The woman in the video is called Pamela Ruti. She is Paul's colleague and the mother of two children. She is also in the convoy where she was attacked today. Now it seems that she is held hostage in another location and stays with the kidnappers. The kidnappers demand that if Paul does not record the kidnapping video, they will immediately tear up the tickets.

Chanel was stunned. His muscles were unable to move at all. Even his soul had frozen into ice. The shock and fear that burst out from the depths of his heart slammed his throat. There was no sound at all. This performance was Lan Li's performance when auditioned at the Youth Hostel. Despair was permeated in panic and despair was despair in fear. The unswerving momentum penetrated the big screen like a sharp blade, and it slashed directly from top to bottom, which shocked Chanel completely.

Compared to the performances at the Youth Hostel, the performance on the big screen is more shocking, more crazy, and more real. Between the light and shadows, the dark brown eyes firmly grasped all the attention, and even the breathing sounds completely disappeared. The smell of blood could be clearly felt between Chanel's lips and teeth, and exploded in a mighty way.

It was over, everything was over. When he watched Paul press his cheek against the floor of the coffin, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the light in his eyes had completely disappeared. Gavin knew that everything was over, and the fear surrounding his ankles had climbed to his chest at this time. The warmth of his heart and the ups and downs of his lungs seemed to have begun to slow down, but he still couldn't move, and could only watch all this life, but he was powerless.

When the big screen fell into darkness again, the entire screening room was silent, and the darkness that lasted twenty-five seconds did not arouse anyone's dissatisfaction or irritation. Everyone sat quietly in place, then opened their eyes wide, and then opened their eyes wide, trying to find a trace of light in the unfathomable darkness, even if it was just the light deep in Paul's eyes.

The rhythm of the movie seemed to suddenly fall into a stagnation, and the audience's brains could finally be re-operated, but at this moment, the gloomy light of the green glow stick teared through the cover of darkness and lit up again. Then Paul looked at the soles of his feet with horror, his breathing was trembling slightly, but his muscles were tightened to the extreme.

"Ah!" After looking at the camera, many people in the screening hall screamed in shock, and even those brave people were shocked. Snake! A snake actually crawled into the coffin. Although the species could not be distinguished in the faint light, the snakes in the desert were all fatal, especially the rattlesnake. In such a narrow space, it was almost equivalent to the sentence of Paul's death. Any rash move would end here immediately.

The screams of exclamation involuntarily, and even began to numb the scalp and goosebumps crawled all over the body.

In panic, Paul held his breath, opened the small wine pot, sprinkled the little alcohol left in the direction of the snake, and then carefully lit the lighter, and his eyes looked at the snake. At the critical moment, the flame of the lighter exploded, igniting the remaining alcohol in Paul's hand. He subconsciously threw the lighter over, then leaned back quickly, and in a hurry, kicked the phone out.

At this moment, the phone began to vibrate, and the flash of light looked extremely weak in the flames, but the snake was not injured at all. Instead, it passed through the line of alcohol and crawled towards Paul.

Chanel gritted his teeth tightly, and then did not exclaim. He held his breath and looked at the big screen with a slight slightest change. The snake changed direction at the last moment, crawled over the phone, and then drilled into the sand outside through a gap beside it.

But the crisis still did not touch, and the phone was still shaking tirelessly, like a death talisman, one after another. Paul kept glancing at the phone after another, but the movement in his hand almost plugged the gap in the gap. A small wine pot was not enough to fall, and the alcohol that was not available was flowing out; and the phone was still whispering, as if the moment of stopping was the moment when Paul's life ended.

Finally blocked the gap, but then Chanel found that there was a fire on one side and a mobile phone on the other side, and Paul couldn't reach it at all at all at the end of the coffin! So Paul curled up to the extreme again, trying to copy the turn he had just turned around. His head, neck, and spine were stuck to the extreme. It seemed that he would fall apart with just a little more force. After a brief suffocating stop, Paul finally turned around again, but before his hand could stretch out, the phone stopped vibrating. At the same time, the alcohol that slipped out was getting closer and closer to the fire, and even the fluorescent stick had been burned to melt. It seemed that the entire coffin would be ignited in the next second, and then Paul would burn to death.

Chanel wanted to close his eyes, but could hardly bear to look directly. Tessa beside her was already curled up in her arms and refused to watch, but Chanel still forced herself to open her eyes wide and did not want to miss every detail. Just as the alcohol was about to touch the flame, Paul hurriedly pushed the sand on the ground, not only blocking the alcohol, but also extinguishing the flames.

Chanel was almost breathless. Before she realized it, her dry throat began to vomit, and her stomach was so nervous that it was cramped. The drowning suffocation made her lungs burn hotly.

After finally overcoming the crisis, the atmosphere seemed to be relieved. Paul picked up his phone and searched it unconsciously, but inadvertently found the option to change the language, successfully switched Arabic to English, and then found the phone number of the phone. He immediately fell into ecstasy. He called Linda first, but it was still recorded and no one answered. What's worse, the phone was only the last grid of telephone left.

At this moment, the kidnappers came in a second video. Because Pamela's request did not receive a response from the government, they executed Pamela on the spot. Seeing the scene of a broken brain, Paul's fear surged up. He began to vomit wildly, but nothing was left in his stomach, and he could only spit out a lot of stomach acid and saliva. The fear of death had touched the skin.

In despair, Mark White was Paul's only hope, Mark White, who was once kidnapped but was saved.

Paul dialed Dan's number, and Dan condemned Paul for making a video of the kidnapping as soon as he came up. Now the video has more than 40,000 views on the oil pipe, which has pushed the kidnappers to the point where they have no choice; but Paul no longer cared, "I found the number of this mobile phone, but you didn't, why?" Faced with Paul's questioning that was so tired that he was desperate, Dan couldn't give the answer, "I don't know." This was his only answer to all Paul's questions.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from outside the coffin. Paul realized that the team searching for him was likely nearby, which rekindled a trace of hope. However, before there was time to continue the conversation, the explosion caused the entire coffin to shake, as if the army and the kidnappers had a head-on conflict.

But Paul had no time to be glad because the coffin board was blown off and the sand poured down like a waterfall. It seemed that it would take much time to really bury Paul alive. Paul took out the jacket that was blocking the gap and tried to block the hole on his head, but the action of tearing down the east and west walls did not seem to have much effect. At the moment of crisis, the phone began to vibrate again, and Paul answered the phone as if he had grabbed the life-saving straw.

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and polite, and it was Allen Davenport, the company's human resources manager.

Gavin felt the cold, biting cold, as if the temperature in his chest had begun to disappear, and the tide of fear had already flowed to his neck, leaving only his brain to operate. At the critical moment, at a moment of life hanging on the line, at a precarious moment, Allen called and fired Paul on the grounds of suspicion that Paul and Pamela had an affair, not only cut off Paul's lifeline, but also cut off the legacy left by Paul. If Paul dies here, neither his wife nor family will receive any subsidies.

The coldness of large companies and national governments is chilling from the bottom of their bones. When faced with a life in danger, what they consider is to minimize their economic losses as much as possible, without even a trace of humanity.

When Paul hung up the phone weakly, the entire screening room was silent. The drowning suffocation made people desperate, and even the strength to resist could not be raised. The feeling of powerlessness made people confused and numb.

The coffin board could not hold on again and began to leak sand. Dan called and confirmed that the army used bombing to eliminate all the kidnappers. "Do they know I'm here? Do they care?" This was Paul's only question. Because the kidnappers died, no one knew where he was buried. In the vast desert, it was impossible to find a person. "Everything is over, right?"

"No." Dan, speechless, just subconsciously refuted, but then said, "Yes."

After the phone hung up, Paul turned on his phone again, recorded a video, and used it as a will, leaving everything he had to his wife Linda and son Sean, "I love you, Sean." This is the last trace he left in the world. The sand fell sparsely like a waterfall, burying him little by little, and Paul's face began to blur, leaving only the words of laughter echoing in the dim light.

Tessa bit her lower lip and started to cry. Even though she tried hard, tears continued to fall. She watched Paul light the light and put it on her chest, quietly watching the firelight buried bit by bit by bit by bit, calm and calm, as if the world had finally calmed down, and the sound of sand falling constantly came from his ears, quiet and grand.

Tessa covered her mouth hard, once, again, the extermination of hope had cut off all Paul's courage, and then, it ended like this, as if she had pinched her throat and cut off her breath.8
Chapter completed!