Chapter 421
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It was the kind of desire to achieve one's wish, the kind of desire to be free, the only thing missing was the pursuit of life and the desire to live.
He reached out his hand that was covered in blood and looked at Marsha with a helpless, pleading, and heartbreaking gaze.
Both the director and the actress were deeply affected by the pain in Qin Guan's eyes.
The brown-haired girl seemed to be out of control. Even the horrible scene around her couldn't stop her. She took a step forward and grabbed the trembling hand that was reaching out for help.
"I'll find a way to save you. Hang in there. I'm going to make the call."
She held his hand. It was as if he had suddenly found comfort and the most peaceful harbor in his heart.
His slender fingers wrapped tightly around the other person's hand, using all the strength in his body. The director's camera instantly turned to the direction of the two intertwined fingers.
The young director had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He immediately switched between the close-up and far scenes to reflect the rich emotions and content of the film through local shots.
Practice is the only criterion for testing one's knowledge. I didn't know that emotions could be expressed in a film like this.
Don't be silly, young man. She's an actor who's focused on artistic films, yet she chose to act in a horror film without any artistic content. You're really lucky!
While the director was busy behind the camera, Qin Guan was still controlling the rhythm of the scene. His unfocused pupils slowly focused due to the long-lost warmth. The operating lamp, his internal organs on the ceiling, and the beeping life-support machine appeared clearly before his eyes and ears.
He still did not turn his head and did not move at all. Instead, he calmly and peacefully closed his eyes. His long eyelashes were hanging on his bloodstained face like a butterfly with broken wings.
There wasn't a trace of blood on his thin lips, but he opened the final hymn of his life. "I beg you … I want to leave … leave this place forever …"
He didn't want to be saved alive, but sent off by death. Nobody understood why, because that was what Qin Guan was trying to express.
We can only understand it, not express it in words.
The bloody violence was turned into an artistic film by Qin Guan. Who said that all American horror films were bloody?
The director at the side hammered his knee heavily. Humanities are everywhere!
Martha couldn't stand Qin Guan's suffering anymore. Living was the biggest insult to the handsome man on the cold bed.
She gently pulled out her tightly clenched hands, as if afraid to disturb the other party's peace, and slowly unplugged the power source of the device beside her.
"Beep beep beep … Beep ~ ~ ~" The signs of life finally returned to zero. The tormented man had finally reached his heart's desire.
Qin Guan was free, but he didn't stop his performance.
The script didn't mention this because the corresponding D-level script was too bad. The screenwriter hadn't even considered the basic human reactions.
As the machine stopped working, the oxygen in Qin Guan's body could no longer support his vitality. He trembled slightly, as if he had been electrocuted. Then he twitched a few times.
Having been cut open for so many years, he no longer had the strength to struggle. Even his final departure was so weak and powerless.
Qin Guan's toes trembled slightly. Eventually, they stiffened and his eyes opened slowly.
The pupils that had gathered together dispersed again until the last trace of light disappeared from his eyes. This person had finally obtained what he wanted. He had finally left this ugly world.
Martha had helped him. What would happen next?
The machine squeaked noisily. Martha was still looking at Qin Guan's cold body on the operating table. The director had forgotten to stop the machine.
On the platform, Qin Guan was about to cry and snot. You've been exposed to the intense light for half a day, yet you still want to stare at me. If I don't make you suffer from cataracts, my surname won't be Qin!
His nose was running because the iron bed under him was too cold. The meat on the top could fry an egg, but the skin under him was cold. Is there an end to this?
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan was roaring in his heart. Sister Xue walked up to the director and waved her hands in front of him.
"Okay, okay, stop!" The director came back to his senses and stopped the machine immediately.
Aiyo, director, don't tell me you cried when you saw that scene just now, right? This isn't your first movie, is it?
Sister Xue had guessed right. The rookie was shocked by the final parting of human nature. It turned out that a peaceful death could be so shocking.
Qin Guan jumped up from the iron plate. If he lay on it for a while longer, he would be fried like squid on a hot plate.
Sister Xue turned around to look at the crowd and covered her face with her hands.
"Qin Guan, can you cover your face with the sheet on the table?"
"What? Why? I'm not naked. " Qin Guan looked down unconsciously. No wonder the assistant had put a white sheet under his belly when he had been pushed out for the play.
His white linen shorts were soaked in blood and stuck to his body. It was a temptation to be wet. Ha ha ha … Damn it!
Qin Guan covered himself up like an Indian. He smiled awkwardly at Martha and ran to the dressing room. How embarrassing! Did she see anything just now?
He didn't see anything. Marsha didn't even cover her face. She was just staring at his lower body. Being vague was the best way to show off. Half of it was the best way to make people feel itchy.
As soon as he reached the dressing room, he ran to the bathroom and rinsed his face under a big iron bucket that was exposed to the sun. The syrup had a high degree of solubility, and the foundation had helped to wash the blood off quickly.
When Qin Guan came out, Fred moistened the latex with a special chemical agent and peeled off the whole shell.
Qin Guan had to wash up. When he walked out with his wet hair, Sister Xue had already received his salary from the finance department.
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