You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 278 Fans suffocate

   This is not a movie.

   This is a documentary.

   Even if the most critical film critics come over, they will not be able to pick out any faults in the actors' acting skills.

   The sudden explosion made everyone's heart tremble.

   They stared at the screen.

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

   There is no superfluous soundtrack, just louder and more rapid gasps.

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

   His eyes, hair, and the corners of his mouth were full of dust, but he seemed to be unaware, as stiff and sluggish as a puppet without a soul.

   "Mr. Will Smith..."

   "Vill Smith?"

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

  “…”

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

   They heard Zhou Yang shouting anxiously in the camera, the voice became louder and louder, and even his eardrums were shaking, and finally they slapped Will Smith.

"Snapped!"

   This slap was so hard that I could feel the force of that slap across the screen.

   However, Will Smith on the screen did not respond.

   He was still dumb and in a trance, his body was constantly shaking as he was pushed, but he held his head tightly, his mouth was out of control, he gasped as if instinctively, and even sucked in a large amount of sand and rushed into his throat without realizing it...

  The panic overflowed from the screen into the screening room, which made several film critics who were planning to spray the film suddenly rectify their emotions. One heart was dragged into the film and they forgot everything.

   A shivering feeling oozing from the marrow ran over their bodies, leaving their arms covered in goose bumps.

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

   In a short clip, he was out of breath.

   That is an instinct.

   Instinct to be wrapped up in the real to the extreme sense of picture.

   He seemed to go back to that year, when he happened to see a scene from a movie where he was afraid of heights, and his face was as pale as he was frightened.

  …………………………

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

  “…”

"Mr. Zhou Yang, you want to use this method to show me the limit of escape, right? You can't lie to me, I have seen your "Chainsaw", and I have seen every detail of that movie But... you're very good at creating a corner for the actors, and then getting them to show what you want... I can keep on filming, I can keep on filming!"

  Dim picture.

   Shaky footage.

   The trembling voice of Revere Smith on the screen was full of pleading, as if clutching the last straw, desperately trying to confirm something.

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

   Endless silence.

  The depressing wave, accompanied by Will Smith's voice, permeated the entire auditorium, infecting the hearts of every audience member.

  Some fans gritted their teeth, some fans were short of breath, and some fans clenched their fists, and their faces became 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 at Zhou Yang with a bandage in disbelief.

   He once thought that Zhou Yang was hyping it up.

   And now, after seeing the picture, he understands that Zhou Yang is not a hype, but "buried alive" in the true sense.

   It is impossible to shoot with such a lens in real shooting, and it is impossible to present this sense of reality so vividly.

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

   There were bursts of intense voices and exclamations from fans in the "Interstellar" projection room next door, while the projection room for "Struggling" was too quiet.

   Several staff members sneaked in and stood on the edge of the aisle watching the pictures on the big screen...

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

   But when they came in, their eyes were drawn uncontrollably by the movie.

"First block the sand with clothes. 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 call for help, three meters below, 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 that Zhou Yang was covering his mouth and nose with his clothes and was desperately chiseling the lid of the coffin.

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

   The regular sound of chiseling coffins, accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing, affects the nerves of the fans.

   In the faint photographic light, they saw a crack!

   The bigger and bigger crack in the coffin!

   They saw the wood chips shot by the camera, and they saw a small cut in the wall of the coffin.

   chisel, cut, drill!

   The more emotional Revere Smith got on the screen, the faster he went.

   And the off-screen audience also synchronized with Will Smith's emotions, breathing faster and faster!

   That is a kind of hope, the hope of escaping birth.

   They saw Will Smith cut a hole around his fist!

   However, the picture that appeared on the screen made their breathing stagnate, and they saw a granite slab that was so hard that no matter how hard it was, it could not be chiseled.

   They saw Will Smith slamming his hands into his hair, yelling, cursing, rage, smashing granite slabs with his fists hysterically.

   They saw blood splattered from his fist, the skin on the back of his hand was all torn, and it began to become bloody, but it still didn't stop, still smashing fiercely...

   His emotions had completely collapsed at this moment.

The    collapse was followed by endless despair. They saw Will Smith lying motionless on the coffin, and his increasingly heavy breathing told the audience in front of the screen that he was still alive.

   However, his body like a walking corpse and godless pupils told everyone that he had given up all struggle and was ready to die.

   Immediately afterwards, as if thinking of something, he began to talk about his last words.

  …………………………

   This is a desperate documentary!

   Even though Ba Liming knew that Zhou Yang was still alive, his heart was still full of despair.

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

   "Can we still live?"

   "As long as the circuit of the oxygen supply system inside the coffin and outside is restored, there is a chance..."

   The only thing that made the suppressed emotion in Ba Liming's heart a little better was that Zhou Yang still didn't give up, he was still trying to find ways to dig into various walls, and he was still looking for various possibilities for life.

   His calm voice is like a flame in the dark world. Although it is constantly swaying as if it will go out at any time, at least the darkness is no longer cold and fearful.

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

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

   "We will hold a moment of silence for this great hero with the highest respect!"

   "May God be with him!"

  “…”

  Baliming saw that the scene of the movie was switched.

   switched from the desperately claustrophobic underground to the ground.

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

The old American soldier led by    had a sad expression on his face.

  Under the long shot, in the hazy dust, military vehicles drove past, and the scorched earth was full of dead silence.

   When the lens switches again.

   "Crack!"

  Ba Liming heard the cracking sound of the slabs in the shot, and the layers of cracks at the mouth of the coffin...

   Those military vehicles were run over the coffins!

   When this sentence appeared in his heart, he shivered.

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

  When the vagueness was a little better, they saw Will Smith clutching his throat, gasping for breath, all the sand in his mouth, but he didn't seem to be able to feel it.

   The sound of heavier and heavier breathing shook the ears of all the audience.

   They saw Zhou Yang's body stiff, like a lifeless machine, continuing to chisel coffins...

   They saw that Will Smith's body was trembling, and the veins in his neck burst, but he still held the lamp, illuminating the figure of Zhou Yang's constant gouging.

  Time passed bit by bit.

   They Zhou Yang chiseled the crevices of the coffin more and more slowly, like a rusted machine.

  In the end, they saw Zhou Yang's arm suddenly stop 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 "Struggling" were even more stunned.

   They saw that Zhou Yang suddenly exploded and stabbed his arm fiercely with a knife. The shocking donation of blood flowed down his arm, and they could even see Bai Sen's bones vaguely. The wound was even more hideous and terrifying.

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

  An Xiao, who was sitting next to Zhou Yang, suddenly covered her mouth, her tears were uncontrollable, and her heart kept shaking.

he……

it turns out……

it turns out!

   In order to keep himself sane, he did this...

   "Boom"

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   On the screen, Will Smith was in a coma, and the light on the screen began to become extremely dim...

  Ba Liming looked 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 blood donations of bright red...

   Moreover, it did not stop, it was flowing little by little.

   "Line!"

   "The wire is here, here is the resistor..."

   "Without a multimeter..."

   "Circuit diagram..."

  “…”

  There was no light on the screen, but everyone could hear Zhou Yang muttering to himself, saying a lot of professional terms that only those who majored in electronic information could know.

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

  Time is passing little by little...

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

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

   (end of this chapter)