The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1384 A Phantom

The night is deep, the world is silent, all the noise has settled down, only the rich night is surging outside the window, swallowing up the remaining light and shadow.

After a full day of filming, Anson was finally able to go to bed early and have a good sleep.

Because he was too tired, Anson yawned continuously during dinner and could hardly open his eyes. After dinner, Anson originally planned to take a rest to avoid esophageal reflux, but he fell asleep while sitting on the sofa.

It's not just the physical exhaustion, the mental exhaustion is even more serious.

With Noah's help, Lucas carried Anson into the bedroom and watched Anson fall asleep peacefully. Then he returned to his room and opened his laptop.

The surveillance video from Mount Sinai Hospital came through.

At that time, they were preparing to set a trap for the paparazzi and left behind surveillance video in the corridor. Later, they successfully turned the situation around and dealt a direct blow to the paparazzi and Sony Columbia. However, Lucas did not expect that the surveillance video could continue to be useful.

The difference is that this time, Lucas doesn't want anyone outside to know about it.

The memory was a little inaccurate. Lucas vaguely remembered that when he entered the ward, Anson had not had time to introduce Jack to him. Then the paparazzi Harry Pacey appeared on the scene. It was not until the farce was over that Anson finally remembered Jack hiding in the bathroom, but he could no longer find him.

Here, the chronological order may not be quite correct, and Lucas also needs to reorganize his thoughts.

However, one thing is 100% certain, Jack was already in the room before the whole incident happened, which means that the surveillance video should be able to capture the image of Jack sneaking into the ward before Lucas.

In the dark night, the world was quiet and silent. The faint blue light from the laptop screen was reflected on Lucas' face, which was still expressionless.

Calm, indifferent, and stern, revealing a chilling chill in the blue halo.

Carefully and patiently, Lucas watched the entire surveillance video carefully -

No fast forward.

For fear of missing important details, he needed to confirm the images frame by frame.

however……

No.

Nothing at all.

Lucas' heart sank slowly, falling into the biting cold in the endless blue.

From the nurse leaving the ward to Lucas entering the ward, then Harry entering the ward, then Harry and Lucas rushing out of the ward one after another, and finally Lucas returning to the ward.

I watched the entire video in detail, from beginning to end.

Then, again.

But... there was still nothing. It was completely empty, with no other figures.

It turns out that it was just an illusion, an illusion that had never existed.

Jack, does not exist.

Lucas sat there in a daze, opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it slowly, and put it to his lips. The smoke blurred his vision.

After thinking for a while, Lucas played the entire video again from beginning to end, and like a puppet, he sat quietly in the dark and watched the whole process.

Smoke was lingering around the fingertips, inadvertently seeming to be stained with a hint of blue, and the dark red firelight also turned gloomy and cold, almost freezing into ice.

Finally, the playback is over.

Lucas sat there quietly, thinking back to Anson's expression every time he mentioned Jack to him. That kind of purity, happiness, and innocence, as if he had never experienced any hurt.

He did not move until the computer screen automatically dimmed. The darkness swallowed him like a tide and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to disappear.

Finally, only a blue flame was left, flickering on and off, standing there blankly, and time stopped.

For a long time, I didn't notice the passage of time.

The dim light of the mobile phone screen lit up, weakly and tiny, supporting a tiny glimmer of light in the darkness, reflecting the determination in Lucas' eyes.

I called the phone, however, there was no answer.

Lucas didn't care and called again.

It wasn't until the fourth time that the call was finally connected, and Nora Wood's slightly tired but excited voice was heard.

"Oh, Lucas, what's the matter? Why are you calling at this hour?"

The words were already on the tip of his tongue, but Lucas didn't know how to start. "Are you drawing?"

Nora stretched his body and said, "Yes, I just got some inspiration. I am finishing a painting. I originally estimated that an hour would be enough, but what time is it now?"

"Oh, God..." Nora checked the time on her phone. "You didn't realize how much time has passed. I'm going to wake up your dad again."

Lucas said bitterly, "Dad is home too?"

Nora, "Well, I came back last week, but I need to go to Colorado the day after tomorrow. A Hollywood actor bought a piece of land in the Grand Canyon, and I need his advice."

"A piece of land?"

"Yes. Land. Planning to build a castle of my dreams from scratch, just like Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. But your dad doesn't know anything about these things, and he's not an architect. But you know these Hollywood laymen, they know nothing, except for the huge checks that fall from the sky. They think your dad is an expert and need your dad to come over and give them some advice."

After a lot of complaints, Nora was a little slow to realize the point.

"Oh, sorry, I'm changing the subject again. What's the matter with you calling at this hour?"

Lucas: ... "It's Anson."

Nora, "Anson? What happened to Anson?"

Lucas had never felt so simple before, and it seemed as if he had returned to that nightmare day all over again.

He looked at his father and mother in panic, fear and panic gripping his heart. He didn't know how to start or how to narrate the story. He lost Anson.

He kept reminding himself over and over that it was Anson who was in danger and had nothing to do with him, but the despair in his heart controlled his brain and he could not make a sound.

He thought he had grown up, and that he would be more mature when facing crises and difficulties again, and be able to calmly face any storm in life.

However, he was wrong.

He was still panic-stricken, like a coward. This was clearly Anson's business, but he sat in the dark trembling like a fool.

"Mom. Anson...something seems to have happened."

It was difficult, but I finally said it.

Lucas told him everything he knew, all the ins and outs, and they needed to work together to find a solution.

He was scared, he was really, really scared, scared of losing Anson again.

He didn't know if he could endure such pain again, and worse, he didn't know if Anson could endure such pain again.

He thought the memory was gone, Anson had no recollection of it at all, the nightmare was over.

But the reality is never so easy or simple. The nightmare is always there, lurking in the shadows, hideously and furtively looking for a chance to rise again.

Maybe Anson really didn't remember it, but that didn't mean the wound had completely disappeared. His pain, his struggle, and his nightmare were still existing in Jack's way.

In an instant, Lucas seemed to be fifteen years old again. He was young and ignorant, young and reckless. In the face of difficulties and crises, he rushed around like a headless fly. He used up all his strength but still couldn't find a way out. He was exhausted and unable to solve the problems, but was swallowed up by the problems.

How to do?
What should he do? Are they going to lose Anson again?
(End of this chapter)