The filming of Submerged War Wolf officially ended.
The time had come for each return to their own pillar.
"Little brother, it's for you." Daisy carried another package of roast chicken and put it in front of Mallory.
And a set of raincoats.
"What for? Don't spend your points like that, you'll use them yourself." Mallory felt something strange about Daisy.
"It's okay, I have enough points to use." Daisy said and ran away.
"There's something strange about her, huh? Like you? You're a real catch for both young and old." Anna came over and looked at Daisy's back and said a few words.
"There is something strange, but not the kind of strange you're talking about." Mallory frowned.
"Go over there, I have something to tell you." Anna walked toward the corner.
Mallory followed.
She was probably going to knock him on the head again, wasn't she? Tell him the time interval of the next show?
"Just so you know, I'm not going to be in this cast for the next show. I asked you to come over to say goodbye to you."
After the two stood, Anna mentioned it to Mallory.
"Why?"
"Before I entered this cast and met you, my so-called 'acting career' in Film City has been very smooth, slowly earning points, slowly upgrading, slowly lowering the height of Stonehenge, slowly expecting to escape from here alive, and rarely encountering very intense dramas like you die and I live. "
"It's too dangerous with you, the closer I get to you, the more dangerous it is, and I almost lost my life. So, I decided to leave this crew, stay away from you and take the smooth development route." Anna replied to Mallory.
"We all have our own way, I wish you good luck in your development." Mallory didn't mean to force her to stay either.
The two of them only met each other in passing, and the last time he saved her was because she gave him roast chicken, and he had to return the favor to her.
"Anyway, you remember my words, if you want to survive in this film city, you can only rely on yourself, no one else is trustworthy." Anna said a few more words, then knocked Mallory on the head four times.
"Okay, I remember." Mallory didn't want to say anything more.
"Take care of yourself! Hell mode, thanks for not giving up on me, or I wouldn't be able to stand in front of you right now. I owe you a life, pay it back when you have the chance! But who knows if I'll ever meet again? Or maybe I'm gone, or you're gone, then it's just a matter of people dying and debts disappearing." Anna added a few more words.
She saw the scene on the terminal where Mallory endured severe physical pain to save her, insisted on giving her chest compressions for artificial respiration, and still didn't give up even after the staff came over.
She knew she was able to enter the medical bay when she was not completely dead, entirely as a result of his persistence.
But Film City is not a place to talk about love.
It's better to hide away from him before you have any real feelings for him, otherwise it won't be good for both sides.
"You take care of yourself too." Mallory still didn't have much to say.
"Let's go!" Anna stood on her tiptoes and gave Mallory a quick nod on the face before turning and running away.
"What's the meaning of this? Letter harassment? Holy shit! I'm going to report you! What makes you kiss my face without permission? And not ... my mouth?" Mallory looked at Anna's back with displeasure.
After quickly eating the roast chicken Daisy gave him, Mallory put on the raincoat Daisy bought him and boarded the bus that took them to the airport down the street.
Soon, the bus arrived at the airport.
Security, all items not suitable for bringing back to Stonehenge were detained, and don't even expect to take a plastic bag.
Then, boarding.
After boarding the helicopter, the helicopter quickly took to the clouds and flew towards their respective Stonehenge locations.
There was nothing to do in the darkness of the helicopter cabin.
Mallory could only sleep.
When he was awakened, the helicopter was already hovering above his Stonehenge.
It was a sunny day here at Stonehenge, not too cold and not too hot.
This made Mallory feel less miserable than the last few times he came back.
Of course, this time his mentality has also changed a little.
Mallory went back down the rope ladder to his broken bed.
Then watched the helicopter disappear into the sky.
Four days.
Get over it.
Anna was gone, and the next time there would be no one to tell him how many days between shows.
The raincoat Daisy had given him was a good thing.
Mallory, of course, would not use it to keep out the rain.
Instead, he was going to use it to catch the rain.
However, Mallory soon gave up on this idea.
After studying the material of the raincoat, Mallory wanted to curse.
It was actually made of scales.
There are countless small holes in the raincoat, covered by the downward plastic sheeting like scales, so you can wear it to protect yourself from the rain, but you want to use it to hold water? There is no door.
It seems that the city has long prevented the actors from cheating.
Or the hot air balloon people give the drink bottle more reliable.
Mallory hurriedly looked at the drink bottle that he tied to the bed rail with a strip of cloth torn from the bed sheet.
It was still there.
Unfortunately, it was empty and there was not a drop of water in it.
Good thing it was a nice day, not too hot and not too cold to make him thirsty anytime soon.
In addition, before leaving, he ate a leftover sesame seed bun, and also ate the roast chicken given by Daisy, so if he sits still, he won't be too hungry until tomorrow night.
"Little Daisy, you're not thinking about it, are you?" Mallory had a vague feeling that something was not right.
He remembered the questions Daisy had asked Anna during the questioning session.
And the way her body had been shaking after the torture.
"It's good that she's gone, this is not the place for her. The drama of torture and such, it's too much for her to last, it's better to go away for the long pain, and it's a relief for her." Mallory is also very open-minded about this.
It's just that Daisy is definitely not going to be able to return the favor of the two roast chickens.
If it can be repaid, it is as the jaded old woman said, one day he became the savior, rescued all the wax figures, and incidentally rescued them together.
Mallory himself did not believe in such things.
He knows he is not a savior, he is just a living mole.
To save his own life is the most important thing.
He did not have time to grieve, and even less time to grieve for these people around him.
He had no heart.
No heart, no lungs.
Mallory laid down on the bedpan.
Now he was in a very different state of mind than he had been when he first arrived at Stonehenge.
Life or death, he looked very light.
No heart and no lungs, perhaps the most suitable way to survive here.
Go to sleep.
Although sleep is not possible.
Still try to sleep.
An hour later, Mallory was really asleep.
...
When he woke up, it was already dark.
He was awakened by the sound of thunder.
Soon the rain fell with a clatter.
Then it got heavier and heavier, like splashing water.
Mallory wore a raincoat and sat quietly in the thunderstorm.
Listening to the thunderclap around him, watching a lightning bolt cut through the night sky.
He had no fear, no anger, and no complaints.
Just sitting silently.
And, of course, he had drunk enough rain to fill up his drink bottle.
He did what he could to do as much as he could, and it was entirely up to God whether he could survive or not.
Or rather, it was the will of Film City.
After a while, Mallory's sleepiness came back.
His body lolled, fell on the rain-soaked bed.
Let the rain and wind, let the lightning and thunder.
He fell asleep.
~Mallory