The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1045
Explode, explode in a mighty, vigorous and comprehensive manner.

It was even more fierce and crazy than the explosion, because it was not just entertainment, but also different fields and professions such as society, politics, and communication all made their own voices——

Entertainment to death is a social problem. Over the past half century, it has gradually become incurable and has become more and more serious, continuously breaking the bottom line and morality, deviating from the ranks of ethics, violating laws, and truly threatening life safety. The matter is no longer just entertainment news.

Without a doubt, this was another hot topic discussed by the whole society in 2003.

Things are completely out of control, which is a situation that no one expected.

In fact, the truth is still not completely clear:
What's going on between Jason Owen and Sony Columbia? Why did Jason impersonate Harry Pesci when the mastermind was clearly Harry Pesci? Was there some secret deal between Sony Columbia and Harry Pesci? Did Harry get into the set because of a backdoor at Sony Columbia?
What a mess.

There are countless possibilities, but it is precisely because of this that the general public's reaction is more intense. They yearn for the truth, they yearn to punish the murderer, they yearn for justice, and finally they converge into a huge wave, smashing down on them and surging towards Sony Columbia and Harry Pesci.

The momentum is huge!

As one of the top production companies in Hollywood, Sony Columbia is a huge target, with countless voices demanding an explanation and a response from them; but on the other hand, it is definitely not that easy for the general public to shake a behemoth of Sony Columbia's level.

However, Harry Pesci is different.

Although the target is small, just a paparazzi, in such a conspiracy and chaos, he is inconspicuous and may be completely swallowed up if you don’t pay attention; but because the target is small, it means that people can "hurt" him——

It's not a literal harm. Demanding an apology from Harry, demanding severe punishment from the authorities, etc. These actions are achievable and much simpler.

So, just as "US Weekly" and "Entertainment Weekly" split into two groups, ordinary people all gathered towards the obvious target of Sony Columbia; reporters and paparazzi all gathered towards the vulnerable target of Harry, hoping to conquer Harry and further dig out the truth.

What's more, they haven't forgotten that the $100,000 reward for Lucas Wood is still valid.

The hyenas gathered quietly.

……

Harry Pacey thought that the past few days had been hell and a life worse than death; but now, he was willing to exchange all his property for the opportunity to turn back time and go back to twenty-four or forty-eight hours ago, because compared to now, that time was simply heaven.

These past few days, Harry had no idea what he was struggling with or tormented about. He was simply being hard on himself.

But now, he has to fight against the whole world——

He wasn't lying, he truly felt like he was one man against the world.

What on earth was he thinking, thinking that he could get away with using a fake name? Thinking back, the name Marvin Daniel came from the name of another stupid thief in "Home Alone". If someone could associate it like Anson did, it shouldn't be difficult to find him.

What's more, there are hackers.

He actually let the other party find out his home address by following the clues, and he couldn't deny it. How stupid he was, he didn't even think about going to a coffee shop or Internet cafe to upload it, and he foolishly exposed himself, and he was still struggling over it.

Haha, it’s so funny.

Look at now?
There was not a single ray of light in the entire apartment, which was completely blocked out. The blackout curtains and blinds were all closed, completely isolating it from the outside world.

I didn't even dare to turn on a desk lamp.

Because Harry knew that there were dozens of paparazzi lurking around the apartment, monitoring him in every aspect and corner.

He had always been the one monitoring and spying on others, but he never thought that one day he would be monitored and spied on. That feeling... was like being thrown into a frying pan, every inch of skin on his body was sizzling, from the surface to the inside, penetrating and cooking bit by bit.

The locusts would swarm over any slight disturbance. Harry was in a state of panic all day long. He dared not sleep and could not fall asleep. He could not rest and could not relax. The torment made Harry feel like he was going to have a nervous breakdown.

What's more terrifying is that Harry knows what the paparazzi outside are doing -

They were going through his trash, they were going through his resume, they were looking around his apartment to see if they could get inside and get a close-up photo of him without being charged with trespassing.

He was like a wounded and dying animal in the wilderness. Vultures slowly began to gather around him, circling in the sky and perching on the treetops not far away, waiting for the moment when he would die. Then they would swarm over him and share his body.

Harry didn't think he could hold out much longer.

Snapped.

He opened the refrigerator, and the dim blue light poured down, tearing through the darkness. Harry's eyes were almost unable to adapt, and he looked inside with a grim look.

A tomato, half a slice of toast, three eggs, and a bottle of mineral water.

That's all.

He was almost out of ammunition and food, and if he stayed any longer, he might not be able to hold on.

Of course there is a way, just go out shopping. He is not in prison now; but he knows that this is the opportunity the paparazzi are waiting for. Once he goes out, it will be like sharks swarming around him. They will not let him go easily unless they bite off an arm or half of his calf.

It was precisely because Harry understood what he might be facing that he felt even more terrified at this moment.

Just thinking about it made Harry shudder.

Snapped.

He quickly closed the refrigerator, leaned his back against the door, his knees went weak, and he slowly slid down.

Harry fell into despair little by little. He didn't know what to do. If he admitted his mistake to Anson and begged for forgiveness, would Anson be able to help solve the problem? Is it too late to apologize to Anson now?
He knew that Anson was a devil, but he still provoked him; and not just once, and later he even went to the hospital to provoke him and fell into his own trap.

Stupid, really stupid.

Harry slowly lay on the ground. He wanted to cry but found that his eyes were so dry that there was not a single tear. He could not help but curl up and hug his knees, shivering.

He never expected that he would fall to such a state, so what should he do next? When will this craze end?

Rustling.

There was a trivial commotion outside the door, and Harry's nerves suddenly tensed up, as if his hair was standing on end. He suddenly raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Any slight movement could make him collapse on the spot.

Who? Or...what?
The next second, knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, like a thunderclap. Harry couldn't help but cover his ears, curled up into a ball, and trembled violently uncontrollably.

"Harry..."

The devil's call came from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)