Truman only heard the surging wind blowing. He turned around reflexively and saw a bus stopping in front of him. The hot glass was less than a punch from his face, which made Truman's pupils suddenly widen and he looked at the bus in front of him nervously.

Truman breathed softly, looked up at the bus in front of him, and a crazy idea came to his mind: If he was really being monitored, if everyone around him was paying attention to him, if the whole world was centered on him... Then, he took the initiative to start creating chaos, what would happen?

It's like, it's like the earth suddenly becomes unruly.

So, Truman suddenly raised his left hand and blocked the bus in front of him, as if he could rely on his "superpower" to block the bus from the air wall. He frowned slightly and stared at the bus driver tightly, trying to make him confused; but the driver hidden in the shadow made people unable to see clearly, which made Truman's brow slightly closer to the middle, but his eyes became more and more firm, and a resolute determination burst out.

Truman turned his head suddenly and looked at his right hand. A navy blue sedan drove towards him, but Truman came forward fearlessly, lifted his right hand holding the briefcase, forcing the driver of the sedan to quickly brake at the last moment. The tires delayed a series of white smoke from behind, and the cars behind stopped, and the whole street became chaotic in an instant.

But the strangest thing is that no one came down to scold Truman. Everyone just paid attention to Truman quietly, as if they would not get angry because of Truman's rude behavior. This made Truman unable to help but stretch his hands, slowly turn around, and suppress everyone on the scene with his eyes. His steps slowly moved, as if he was worried that any of his subtle actions would break that balance.

At this time, Truman was like a fox walking slowly on the ice, following with all his steps. Every small step had to stop, straighten his ears and carefully investigate the surrounding situation, and listen carefully to whether there would be slight cracks on the ice surface, fearing that he would be avoided by accident, as if he would quickly escape from the ice surface with a slight movement.

Looking at Truman like this, all the staff at the scene felt sad. The indescribable sorrow and bitterness jumped gently on the tip of their tongues, and even their eyes couldn't help but turn a little red. This was just the simplest scene. It was not the moment of emotional outbreak, but that surging emotion came to the face.

Alex couldn't help but turn his head. He couldn't bear to see Truman hurt again, because he knew what story the script was next, and that was not the situation he wanted to see. Thinking of the next conversation between Malone and Truman, Alex felt even more cruel. But the problem was that Alex had to watch it because he had to observe Hugo's performance and find his own way from Hugo's performance. So Alex turned his head again and looked at the square.

Truman walked step by step to the street, maintaining the balance of the scene as much as possible. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole town was still, and only Truman was walking around. When he reached the street, Truman was like a fox smelling a dangerous situation, exploding with the speed of a rocket, quickly escaped from the tranquility or chaos, and ran towards the omnipresent surveillance. He ran towards him in a panic, but then stopped suddenly, then turned around and changed direction, ran away from the building next to him.

The panic-clad back had a hint of embarrassment, and it looked so fragile.

The scene was completely quiet, and no one spoke at all. To be more precise, almost everyone's inner emotions were surging and boiling. Hugo's performance in this scene just now was really exciting. There was no line or any unnecessary sound. Just relying on his own body movements, Hugo fully demonstrated Truman's confusion, chaos, fear, worry and fragility. Even if it was just a back, it was enough to make people move.

Peter shouted "Card" dullly, and after making a sound, he realized that his voice was actually a little hoarse. Even Peter, who knew the script well, had to admit that the scene just now was the most exciting moment since the filming began. Hugo took his inner passion and surging to the extreme in this one-man show, and the highest level of silence over sound, delicately showing the changes and struggles of Truman in his heart. This is the true style of a master of acting!

"Acting Master", even Peter did not notice that he had pushed Hugo to such a height.

After a brief adjustment, I took a few shots from different angles again, completed the shooting of this scene, and then I started shooting the next scene.

Truman pushed open the glass door and entered the building. He took a big breath twice, then closed his mouth tightly, trying to calm himself down, as if it was his intention to come in. But he quietly looked at the shaking pupils of the surrounding situation with his gaze, which revealed his panic in his heart because he didn't know what he should do. He wanted to create chaos, but he had no idea what to do.

Truman's eyes met the front desk staff. He dodged his eyes in panic and pretended to be calm, as if he was just a normal staff member here.

Truman quickly walked towards the elevator, and then saw two people standing in the elevator. He squeezed out a smile and signaled that the other party would wait a little, and his steps would speed up a little, but he saw the two strangers in the elevator with panic expressions on their faces, their pupils flashed quickly, and even their facial expressions were completely stiff. They had no reaction, but just watched the elevator door close.

Truman noticed the abnormality, but did not have the energy to pay attention to the specific details. He only knew that everything was wrong. Truman rushed to the door at the last moment before the elevator door was closed, but still faced the cold iron door. He quickly followed the elevator's upstairs button, but he was still powerless.

The front desk staff noticed Truman's strangeness, which made Truman suppress his panic, walked to the elevator entrance next door, pressed the elevator button quickly and repeatedly, trying to open the elevator waiting for a while. At this time, the front desk staff quickly walked over and showed a polite smile, "Can I help you?" Although he seemed a little caught off guard, Truman, who was in a panic, did not notice this.

"Yes, I have an appointment with Kibo Company." Truman said in a hurry, but his voice trembled slightly, because he could feel that the uneasy atmosphere was becoming more and more violent, as if it was a room full of gasoline, which only took a little spark to ignite. But Truman didn't know how to polish the matches in his hand, and could only keep pushing forward like a stubborn bull.

The front desk staff opened their mouths, but didn't know how to respond, because he didn't even know if there was a "Kitabao Company" in the building. "This is impossible!" He said subconsciously, but the elevator door opened at this time.

Behind the elevator door is the set, there is a buffet table in front of the set, with breakfast placed on it. Several staff members stood in front of the table chatting and ate breakfast. Two people who had just entered the elevator next door were also among them. The two people found Truman standing at the entrance of the elevator and hurriedly avoided it, but there were still several people who didn't have time to react and stood there off guard.

After answering the questions of the front desk staff, Truman rushed forward and tried to shake off the staff, but he took a step forward and saw such a normal but strange scene in front of him, which made Truman's brain crash: Why are there a group of people behind the elevator having breakfast?

His footsteps stopped directly in the elevator, motionless, his pupils slowly magnified because of being too surprised. The surging surprise almost made Truman's eyes lose focus, and the helplessness and fragility swelled in an instant, as if in the amber eyes, the whole world could be clearly seen, like a grand symphony performance.

The staff at the breakfast table all fled and fled, and the staff next to them finally reacted, slowly pulled the "elevator wall" over, and turned the open elevator space into a closed small box again.

But Truman's pupils began to dissipate. He said in disbelief, "What happened?" The front desk staff grabbed his arms and pulled them out. He forgot to struggle at all. He just watched the incredible scene and reluctantly looked at the elevator door that had been closed again, trying to find out something from the cold metal door.

"Nothing!" The front desk staff rudely pulled Truman forward and walked to the door. Truman came to his senses and struggled to speak loudly, "What happened?"

"Please leave, we are renovating!"

"No, you don't!" Truman retorted firmly, and he began to try to push back his focus and refuse to leave here, "Who are those people?"

"It's not your business!"

"Tell me what happened!" Truman's emotions were off track and he struggled desperately, but he could not break free from the constraints of the two staff members and was sent directly outside the gate. "If you don't say it..." Truman began to roar, and his anger and unyielding voice burst out, "I'm going to call the police!"
Chapter completed!