Chapter 385 Apprenticeship with Pluto (64)
All this is simply a live performance of mourning, and there is microphone amplification, and there are more than a hundred people in the audience holding cameras to film. It is full of style and more luxurious than the lineup of some singers' concerts.
Listening to this, everyone is getting annoyed.
The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she was sharpening scissors, and she could only say a few words while crying.
My mother died early. She was so pitiful. I beg for justice.
The meeting hadn't started yet, but the hospital was very calm, and it was obvious that they wouldn't speak until the time was right.
The other side was tired of crying, and her voice became lower and lower, and became more and more trembling. When 8:30 arrived, the meeting officially began, and the hospital began to adjust the microphone. The family spokesperson on the other side had already cried to the end, and his face looked tired. Sallow, slumped on the table and rolled his eyes.
In order to complete the scene, she actually cried for three days and three nights. As soon as the media came, she started crying in front of the camera. Now she can cry whenever she wants. Her emotions are ready at any time, but it's a pity that she just screams.
In the past, we were far away, and as long as the voice and emotion were in place, we could arouse the sympathy of others, but now so many high-definition cameras are coming at her, everyone can clearly see the expression on the woman's face in an instant.
In addition to the enlarged mouth, the deep red throat is clearly visible, and the teeth are still connected with transparent strands of saliva. The eyes are dry. If you look closely, you can't see the slightest sadness or pain.
Now that the meeting had begun, the old man sitting next to the woman pinched her thigh hard. The next second, the woman started howling like a screaming chicken that had been stepped on. .
This sound directly interrupted the dean's speech. After pausing two or three times, the dean simply pushed the microphone and looked at the audience expressionlessly without saying a word.
The reporters in the audience were impatient.
It's a cold day, and everyone has been squatting in the cold wind for almost four hours. In order to grab a good seat, some media even came here and squatted since last night.
Who wouldn't want to grab first-hand news reports? They were waiting for the hospital to explain. However, the harsh sounds were just volume pollution, causing all the reporters to frown and look dissatisfied. The woman was not aware of the situation at all, and was still wailing miserably. Some reporters couldn't help it, and raised their voices and shouted loudly.
"Ms. Zhao, aren't you tired from crying for so long?"
"Ms. Zhao, are you a professional mourner?"
"How do you manage to cry without shedding tears? Do you have any special skills?"
When the woman heard it, her voice suddenly stopped. She was stunned for a moment, her expression was dull, and her eyes were blurred due to lack of oxygen in her brain due to crying. She looked like a crazy woman up close.
The woman was silent now. The old man sitting next to her looked at the audience with a dissatisfied look on his face. He pinched her hard again and muttered in a low voice.
"Useless things can't even cry!"
The old man's voice was small, but he didn't expect how advanced the microphones in the hands of the media people in the city were. For the purpose of sound collection, the microphones could distinguish and absorb almost any small sound, and finally could be taken out for separate processing.
At that time, the receiver who was wearing ear monitors in the background to receive the sound information quickly cut out the sound alone, kept increasing the volume, and finally saved it in a separate folder.
News requires more twists and turns, so that there will be a steady stream of hot spots and selling points.
The audience can't help but pay attention.
(End of chapter)