Chapter 1384 A phantom
The night is thick, everything in the world is quiet, all the noise has settled down, only the rich night surging outside the window, swallowing the remaining light and shadow.
After the whole day of shooting, Ansen was finally able to fall asleep early and have a good night's sleep.
Because I was too tired, Ansen was already yawning while having dinner, and his eyes could hardly be opened. After dinner, Ansen planned to take a break to avoid esophageal backflow, but she fell asleep while sitting on the sofa. .
It is not only physical exhaustion, but also mental overdraft.
With Noah's help, he hugged Anson into the bedroom and watched Anson fall asleep peacefully. Then Lucas returned to his room and turned on his laptop - the surveillance video of Mount Sinai Hospital was transmitted.
At that time, they were preparing to dig a trap for the paparazzi to jump, leaving surveillance videos in the corridor. Later, they successfully reversed the situation and gave the paparazzi and Sony Colombia a head-on blow. However, Lucas did not expect that the surveillance videos would still be Can continue to come in handy.
The difference is that this time, Lucas doesn't want any outsiders to know about this.
The memory is a little inaccurate. Lucas vaguely remembers that he entered the ward and Anson had not had time to introduce Jack to him. Then the paparazzi Harry Pessey appeared until the farce ended. Anson finally remembered Jack hiding in the bathroom, but he could no longer find anyone.
Here, the order of time may be inaccurate, and Lucas also needs to reorganize his thoughts.
However, there is one thing that is 100% certain that Jack was already in the room before the entire incident, which means that the surveillance video should be able to capture the image of Jack touching the ward before Lucas.
In the thick night, the world was quiet and there was no sound. The faint blue light on the notebook screen reflected on Lucas's face, and that face still had no expression.
Calm, indifferent, and cold, revealing a chill in the blue halo.
Lucas carefully and patiently watched all the surveillance video—
No fast forward.
I was afraid that I would miss important details, so I needed to confirm the picture frame by frame.
However...
No.
Nothing.
Lucas' heart slowly sank, sinking into the biting cold in the endless blue.
From the nurse leaving the ward to Lucas entering the ward, then Harry enters the ward, then Harry and Lucas rushed out of the ward one after another, and finally went to Lucas to return to the ward.
The whole image was in and out, and I watched it carefully.
And then, again.
But... still nothing. Empty, no other figures.
It turned out that it was just a wisp of phantom, a wisp of phantom that never existed.
Jack, it doesn't exist.
Lucas sat in place blankly, opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes inside, lit them slowly, holding them at his mouth, and the smoke was scattered, blurring his vision.
After thinking about it, Lucas played the entire image again from the beginning to the end, sitting quietly in the darkness and watching the whole process.
The smoke was misty at the fingertips, and it seemed to be stained with a hint of blue inadvertently. The dark red and dark fire light also became cold and almost frozen into ice.
Finally, the playback is over.
Lucas sat quietly, recalling the expression of Anson's expression every time he mentioned Jack to himself. The pure, happy and innocent feeling seemed to have never experienced any harm.
Until the computer screen automatically dimmed, he still did not move, the darkness swallowed him like a tide, and the sound of his heart beating seemed to disappear.
In the end, only a blue fire was left flashing brightly and darkly, staying there blankly, and time stopped.
For a long time, I have never noticed the passage of time. Bang.
The light on the mobile phone screen lit up, weakly and tiny supporting a small light in the darkness, reflecting a touch of perseverance in Lucas's eyes.
Dial call, however, no answer was answered.
Lucas didn't care either, so he redirected it once.
Until the fourth time, the phone finally answered, and Nora Wood's slightly tired but excited voice came.
"Oh, Lucas, what's wrong? The call is coming at this time?"
The words were already on the lips, but Lucas didn't know how to speak, "I'm drawing?"
Nothing stretched, "Yes, there was some inspiration. A painting was over. It was estimated that one hour would be enough, but what time is it now?"
"Oh, God..." Obviously Nora looked at the time on her phone, "I didn't realize that time had passed, and I'd probably wake up your dad again in a while."
Lucas's mouth was full of bitterness, "Dad is at home too?"
>
Nora, "Well, I came back last week, but I need to go to Colorado the day after tomorrow. A Hollywood actor bought a piece of land in the Grand Canyon and needed him to give some advice."
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"A piece of land?"
"Yes. Land. Prepare to build your own dream castle from scratch, just like Michael Jackson's Dream Manor. But these things are your daddy. I don't understand, he is not a professional in architecture, but you know these Hollywood laymen, they don't know anything, they just have huge checks that fell from the sky. They think your dad is an expert and need your dad to come over and give some advice." >
After whispering, it took a while to slow down, Nora realized the key point.
"Oh, sorry, I'm starting to change the topic again. What's going on with your call at this time?"
Lucas:... "It's Anson."
Nora, "Anson ? What's wrong with Anson? "
Lucas never felt so simple, and seemed to be back on the day of nightmare.
He looked at his father and mother in panic, holding his heart firmly with fear and panic. He didn't know how to speak or how to narrate, and he threw Anson away.
He kept reminding himself over and over again that the danger now was Anson, which had nothing to do with him, but his inner despair controlled his brain and could not make any sound.
He thought he had grown up, and faced crisis again and faced difficulties again, and faced any storms in life calmly.
However, he was wrong.
He was still panicked, like a coward. Although this was Anson's business, he sat in the darkness like a fool and shivered.
"Mom. Anson... It seems something happened."
It's hard, but it's still said it.
Lucas said everything he had in his control, and they needed to figure out a solution together.
He was very scared, he was really scared, afraid of losing Anson again.
He didn't know if he could bear such pain again, and worse, he didn't know if Anson could bear such pain again.
He thought that memory had disappeared, Anson could not remember it at all, and the nightmare was over.
But reality has never been so easy and simple. The nightmare has been there, lurking in the shadows, looking for opportunities to rise again in a hideous and sneaky manner.
Maybe, Anson does not remember it, but it does not mean that the wound has completely disappeared. His pain, his struggle, his nightmare is existing in Jack's way.
In an instant, Lucas seemed to be fifteen years old. He was young and ignorant, young and reckless. In the face of difficulties and crises, he rushed like a headless fly, using all his strength but still looking for it. Without the exit, it is just exhausted and unable to solve the problem, but it is swallowed by the problem.
What should I do?
What should he do? Are they going to lose Anson again?
(This chapter ends)