you, save me, I will breathe. "

"Mr.?" The operator seems to be causing.

"I am buried in the coffin, come to save me! Send people to come to me!" The man's right hand holds the mobile phone, holding a lighter with the left hand, put on his chest, look at the line of sight. Weak flaming, the finger begins to tighten, as if it is holding his own lifeline.

"Mr., slow down. What is your name?"

"Paul, Paul - Comor."

"Okay, Mr. Comic, can you tell me your present position?"

Paul painted his eyes, "I don't know." The voice is hoarse, and the line of sight is swim, but it has not found a focus of the foot. "I am in the coffin! I don't know where I don't know where. Ask you, save me, I am so afraid. "

"Are you in the coffin?"

"Yes." Paul felt that he had to breathe, as if there was an invisible hand to hold the throat, the kind of suffocation made the face began to swell red, and even more things did not have much, " Vintage wooden coffin. "

"Are you in the funeral parlor?"

"No." Paul has negated, but he can't help but confuse it, because he is not sure where he is, "I don't know, no."

"How did you call me now?" The operator seems to have never smart-white situation, still asking for it.

Paul almost suffocated, his brain has been completely caught in a chaos, "What?"

"If you are buried in the coffin, how did you call me?" The operator repeated her question.

"Hey ... mobile phone, there is an old mobile phone here." Paul did not help but put it in the past, trying to find a slit slit, let yourself breathe a little fresh air.

"Do you call your mobile phone?"

"Yes. No, not, not my mobile phone. But, I used my mobile phone." Paul's brain has become a paste, all the reactions are only just relying on this / can. He didn't even know what he was doing, and his eyes were ignorant and anxious.

"When you climb into the coffin, there is a mobile phone?"

"Yes." Paul nodded, but then frowned, "What? I don't climb it." Paul has begun to bite to teeth, because he still does not breathe fresh air, while the operator is wasting his time.

"How did you enter the coffin?"

"I am being put in." Paul did not help but hit into punches, closed his eyes, one word squeezed out from the teeth.

"Put it into the coffin?" The operator feels that this is a stride.