The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1028 Bull Demon and Snake God
"Hey, Kevin."

This one sentence, like pulling a trigger, gently plucked the string in my mind, and a chill instantly jumped from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Awakening from the nightmare.

Subconsciously, Harry Pacey wanted to escape.

However, he was unable to move his feet. His remaining sanity grasped at the lifeline. Reflexively, Harry gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'm not Kevin, Harry Harry Harry, my name is Harry."

His knees were shaking, his stomach was churning, he was hot and cold, and the whole world was spinning. Harry felt like he was falling vertically from a height of 100,000 meters -

But suddenly I found that there was no parachute.

"Trap, it's a trap. Run, Harry, run!"

Harry kept issuing warnings, but his feet remained firmly fixed on the spot, motionless, his body as stiff as a mummy.

Snapped!
In the corner, a desk lamp lit up, and a face was hidden in the shadow. The desk lamp slowly outlined the figure in a black suit and black trousers, catching Harry's sight.

Just like Lucifer.

The figure greeted with a deep and attractive voice.

"Hey, nice to meet you at last. Harry Pacey."

This voice sounds familiar?

Harry couldn't help but shudder, and the memories deep in his mind instantly awakened.

"It's you!"

"You were the one who called me the day before yesterday, right? I told you I knew nothing! I didn't know who caused the accident!"

"Why are you still lingering here?"

Lucas raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an interested look. "I never told you that we suspected the paparazzi caused the accident. We just asked if anyone was selling photos of Spider-Man's uniform."

After talking to Anson, Lucas found the contact information of TMZ founder Harry Pesci.

After all, it doesn’t take much effort to just put it on the website.

After dialing the phone and asking questions, Lucas did not get any useful information; but after hanging up the phone, Lucas vaguely sensed something strange.

That Harry Pacey denied it so straightforwardly that there wasn't even a whisper of it. He also didn't take the opportunity to get back to find out information like a normal paparazzi would. It was as if he was doing his best to draw a line in the sand and didn't want to have anything to do with Anson's affairs at all.

This is not normal.

Although he couldn't be 100% sure, Lucas believed that Harry should have some reservations.

So, after discussing with Anson, Lucas prepared to launch a counterattack.

Use one move to lure the snake out of its hole and see what kind of monsters it can attract.

However, there are so many paparazzi, each with their own ulterior motives, that they cannot predict who will come first. They can only hope to follow the clues and find more clues.

I never expected to catch a big fish.

All eyes were focused on Harry, which was something Harry had never expected. He seemed to be standing under a spotlight, pushed to the center.

It shouldn't be like this.

Harry panicked—

Because of Lucas' words, but more importantly, because of Anson.

Harry firmly believes that "Anson PTSD" is a real symptom that doesn't even require words; just showing his face can scare people to death.

"Think." Harry tried to force a smile to hide his panic. "There is a thing called a brain. It is really useful. I hope you can have it. Please use your brain to think, okay?"

Lucas raised his chin slightly, "Thinking, can you share how you think? Also, if you have nothing to do with the whole thing and don't want to be involved in anything, what the hell are you thinking about, coming to the hospital in person, changing into a Halloween costume and appearing here?" "Why not, share your thoughts."

Harry: Shit.

Anson spoke up. "Luca, there's no need to be so aggressive. Your reputation is bad enough already. If you keep going on like this, the fertilizer for the rose garden in the back garden will run out. You don't want us to be dumping garbage at the dock."

Lucas, "I'm just trying to be nice, can't you see I'm trying to solve the problem through dialogue? I'm not the savage I once was."

Harry was dizzy from all the talking and couldn't keep up with the Wood brothers' thoughts at all.

Then, without warning, Anson threw the topic back to Harry, "So, today should be much better. At least it's not like last time when I was hiding in the boxes and sweating all over."

Harry's heart sank. "No, I'd rather hide in the box and suffer..."

The words came out of his mouth, but he suddenly stopped, exposing himself. Harry felt dizzy and could not believe himself. He was out of breath and stared at Anson in front of him.

But it was like seeing the god of death.

Snapped.

Suddenly, Lucas grabbed the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands and impulsively prepared to stand up. The uncontrollable murderous aura leaked out instantly, spreading throughout the ward and strangling Harry's throat.

"Do not……"

“No, no, no, I mean last time, the last time I ambushed him in the closet of the trailer.

Harry stuttered incoherently, realizing that he might have let something slip, and at that moment, he truly felt the danger to his life.

Anson raised his chin slightly. "The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. You should be much more proficient this time. No wonder we didn't notice it. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about the last time."

"That's right. I was completely unharmed last time, so naturally I have no memory of it. It just so happens that we can switch places. You remember last time, and I remember this time, right?"

Harry swallowed. He had to deny it now, and deny it all the way to the end. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Anyway, Anson has no evidence, right?

Anson had no evidence, no witnesses—

Sean Graham was no help.

Indeed, Sean's subconscious mind captured the image of a man in a camouflage T-shirt breaking through the fortress of piled cardboard boxes and turning away in the chaos.

Sean remembered the camera hanging around his neck and that he was wearing a black baseball cap, but he couldn't see his facial features clearly, let alone recognize him.

Sean's description reminded Anson of the food truck worker who cleaned up the dishes and food waste; but the point was, Anson himself didn't see clearly and couldn't remember what the man looked like, so he couldn't help.

Edgar is following the food truck clue, but there is little hope:

There is a high turnover of personnel in a work team like the dining car, so even if they recall that afternoon, it would probably be difficult to match the numbers.

In any case, Edgar will investigate first; and Anson has a guess:
The suspect is now right in front of us.

Anson showed a faint smile, "Oh, isn't it you? The paparazzi on the set that day, I was sighing, we are really destined to be together, it seems that we are both tied to Peter Parker."

Harry's face was filled with horror. "You mean, you suspect I was at the filming site that day?" This time, Harry was careful and did not reveal his true identity again.

Anson, "Yes. That's right. Not only were you there, but you forgot to turn off the flash when you took the photo, which led to a series of accidents."

Harry, "Ridiculous!" He took a deep breath, "Ridiculous! This is so funny!"

Anson, "I'm not laughing, Luca's not laughing, I don't understand what's so funny here, you're avoiding the question."

The air freezes into ice.

(End of this chapter)