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There was a little restlessness in the projection hall. Even though the lights had dimmed, the rustling noise was still lingering. ?W＝W＝W≈. ≈8≠1≠Z≤W≥. For the audience, not only did they not expect the "buried alive" screenings to be so lively, they also didn't expect the screenings to be full, and there were still a small number of spectators who could not enter the venues behind. This is for independent films that lack publicity and gimmick Said, it is so rare that everyone is a little excited.
Rodrigue couldn't help but became irritable, because he clearly knew that the movie was on the right track from the first shot. If these people continue to make noise, they will miss important shots next. The emotions of nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation were mixed together. The fists were clenched and released. In the end, they did not hold back. He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Quiet, please keep quiet! The movie is about to start, please be quiet Okay?"
After speaking angrily, Rodriguez sat down again, his heart hitting his chest frantically, which was too bold just now. But unexpectedly, the restlessness in the theater really began to calm down-Canadians' politeness really deserves its reputation.
Gavin watched the opening of the film carefully, but he didn't know any company in it, and he didn't even hear the name. Gen Zheng Miaohong's independent film. After the opening of the film, the big screen was plunged into darkness. Gavin adjusted his sitting posture and entered the state of watching the movie. Ten seconds passed and there was silence; twenty seconds passed without sound; thirty seconds passed Now, it's still the same...
Gavin couldn't help but looked around. Could it be that the film was wrong? Or is there something wrong with the projection equipment? After the opening of the film, there was no movement for 30 seconds, it was a still picture-and it was still a black screen, which seemed to be a screening accident! How is this possible?
Although "Buried Alive" is an independent film, the organizers don't pay much attention to it, and even there has been a screening accident, which is too bullying!
Gavin felt a little wronged and called the "buried alive" crew unfair. There was no sound in the theater, but it was obvious that the audience was beginning to have doubts. Everyone looked to the left and right, clothes and seats. The trivial sound of the chair rubbing slowly spread in the darkness, and the irritability was breaking the state of watching the movie.
"Huh." A breathing sound came from the projection hall, it was not loud, and there was some depression in the faint.
Gavin’s first reaction was that the reporters and colleagues around him noticed something and hurriedly looked around, but found that everyone was looking left and right. Then, the faint breath sounded in his ears again, as if someone was sticking to the cover. Wen's ears were normal, dull, struggling, and painful. Gavin was stunned, his muscles stiff in place, turning his head slowly and slowly, and looking at the motionless big screen—could it be that the sound came from the surround speakers?
The suppressed breathing began to struggle, and the muffled coughing was mixed with the rapid breathing caused by anxiety, firmly grabbing Gavin's attention. Not only Gavin, but all the audience fell silent. Amidst the invisible darkness, only the rapid breathing can be heard. The surging darkness is like an invisible rope, firmly He tied everyone to the chair, his muscles were fixed, and then opened his eyes wide, staring at the screen, trying to find some clues in the dark darkness.
However, they failed.
In the panic of breathing, the body began to collide with the surroundings, making a deep muffled noise, as if the devil was struggling. Gavin only felt that his heart was being held in his palm, tightening slowly, and then tightening, fatal Fear quietly grabbed his ankle, and the cold touch made Gavin involuntarily shudder. He tried to move his body, but now he could not move-it was like breathing in the darkness, trapped in In a narrow space, the result of smashing left and right was only bruises, and the images in my mind became vivid with the panic and rapid breathing in my ears.
Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds, Gavin's eyes widened, motionless, as if time had stopped on his body.
"Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter hitting the flint made Gavin hold his breath, and the faint light of the fire illuminates the embarrassed left eye. The panic, fear, hesitation, surprise, and trepidation in his eyes are in surprise. Amidst the faint flames of uncertainty, the light flickered, pinching Gavin's throat firmly.
The rapid breathing was hitting the heartbeat fiercely, the firelight tried to support the darkness that could not be removed, and fainted little by little, and then saw the mouth bound by the dirty cloth strips, bound by the twine rope. Holding a lighter with both hands and two awkwardly, dispelling the surrounding darkness, presenting the whole world in front of the audience-this is a wooden box, a wooden box the size of a coffin, and a wooden box that imprisons a man in a narrow space.
The man began to hit the wooden board with his elbow and the wall with his shoulder. The whole person struggling desperately. The faint sparks of the lighter began to sway because of the force of his whole body. The urgency of hanging by a thread made Gavin Nao want crack.
Suddenly, the fire was extinguished, along with Gavin's breath, and all the noise in the entire movie theater.
In a panic, the man tried anxiously several times before turning on the lighter again, and then he used up every part of his body and slammed into it, trying to escape. He only reacted at this time and hurriedly tore off the cloth tied to his mouth, leaving a deep red mark on his cheek, "Cough...cough..." He tried to say something, but it seemed to be lost. The ability to speak can only produce a single syllable in the end, "Ah!" He was calling, calling for help, calling for help, calling... the same kind. "what!"
He can't even shout the word "help", as if a newborn child, blindly and recklessly shouting and colliding, returning to the original state, rampaging with the instinct/ability of a beast, but this is the more the foil Out of the embarrassment and pain of the beast, all the strength of the body was vented, but there was no effect at all, making all the struggle and efforts just now look so ridiculous.
Gavin was dumbfounded and stared at the big screen intently. He had forgotten even the blink of an eye. He watched the man on the screen dying and struggling, and his cold fear began to slowly climb from his ankles, seemingly even blood. He could feel the biting cold, but he couldn't move, he was firmly pressed on the chair, watching motionlessly, lest he missed any moment, even if it was just a breath.
There is no line, no extra plot. The close-up close-up fully reveals the cramps and oppression of the space, and at the same time puts the man’s emotions under the magnifying glass, the choking depression, the chaotic anxiety, that This kind of desperate helplessness, completely burst under the firelight, firmly grasping every trace of the audience's emotional changes. Gavin has lost the ability to think, and now the only thought in his mind is: Help! Who can come and save this man?
The man finally recovered a trace of reason, using the nail in the corner to cut the hemp rope in his hand, freeing his hands; then he used a lighter to slowly illuminate the surrounding space and look at his environment-this is a coffin, simple Coffin. He began to use his best to try to lift the lid up on his shoulders, but such an attempt was in vain. The coffin board didn't seem to move at all, and his efforts were nothing more than the smallness of the ants to shake the tree.
The anger reached the extreme, the pain reached the extreme, the despair to the extreme, the fire was once again extinguished, and the world retreated into darkness.
In the darkness, he roared and screamed, punched and kicked against the surrounding walls, and vented his suffocation heartily, but at the end of his anger, helpless despair began to hit his heart, and he was even helpless. He laughed out loud, and turned into a cry after he laughed to the extreme. He bit his lower lip firmly, and the angry cry was suppressed in his chest, echoing sullenly.
Chanel's pupils were enlarged to the extreme, and his heart seemed to have lost its movement, and even the flow of blood could no longer be felt. He just stared at the big screen in a still, dazed, and stupefied manner, what was on the dark screen. Nothing, not even the outline of the character, but she can really feel the mixed emotions, as if she is also trapped in the coffin, horror mixed with fear, despair mixed with bitterness, even with a **** head Liu couldn't get out at a loss, dragging her into the abyss of **** and falling continuously.
She had anticipated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was curious and imagined what the finished movie "buried alive" would look like, but the truth is that it was only the opening ten minutes, from one darkness to another, except for howling. There were no lines outside, and the reality that life was in danger had crushed all her defenses, and she couldn't make any response.
She didn't want to miss a second of such a movie.
The vibrating phone broke the tranquility in the darkness. The faint blue light flashed in the darkness, flickering, and then dimming, shaking tirelessly at the man’s feet, which not only awakened the unlovable The man, at the same time, awakened every audience in the theater—in an instant, even if all the audience sat upright at the same time, looking at the big screen curiously and eagerly, why on earth was there a mobile phone there? Can this be an opportunity for men to escape from birth? Who is calling now? How will the story unfold next?
The man tried to get the phone, but the phone was at his feet. This was really not an easy task. After a lot of effort, he finally kicked the phone up with his toes. He quickly picked up the phone. An old-fashioned candy bar phone, it looks like it's a few years old, when I turned on the screen, I was stunned at the same place because the phone's screen was displaying Arabic.
Arabic?
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There was a little restlessness in the projection hall. Even though the lights had dimmed, the rustling noise was still lingering. ?W＝W＝W≈. ≈8≠1≠Z≤W≥. For the audience, not only did they not expect the "buried alive" screenings to be so lively, they also didn't expect the screenings to be full, and there were still a small number of spectators who could not enter the venues behind. This is for independent films that lack publicity and gimmick Said, it is so rare that everyone is a little excited.
Rodrigue couldn't help but became irritable, because he clearly knew that the movie was on the right track from the first shot. If these people continue to make noise, they will miss important shots next. The emotions of nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation were mixed together. The fists were clenched and released. In the end, they did not hold back. He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Quiet, please keep quiet! The movie is about to start, please be quiet Okay?"
After speaking angrily, Rodriguez sat down again, his heart hitting his chest frantically, which was too bold just now. But unexpectedly, the restlessness in the theater really began to calm down-Canadians' politeness really deserves its reputation.
Gavin watched the opening of the film carefully, but he didn't know any company in it, and he didn't even hear the name. Gen Zheng Miaohong's independent film. After the opening of the film, the big screen was plunged into darkness. Gavin adjusted his sitting posture and entered the state of watching the movie. Ten seconds passed and there was silence; twenty seconds passed without sound; thirty seconds passed Now, it's still the same...
Gavin couldn't help but looked around. Could it be that the film was wrong? Or is there something wrong with the projection equipment? After the opening of the film, there was no movement for 30 seconds, it was a still picture-and it was still a black screen, which seemed to be a screening accident! How is this possible?
Although "Buried Alive" is an independent film, the organizers don't pay much attention to it, and even there has been a screening accident, which is too bullying!
Gavin felt a little wronged and called the "buried alive" crew unfair. There was no sound in the theater, but it was obvious that the audience was beginning to have doubts. Everyone looked to the left and right, clothes and seats. The trivial sound of the chair rubbing slowly spread in the darkness, and the irritability was breaking the state of watching the movie.
"Huh." A breathing sound came from the projection hall, it was not loud, and there was some depression in the faint.
Gavin’s first reaction was that the reporters and colleagues around him noticed something and hurriedly looked around, but found that everyone was looking left and right. Then, the faint breath sounded in his ears again, as if someone was sticking to the cover. Wen's ears were normal, dull, struggling, and painful. Gavin was stunned, his muscles stiff in place, turning his head slowly and slowly, and looking at the motionless big screen—could it be that the sound came from the surround speakers?
The suppressed breathing began to struggle, and the muffled coughing was mixed with the rapid breathing caused by anxiety, firmly grabbing Gavin's attention. Not only Gavin, but all the audience fell silent. Amidst the invisible darkness, only the rapid breathing can be heard. The surging darkness is like an invisible rope, firmly He tied everyone to the chair, his muscles were fixed, and then opened his eyes wide, staring at the screen, trying to find some clues in the dark darkness.
However, they failed.
In the panic of breathing, the body began to collide with the surroundings, making a deep muffled noise, as if the devil was struggling. Gavin only felt that his heart was being held in his palm, tightening slowly, and then tightening, fatal Fear quietly grabbed his ankle, and the cold touch made Gavin involuntarily shudder. He tried to move his body, but now he could not move-it was like breathing in the darkness, trapped in In a narrow space, the result of smashing left and right was only bruises, and the images in my mind became vivid with the panic and rapid breathing in my ears.
Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds, Gavin's eyes widened, motionless, as if time had stopped on his body.
"Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter hitting the flint made Gavin hold his breath, and the faint light of the fire illuminates the embarrassed left eye. The panic, fear, hesitation, surprise, and trepidation in his eyes are in surprise. Amidst the faint flames of uncertainty, the light flickered, pinching Gavin's throat firmly.
The rapid breathing was hitting the heartbeat fiercely, the firelight tried to support the darkness that could not be removed, and fainted little by little, and then saw the mouth bound by the dirty cloth strips, bound by the twine rope. Holding a lighter with both hands and two awkwardly, dispelling the surrounding darkness, presenting the whole world in front of the audience-this is a wooden box, a wooden box the size of a coffin, and a wooden box that imprisons a man in a narrow space.
The man began to hit the wooden board with his elbow and the wall with his shoulder. The whole person struggling desperately. The faint sparks of the lighter began to sway because of the force of his whole body. The urgency of hanging by a thread made Gavin Nao want crack.
Suddenly, the fire was extinguished, along with Gavin's breath, and all the noise in the entire movie theater.
In a panic, the man tried anxiously several times before turning on the lighter again, and then he used up every part of his body and slammed into it, trying to escape. He only reacted at this time and hurriedly tore off the cloth tied to his mouth, leaving a deep red mark on his cheek, "Cough...cough..." He tried to say something, but it seemed to be lost. The ability to speak can only produce a single syllable in the end, "Ah!" He was calling, calling for help, calling for help, calling... the same kind. "what!"
He can't even shout the word "help", as if a newborn child, blindly and recklessly shouting and colliding, returning to the original state, rampaging with the instinct/ability of a beast, but this is the more the foil Out of the embarrassment and pain of the beast, all the strength of the body was vented, but there was no effect at all, making all the struggle and efforts just now look so ridiculous.
Gavin was dumbfounded and stared at the big screen intently. He had forgotten even the blink of an eye. He watched the man on the screen dying and struggling, and his cold fear began to slowly climb from his ankles, seemingly even blood. He could feel the biting cold, but he couldn't move, he was firmly pressed on the chair, watching motionlessly, lest he missed any moment, even if it was just a breath.
There is no line, no extra plot. The close-up close-up fully reveals the cramps and oppression of the space, and at the same time puts the man’s emotions under the magnifying glass, the choking depression, the chaotic anxiety, that This kind of desperate helplessness, completely burst under the firelight, firmly grasping every trace of the audience's emotional changes. Gavin has lost the ability to think, and now the only thought in his mind is: Help! Who can come and save this man?
The man finally recovered a trace of reason, using the nail in the corner to cut the hemp rope in his hand, freeing his hands; then he used a lighter to slowly illuminate the surrounding space and look at his environment-this is a coffin, simple Coffin. He began to use his best to try to lift the lid up on his shoulders, but such an attempt was in vain. The coffin board didn't seem to move at all, and his efforts were nothing more than the smallness of the ants to shake the tree.
The anger reached the extreme, the pain reached the extreme, the despair to the extreme, the fire was once again extinguished, and the world retreated into darkness.
In the darkness, he roared and screamed, punched and kicked against the surrounding walls, and vented his suffocation heartily, but at the end of his anger, helpless despair began to hit his heart, and he was even helpless. He laughed out loud, and turned into a cry after he laughed to the extreme. He bit his lower lip firmly, and the angry cry was suppressed in his chest, echoing sullenly.
Chanel's pupils were enlarged to the extreme, and his heart seemed to have lost its movement, and even the flow of blood could no longer be felt. He just stared at the big screen in a still, dazed, and stupefied manner, what was on the dark screen. Nothing, not even the outline of the character, but she can really feel the mixed emotions, as if she is also trapped in the coffin, horror mixed with fear, despair mixed with bitterness, even with a **** head Liu couldn't get out at a loss, dragging her into the abyss of **** and falling continuously.
She had anticipated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was curious and imagined what the finished movie "buried alive" would look like, but the truth is that it was only the opening ten minutes, from one darkness to another, except for howling. There were no lines outside, and the reality that life was in danger had crushed all her defenses, and she couldn't make any response.
She didn't want to miss a second of such a movie.
The vibrating phone broke the tranquility in the darkness. The faint blue light flashed in the darkness, flickering, and then dimming, shaking tirelessly at the man’s feet, which not only awakened the unlovable The man, at the same time, awakened every audience in the theater—in an instant, even if all the audience sat upright at the same time, looking at the big screen curiously and eagerly, why on earth was there a mobile phone there? Can this be an opportunity for men to escape from birth? Who is calling now? How will the story unfold next?
The man tried to get the phone, but the phone was at his feet. This was really not an easy task. After a lot of effort, he finally kicked the phone up with his toes. He quickly picked up the phone. An old-fashioned candy bar phone, it looks like it's a few years old, when I turned on the screen, I was stunned at the same place because the phone's screen was displaying Arabic.
Arabic?
There was a little restlessness in the projection hall. Even though the lights had dimmed, the rustling noise was still lingering. ?WWW. 81ZW. For the audience, not only did they not expect the "buried alive" screenings to be so lively, they also didn't expect the screenings to be full, and there were still a small number of spectators who could not enter the venues behind. This is for independent films that lack publicity and gimmick Said, it is so rare that everyone is a little excited.Rodrigue couldn't help but became irritable, because he clearly knew that the movie was on the right track from the first shot. If these people continue to make noise, they will miss important shots next. The emotions of nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation were mixed together. The fists were clenched and released. In the end, they did not hold back. He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Quiet, please keep quiet! The movie is about to start, please be quiet Okay?"After speaking angrily, Rodriguez sat down again, his heart hitting his chest frantically, which was too bold just now. But unexpectedly, the restlessness in the theater really began to calm down-Canadians' politeness really deserves its reputation.Gavin watched the opening of the film carefully, but he didn't know any company in it, and he didn't even hear the name. Gen Zheng Miaohong's independent film. After the opening of the film, the big screen was plunged into darkness. Gavin adjusted his sitting posture and entered the state of watching the movie. Ten seconds passed and there was silence; twenty seconds passed without sound; thirty seconds passed Now, it's still the same...Gavin couldn't help but looked around. Could it be that the film was wrong? Or is there something wrong with the projection equipment? After the opening of the film, there was no movement for 30 seconds, it was a still picture-and it was still a black screen, which seemed to be a screening accident! How is this possible?Although "Buried Alive" is an independent film, the organizers don't pay much attention to it, and even there has been a screening accident, which is too bullying!Gavin felt a little wronged and called the "buried alive" crew unfair. There was no sound in the theater, but it was obvious that the audience was beginning to have doubts. Everyone looked to the left and right, clothes and seats. The trivial sound of the chair rubbing slowly spread in the darkness, and the irritability was breaking the state of watching the movie."Huh." A breathing sound came from the projection hall, it was not loud, and there was some depression in the faint.Gavin's first reaction was that the reporters and colleagues around him noticed something and hurriedly looked around, but found that everyone was looking left and right. Then, the faint breath sounded in his ears again, as if someone was sticking to the cover. Wen's ears were normal, dull, struggling, and painful. Gavin was stunned, his muscles stiff in place, turning his head slowly and slowly, and looking at the motionless big screencould it be that the sound came from the surround speakers?The suppressed breathing began to struggle, and the muffled coughing was mixed with the rapid breathing caused by anxiety, firmly grabbing Gavin's attention. Not only Gavin, but all the audience fell silent. Amidst the invisible darkness, only the rapid breathing can be heard. The surging darkness is like an invisible rope, firmly He tied everyone to the chair, his muscles were fixed, and then opened his eyes wide, staring at the screen, trying to find some clues in the dark darkness.However, they failed.In the panic of breathing, the body began to collide with the surroundings, making a deep muffled noise, as if the devil was struggling. Gavin only felt that his heart was being held in his palm, tightening slowly, and then tightening, fatal Fear quietly grabbed his ankle, and the cold touch made Gavin involuntarily shudder. He tried to move his body, but now he could not move-it was like breathing in the darkness, trapped in In a narrow space, the result of smashing left and right was only bruises, and the images in my mind became vivid with the panic and rapid breathing in my ears.Thirty seconds, a full thirty seconds, Gavin's eyes widened, motionless, as if time had stopped on his body."Wipe, wipe." The sound of the lighter hitting the flint made Gavin hold his breath, and the faint light of the fire illuminates the embarrassed left eye. The panic, fear, hesitation, surprise, and trepidation in his eyes are in surprise. Amidst the faint flames of uncertainty, the light flickered, pinching Gavin's throat firmly.The rapid breathing was hitting the heartbeat fiercely, the firelight tried to support the darkness that could not be removed, and fainted little by little, and then saw the mouth bound by the dirty cloth strips, bound by the twine rope. Holding a lighter with both hands and two awkwardly, dispelling the surrounding darkness, presenting the whole world in front of the audience-this is a wooden box, a wooden box the size of a coffin, and a wooden box that imprisons a man in a narrow space.The man began to hit the wooden board with his elbow and the wall with his shoulder. The whole person struggling desperately. The faint sparks of the lighter began to sway because of the force of his whole body. The urgency of hanging by a thread made Gavin Nao want crack.Suddenly, the fire was extinguished, along with Gavin's breath, and all the noise in the entire movie theater.In a panic, the man tried anxiously several times before turning on the lighter again, and then he used up every part of his body and slammed into it, trying to escape. He only reacted at this time and hurriedly tore off the cloth tied to his mouth, leaving a deep red mark on his cheek, "Cough...cough..." He tried to say something, but it seemed to be lost. The ability to speak can only produce a single syllable in the end, "Ah!" He was calling, calling for help, calling for help, calling... the same kind. "what!"He can't even shout the word "help", as if a newborn child, blindly and recklessly shouting and colliding, returning to the original state, rampaging with the instinct/ability of a beast, but this is the more the foil Out of the embarrassment and pain of the beast, all the strength of the body was vented, but there was no effect at all, making all the struggle and efforts just now look so ridiculous.Gavin was dumbfounded and stared at the big screen intently. He had forgotten even the blink of an eye. He watched the man on the screen dying and struggling, and his cold fear began to slowly climb from his ankles, seemingly even blood. He could feel the biting cold, but he couldn't move, he was firmly pressed on the chair, watching motionlessly, lest he missed any moment, even if it was just a breath.There is no line, no extra plot. The close-up close-up fully reveals the cramps and oppression of the space, and at the same time puts the man's emotions under the magnifying glass, the choking depression, the chaotic anxiety, that This kind of desperate helplessness, completely burst under the firelight, firmly grasping every trace of the audience's emotional changes. Gavin has lost the ability to think, and now the only thought in his mind is: Help! Who can come and save this man?The man finally recovered a trace of reason, using the nail in the corner to cut the hemp rope in his hand, freeing his hands; then he used a lighter to slowly illuminate the surrounding space and look at his environment-this is a coffin, simple Coffin. He began to use his best to try to lift the lid up on his shoulders, but such an attempt was in vain. The coffin board didn't seem to move at all, and his efforts were nothing more than the smallness of the ants to shake the tree.The anger reached the extreme, the pain reached the extreme, the despair to the extreme, the fire was once again extinguished, and the world retreated into darkness.In the darkness, he roared and screamed, punched and kicked against the surrounding walls, and vented his suffocation heartily, but at the end of his anger, helpless despair began to hit his heart, and he was even helpless. He laughed out loud, and turned into a cry after he laughed to the extreme. He bit his lower lip firmly, and the angry cry was suppressed in his chest, echoing sullenly.Chanel's pupils were enlarged to the extreme, and his heart seemed to have lost its movement, and even the flow of blood could no longer be felt. He just stared at the big screen in a still, dazed, and stupefied manner, what was on the dark screen. Nothing, not even the outline of the character, but she can really feel the mixed emotions, as if she is also trapped in the coffin, horror mixed with fear, despair mixed with bitterness, even with a **** head Liu couldn't get out at a loss, dragging her into the abyss of **** and falling continuously.She had anticipated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was curious and imagined what the finished movie "buried alive" would look like, but the truth is that it was only the opening ten minutes, from one darkness to another, except for howling. There were no lines outside, and the reality that life was in danger had crushed all her defenses, and she couldn't make any response.She didn't want to miss a second of such a movie.The vibrating phone broke the tranquility in the darkness. The faint blue light flashed in the darkness, flickering, and then dimming, shaking tirelessly at the man's feet, which not only awakened the unlovable The man, at the same time, awakened every audience in the theaterin an instant, even if all the audience sat upright at the same time, looking at the big screen curiously and eagerly, why on earth was there a mobile phone there? Can this be an opportunity for men to escape from birth? Who is calling now? How will the story unfold next?The man tried to get the phone, but the phone was at his feet. This was really not an easy task. After a lot of effort, he finally kicked the phone up with his toes. He quickly picked up the phone. An old-fashioned candy bar phone, it looks like it's a few years old, when I turned on the screen, I was stunned at the same place because the phone's screen was displaying Arabic.Arabic?
