Carefully opening the curtains and looking through the gaps, Chris could see the crowd of people surging downstairs of the apartment, like a vast sea, rolling out endlessly, and the parking lot in front of the apartment was clogged up, and there were at least one hundred and fifty reporters in the battle, as well as accompanying photojournalists, and the live broadcast car of the television station.

God, why would a TV station send a live broadcast car? No matter how hot the news is, it definitely hasn't reached such a level, which is nothing compared to the news of Michael Jackson's sudden death in 2009, so why is the media so excited?

Each of them had a glint of excitement on their faces, as if they were ...... It's like a shark that smells blood.

Now he was like a wounded man floating on a reef, and the blood seeping into the sea attracted sharks, one after the other, and then constantly cruising around the reef, and from time to time surfaced to demonstrate, as if he was ready to snatch food.

To make matters worse, the water is now at high tide, and little by little the rising tide is flooding the reef, his living space is shrinking, and he is trying his best to escape, but the sharks are eyeing him with no hope, if not only a glimmer of hope.

"Chris!"

Someone noticed Chris peeping through the curtains, the ground thundered, and in an instant, all eyes were projected, followed by a silver flash like a waterfall, "Collapse, collapse, collapse!", the resonance of the roar simply shook the mountain, and the momentum was vented towards the window.

Chris felt only the silver light pierce his eyes, and he closed the curtains as fast as he could, turned his back to the window, and pressed against the curtains, as if the enemy outside would break in at any moment. But even so, his eyes began to burn like a fire, and his heart beat like a drumstick hitting the eardrum fiercely, and the blood in his body was instantly drained.

“…… Is this it......?" The message is to say...... I don't...... It should ...... "Who the hell is he...... Haven't heard of ......"

The intermittent sound echoed in the staircase, and Chris reflexively jumped up, trying to comfort himself, this was all about scaring himself, how could those reporters get into the building? Otherwise, the other reporters downstairs would have to squeeze in, they wouldn't just be outside, would they?

Chris comforted himself in this way, and cautiously walked to the door, trying not to make any noise, completely forgetting that the fact that he was at home was no longer a secret. With his hands on the door panel, he approached slowly, slowly, and then put his right eye on the cat's eye and looked out.

At this time, there were at least seven or eight unfamiliar faces in the hallway, all with cameras around their necks, and they had no intention of concealing their identities, and were probing door by door, hoping to find any clues to prove the identity of the owner of the room.

Not only that, but Chris could also faintly see that there were figures heading upstairs, and some figures coming up from downstairs, in a steady stream, seemingly endless.

They are storming this apartment building.

The thought surged into Chris's mind, and he trembled like an electric body, and the whole person froze in place, and then stepped back little by little, the joints were like rusty and stiff robots, every step was so careful, every movement was so difficult, but a few steps back, looking back at the window, and then at the door. He suddenly realized that he was trapped, trapped in a prison with nowhere to escape.

It turns out that a fantastic media frenzy can also be a nightmare.

At the same time, Lan Li was also trapped, the vast and turbulent crowd blocked the door of the apartment tightly, and when the window looked out, he could only see a dense crowd, and it was impossible to calculate how many people gathered in the short distance of ten meters from the door to the parking spot, which looked like a thousand, and also looked like ten thousand, and I only felt that the dense phobia patient was estimated to faint directly again.

"Lan Li, are you sure? Why don't we wait for Andy to land before we go out?" said Nathan worriedly.

Such a battle, even Lan Li was a little numb, I heard about the madness of the reporters before, it was just news, but now it is really staged in front of my eyes, and the shock that comes to my face cannot be described in words. "Even if Andy comes, what else can he do?" Lan Li's answer made Nathan stunned and speechless.

After TMZ's revelations came out, Andy immediately called Lan Li, and then booked the nearest flight to fly directly from Los Angeles to New York. However, the flight time is enough for six hours, not to mention, it will take time to travel between the airport and the city, in other words, Andy will not be able to appear in a short time.

What's more, as Lan Li said, even if Andy showed up and brought a large security team, it was really useless in front of such crazy reporters. They all clearly know that this group of reporters will not give up until they achieve their goal, and no matter what, Lan Li will be interviewed.

In that case, why not end the interview as soon as possible, and then go to Studio Eleven and get to work? In Lan Li's opinion, this gossip is really boring, and it is better to focus on work than to waste time here. Even if it's a holiday, he won't be trapped in his apartment and unable to move because he is afraid of reporters.

patted Nathan's shoulder, Lan Li didn't hesitate, and took a step directly, but he didn't expect that after only two steps, Nathan quickly caught up, overtook the front, blocked in front of Lan Li, and then raised his voice and said, "I'll open the way in front." With that, Nathan opened the door to the apartment building.

Tweet, hum, boom...... A rush of hot air rushed to the face, and countless trivial sounds mixed together, turning into a distorted and restless murmur, which exploded in the ears like thunder, and it was not the kind of "one another, one more time", but the first one was not over, the second one had already arrived, the second one sounded, and then the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth all swarmed in.

The eardrum, which was tense to the extreme, began to buzz, and then all other sounds disappeared, leaving only an echo of "buzz, buzz, buzz", as if thousands of bees were dancing in their ears, and the close resonance made the blood begin to boil, and a convulsion was felt all over the body.

The crowd in front of them was like a giant beast in the vast ocean, and Lan Li and Nathan were like a flat boat, tossing and falling in the storm, the giant beast opened its mouth and swallowed the flat boat and the sea water into its stomach, but it did not calm down, but became more and more turbulent, and there was a danger of being overturned and swallowed up at any time, the fishy smell, the hot heat wave, and the suffocating dullness tightly wrapped every pore, so depressed that people were almost about to explode.

"Blue Rite", "Script", "Chris", "Lies", "Situation", "Truth", "Today", "Reaction", "Impressions", "Situation", "Roommate", ...... Fragmented words, scattered in all corners, give the illusion that countless God is speaking, filling the whole world, constantly reverberating three hundred and sixty degrees.

Nathan opened his arms with all his might, protecting Lan Li behind him, blocking the outstretched arms, his cheeks, chest, arms, calves, and even crotch, every part was hit, and the indescribable pain was like a "twinkle and twinkle" star, without regularity, lightness, or veins, all over every corner of his body.

He was even slapped twice hard. Of course, the reporter didn't mean to, and in the midst of such a surging crowd, it was almost impossible to control the body.

But Nathan didn't have time to take care of himself, he kept looking back at Lan Li behind him, and then slammed forward with his shoulder, using the strength of his body to continuously exert pressure, forcibly opening the impenetrable crowd curtain, tearing out a path, moving little by little.

Lan Li only felt that there was a wall of flesh in front of him, blocking the oncoming attacks as much as possible, and then there were still countless attacks on the left and right sides and behind him, but the sense of stability that broke through made the chaotic and restless scene easier.

However, in such a surging crowd, a person's strength is a drop in the bucket, even if it is not so tragic when the mantis arm is a car, so Lan Li also walked forward quickly, staggered slightly with Nathan, and broke forward in unison.

It's just that the strength of the two people is still weak.

The pace of pushing forward gradually began to slow down, and the front was still dense, with no end in sight. From the door of the apartment to the parking space, it was actually only about ten meters away, but today they were struggling, and they were soaked with sweat, but they had only walked less than a third. This looks like a long march.

I don't know how those top superstars maintain their daily lives? This is simply a hundred enemies! Then, Lan Li thought of the answer, "security", the security team of those superstars is extremely powerful, but Lan Li is a second-tier or third-tier actor, and there is simply not enough money to hire security guards. The corners of Lan Li's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

In the midst of the busyness, Lan Li actually had time to desert, and if the reporters knew, it was estimated that they would vomit blood collectively.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front of him, and a voice could be faintly heard roaring, but in such a turbulent environment, it was not easy to break through. But the miraculous thing is that gradually, gradually, the reporters in front of them stopped crowding, and they also stopped shouting, and the speed of restlessness calmed down faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, the scene was quiet.

Nathan and Lan Li couldn't help but stop as they pushed forward, there was still a dense crowd in front of them, and they couldn't see what was happening in front of them, but they could hear a shout, "Quiet, everyone, be quiet." Even if Lan Li wants to be interviewed, he must be able to hear questions. Get out of the way, get out of the way, what about Lan Li?"

With these words, the crowd in front gradually dispersed, making way for a small path leading directly ahead, and standing at the end was actually Roy Lockley.