The Greatest Showman

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Carefully opening the curtains, looking down from the gap, Chris could see the surging crowds downstairs in the apartment, like a vast sea, laying out endlessly, and the parking lot at the entrance of the apartment was blocked. There were at least 150 reporters in that battle, as well as accompanying photojournalists, as well as the live broadcast truck of the TV station.

God, why does the TV station send out live cars? It's really baffling. No matter how hot the news is, it has never reached such a level. Compared with the news of Michael Jackson's sudden death in 2009, it is as insignificant as dust. So, why are the media so excited?

Each of them had a gleam of excitement on their faces, as if... like a shark that smelled blood.

Now he is like an injured person floating on a reef. The blood infiltrating the sea attracts all the sharks, one after another, and then constantly cruising around the reef, surfacing from time to time. Demonstration, as if ready to snatch food.

To make matters worse, the sea is now at high tide, and the rising tide is submerging the reef. His living space is shrinking. Even just a trace.

"Chris!"

Someone noticed that Chris was peeping through the curtains, and the ground was thundered. In an instant, all eyes were projected, followed by a silver flash like a waterfall, "Break! Blow! Blow!", that roar The resonance of the mountain is simply shaking, and the majestic vent is released towards the window.

Chris only felt the silver light pierce his eyes. He closed the curtain as fast as he could, turned around, turned his back to the window, and pressed the curtain firmly, as if the enemy outside would break in at any time. But even so, the eyes still started to burn like a fire, the heart beat like a drumstick and hit the eardrum fiercely, and the blood from the whole body was drained instantly.

"...Is it here?" "...The news is...I don't...should..." "Who the hell is he...haven't heard of..."

Intermittent trivial sounds echoed in the stairway, and Chris jumped up in a conditioned reflex. He tried to comfort himself, this is completely a scare, and he scare himself, how could those reporters enter the building? Otherwise, the other reporters downstairs will definitely squeeze in, and they won't stay out obediently, will they?

So comforting himself, Chris walked to the door cautiously, trying not to make any noise, completely forgetting that the fact that he was at home was no longer a secret. He put his hands on the door, approached slowly and slowly, 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 corridor. They all had cameras around their necks and had no intention of concealing their identities. They were exploring door by door, trying to find any clues to prove the owner of the room identity.

Not only that, but Chris can vaguely see that some figures are heading upstairs, and some figures are coming up from downstairs, a steady stream that seems to have no end at all.

They're taking this apartment building.

This thought entered Chris's mind, and his whole body trembled as if it was electrified. The whole person stiffened in place, and then stepped back little by little, the joints were like a rusty and stiff robot, and every step was like this. Be careful, every move is so hard, but take a few steps back, look back at the window, then look at the door. He suddenly realized that he was trapped, trapped in a prison with nowhere to run.

It turned out that the dreamy media frenzy can also become a nightmare.

At the same time, Renly was also trapped. The huge and turbulent crowd blocked the door of the apartment. Looking out the window, only a dense crowd of people could be seen. It was impossible to calculate clearly, from the door to the parking spot. In this short ten-meter distance, how many people gathered, it seemed like a thousand, but also like ten thousand, I just felt that patients with intensive phobia would probably faint again.

"Renly, are you sure? Shouldn't we wait for Andy to land before going out?" Nathan said worriedly.

With such a battle, even Renly felt a little scalp tingling. I heard about the madness of the reporters before, but it was just news, but now it is really happening in front of my eyes, and the shock that blows on my face cannot be described in words. "Even if Andy came over, what could he do?" Renly's answer left Nathan stunned and speechless.

Immediately after the tmz revelations came out, Andy called Renly and booked the nearest flight from Los Angeles to New York. However, the air flight time is a full six hours, not to mention that it takes time to travel between the airport and the city. In other words, Andy is impossible to appear in a short time.

What's more, as Renly said, even if Andy showed up, with a huge security team, but in front of such a crazy reporter, it was really insignificant. They all knew very well that this group of reporters would not give up if they didn't achieve their goals, and Renly would be interviewed no matter what.

That being the case, why not end the interview as soon as possible, then head to Studio Eleven and get to work? In Renly's opinion, these gossips are really boring, and instead of wasting time here, it's better to focus on work. Even on vacation, he will not be trapped in his apartment and unable to move because he is afraid of reporters.

Patting Nathan on the shoulder, Renly stepped forward without any hesitation, but did not hesitate.

Thinking of it, after only two steps, Nathan quickly caught up, overtook to the front, blocked in front of Renly, and said in a loud voice, "I'm going ahead." After that, Nathan opened the door. the door of the apartment building.

Chattering, humming, rumbling... A surging hot air rushed towards my face, and countless trivial sounds mixed together, turning into a distorted and restless murmur, which exploded in my ears like thunder; and It's not the kind of "one shot, one more shot", the first shot is not over, the second shot has come; the second shot is sounded, followed by the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shots all swarmed .

In an instant, the eardrums, which were stretched to the extreme, began to buzz, and then all other sounds disappeared, leaving only a mass of echoes of "buzz, buzz, buzz", as if thousands of bees were dancing in their ears. , the close-range resonance made the blood boil, and the whole body felt a twitch.

The crowd in front of them are like giant beasts in the vast ocean, and Renly and Nathan are like a flat boat, bumping up and down in the wind and rain, the beast opened its mouth and swallowed the boat and sea water into its stomach. , but did not calm down, instead it became more and more turbulent, and there was a danger of being overturned and engulfed at any time. The stench, hot heat, and suffocating dullness tightly wrapped every pore, making people almost explode. .

"Renly", "script", "Chris", "lie", "situation", "truth", "today", "reaction", "feeling", "situation", "roommate"... Fragmented words are scattered in every corner, giving people a sense of The illusion that countless gods are speaking fills the whole world, reverberating in 360 degrees.

Nathan stretched his arms as far as he could, protecting Renly behind him, blocking the outstretched arm, every single part of his cheek, chest, arms, calves, and even his crotch was hit. The indescribable pain is like a "flickering twinkling" star, with no regularity, no severity, no veins, and spreads all over the body.

He was even given two slaps in the face. Of course, the reporter didn't do it on purpose. In such a turbulent crowd, it is almost impossible to control the body.

But Nathan didn't have time to take care of himself. He kept looking back at Renly behind him, then rammed forward with his shoulders, using his body's strength to keep pressing, forcibly opening the airtight crowd curtain and tearing out a path. , moving little by little.

Renly only felt that there was a wall of flesh in front of him, blocking the oncoming attack as much as possible, and then there were still countless attacks on the left and right sides and behind him, but the overwhelming sense of stability made the scene chaotic and restless. become relaxed.

However, in the midst of such a turbulent crowd, one's strength is not enough, even a man's arm is not so tragic, so Renly also stepped forward, slightly staggered from Nathan, and made a concerted effort to break forward.

However, the strength of the two people is still weak.

The pace of pushing forward gradually began to slow down, and the front was still densely packed with no end in sight. From the entrance of the apartment to the parking space, it is actually only about ten meters away, but today they are struggling, and they are soaked with sweat, but they have only walked less than one-third. This looks exactly like the Long March.

I don't know how those top superstars maintain their daily lives? This is simply one enemy hundred! After that, Renly thought of the answer, "security". The security teams of the superstars are extremely strong, but Renly is a second-tier and third-tier actor, and he simply doesn't have enough funds to hire security guards. A smile appeared on Renly's mouth.

While busy, Renly still had time to desert. If the reporters found out, they would probably vomit blood en masse.

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

Nathan and Renly couldn't help but stop moving forward. There was still a dense crowd in front of them, and they couldn't see what was going on directly in front of them, but they could hear a shout, "Quiet, everyone quiet down. Even if Renly wants to be interviewed, the question has to be heard. Get out of the way, get out of the way, where's Renly?"

Following this sentence, the crowd in front gradually dispersed, giving way to a path leading to the front, and the one standing at the end was actually Roy Lockley.

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