Chapter 1045 Life is worse than death
Exploded, exploded in a mighty and vigorous manner.
Even more ferocious and crazy than the explosion, because it is not just entertainment, but different professions in different fields such as society, politics, communication, etc. have also made their voices heard——
Entertainment to death, this It is a social problem. In the past half century, it has gradually become terminally ill and has become more and more serious. It continues to break the bottom line, violate morality, break away from the ranks of ethics, violate legal regulations, and truly threaten life safety. The matter is no longer just entertainment news. .
There is no doubt that this is another hot topic discussed by the whole society in 2003.
Things are completely out of control. This is a situation that no one expected.
Actually, the truth is still not completely clear:
What is going on with Jason Irving and Sony Columbia? It was clear that the mastermind behind the scenes was Harry Pesci, so why did Jason pretend to be his? Is there any secret deal between Sony Columbia and Harry? Could it be that Harry was able to break into the set because Sony Columbia opened a back door?
It’s a mess.
The possibilities are countless, but it is precisely because of this that the reaction of the general public is even more intense. They are eager for the truth, they are eager to punish the murderer, and they are eager to uphold justice. In the end, they converge into a stormy wave and crash down on their faces. Rushing toward Sony, Columbia and Harry Pesci.
The momentum is huge!
Sony Columbia, as the top production company in Hollywood, is a huge target. Countless voices ask for an explanation and a response; but on the other hand, the general public wants to shake Sony Columbia, a behemoth of this level. , it's definitely not that simple.
However, Harry Pesci is different.
Although the target is small, just a paparazzi, in such conspiracy and chaos, it is inconspicuous and may be completely swallowed up if you are not careful; but also because the target is small, it means that people can "hurt" "He——
It's not hurt in the literal sense, asking Harry to apologize, demanding official punishment, etc. These actions are achievable and much simpler.
Therefore, just as "American Weekly" and "Entertainment Weekly" were divided into two groups, ordinary people all gathered towards the obvious goal of Sony Columbia; reporters and paparazzi all gathered towards the fragile target of Harry, expecting to conquer Harry, dig further into the truth.
What's more, they have not forgotten that Lucas Wood's $100,000 reward is still valid.
The hyenas gathered quietly like this.
......
Harry Pacey thought that the past few days had been hell, and life would be worse than death; but now, he is willing to use all his property to exchange the opportunity to turn back time and return to the second world. Fourteen or forty-eight hours ago, because it was paradise then compared to now.
In the past few days, Harry had no idea what he was struggling with and suffering, it was just that he couldn't get along with himself.
But now, he has to fight against the whole world——
He didn't lie, he really felt that he was fighting against the whole world alone.
What was he thinking at the time? Did he think he could hide from the truth by using a pseudonym? Looking back, the name Marvin Daniel comes from the name of another stupid thief in "Home Alone". If someone can make the connection like Anson, it shouldn't be difficult to find him.
What's more, there are hackers.
He actually let the other party follow the clues to find his home address, and there was no way he could deny it. How stupid was he? He didn't even have the consciousness to go to a coffee shop or Internet cafe to upload, so he exposed himself stupidly, and ended up struggling there over and over again.
Haha, it’s so funny.
Look now?
There is no light in the entire apartment, and it is completely covered. The blackout curtains and blinds are all closed, completely cutting off the outside world.
Don’t even dare to turn on a desk lamp.
Because Harry knew that there were dozens of paparazzi lurking around the apartment, monitoring him in every aspect and every corner.
He has always been watching others, but he never thought that one day he would be watched and watched. That feeling... was like being thrown into a frying pan, and every inch of his body was sizzling. From the surface to the inside, it penetrates and matures bit by bit.
At the slightest sign of trouble, those locusts will swarm up. Being in panic all day long, not daring to sleep and unable to fall asleep, unable to rest and relax, the suffering made Harry feel like he was going to have a neurasthenia.
And, what’s even scarier is that Harry knows what the paparazzi outside are doing——
They are looking through his trash, they are looking through his resume, and they are looking around for loopholes in his apartment to see if they can get into the apartment and take photos of him up close without being charged with breaking and entering.
He was like a scarred and dying animal in the wilderness. The vultures slowly began to gather, hovering in the sky and perching on the treetops not far away, waiting for the moment when he died, and then rushed up in a swarm. , and ate his corpse.
Harry felt that he could not hold on for much longer.
Crack.
Opening the refrigerator, the blue light fell down, tearing open the darkness. Harry's eyes almost couldn't adapt, and he looked inside with a ferocious expression.
One tomato, half a piece of toast, three eggs, and a bottle of mineral water.
That's all.
He is almost out of ammunition and food. If he continues to stay, he may not be able to hold on.
Of course there is a way, just go shopping. He is not in prison now; but he understands that this is the opportunity the paparazzi are waiting for. Once he goes out, the sharks will swarm him. If he bites off an arm or half a calf, they won't let him go easily.
It was precisely because Harry understood what he might face that he was even more shuddering at this moment.
Just thinking about it made Harry shiver.
Crack.
I quickly closed the refrigerator and leaned against the refrigerator door. My knees weakened and I slowly slipped.
Harry fell into despair little by little. He didn't know what to do. If he admitted his mistake to Anson and begged for mercy, could Anson help solve the problem? Is it too late to apologize and repent to Anson?
He knew Anson was a devil, but he still provoked him; and more than once, he went to the hospital to provoke him and surrendered himself.
Stupid, really stupid.
Harry lay slowly on the ground. He wanted to cry but found that his eyes were extremely dry and there were no tears. He couldn't help curling up with his knees and shivering.
I never expected that he would fall to such a point, so what should I do next? When will this craze end?
Rustling.
There was a trivial commotion outside the door, but Harry's nerves suddenly became tense, like hair exploding. He suddenly raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Any slightest movement could make him nervous. Collapse on the spot.
who? Or...what?
Next second, knock.
There was a knock on the door, like an explosion of thunder. Harry couldn't help but cover his ears, curled up into a ball, and trembled violently uncontrollably.
"Harry..."
The devil's call came from outside the door.
(End of this chapter)