Big play bone

The sound of the heart is getting bigger and bigger, as if it can tear the chest at any time, directly fell, panic from the bottom of the foot, the scalp starts hidden, the urgent breathing is more helping, the soy-bean sweat is constantly going down Slim, the back is already wet, he wants to take a side, do not want shoulders, he hit the wall. He even felt pain, tight muscles did not respond.

No, he can not plan to die, he will never wait quietly.

He began to hit the wooden board above the shoulders, let's take a look, but his whole person is in the state of lying, and the hands and feet are shackled within a limited space. There is no way, even if you hit it up, it looks. Also like ants, there is no much force at all.

But he still did not give up, biting his teeth, hit it again, the whole coffin shook it gently, the silkwood hopedly all the motivation in his heart, tightened the muscles of the whole body, the whole person huddled to the extreme, knee The walls have allocated the wall, then the simulation spring is general, release all the strength, hit the wooden board with shoulders, but too hard, can't control it, then can't hit it directly, drill the heart of the bones, let him not bite Anthetic.

The anger could not curb the ground and started from the heart, and the hands of the top is close to the top of the top, and if the crowd is still can't help, "grass! Grass! Grass!" The whole person's hands and feet, Crazy, struggled, "Someone? Come alone! I was trapped inside! Someone! Someone!"

The whole person is like a volcanic, the source is constantly sprayed, but his struggle is so insignificant, and the arm has not come to the wall, and the feet have not come to the wall, and the muscles have not yet come. Hitted the wall, the narrow space almost killed all his explosions, under the water, and found a powerful point, could not find an original power, hard studies were truck in half.

That kind of bench is burning, it is difficult to curb the explosion, all reason, all the calm is burned, just forgetting me struggle, at this time, even the Jesus I appeared in front of him, he also You can tear him into countless fragments.

"Harmony, calling ..." After the exhausted breathing begins, after the chest, the brain hurts, the hot air does not seem to catch too much oxygen, there is no warning "Vomitation." The voice of the Hanghetou slammed all things in the belly, and the strong tea drunk in the morning was vomiting.

He this / can turn his head, let the vomit spit next to it, but still half steps, some liquids are flowing into the neck, then the warm and sticky touch is not helping, the stomach is more rare. It seems that even the dinner last night is half a half.

What wolf, how embarrassed, how despair.

Hold the fist, and slammed up toward the wall. Just just to vent the anger of the heart, I took a moment, as if I couldn't feel pain, my teeth were almost bite, "Ah!" Endlessness, shouting, shouting to the vocal cords, start faint pain, squeezing the last strength in the body, the whole person is softly lying down, and finally gave up all the struggle and anger, just like the dead body. Lying in place.

097 walks into the magic

The darkness, the endless darkness, it seems to be in the universe, the extreme dark begins to devour the bright, swallow the hope, swallow the vitality, the spatial touch is gradually lost, it seems to be almost suffocated, and it seems to be wide to boundless It has lost its meaning even for a second, and there is no difference in the long life of one or century.

Quiet, suppressing the ultimate quiet, breathing breathing, there is no sound in the ear, even if the sound of air flow seems to have disappeared, there is a slow flow of water, people are not strong The eyes are carefully listening, trying to capture a line of life, but later reacted, this is the sound of his blood, it is like a magic, the real and illusory boundaries start disappear.

After exhausted, the blue rites start looking for every slight movement, even the sound of fingertips and fingertips friction is enlarged to the extreme.

Why is he here? Who is he? Is he blue ceremony, or Paul, or a soul that does not exist at all? What is he doing now? What did he pursue again? Should he survive? How should I survive? Does he give up directly, it will be better. Anyway, he has already died once. If you die, it is not terrible to him? No, he should continue to live, because his wife Linda and his son Sean are still waiting for him at home, he doesn't want to die, he is only 27 years old, life is just beginning, he doesn't want to die!

Mobile phone, right, his mobile phone!

The hope of the hope is slightly burning, he began to search for the traces of mobile phones in your pocket, but the pants are empty, the top is there? Top? But he wears a T-shirt today, there is no coat at all. By the way, there is a pocket behind the pants, no, still not.

"Hey! Hey!" The emotions lost the control, and slammed on the wooden board. A slightly swollen fists came a pain, but the muscles were almost numb, but they didn't care about it.

Why did he fall into such a dilemma? How did he push himself to such a dilemma?

Iraq, yes, Iraq. The dead real estate foam allows them to lose all, only only in the bank account ... 700 US dollars, ha, see the ghost's seven hundred dollars, he even a steak can not eat, not to say money.

Because of this financial crisis, he and Linda have quarreled nearly 13 months, all love, all sweet, all happiness becomes frustrated in front of the survival crisis, every day is a bit.

They have had a beautiful time, and the university is crazy. You have a new marriage, and they use their hands a little bit of happiness home. But the bottom of the valley overnight, the huge gap made two people, and he even lost his work, and the snow was added.

When I started, I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember, I couldn't be a little thing. I didn't put it in the refrigerator. I left the kitchen forgot to turn the lights, and put it in the shopping basket in the garage. I forgot to take it. ... but later, the quarrel will start to lose control. They began to curse each other, blame each other, hate each other, become a look that they don't know each other.

Their life has fallen. Iraq is his only choice. If he refuses, the most late summer is the end of this year, the bank will take the house, he and Linda build a house of the house, he doesn't have much choice, isn't it?

What's more, at that time, Iraq is not a bad choice, rich reward, high pension, and as non-combatants, Iraqi will not take the initiative to attack. Once an accident, not only the company will reimburse. Politics / Government will not stand by, he even he has been a joke with Linda.

Stupid, it is really stupid!

Haven't he never thought about Iraq? No, he thought, just he was selectively ignored! He has never learned lesson.

He wants to go home, he only wants to go home, he wants to read the smile of Linda, want to read the naughty of Shawn, God, he even won the cold to the stiff winter in Hastins. But now it is trapped in this small box. This is in a small box that does not open his hand, and then quietly waiting for death, quietly waiting for the oxygen to be consumed, then cruelly cut all the vitality.

How ridiculous, isn't it? It's more ridiculous that he is now that I want to cry, just miss, my mouth is gently rushed, and then I will pull it down. Desperate begins to pell his heart.

He is really a coward, be bold and afraid of dead cowards, even if there is no such thing as the survival, it is, so it is awesome, the irritability of Iraq is, and it is not equal to the death of nature, so give it to the ground. He is a shame, a joke. Do he want to challenge the acting? Do he want to achieve a dream? Do he want to be a good actor? This is just the ridiculous jokes since the 21st century.

Elizabeth and George said, he didn't have any talents. He did not have any talents. The dream of acting is just a virtual unusual thought. Dreams like those top-aliens to shock the audience, dreams like those artists in acting On the road, you have a day that belongs to yourself. Dreams like the names of the names of the famous history, but all this is just the pride and paranoies in the heart, but it is just the unwillingness of the life.

He is an unable to perform the talent, even even "hurting Zhong Yong" is not, because Zhong Yong is at least brilliant, it is like a meteor, but he is an ordinary person. This is the case, this is true, even if it is reborn, it is still a loser.

He is like the Sisifus in the ancient Greek mythology, trying to put the boulder push the hill top, but because the boulder is too heavy, every time you have notned the top, you will roll down the mountain, and you will give up. So, he continues to repeat, sitting in this thing forever, and life is slowly exhausted in such an invalid and hopeless work.

This is the punishment of the gods.

He has thought that it is chasing the dream, self-righteousness, and once success, it will create brilliant, no gods, every day's struggle is so enrichment, so excited, but in fact this is just a stupidity repeating action, I will not give up my head and break the blood. I have worked hard, I still can't break it, and finally my life stays on the steep slope that will never be achieved.

This is the source of his belief, but it is also his tragic source.

So should he give up? Or is he gave birth now? He gave up his dreams, gave up struggles, the two people, they still lost the same ending quietly lying here waiting for death, what can't be done, still doing anything?

No, he will not pay the surrender! He refused to surrender! No matter what the result is, even if he will die once again, he must fight to finally, he will not be able to let it, will not give up.

Calm, he must calm down.

He doesn't have any tools now, can only rely on his own hands, there is a feet, the mind is bright, he wears sports shoes today, there is a lace on the shoes. If he finds a slit, put the lace out Is it possible to save the signal? Maybe too weak, too bad, but at least a hopes!

So he began to calm down, pay attention to high concentration, all the messy thoughts were removed, slowly explore the wall with both hands, trying to find the seam of the coffin and the cover, the tactile in the dark and tranquility It is sensitive, as if you can clearly feel that the silky feelings of silk are as if you slowly move in the mud, you can touch each inch of the land, and then wait for a fatal chance.

found it!

The fingertip touched the slight gap, he quickly put the surrounding surrounding fabric into the gap, be a tag, and then start taking off the shoe.

After taking the right foot of the shoes, he realized that the whole person was imprisoned in a limited space, he did not get enough things at all, it is a big brain short circuit! Fortunately, there is a left foot.