The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1014: Evil Pleasure
The air was heavy and anxious, filled with a tension that was difficult to express in words.

Kristen, James, Alfred and others, including stuntmen and professional stand-ins, sat in the hospital corridor one by one. No one spoke, and they gradually suffocated in silence and depression.

There was a noise at the door of the ward, and James was the first to stand up quickly.

"Anson..." The question was stuck in his throat, but he didn't know how to express it. All the words were swallowed silently. James looked at Lucas blankly, asking questions with his eyes.

It's not just James.

Lucas glanced around and said, "Anson is awake. He is in better condition than expected and is fine for now."

puff.

Alfred's knees weakened and he fell to the ground. He covered his cheeks with his hands and rubbed them vigorously. Only then was he able to breathe again.

Kristen turned to face the wall to hide her turbulent emotions, but her slightly heaving shoulders still revealed her vulnerability at the moment.

James stepped forward, "When can we visit him?"

"Not now." Lucas rejected James like a cold-faced devil.

Ignoring James who was full of annoyance and irritability, Lucas walked straight to Sam who was sitting next to him. Sam didn't show any emotion on the surface, but the anxiety and worry between his eyebrows were gradually eroding his sanity, making him a little dazed. Lucas had to pull Sam's wandering thoughts back.

"Sam, Anson wishes to speak to you."

Sam looked up, slightly confused.

"But the doctor said that Anson still needs to rest and give his body time to repair itself, so the time cannot be too long, at most five minutes."

Finally, Sam came to his senses and nodded slightly to show that he understood.

James couldn't believe it. "Hey, Anson's brother, I am Anson's best friend. Why can the director visit the patient but I can't? What is your standard?"

"Brother Anson's standards." Lucas spat out ice cubes word by word.

James choked and was unable to refute.

Lucas ignored James and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, Lucas paused slightly, and he noticed——

Sean Graham, the wirework master.

At this time, his hands were wrapped in bandages, but even so, one could still see that his palms were a little swollen, and the size of his entire palms did not match his forearms. His injuries were not serious, and he would probably not be able to work for some time.

Lucas paused only slightly, but did not stop and continued to move forward.

Sean lowered his head, sinking into deep self-blame and guilt. No matter what happened in other things, he was the one who really let go of his hands, and he needed to be responsible for the current situation.

But the question is, how should he be responsible? How can he be responsible?

The pain churns in my stomach.

He wanted to vomit, but couldn't.

Sean noticed Lucas's footsteps in front of him, but he didn't dare to look up. He watched as his footsteps paused slightly and then continued to move forward.

Sean slowly closed his eyes and suffered in hell.

……

"In the end what happened?"

This is the question that is most discussed among the crowd.

However, there is no answer.

After receiving the news, all the reporters who rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital were blocked from entering. The only thing they could be sure of was that something had happened. Anson was carried into the ambulance, and his current condition was unknown.

That's all.

The information was incomplete and the situation was unclear. The crew blocked all news, leaving only countless speculations. All kinds of terrible ideas emerged one after another, and all kinds of speculations were flying around, but no one could confirm it.

There was a sense of restlessness in the air.

Harry Pacey was also in the crowd, hiding himself quietly.

Nervous. Anxious. Excited. Excited. Panic.

It's hard to imagine that so many different emotions are intertwined at the same time, and the adrenaline gushing out is like a party.

After the accident, Harry's first reaction was to escape.

This is the only reaction.

He couldn't believe that things happened like this, in such a ridiculous way. A mess of fear and worry exploded in his mind. Those terrible and extreme thoughts filled his head and couldn't stop.

He kept convincing himself that Anson was fine, Anson was fine, Anson was fine.

However, the bad news still came—
The ambulance was dispatched.

News came flooding in, dragging Harry into the darkness.

Then, Harry kept convincing himself:
This was an accident that no one wanted to happen, including himself; and all kinds of accidents would happen on a movie set.

In fact, let alone filming movies, there are countless accidents in real life. Life is made up of accidents, good accidents, bad accidents, expected accidents, unwelcome accidents, and so on.

Then, Harry suddenly realized:
Perhaps this was the first and perhaps only time in his confrontation with Anson that he had the upper hand.

All along, standing in front of Anson was like a mouse seeing a cat. He tried to escape and resist, but was always played around by Anson. He was so embarrassed every time that he developed a psychological trauma.

but now?
Anson might be lying motionless on his hospital bed, unable to launch a counterattack.

Harry knew that this idea was evil, but the devil still pulled him into the darkness. The idea began to ferment in his mind and could no longer be stopped.

Perhaps, Anson was indeed injured, but it was not as serious as imagined. The current blockade of the news was just a show, a hype show, the purpose of which was to make full use of such an injury to attract attention.

This is ridiculous, but also realistic—

In Hollywood, everything is possible. Birth, aging, sickness and death can all become a stage for performance, and the spirit of entertaining oneself to death has long been ingrained in people's bones.

If it was Anson, Harry thought the chances would continue to rise.

After all, this young man planned the "surprise flash mob event" and also planned the image transformation of the Cannes Film Festival. What is impossible?
Thinking of this, Harry could no longer control his excitement.

He needed to go to the hospital, just like a serial killer returning to his crime scene, fear and excitement intertwined, mixed with the vigilance of being discovered and exposed, and the joy of appreciating the chaos in front of him, like God, looking down at the results of his own creation from above.

Everything, just like TMZ——

They uncover other people's scars, they reveal other people's secrets, they consume other people's pain, they use camera lenses as weapons to blow the horn of entertainment to death, and finally become an indispensable part of the dark corners of Vanity Fair.

Perhaps, some would say, it is twisted, evil, hideous and disgusting.

But Harry knew that even if he said that, people still couldn't control their desires, were still attracted by gossip, were still excited by the revelations, and still looked forward to the drama and tension. Don't forget that it is precisely because of the demand and the market that endless darkness and evil are bred.

Harry believed that when all the news came out, people would go crazy, cursing and paying attention at the same time, attacking and discussing at the same time.

No one is excepted.

(End of this chapter)