What the hell is Uncle Dong happy about letting you play the role of village committee member?

Chapter 237 Steps to Death

The heaving chest finally relaxed completely, and Han Ling lay on the iron bed, feeling his whole body ejaculate.
Eyes half open, motionless.

Until Zheng Ming, who was standing behind the director's monitor, shouted: "Okay, stuck!"

When he heard the sound indicating that the performance was over, Han Ling, who was lying on the iron bed, stopped holding his breath, took a few big breaths, and relaxed.

"Well done!"

Zheng Ming and the spectators applauded.
"But after all, it happened suddenly, and the effect is a little different from what I expected, but it is already perfect!"

Zheng Ming's tone was full of appreciation.

"A movie king is a movie king."

"The acting was so good! The details were perfect. Even at the last moment, when he had to perform a complete loss of vital signs, Han Ling held his breath specially. You didn't see that even his eyes became dull!"

"It seems that Han Ling's acting skills are even better than last year. If he really replaces Ning Feng and participates in the International Art Exchange Conference, maybe he can really get a ranking!"

"If you ask me, it's because there is only one [performance] quota in this conference. Otherwise, Ning Feng and Han Ling can team up to compete. Why bother to compete now?"

"That's what you say, but reality is reality. Only one person can represent the country, but now it seems that it is 80% to 90% Han Ling."

"Yes, no matter how much Ning Feng acts, he can't surpass Han Ling, right?"

Among the voices of discussion,
With the help of the staff, Han Ling had untied the straps from the iron bed, moved his body briefly, took a deep breath,

Break away from the performance state just now.

"This kind of drama is really difficult to perform. Just now I tried to get into the character's state, and I instinctively felt a strong sense of suffocation."

"If you want to perform the death penalty drama well, you must be well prepared."

Han Ling explained modestly, while looking at Ning Feng not far away intentionally or unintentionally.

It seemed to indicate that he had already won.

Walking out of the studio, Han Ling walked directly to Ning Feng.

He smiled playfully: "It's your turn."

"Don't let me down too much."

Ning Feng didn't say anything, smiled faintly, and walked past the other person, heading towards the studio.

Han Ling snorted coldly,

"Let's see how long you can laugh! Steal things from my hands! What qualifications do you have!"

Becoming famous at a young age also brought Han Ling the shortcoming of arrogance.

In his eyes, there is no need to take artists of his own age seriously!

"Ning Feng, just try your best."

Zheng Ming gave two special instructions: "You're not very thorough yet. You have to be careful when performing. When I ask someone to strap you on, tighten it a little loosely."

"Thank you, Director Zheng, but I appreciate your kindness. Since it is a performance, you should take it seriously."

Ning Feng spoke firmly,

"Besides, there won't be any big problems in such a short period of time."

"Since you insist on this, I won't say anything more." Seeing this, Zheng Ming shook his head helplessly.
I sighed in my heart: "This guy's level of professionalism is still so exaggerated."

Then, with a wave of his hand,
Conducting the scene: "Camera ready! Props ready! Actors entering!"

The staff on site became busy instantly.

Ning Feng also changed his suit into ordinary casual pants and white close-fitting short-sleeves with the help of the prop staff.

Take a deep breath, adjust your mood and state, and wait for the performance to begin!
"Actors prepare!"

"Start!" Following Zheng Ming's order,
In the studio, the door of the lethal injection room was suddenly pushed open.

Xin Xiaofeng, played by Ning Feng, was escorted by the police and walked in with dull eyes.

The shackles clanked, and Ning Feng staggered a little, lowering his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's not bad that Ning Feng is in good condition."

"After all, he has won two consecutive championships in the actor category of "A Wonderful Dream", so he must be worthy of his name. But I heard that his hand seemed to be injured during the final performance? There are fractures and fractures. Counting the days, this You should still be recovering, right?"

"It's really cruel. I think the plaster has been removed and now it's all tied up. You really don't think of yourself as a human being at all. Even a man made of iron can't withstand such torture."

"It's good to have professionalism, but you can't just make a living all the time. Actors still need to have strong acting skills to be convincing."

"Han Ling has already performed quite well. This thing has a prerequisite effect. If Ning Feng's performance is similar, I'm afraid it will be felt that he is far behind."

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. Ning Feng has already acted on it. I can't tell whether it is good or bad."

Where everyone’s eyes converge,
In the studio,

Ning Feng was escorted by the police to the room where the lethal injection was carried out.

The shackles on my hands were also removed,
The whole person is like fish on the chopping board, pressed on the iron bed,

The hands and feet were first fixed with straps, and cold electrodes were connected to the ECG instrument and stuck to the body of Xin Xiaofeng, played by Ning Feng.
It feels like ice, and every time you put it on, the fear in your heart will increase.
Ning Feng was lying on the iron bed. Due to extreme fear, his hands and feet felt cold and his body was extremely stiff.

He even looked hard at the arms tied to the bed, and the fixed belt was tightened little by little, as if what was being tightened was his own life!

From beginning to end, his eyes followed the police officer who was busy fixing his straps.

From right hand to left hand, from left leg to right leg.

Everywhere he was bound, he could clearly feel the approach of death, the collapse and powerlessness of being unable to break free!

When all the electrode sheets were pasted, Xin Xiaofeng, played by Ning Feng,
In addition to the limbs, there are three or four firm straps fixed on the torso.

After everything was fixed, the police officer in charge of Ning Feng had to pull the straps with his hands to confirm the tightness.

Convinced of the inevitable fate, Ning Feng lay on the cold iron bed, his lips turned white and his face looked quite bad.

Chest heaving, breathing heavily.

The fear, uneasiness, and torture of waiting for death made him feel unprecedented pain.

"Report! Preparations completed!"

In the lethal injection room, police officers and medical staff stood aside and reported loudly.

"Please issue an execution order!"

"implement!"

"Yes! Execute!"

As always, Zheng Ming gave orders from the sidelines;
The response of the medical staff echoed in the room where the lethal injection was carried out, making the victims shudder.

The elbow socket was tied tightly with a yellow rubber band. Medical staff wearing gloves patted the blood vessels above and then applied iodine.

The next second, the needle connected to the injection drug will be inserted into the blood vessel.

This is a real hit, and the blood regeneration is clearly visible.

Secure the needle with medical tape.

Then the rubber strap was loosened.

At this moment, I felt the clear pain in my elbow socket,
Xin Xiaofeng, played by Ning Feng, tightly closed her white lips, her whole body was tense and trembling.

(End of this chapter)