Chapter 506 Disappeared
“…Are you sure?”
“Yes, 100%, the light in the room was really on last night.”
“But, he still You have roommates, don’t forget..."
"Harry, I am serious. I saw Anson with my own eyes. Although I don’t know where he came back from, he did enter. ”
"No, no, no, no, your words are inconsistent. You said you saw the light in the room, and now you say you saw Anson with your own eyes. Hey, don't try to fool me. I'm not a stupid amateur."
"Alas, I...well, I didn't see Anson's face with my own eyes, but I did see him come in and turn on the light in his own room."
"So , it could also be Chris or James.”
Harry Pesci showed his professionalism and grasped the key in a fog, so that the other end of the phone was directly blocked. Speechless.
Not just anyone can be a paparazzi.
Many people don't believe it. In fact, many paparazzi are private detectives or reporters. Everyone has two skills. As for why they chose this industry, there are countless possibilities.
The person on the other end of the phone is also a paparazzi.
This time, everyone is looking for Anson. After all, he is the hottest thing at the moment, but to be honest, the popularity is a little abnormal and crazy——
Chasing Brad- When Pitt was having an affair with Jennifer Aniston and when he was stalking Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, it was not so lively. Everything seemed abnormal.
Anyway, Harry himself was on full alert.
Because Harry knew that Anson was an opponent who needed to be more cautious. No matter how cautious he was, he needed to put in 120% of his energy.
Just like now.
The colleague on the other end of the phone obviously didn’t pay enough attention to it. With his own guesses and associations, a sentence may be half full of water. If you take it lightly, you may miss the details.
Consequences?
Harry didn't want to think too much about the consequences, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle even if it was just a thought.
Then, there was a scoff from the other end of the receiver.
"Harry, are you too serious? This Anson is not a devil. He will not swallow you up with just one mouthful. I can hear your knees shaking from the other end of the phone."
Harry was poked in a painful spot, but strangely, he was not angry at all -
There was no need to be angry, these guys had never really fought with Anson, so one or two I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is.
Harry didn't defend himself and just threw it away with a rant.
"You have been waiting in front of Anson's house for three days and three nights without seeing a single person. Now half of Los Angeles' eyes are on the scene but no one has been able to find Anson. Could it be that you are hallucinating? "
The other side of the phone immediately turned off the phone and muttered for a long time without giving a reason.
Harry didn't say any more and hung up the phone with a bang.
Originally, paparazzi are solitary, and in order to dig out exclusivity, one needs to endure loneliness. Everyone has his own informants and his own circle.
But this time, no one had a clue, so they began to exchange information one after another. Harry even mobilized a group of friends to dig deep to dig out Anson. come out.
Not only Los Angeles, but also New York, Chicago, Seattle, Atlanta and other large cities have mobilized resources, but still nothing has been achieved.
Anson just disappeared from under their noses.
Of course, there are many possibilities, and it is even possible that Anson has left the North American continent; but Harry secretly followed Anson's agent Edgar for a period of time, and even paid attention to Edgar's assistant——< br>
He had a bold guess that Anson was still in Los Angeles. So, they returned to the most primitive and simple way:
Keep an eye on them.
Back and forth, five days passed in the blink of an eye, but there was still no sign. Although some figures were vaguely seen, they could not be identified.
The whole thing is becoming more and more weird.
Maybe other colleagues were not careful enough when stalking and missed the opportunity. After all, it is difficult to maintain concentration when stalking for a long time; maybe Anson did not come back at all, and their judgment was completely wrong. What they saw Those figures are purely my own wishful imagination.
All in all, there are many possibilities, and Harry is unwilling and afraid to think deeply about it.
Taking a deep breath, Harry regained his composure and looked back at the villa in front of him.
So, was the figure glimpsed in the villa last night the real person of Anson? Or Anson's roommate? Or just a…Phantom of the Opera?
Calm down. He needs to calm down.
After all, this is a tough battle. We don’t know when we will see the light of day, or even whether we will see the light of day.
Wait——
There is movement.
Harry's pupils shrank and he immediately pressed against the back of the chair to hide his figure. He didn't want to be discovered by Anson.
Once his whereabouts are exposed, Harry doesn't know what storm he will be involved in next.
Now Harry finally understood what it felt like for Tom Cruise to be so nervous that he was sweating profusely in "Mission: Impossible". He was so still that he was still sweating. What a real feeling. He was sweating like rain, and the hot sweat slid down his temples.
But Harry was so focused on the villa that he didn't notice it at all.
Until...that's, Chris Evans?
What the hell!
Wearing a T-shirt, jeans and a baseball cap, although the outline of the face cannot be seen clearly, there is no doubt that it is Chris. Under the early morning sun, a short observation can tell the difference between Chris and Anson. , which made Harry want to curse -
As expected, an ominous premonition is never wrong.
With a long breath, Harry's tight shoulders relaxed and he lay in the backrest like a puddle of mud, staring at Chris blankly.
It seems that Anson was not there at all, and it was Chris who appeared last night; but if the light in Anson's room was indeed on last night, what was the reason? What was Chris doing in Anson's room?
Thoughts, paused in my mind.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Chris getting into the driver's seat and driving away. By some strange coincidence, Harry started the engine and followed Chris away.
The reason?
There is no reason, it is purely an intuition, or an instinct. Anyway, there is nothing to gain in the villa, so why not give it a try.
There was nothing suspicious about Chris's vehicle. It did not enter a remote place. There were familiar streets and familiar scenery along the way. As time went by, Harry became more and more suspicious that he was running blindly.
Chris?
What on earth was he thinking? Why do you think following Chris will lead to clues?
Looking around for a moment, they were heading north of Los Angeles. If they didn't reach Burbank, they were in the mountainous area near Universal Studios.
Harry immediately understood that Chris should be going for an audition. There were three audition companies nearby. Actors naturally frequented here, and Chris's behavior was not unusual.
call.
After taking a long breath, Harry calmed down and realized that this was a useless effort. He should turn around and return to the villa and continue to stay there; but at this moment, Harry noticed a figure from the corner of his sight. Walked out.
That's——
Wait, that's... Connor?
(End of this chapter)