Albert felt his heart suddenly tightening, and the panic of fear broke all his defense in an instant. He walked up with a quick step, stretched out his hand and wanted to shake Lance, but he stopped because of fear as soon as he reached out. When his eyes touched Lance's empty eyes, his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

The fingertips touched Lance's arm, the cold skin was not warm at all, and the sticky layer of sweat also lost its temperature, which made Albert's heart tremble, and the irrepressible fear made him tremble all over, like dead leaves floating in the autumn rain.

Suddenly, Lance began to take a breath, as if he was resurrected. Albert was so frightened that he stiffened his whole body. Looking at Lance who had regained his vitality, his mood finally broke down. He wiped the tears in his eyes in panic, but he didn't care about covering up his embarrassment.

"Lance, are you okay?" Albert's voice came from above, but before Lance answered, a sound of vomiting came from beside him. Lance wanted to look up, but found that he was exhausted. He only saw Alan lying next to a red plastic bucket next to him, burying his head completely.

"I, I'm fine." Lance retracted his gaze, and even looked at the others sideways, he felt extremely difficult. He could only lay down again, closed his eyes until Albert began to untie the rope for him, and he realized that his limbs were still bound, and a scorching pain came from his wrists, so clear and so profound.

Lance did not pay attention to Albert, but immersed himself in his thoughts. His tired brain slowly began to recall the scene just now. This was the first time that Lance truly felt that the expressionist and the methodist can be integrated.

Before the performance began, Lance's conception of the scene was based on the performance group. After all, he did not intend to experience "castration" himself, so the skills of the method group were not applicable. He read many medical books, consulted relevant doctors, and also borrowed a medical school teaching video for viewing, trying to use the expression group to accurately grasp the emotion of "the pain reached the extreme but the cry was not done, and then gradually began to numb."

In fact, he did the same during the performance, showing the pain that penetrated his soul with the most precise performance. But gradually, he began to feel Jeff's soul gradually awakening, and even the pictures of Jeff's life began to roll in his mind, how he became a child-loving person, how he refused to admit himself, how he committed sins, how he defended himself, and in the end, how he lay here to be castrated... that kind of despair, that kind of anger, that kind of confusion, was flowing wildly in the blood, almost losing control.

In a trance, he forgot that this was filming, he forgot his true identity, he even forgot the existence of the camera, the boundary between falsehood and reality had completely disappeared, and the whole person had escaped into a chaotic world, all emotions were so surging that they were almost out of control, and the struggle to be pushed to the extreme was as if Ling Chi was not the body but the soul, which made him feel the fear of "secret being exposed", and everything was out of control, like a wave in the tsunami, one after another, and even breathing became difficult, let alone resist.

However, the depth of his spirit was still clear for a moment. He knew that he was being castrated, he knew that he was falling into despair, he knew that he was breaking, he even knew that he could not completely lose control. So, every look, every breath, every expression, even every struggle to get up, every finger curled up, every muscle tightened... Every detail was so clear, so accurate, so fine.

This blurred state between out-of-control and control challenges the extreme of the soul, just as if every pore on the body is flowing with blood mist. After the pain reaches the critical point, it will swallow him at any time. In order to avoid drowning, he has to ignore the torture of his body and spirit and begin to move forward, moving forward... until, "stuck".

He slowly closed his eyes, and the details of the performance in his mind about the scene just now were so clear, but so strange, as if he couldn't tell it clearly, how this performance burst out from the depths of his body. He tried to find the context of the performance, and vaguely, as if he had touched it, but he seemed unable to grasp it. It felt like he was frustrated.

In desperation, Lance could only open his eyes again. The binding of his wrists and ankles had ended. He sat up straight, but found that he was exhausted. Then a transparent water cup appeared in his sight, and the curling smoke showed that it was a cup of warm water. Looking up, Lance saw Percy's worried expression, "You are going to be dehydrated." Percy said.

Only then did Lance notice that his body had turned into coldness, and the hot sweat had turned into coldness. He twisted his body, but found that his clothes had been completely stuck to his skin, and a sense of hardship swept over.

He raised his hand and took the water cup. The hot temperature burned his fingertips, but it slowly calmed down his heart, which was beating wildly, and completely wrapped the water cup with his hands. Feeling the ironing temperature, the stuffiness in his chest slowly vomited out. Then Lance stood up. Although his legs became weak, he finally did not fall, supported his spine again, and took a step forward, "monitor."

Percy and Albert looked at Lance's tired and weak shoulders with concern. Lance was too strange, but neither of them spoke, because they knew Lance's temper better than anyone else, and the consolation at this time would probably hit the gun. Albert glared and signaled Percy to speak; but Percy rolled his eyes and asked "Why don't you go", but he looked at each other.

Emma quickly came up with an excited light on her face, and she took the initiative to hold Lance's arm.

Lance was a little surprised. He frowned and looked at Emma. A sharpness burst out in his tired eyes. He didn't like anyone approaching him like this. Lance raised his hand and wanted to break free from Emma, ​​but Emma hugged her firmly and was unwilling to let go.

Then Emma saw the fierce look in Lance's eyes suddenly exploded, which caught people off guard. Emma couldn't help but retreat. Lance was so strange that the rich bloody smell lingered under her nose. She believed that if she didn't let go, Lance would tear her into countless pieces.

Emma couldn't help swallowing, but did not retreat - not only did she not retreat, but also took a small step forward, and she pressed against Lance's arm tightly, then supported Lance's weight with her shoulders.

Lance was a little stunned. He captured the firmness in Emma's eyes, refused to compromise, refused to give up, and refused to admit defeat. The light of care was so dazzling that Lance couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He lowered his eyes and tried to shake Emma's hands directly, but at this time he really had no strength. He only felt that he had been involved. Not only did he not shake Emma away, but his center of gravity became unstable. He staggered for two steps, as if he was about to fall.

Emma worked very hard to support Lance's huge size of six or two feet. She only felt that Lance's entire body had been weighed down, just like the Alps cracked. She knew she could not support it, but she still didn't let go. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to support Lance. Even if she was crushed to pieces, she would not let go.

Suddenly, the weight became lighter, Emma felt that she was relaxed, and she looked up and saw Michael appear on the other side, holding Lance's left hand. Michael smiled at Emma, ​​which made Emma smile, and then Michael pressed Lance's weight on him and whispered, "Supervisor, this is your destination, right?"

Lance has never been so embarrassed, even when he was swept out by Diorama. His cheeks were slightly hot, he lowered his eyes in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and then stood up straight again. Control returned to his muscles again. He raised his arms gently, but found that Michael and Emma were still unwilling to let go. He could only whisper, "I'm fine now."

Michael hesitated for a moment and wanted to let go, but Emma glared at him. This scared Michael, quickly tightened his hands and held Lance again, but the movement was too big, and he was like a passionate fan, leaning on Lance.

Seeing this scene, the others standing next to him could not help but burst into laughter, "Michael, your new boyfriend?" A teasing sound came out, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Lance shook his head helplessly, and with the support of Michael and Emma, ​​he walked to the monitor. However, after such a short distance, Lance felt his legs trembling slightly. He had to sit on the chair, and then he let out a long breath.

In this scene just now, the physical exhaustion was not that obvious. The most important thing was mental fatigue. The drowsy burnout swept over like a tsunami, making Lance almost unable to resist. Now, after sitting down, his muscles finally relaxed and his spirits were regained. Lance looked around and said, "Allen, Hayden, come here. Let's start looking back."
Chapter completed!