Angles suddenly felt a ridiculous sense of joy, as if the man in the movie called "911" for help, which was a wrong choice.

The operator who was always calm seemed to be listening to a farce, and did not help at all. Instead, it wasted the man's precious time and consumed the few oxygen in the coffin.

One person was about to be killed, but the people next to him turned a blind eye because they didn't know each other. The scenes just now gave the uncle this feeling.

Although he knew that this was not the operator's fault, he still couldn't suppress his anger. He even thought that if he met such an operator, he would definitely scold her. But these had no effect on the man who wanted to survive in the movie.

He lay decadently in the coffin, his breathing sounds almost unheard.

The lighter that was pressing his left hand began to let go.

The light disappeared and the screen was dark. Is the man going to die? The uncle couldn't help but start to worry.

Yes, how can he save himself? He didn't even help "911", so he should be desperate.

After Paul turned off the lighter again, he did not give up, but was thinking calmly.

After reorganizing my ideas, I lit the lighter again and started making phone calls.

He called his wife first, Linda.

Unfortunately, Linda did not answer the phone. The man turned to the "411" number check station, hoping to find the FBI phone number, but the operator unyieldingly asked Paul to designate a specific state and city. Impatient, he casually said "Chicago". After that, the phone was transferred to the FBI in Chicago, and he began to explain the situation...

......

Lehman had already seen the movie he made completely. From the time someone stopped, he stepped aside and stared at the audience.

He counted, from the beginning when the uncle came over to the three little girls, 50 seconds passed.

Some people joined one after another, and so far there are 17 viewers, and none of them left, which means that the loss rate after the movie is played is still zero.

His eyes swept back and forth, and he found a suspicious person: 7 seconds ago, the pedestrian passed by and saw people gathering here. With the mentality of watching the excitement, he also stopped and looked at it on the side of the road, about 5 meters away.

Then, he walked a little closer, but his body still looked like he was ready to leave at any time. After more than ten seconds, he took a few steps forward, and then more than ten seconds later, his body moved completely towards the direction of the screen, and walked to the group of people who were watching for free before standing in front of the viewing.

The number of viewers has also changed from 17 to 18.

In addition to Ryan and Thomas Lacke, there are also situations in this way.

Of course, not all pedestrians will stop and watch and not leave: most of them will just glance and leave, without any desire to be attracted.

Some people stopped to look at it for a while and left within a few minutes. Some people even muttered the words "what bad movie" in their mouths.

But in general, as long as you really join the movie audience, no one has chosen to leave, and stop to watch and see the proportion of joining the group is about 12 to 1.

Just as Lehman opened his head and looked at the potential audience back and forth, this small group was like a ball of magnets, exhausted and emitted magnetism, selecting guys of common nature from passers-by to attract them.

18,20,25,33,47...

In just half an hour, the number of people expanded to 52 in one fell swoop.

It took 50 minutes to grow from one person to 17; it took only 30 minutes to grow from 17 to 52.

What does this mean? It means that the growth rate is accelerating.

Lyman, who was idle, kept counting, absolutely accurate to the decimal point.

The number of audiences continues to increase.

The open space he chose was quite large, but more than fifty people of different heights, fatness and thinness went to this place, and they also left room for the distance between the screening equipment, curtains, curtains and audiences, which seemed a little crowded.

The pedestrians who stopped to watch again did not need to be interested and moved closer because he was already standing on the side of the road.

"Hey, Ryan, why are you here?"

"I just passed by, it's quite interesting. Come and have a look."

"Didn't you agree to go to the exhibition hall to watch "Your Mom is the same"? It's 10:30 and it's about to start. Let's go quickly."

"Don't...don't...don't, I've seen the most interesting places. I'll finish watching this movie first."

"This man is so unlucky. How could the idiots from American politicians save him?"

"Dad, let's go, I want to have ice cream."

"Afghanistan is so chaotic, isn't it just that Americans are trying hard to make trouble behind the scenes? This group of thugs will definitely not let Paul go. I want to say that his family is the most pitiful and threatened. The United States will not provide protection as promised."

......

Once there are too many people, you can't maintain the quiet atmosphere ahead.

In the intervals when the film slowed down, audiences kept starting to popularize science or express some opinions about watching the movie.

The noisy thing also attracts the attention of passersby.

Humans all over the world have the mentality of watching the fun regardless of their skin color.

This is an element rooted in the depths of the genes. Every time something happens, it can be surrounded by a large group of people. Now it is so lively, it can be regarded as creating momentum for the movie.

After a while, Thomas and Ryan returned to Lehman. They obviously noticed the grand occasion here and understood that they didn't need to show off their faces.

"How are you? How many people?" Ryan asked slightly excitedly.

"There are too many people coming from behind, and I can't count them, but there can be at least more than seventy." Lehman gave his most conservative estimate.

"There are quite a lot of people." Thomas couldn't help but sighed as he watched the video intently.

If this is a funeral for their work "Burning Live", Lehman admitted it. Even after going back, it will enter the offline market, and it will be worth it!

At least it has been recognized, he thought.

As time goes by, the film begins to enter the end of the final chapter.

After Paul once again rejected the thug's video recording proposal, he slowly turned over and lay on the coffin. His eyes were full of despair. 911 rejected him, fbi questioned him, and the parent company fired him on the phone, because he harassed a female employee within the company some time ago. According to the company's regulations, he would lose his job. What's even more ridiculous is that the man who was chosen to be forgotten by everyone was the group of thugs most concerned about. They called in one by one, threatening him, and clamoring to kill his whole family if he didn't record the video.

At this moment, he was like an ant, being played with his life freely, and the price was still paid for the Washington authorities. It was their greed and lies that made the man come to this situation.

"Crack, Crack..." The narrow coffin seemed to be unable to withstand the weight of the outside sand and began to make sounds.

Paul was awakened, and he looked at the gradually twisted wooden board, his eyes deep and filled with fear with a hint of relief.

He called home again, but it was no longer his wife, but his mother who suffered from Alzheimer's disease in the nursing home.

In her memory, Paul was still a child. She was talking nonsense and trivial things. The dull words that repeated many times made Paul fall into a complete collapse.

Even though the man shed tears, he still bit his lower lip tightly and prevented his voice from making any sound.

His mother also began to forget him, and he was abandoned in a barren land, waiting for death to come, but he still did not want his mother to worry about him.

One corner of the coffin board began to collapse, and sand poured down like a waterfall.

The man quickly hung up the phone and tried to block the hole with his coat and clothes on his body, but the action did not seem to have much effect, and sand kept pouring in.

At this speed, it doesn't take too much time to really bury Paul alive.

At the moment of crisis, the phone began to vibrate again, and the man answered the phone as if he had grabbed the life-saving straw.

On the other end of the phone was the thug.

They revealed the detailed address of the man's family and once again threatened to shoot the video.

This time Paul agreed, and he could not guarantee that the US government would guarantee the safety of his family. Besides, he was about to die and didn't care about anything.

After the phone hung up, the man turned on his phone again and recorded a video, as a will, leaving everything to his wife Linda and his daughter.

"I love you, Linda, Sally." He said at the end of the video.

This sentence is also the last trace he left in this world.

The sand kept pouring in, burying him bit by bit, and Paul's thoughts began to wander, and in the end, only his daughter's laughing words echoed in her confused mind.

The movie is over.

After watching, the audience cleaned up their stinging hearts. Some of them had not yet escaped from their emotions, their cheeks were covered with dry tears, and they stood there, showing a trace of at a loss of fragility.

The last whole non-stop tear-jerking technique did not disappoint Lehman's expectations and successfully shocked the audience.

A slightly relaxed background music began to sound, and the screen began to appear on the screen:

Director: Lehman Ruts.

Screenwriter: Ryan, Lehman.

Starring: Heath Ledger as Paul.

Video: Currenman Subot.

......

Field Note: Thomas.

Field Service: Ryan.

These audiences seemed to be fixed on the spot, and they foolishly read a long section of the cast and crew list without leaving.

Finally, it was the uncle who was the first to come back to his senses and began to give applause.
Chapter completed!