Chapter 1014 Evil Pleasure
The air is solemn and anxious, filled with a tension that cannot be expressed in words.
Kristen, James, Alfred, etc., including stuntmen and professional stand-ins, all sat in the hospital corridor without landing. No one spoke, gradually suffocating in silence and depression.
There was movement at the door of the ward, and James was the first to stand up quickly.
"Anson..." The words of inquiry were stuck in his throat, but he didn't know how to express them. All the words were swallowed silently. James looked at Lucas blankly and said with His eyes asked.
It's not just James.
Lucas glanced around, "Anson is awake. The situation is better than expected, and there is no serious problem for the time being."
Plop.
Alfred's knees weakened and he fell down. He covered his cheeks with his hands and rubbed them vigorously. Only then was he finally able to breathe again.
Kristen turned to face the wall to hide her turbulent emotions, but her slightly shrugged shoulders still revealed her vulnerability at this moment.
James took a step forward, "When can we visit him?"
"Not now." Lucas rejected James like a cold-faced Yama.
Ignoring James who was full of annoyance and irritation, Lucas went straight to Sam who was sitting aside. Sam showed no emotion on the surface, but the anxiety and worry between his eyebrows were gradually eating away at his sanity. , so that he was slightly in a trance, and Lucas had to pull Sam back from his wandering thoughts.
"Sam, Anson wants to talk to you."
Sam raised his head, slightly confused.
"But the doctor said that Anson still needs to rest now to give his body time to repair itself, so the time cannot be too long, five minutes at most."
Finally, Sam came back to his senses, gently chinned his head, and nodded. Show that you understand.
James couldn't believe it, "Hey, Anson's brother, I am Anson's best friend. Why can the director now visit the doctor, but I can't? What are your standards?"
< br>"Brother Anson's standards." Lucas spat out the ice cubes word by word.
James was suffocated and unable to refute.
Lucas ignored James and walked forward.
After taking only a few steps, Lucas paused slightly and noticed——
Sean Graham, the wire master.
At this time, his hands are wrapped with bandages. Even so, it can still be seen that the palms are a little swollen. The size of the entire palm does not match the size of the forearm. His injury is not easy. He should not be able to work for a while. .
The steps were just a slight pause. After all, Lucas did not stop and continued to move forward.
Sean lowered his head, falling into deep self-blame and guilt. No matter what other things were, he was the one who really let go of his hands, and he needed to be responsible for the situation in front of him.
However, the question is, how should he be responsible? How can he be responsible?
That kind of pain, rolling in my stomach.
He wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
Sean noticed Lucas' footsteps in front of him, but he didn't dare to look up and look directly at him. He watched helplessly as the footsteps paused slightly and then continued to move forward.
Sean slowly closed his eyes and suffered in hell.
......
"What happened?"
This is the most discussed question among the crowd.
However, there is no answer.
After getting the news, all the reporters who rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital immediately were blocked. The only thing they can be sure of now is that something happened. Anson was carried into the ambulance and his condition is unknown.
That's all.
The information is incomplete and the situation is unclear. The crew has blocked all news, leaving only countless speculations. All kinds of terrible ideas are emerging one after another. All kinds of speculations are flying everywhere, but no one can confirm them.
There is a restlessness in the air.
Harry Pesci was also in the crowd, hiding his figure quietly.
Nervous. anxiety. Stimulate. Excited. Confused.
It is unimaginable that such different emotions are all intertwined at once, and the full burst of adrenaline is simply a party.
After the accident, Harry's first reaction was to run away.
This is also the only reaction.
He simply couldn't believe that things happened like this, in a ridiculous way. The messy fears and worries exploded in his mind, and those terrible and extreme thoughts filled his head and he couldn't stop.
He kept convincing himself that Anson was okay, Anson was okay, Anson was okay.
However, the bad news still came -
The ambulance was dispatched.
News came flooding in one after another, dragging Harry into the darkness.
Then, Harry kept convincing himself:
This was an accident, an accident that no one wanted to happen, including himself; and all kinds of accidents will happen on movie shooting scenes.
In fact, let alone filming movies, there are countless accidents in real life. Life is composed of accidents, good accidents, bad accidents, expected accidents, unwelcome accidents, etc.
Then, Harry suddenly realized:
Maybe this was the first and only time he had the upper hand in the confrontation with Anson.
All this time, standing in front of Anson, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He tried to escape and resist, but he was always played by Anson, and he was embarrassed every time, so that he had a psychological shadow.
But now?
Anson may be lying motionless on the hospital bed, unable to fight back.
Harry knew that this thought was evil, but the devil still pulled him into the darkness. The thoughts began to ferment in his mind and could no longer stop.
Perhaps, Anson was indeed injured, but it was far from as serious as imagined. All the blocking news in front of him was just a show, a hype show, the purpose of which was to make full use of such injuries to attract attention. .
This is absurd, but also very realistic -
In Hollywood, everything is possible, life, old age, illness and death can become a performance stage, and the spirit of entertaining to death has long been ingrained in the bones.
If it were Anson, Harry thought the possibilities would continue to soar.
After all, this young man planned the "surprise pop-up event" and the image transformation of the Cannes Film Festival. What else is impossible?
Thinking of this, Harry could no longer control his excitement and excitement.
He needed to go to the hospital, just like a serial killer returning to the scene of his crime, fear and excitement intertwined, mixed with the vigilance of being discovered and the joy of appreciating the chaos in front of him, like God, looking down on his creation from above. results.
Everything is just like TMZ -
They uncover other people's scars, they reveal other people's secrets, they consume other people's pain, they use the camera lens as a weapon to blow the horn of entertainment to death , eventually becoming an integral part of the dark corners of Vanity Fair.
Perhaps, some people will say that this is twisted evil, hideous and disgusting.
But Harry knew that even if he said this, people still couldn't control their desires, were still attracted by gossip, were still excited by the revelations, and were still looking forward to the blood and tension. Don’t forget, it is precisely because there is a demand and a market that breeds endless darkness and evil.
Harry believed that when all the news came out, people would go crazy, scolding and paying attention, encircling and discussing at the same time.
No one is an exception.
(End of this chapter)