"Hugo, Hugo..." Due to the rules and regulations of the Angolan prison, Joseph could not enter the interview room, so he could only stand outside the iron railing and shout.

The prison guard opened the door of the interview room so that Joseph's voice could be heard directly in. However, Hugo still supported his knees and said nothing and did not look up.

Joseph couldn't help frowning. Hugo's condition was very bad recently. It was different from the struggle during the shooting of the "Seven Deadly Sins", which was even more severe than the pain during the shooting of "Schindler's List". In just three weeks, Angora Prison seemed to swallow Hugo's sunshine cleanly, or Hugo took the initiative to cooperate with this devouring process and fell into darkness.

It was like choosing the dark Lucifer.

This time, Joseph and Samora were the only ones who accompanied Hugo to Baton Rouge. Because the supervision procedures of Angola prison were very complicated, Samora only came twice before and did not come again. Samora stayed in Baton Rouge, and Joseph drove Hugo along Highway 61 every day to reach the Angola prison, an hour-distance distance. This was the only way to enter and exit the Angola prison.

Joseph could clearly feel the changes of Hugo little by little, which made Joseph even more frightened because this was not the Hugo he knew.

"Hugo, you have to rest, you put too much pressure on yourself..." Joseph tried hard to raise his voice, trying to build a bridge of communication between himself and Hugo. "Now there is still some time before the filming starts. You don't need to be too anxious. You should relax yourself... Besides, you have prepared enough for this role, you have enough ability to do this role, don't force yourself anymore..."

Hugo slowly raised his head, and he turned to look at Joseph, but this directly cut off Joseph's voice, because Hugo's cruel eyes were like a lion aiming at prey, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth had a cruel smell of blood, which made Joseph shudder.

"I don't need you to tell me how to do it." Hugo said coldly, pulling the corners of his mouth upwards. It was already a curve, but he didn't have any smiles. "Do you know how to perform, or do I know how to perform? You are just a manager, but you are here to guide my performance? It's really a fool." Hugo raised his eyebrows lightly, and the contemptuous mockery started to dance lightly like dust dancing in the sunshine.

Joseph couldn't help but put his words in a mess. He had become accustomed to the sudden darkening of Hugo recently. It was understandable, but every time he heard Hugo's hurtful words, he was still confused.

Although Hugo was in a bad state on the crew of "Schindler's List", he was still able to control himself and was often in a state of struggle and chaos. However, this time, Hugo showed signs of losing control. The appearance that did not belong to Hugo's personality at all, or the personality hidden deep in Hugo's heart gradually began to become obvious, not only eroding Hugo, but also eroding other people around Hugo, and the impact was getting worse and worse.

The problem is that they are not even on the crew now, and “Death-Inmate Walking” is not even on. It is hard for Joseph to imagine what will happen after the actual boot.

"Hugo, I don't mean to give you a suggestion of how you perform," Joseph tried to calm down. He needed to guide Hugo, and not to fight with Hugo head-on will only make Hugo more and more violent. "I just said that you just finished talking to Derek, you can take a break before continuing..."

"So, are you an expert?" Hugo interrupted Joseph, sneered softly, and then said in a deep voice to the two prison guards, "You are going to let go like this? Are you not going to continue working?"

The two prison guards looked at each other and finally left the interview room, closed the door, blocked Joseph's vision, and left Hugo alone in the interview room.

Joseph looked at the door that was slowly closed, and there was anger rolling in his chest, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted to fight Hugo, and he wanted to vent his anger, but he knew that Hugo was not intentional. Now Hugo was the most tormenting moment. He couldn't lose his calmness, and he couldn't care about Hugo. So, after hesitating, he finally swallowed the anger that reached his mouth, and just clenched his right hand into a fist and hit the iron railing hard.

With a "pong", Joseph's fist hit hard with the iron railing. He couldn't help but frown and grinned. The reaction force immediately made his fist swollen. "Grass! The hell Jesus Christ!" Joseph complained, but he still couldn't calm down. He raised his foot and kicked the iron railing, trying to vent all his depression.

But he forgot that he was wearing cloth shoes today, not leather shoes. Joseph personally experienced what it means to "kick to the iron plate".

Hank, who was standing aside, walked over and patted Joseph on the shoulder with a pitiful look on his face, "Brother, don't be unable to get along with yourself even if you are angry." One sentence almost made Joseph not have internal injuries.

There was only Hugo left in the interview room. The prison guard on the other side of the barbed wire took Derek away but had not come back yet, so now there were only Hugo in the whole space, but he felt that there were countless noises in his ears. He could not hear the specific sentences clearly. He just felt that he was standing in the center of the traditional vegetable market. The noise from all directions was almost submerged him, but he could not tell the east, west, south and north. The sound kept echoing in his mind, making him feel that his brain was about to split.

Hugo grabbed his short hair hard, and his fingertips could only capture a little bit of fine short hair. With a little force, all the hair slipped away from his fingertips. This feeling of powerlessness made Hugo irritable. He just wanted to vent, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound.

He squeezed his head with both hands, allowing his head to clearly feel the powerful sense of oppression. The sound in his mind calmed down slightly. Hugo stood there and gasped heavily, enjoying this moment of peace.

He knew what had just happened. Everything came to life in his mind, but he had no way to control it. He just felt that he was too irritated, and his emotions were like walking on a tightrope, and he was on the verge of an explosion at any time. Facing Derek, he lost control, which was expected; but facing Joseph, facing the prison guard, he also lost control, which was unexpected.

Hugo closed his eyes in annoyance and supported his head on the wall. Now he felt his brain boiling like a volcano that kept erupting. The magma everywhere made his eyes full of blood; but his body was as cold as a corpse. He could not control his limbs, nor could he feel his blood. This feeling was really bad.

He didn't want this, he didn't want this at all, he didn't want to get angry with Joseph, the prison guards and the others, he didn't want his emotions to lose control completely, he didn't want the darkness in his heart to swallow him, he hated this feeling, he felt that he was lost in the boundless sea, and the darkness that surged from all directions was swallowing him little by little, while the only starlight around him became dim, as if he was about to be destroyed in the dark at any time.

He hated this feeling.

But the problem is that he has no way to control it, and he even has to let it go, because this is his ultimate purpose for coming to Angola prison. But what is even more terrifying is that today he actually began to enjoy this feeling, and he began to enjoy it. This made him feel that he had obeyed the original nature of his heart. It can make him degenerate into a wild beast.

This consciousness made Hugo start to fear. He was afraid of himself.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..." Hugo kept warning himself, his eyes began to become hot and his breathing began to become heavy, but he could not give up his efforts, and kept breathing deeply, calling himself, murmured in his heart, "You can do it, you can do it, whether it is Amon Gos or Anonymous, you have done it, and this time is no exception. You can control the beast in your heart, you can control your emotions, you can control the strength and measure of the performance in your hands, you can do it."

A "clang" sound came over, and Hugo turned around like a frightened bird and looked over. It turned out that the door on the other side of the barbed wire had opened again. A prison guard came out and asked hesitantly, "Hugo, will the next interview continue? Or do you need a rest?"

Hugo wiped his hazy eyes hard, "No...yes...I mean, the next interview will continue, I don't need to rest." Then Hugo lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palms, allowing the warmth of his palms to warm the sourness and pressure from his eyes.

He raised his head and took a few deep breaths. Hugo finally returned to his usual appearance. Although he was still heavy and still dark inside, at least now Hugo has regained his rationality and the key to control his emotions has returned to his hands.

The next interviewer was brought over quickly and sat down opposite Hugo. Hugo adjusted his rhythm and sat calmly over, "Good morning, I'm Hugo Lancaster."

Today, Hugo stayed in Angola Prison for five hours. He talked to four volunteers, but things became more and more difficult, because Hugo could clearly feel his capriciousness, but he could not control it, and his control was disappearing bit by bit. His hands were obviously extremely hard, but no matter how hard he grabbed it, he could not catch anything. Only a piece of air was left in the palm of his hand. This sense of powerlessness made Hugo start to fall and sink.

But he couldn't stop it, he had no way to stop it, and he didn't want to stop it.

After leaving the interview room, Hugo looked at Joseph who was trying to show normality. He knew that he owed Joseph an apology, but the "sorry" had reached his throat, but he couldn't say it. In the end, Hugo swallowed it, just glanced at Joseph in a mess, and then walked forward quickly without saying a word to Joseph.

Joseph stood there, a little stunned.
Chapter completed!