"Another day. We'll have a good conversation another day. ”

Lan Li said with a smile, but as if he had consumed the last bit of energy in his body, he tried to turn around, take a graceful step, and then calmly leave the crowd, as usual, all the reporters would spontaneously get out of the way and let him leave, but Lan Li overestimated his physical strength and energy.

The whole back was completely soaked, and the violent feeling of overdraft was triggering a wave of nausea, which continued to surge, like a drowning person in the middle of a vast ocean, slapping his hands and legs with all his might, but the waves were mercilessly one after another, and even the last remaining physical strength was exhausted, and when the will to survive was exhausted, there was suddenly a kind of self-defeating depression, giving up the struggle.

Even if Lan Li wanted to turn around and leave now, he couldn't help it.

His knees went limp, and he seemed to be trembling slightly. Obviously, this is not because of the injury in the tiger's mouth, but because of Andrew's inferiority complex and cowardice, he is slowly taking over the initiative.

In desperation, he could only quietly move his steps and leaned slightly against the wall behind him, but he still did not rely on it completely, but felt the sense of dependence and steadfastness coming from behind him, so that his body relaxed a little, and the whole person seemed to be shaking, and the sense of trance shaking was making his last trace of physical strength on the verge of disappearing.

At this moment, Lan Li is unprecedentedly weak.

He couldn't help but tug the corners of his mouth slightly, is this self-inflicted?

The problem is that nature never relents. Even in the face of a helpless and weak life, the ocean still does not sympathize or pity, but devours life more mercilessly, fleeting. At this moment, the same is true.

In the face of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, between the staggered sights, the paparazzi not only did not leave or evacuate, but also pressed forward step by step, tightening the encirclement, and the dense crowd became more and more crowded and tight, almost breathless, it seemed that even oxygen had no living space, only carbon dioxide was surging.

"Lan Li, please explain what the news is going on lately?"

"Are the rumors about you and Diesel true?"

"Are you planning to work with Marvel Studios?"

"What about the scandal?"

"Are you crowding out Diesel?"

"Does this mean that you will have more power?"

"What about hype?"

The questions became shorter and shorter, and he chased and beat him like a storm, and smashed his head and face towards Lan Li.

Gradually, in the face of Lan Li, who was powerless to fight back, the question lost its meaning, and evolved into an outburst, an attack, a catharsis, and the voice inevitably carried a trace of anger, like a criticism/fight/big/meeting, all faces began to distort, even the eyes became red, and after losing their minds, they burst out with a terrifying aura that devoured the living.

The emotions that have been hidden for so long, the anger that has been suppressed for so long, are finally all released today.

That's what Lan Li deserves, isn't it?

Who made Lan Li always put on a lofty posture and always oppressed them? Who made Lan Li always have unlimited scenery, EGOT has been achieved, and never encountered real setbacks? Who made Lan Li always pretend to be professional and treat the news media with a high and arrogant attitude? Who made Lan Li expose his weaknesses and become their plate meal?

Who makes Lan Li the top existence in the whole of Hollywood now, and all the topics and attention revolve around him? Who makes the whole industry now pay attention to Lan Li, and move the whole body? Who makes Lan Li the center of focus, even if it is shooting an independent film that no one cares about, it can cause so many topics?

Now that Lan Li has enjoyed so much praise and popularity, and has made it all the way to the top, it is time for him to get a good taste of what it is like to be attacked by a horde.

This is reincarnation, this is retribution. This is the law of survival in nature.

Yes, that's it! They can't be blamed! They just took the chance.

The faces in his sight have become bloody and brutal, his reason is getting rid of his hands little by little, and all kinds of problems are completely submerging Lan Li like a flood, leaving no breathing space, and even the ability to parry has been completely lost, let alone the power to fight back.

During the attack, all the negative emotions of the paparazzi were released, and even the dark side that he didn't realize was showing his teeth and claws, and the problem began to become more and more sharp, more and more red, and more and more brutal-

"Does the Hall family have a partnership with Hollywood?"

"Is there an element of trading in the previous awards?"

"Is there a tacit deal between the three major European film festivals and the aristocracy?"

"Do you think you deserve EGOT?"

"Do you think you're a great actor?"

"Are you deliberately stirring up the scandal?"

"Are you using Diesel to make news?"

"Did you encounter any unspoken rules when you entered Hollywood?"

"Rumoredly, you turned down Harvey Weinstein's /****, which led to a tearing face, right?"

"Some people say that you professed your love to Jennifer Lawrence and got rejected, so you got angry and broke up. ”

Things are getting more and more outrageous, unfounded and unsourced imagination, like vicious pus, spitting at Lan Li one by one, slowly, slowly drowning him completely, from interviews to attacks, from questioning to catharsis, from seizing opportunities to taking revenge.

Lan Li was already trapped in a trap and had nowhere to escape.

His back was pressed against the wall, but he didn't even have the strength to rush left and right, hugging his head, the vicious language and the hideous face rushed to his face like a storm, and the bursting drumbeat sounded again above his ears, "bang bang bang" "bang bang bang", everywhere, nowhere to escape, as if even the whole brain had been filled with those drums, almost out of breath.

Indeed, if you do your own iniquity, you will not live.

The corners of Lan Li's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile, the pit he dug with his own hands, do you want to jump down by yourself now?

In fact, Edith is right, he is a fool, his stubbornness and paranoia, his pride and stubbornness, his ego and arrogance, sooner or later he will bury him with his own hands, and sooner or later he will destroy himself with his own hands. Perhaps, that day will finally come. But what's interesting, does he regret it? He doesn't regret it at all.

So, he's just a stupid fool to the extreme.

Slowly, Lan Li slowly squatted down like this, holding his head in both hands, trying to stop the pain of the headache, but it was just in vain, the taste of digging into the heart and cutting the bones was raging in the brain, no matter how it was relieved and protected, the pain that was deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul could not be relieved, it just made people want to roar, and roared heartily.

When the pain reached the extreme, a white light appeared in front of him, and Zhang flew in disorder, he tried to reach out to catch it, but before he could touch it, the white light disappeared like this, and then the whole world escaped into boundless darkness, and the pain that erupted in an instant was like a power outage, directly cutting off all perception.

Lan Li's eyes were tightly closed, the two worlds were broken and shattered by force, all the pictures and all the memories were all messed up, belonging to Lan Li's and Andrew's...... There is also the boy who is lying on the hospital bed and cannot move, everything is completely disrupted, and the boundary between reality and illusion no longer exists.

Drums.

Drums.

Drums.

In the end, there was only one belief left in his mind, and the "whipping" played by Buddy Ricky began to melt through his mind in one go, every detail, every rhythm, and every power so clear and accurate that he involuntarily began to hit the rhythm with his fingers on his head.

Bang bang.

Seven beats of the drum. Faster and faster, tighter and tighter, first in one hundred and forty strokes, then two hundred and eighty strokes, the whole rhythm gradually found a special rhythm, perfectly matched with the drum beat in his mind, and truly escaped into the dark world of madness, whether it was Lan Li or Andrew, all of them had completely disappeared, only the drum beat remained.

But the piercing pain became more and more turbulent and more intense, and when the pain reached a certain extreme, the mind roared instantly, and then ...... Then he lost consciousness and, without knowing anything, completely disappeared into the darkness.

……

The paparazzi's attacks are still going on, they have broken through the shackles of reason, and they have let off all their emotions regardless of it, but they don't get any response, and things slowly start to get boring: attacking someone who can't fight back and scold doesn't fight back, and everything loses its meaning.

The pleasure, the excitement, and the excitement only lasted for a moment, and then the silence calmed down, and the short-lived madness gradually began to cool down, panting and staring at Lan Li, who was powerless in front of him, like a stray puppy in the middle of the stormy night, shivering and hiding next to the garbage heap, innocently and fragile to protect himself.

Something is wrong, something is really not right.

The paparazzi slowly came back to their senses, and the blood in their eyes slowly began to fade, and then they noticed the abnormality of the matter, and there was a scolding and foul language in the sparse questions, which was completely a personal attack, which was particularly harsh, and all eyes were projected one after another, and the other party closed his mouth in disdain.

"Lan Li?"

"Lan Li!"

In the midst of the call, the panic was surging in waves, and the Lan Li in front of him seemed to have completely lost its vitality, quiet and terrifying, what should they do now?