He squirmed hard and finally got the phone!

Seeing that the actor got the mobile phone, the audience became more and more curious.

Soon, the male protagonist picked up his cell phone, and his first thought was to call the police.

"Hello, this is the alarm station!"

"Hello, I'm buried!" the actor said immediately.

"Come and save me, I can't breathe."

But the police officer over there was obviously confused: "What?"

"I'm buried in a coffin, come and save me!" the actor continued.

The shot here is shot from above, and you can see the male protagonist lying alone in the coffin.

"Send someone to find me..."

"I'm sorry, can you speak more slowly?" the police officer over there said, a little surprised.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Paul Lin!"

"Okay, Mr. Lin, can you tell me your address?" the other party said.

"I don't know, I'm in the coffin! I told you!" Paul Lin said while coughing.

"I don't know where I am, please come and save me quickly, I'm so scared!"

"Did you just say that you were in the coffin?" the police officer asked again.

"Yes!" he said.

"An old-fashioned wooden coffin!"

"Are you at a funeral home?" the other party asked.

"No! I don't know, no!" He didn't know how to describe it.

"Then why are you calling me now?" Obviously the other party didn't believe it!

"What?" Paul Lin was confused.

"If you were buried in a coffin, then what did you use to call me?" the police station asked again.

"Use a mobile phone, there is a mobile phone in the coffin!" Paul Lin continued.

"Did you make the call on your cell phone?"

"Yes!"

"No, it's not my cell phone, but the call was indeed made with a cell phone!" He said incoherently.

"When you climbed in, was there a mobile phone inside?" the police station asked again.

"Yes, what? I didn't climb in!" He explained quickly.

"Then how did you get into the coffin?" Apparently the other person still doesn't believe that he was really buried in the coffin.

In the screening room, everyone was a little dumbfounded.

But if you think about it carefully, is there anything wrong with this logic?

It's definitely no problem.

Because these days, some people do report false police reports!

But being buried in a coffin and having a cell phone calling the police is a bit illogical no matter how you think about it.

I can't really blame the person who answered the police station for asking so many questions.

"I was put in here!" he explained.

"Put in a coffin?"

"Yes, help me!"

"You mean the coffin was buried?"

"Yes!"

"I'm a truck driver, it's very hot here, I can't breathe!" Lin Paul sweated more and more, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"Do you know your position?" the other party asked again.

"I don't know! It should be in Baku!" he said somewhere.

"you do not know?"

"Yes, I am a truck driver, a truck driver for Baka. They were all killed in the attack in Baku," he continued.

"Who was killed?"

"All other drivers!"

"You mean there was an attack in Baku?"

"Yes, please can you listen to me carefully? The person we were delivering to gave me a phone number and put it in my wallet, but I can't find it now!"

"Sorry, Mr. Lin, but this is the police station of Ohio...! You said you were in another country. I don't know how you got here. If you are willing, I can help you transfer it.

Get called to our Sheriff’s Office!”

"You don't understand, forget it!"

He hung up the phone and took a look. There were only two bars of battery left on his phone!

He picked up his cell phone and dialed his home number.

However, the result was only a phone message box, and no one answered it at all.

"Linda, it's me. You call the police for me right away. Just tell them that I was attacked in Baku and let them find me. You must help them find me!"

Then he called his wife Linda again, but the result was still a message in the mailbox!

"Linda, call me back right away. Call this number. It's urgent!"

"Just call the number I gave you! I don't know what happened. I'm buried in a coffin. I can't breathe here. Call me as soon as possible! Please!"

He hung up the phone, looked at the flickering flames, and then closed the lighter cap!

Suddenly, the theater and the big screen were plunged into darkness again.

Only his occasional coughing and wheezing.

Finally he couldn't help it anymore and called to ask for the number of the investigation bureau.

"In which city is the investigation bureau? Anywhere is fine, as long as it is the investigation bureau! Sir, I have the number of the investigation bureau in... and other regions!"

"It doesn't matter, any city is fine, as long as it's the Bureau of Investigation number!"

"Sorry, sir, this is not allowed!"

"Then Chicago!" he yelled angrily!

"Sir, there is no need for you to get angry!" The person on the other end of the phone was still calm and calm, which was in sharp contrast to Paul Lin's impatience.

"Please wait a moment! The phone number you want to query is..."

He took out the pen he found on his body and copied the number on the coffin board.

"Press 1 to be connected directly. There will be an additional fee of 25 cents!"

The audience in the screening room was both angry and amused.

But this is reality!

He pressed 1 immediately!

Directly dialed the number of the Bureau of Investigation.

"This is Agent Harry!"

"Is it the Bureau of Investigation?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'm in Baku and I'm buried in the desert. Please save me!" he said quickly.

"Speak slowly, when were you in Baku?"

"Now!"

"I'm here now, I'm a truck driver, I work for CRT, I've been in Baku for nine months!"

"May I have your name?"

"Paul Lin!"

"Okay, then tell me what's going on!"

"Well, me and other convoy drivers were transporting some kitchen supplies to a community center, and then some kids threw rocks at our trucks, and then a bomb went off in front of our vehicle, destroying one of the trucks.
To be continued...