The Greatest Showman

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There was a bit of agitation in the auditorium, and even though the lights had dimmed, the sound of the sound was still lingering. For the audience, not only did they not expect the premiere of "Buried Alive" to be so lively, but they also didn't expect the premiere to be full, and there were still a small number of spectators behind who could not enter the venue. It was so rare that everyone was a little excited.

Rodrigo couldn't help but get irritated, because he clearly knew that the movie was on track from the first shot, and if these people continued to make noise, they would miss important shots next. Nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation were mixed together. The fists were clenched and loosened. In the end, they couldn't hold back, stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly, "Quiet, please keep quiet! The movie is about to start, please be quiet. okay?"

After speaking angrily, Rodrigo sat down again, his heart beating frantically against his chest, which was too bold just now. But unexpectedly, the restlessness in the screening hall really began to calm down—the politeness of the Canadians really lived up to their reputation.

Gavin watched the title carefully, but as a result, he didn't know any company in it, and he didn't even know the name. It was an independent film with roots. After the end of the film, the big screen fell into darkness. Gavin adjusted his sitting posture and entered the viewing state. Ten seconds passed, and there was silence; twenty seconds passed, and there was no sound; thirty seconds passed. Yes, it's still the same...

Gavin couldn't help looking left and right. Could it be that there was something wrong with the film? Or is there something wrong with the projection equipment? After the end of the title, there was no movement at all for 30 seconds, it was a complete still picture - and it was still a black screen, which looked like a total projection accident! This, how is this possible?

Although "Buried Alive" is an independent film, the organizers don't pay attention to it so much, and there is even a screening accident, which is too bullying!

Gavin felt a little aggrieved, and called the "Buried Alive" crew injustice. There was no sound in the screening room, but it was obvious that the audience began to have doubts. Everyone looked left and right, clothes and seats. The trivial sound of the chair rubbing slowly spreads in the darkness, and the irritable mood is breaking the state of watching the movie.

"Phew." There was a sound of breathing in the screening room, not loud, and there was some depression in the faintness.

Gavin's first reaction was that the reporters and colleagues around him found something. He hurriedly looked left and right, but found that everyone was looking left and right. Then, the faint breathing sounded in his ears again, as if someone was sticking to Gavin. Wen's ears are generally dull, struggling, and painful. Gavin was stunned for a moment, his muscles stiffened in place, slowly, slowly turning his head and looking at the large screen that was motionless - could it be that the sound came from the surround sound?

The suppressed breathing began to struggle, and the muffled cough was mixed with the rapid breathing due to anxiety, firmly grasping Gavin's attention. Not only Gavin, but all the audience in the audience fell silent. In the darkness where no fingers could be seen, only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard, and the surging darkness seemed to be an invisible rope. He tied everyone to a chair, his muscles were immobilized, and then he opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen, trying to find some clues from the pitch-black darkness.

However, they failed.

In the panic of breathing, the body began to collide with the surrounding, making a heavy and muffled sound, as if the devil was struggling. Gavin only felt that his heart was held in the palm of his hand, slowly tightening, tightening again, fatal. Fear quietly grabbed his ankle, and the cold touch made Gavin shudder involuntarily. He tried to move his body, but found it difficult to move - it was like the sound of breathing in the dark, trapped In a narrow space, the result of rushing left and right was only bruised and bruised, and the picture in his mind became vivid with the terrified and rapid breathing sound in his ear.

Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds, Gavin's eyes widened, motionless, as if time had stopped on him.

"Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter hitting the flint made Gavin hold his breath, and the faint firelight illuminated the embarrassed left eye. In the uncertain faint firelight, the light flickered, and Gavin was tightly squeezed by the throat.

The rapid breathing was slamming against the heartbeat, and the firelight tried hard to support the darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, fainted little by little, and then saw the mouth bound by the dirty cloth, and the man who was bound by the hemp rope. Both hands, awkwardly grasping a lighter, dispelling the surrounding darkness and presenting the whole world to the viewer's eyes - it's a wooden box, a wooden box the size of a coffin, a wooden box that imprisons men in a narrow space .

The man began to hit the plank with his elbow and the wall with his shoulder. He struggled and slammed desperately. The faint spark of the lighter began to shake because of all his strength. The sense of urgency with his life hanging by a thread made Gaiwen want to cry. crack.

Suddenly, the fire went out, along with Gavin's breath, and all the noise in the cinema.

In the panic, the man tried several times in a hurry, then turned on the lighter again, and then used every part of his body to collide violently, trying to escape. He only reacted at this time, and hurriedly tore off the cloth tied to his mouth, leaving a deep red mark on his cheek, "cough...cough..." He tried to say something, but it seemed that Lost the ability to speak, and finally can only utter a single syllable, "Ah!" He was calling, calling

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