Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesha actually didn't want to ask so many questions. Who knew that this woman seemed to have found someone to talk to without worrying about the consequences? Besides, the car was filled with low-level actors from the crew and there were no cameras.

So she complained: "I'm still okay. Did you see the man in the blue suit in front of me, yes, on the left?"

"He has to go around Truman's company seven or eight times every day."

Acting.

"What else?" Tang Lisi stood up and sat in the same row with Mori Yuesha. Like a familiar older sister, she hugged the girl into her arms and whispered, "Don't make trouble later, girl. This happened a few years ago, and Director Topher was furious. If you make trouble, I will have to leave."

"Just consider it a favor, okay?" Ever since Stark Industries acquired a stake in The Truman Show, all the actors' salaries and benefits have increased significantly, and the woman doesn't want to lose this job that far exceeds her peers in the industry.

Mori Yuesha nodded obediently.

"I'm curious, what's the big mess?"

Tang Lisi's voice became more cautious and softer.

"Lauren, a woman named Lauren - that silly girl seems to be in love with Truman. She is also a guest audience like you - she is in love with Truman."

"and then?"

Tang Lisi ruffled Mori Yuesha's hair in frustration.

"Of course Truman fell in love with her - unfortunately, no. The crew had already arranged Mr. Burbank's first partner: Mary, oh, just for a while, my 'close friend', your aunt."

"What about Miss Lauren?"

"She was torn apart and kicked out - they had the actor who played her father take the police to arrest her for 'mental illness'. I heard that the girl's family later sued the crew, saying they had hurt their daughter."

Mori Yuesha nodded: "Forced marriage?"

Tang Lisi shrugged: "Of course, Meili is a professional. When she was on Porn, no one could resist the charm of this woman - but she is old now." At this point, Tang Lisi's words were more or less gloating: "She is old now, and can only be an actor in a reality show."

"She must be all wrinkled."

Oh.

I feel so sorry for Mr. Truman.

"I heard that she was going to give Truman a baby and then die 'accidentally', leaving the baby behind. The crew is already preparing for his second wife - this is the gossip I heard. To be honest, he's doing well."

"Food and drink, a peaceful world."

Mori Yuesha smiled: "There is no freedom."

“You can’t have everything.”

"Well... why not?"

The bus drove smoothly into the city. As it got closer to the destination, Mori Yuesha gradually saw hidden cameras. The actors began to fix their makeup and costumes, preparing for the performance. The artificial sun rose higher and higher, which meant that time had passed the hottest time of the day, and it would fall from then on.

"We can just get off here." Tang Lisi stood up with her bag in hand: "You come with me, remember."

The woman bent down and looked at Mori Yuesha, somewhat seriously.

"Don't get in trouble, girl. Just be yourself, okay? I've seen too many kids who have seizures when facing the camera, and I hope you're not one of them."

Mori Yuesha is certainly not.

"I understand." She grinned, "I will definitely be my own person."

…………

……

Truman Burbank will leave work early today. Before leaving, Mary specifically reminds herself that her "important close friend" will be visiting her home today.

Let yourself go back earlier.

The man sat at his desk irritably and pulled out a magazine from a pile of documents. It looked like a fashion magazine for women.

He spread the magazine across his lap and looked around—

Then he lowered his head furtively and turned the pages one by one.

'no…'

'Very similar... but too upturned.'

Turning the pages carefully, Truman only paid attention to the faces of the models, not what they were wearing or how much they were wearing. The purpose of buying these magazines was different from that of the men in the past.

After he stopped at a certain page, he buried his head in the table, leaned close to the magazine and read it carefully for a while again.

Then he carefully tore off the page: the part with the woman's head.

The only thing left in the middle of the magazine was a headless photo of a woman in a swimsuit.

"Another one." He was a little happy, and his irritable mood was extinguished like water pouring on fire. He knocked on the table, put the pen into the drawer, stood up and greeted his colleagues.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," the colleague said without looking up. "Have a good party."

"What do I have for a gathering of women and women—"

Suddenly, Truman got stuck. He widened his eyes and stared at his male colleague who was separated by a glass.

The other party seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing. After a flash of annoyance, he frowned comically and spread out his hands.

"I guessed. You rarely take leave, Truman, so something good must have happened." He tried to make his words as round as possible: "I guess it's probably a party, right? Your friends, your wife, or your mother whom you don't see often? I don't know. I said that because you are very happy today."

"I just guessed there might be a party or something like that."

Truman Burbank smiled knowingly.

"Yes, my wife, she has a close friend who she hasn't seen for a long time visiting her home."

"Have a nice evening."

"You too."

"Me too?" The colleague curled his lips and looked at the desk full of contracts with a pitiful look: "I also have a pleasant night? And contracts?"

Truman walked out of the company with his briefcase, smiling.

then…

Poker face.

You lied well, guess you're having a party? Are you happy today?

But...how did he know that he didn't see his mother often.

Truman took a deep breath and got off the elevator.

He discovered it very early.

this world…

Something must be wrong.

Chapter 32 Splice Girl and Fiji

The guests had been sitting there for a while when Mr. Truman arrived home.

There were some snacks, a few cups of tea, milk cartons, and a tray of chocolate candies with few fillings left on the table. He found the key and opened the door, and his wife Mary hugged him warmly.

"Give your husband a hug when he comes home, and serve him some tea—"

"Manles No. 7 black tea——"

Mary rested her chin on Truman's shoulder, her face beaming.

Truman was used to it. His wife always did this. She would either hold the milk or the lipstick and talk to the air. It was like...

like...

"Who are you talking to?"

"——It has a mellow taste. It is your best choice."

Truman pushed his wife away and she looked at him innocently.

"what?"

"I say, who are you talking to?"

"Guests are here, why are you still standing at the door?" Mary, with her long blond hair tied up behind her head, did not answer, but pulled Truman into the house. The living room was carpeted, with a glass coffee table in the middle.

Two ladies were sitting on the brown patent leather sofa.

One big and one small.

"This is Tang Lisi. Tang Lisi, this is Truman, my husband."

The adult woman looked no different from the popular "sweet girl" except that she was a little older and had more wrinkles around her eyes when she smiled. The girl sitting cross-legged next to her was different: she had long black hair, black eyes, and was stuffing her mouth with candies and cookies like a hamster.

The cheeks are bulging.

So does the figure.

Meili introduced: "This is Linda, Tang Lisi's daughter." She was afraid that Truman would ask her questions that she couldn't explain, so she quickly added: "Her father is an Oriental, you know... black eyes, very beautiful, right?"

Truman said nothing, just stood there in a daze.

What did he see…?

God!

What's that purple mist behind that girl?!

Mori Yuesha wiped the corner of her mouth: "Can you see it?"

“…Is that fog?”

Meili and Tang Lisi were a little confused.

Inexplicably...

What are these two talking about?

Mori Yuesha brushed her hands and sat up straight with interest: "Let's chat later."

After the girl finished speaking, Truman just blinked, and the purple mist and light bands suddenly disappeared into the air, as if they had never appeared. His wife looked somewhere and pushed him helplessly.

"Truman? That's not very polite of you."

The man grinned dryly, gave Tang Lisi a fake smile, and then hurried into the house.

"You guys chat first, I... have some work that hasn't been completed yet."

The 360-degree camera recorded his expression and movements faithfully and broadcast them to viewers all over the world. The man lifted the floor and walked down the stairs into the cellar - his only refuge.

Truman had covered this place with wallpaper, some star posters, childhood drawing paper, pendants left by his parents, and his own childhood toys. He opened the box and pulled out a tattered patchwork picture from a pile of envelopes and newspapers.

It contains a portrait of a woman made from images of countless magazine models.

Pick out one from countless noses; pick out one from countless jaws; pick out one from countless ears - this man used such a clumsy method to keep the woman in his memory.

"Lauren..." Truman touched the uneven spliced ​​picture, placed the 'woman's head' torn from the magazine today, and carefully tore the model's eyes horizontally into vertical strips: and pieced them together on the paper.

'The eyes...are wrong.'

"No, it should be bigger..."

'nose…'

He spent many years looking through every magazine he could find.

Lauren, or... Sylvia.

Her real name.

At this moment, audiences all over the world are staring at their mobile phone screens or TVs with tears in their eyes: watching this man crying silently, quietly pinching the curled edge of the spliced ​​paper, recalling the woman in his memory.

Then the signal was suddenly cut off.

The screen went dark.

Nagini slowly covered her face in the hall...

I knew it.