The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 506 Disappeared

"……you sure?"

"Yes, 100%, the lights in the room were really on last night."

"But, he also has roommates, don't forget..."

"Harry, I'm serious. I saw Anson with my own eyes. Although I don't know where he came back from, he did enter the villa."

"No, no, no, no, your words are inconsistent. You said you saw the light in the room, and now you say you saw Anson with your own eyes. Hey, don't try to fool me. I'm not a stupid amateur."

"Well, I...well, I didn't see Anson's front with my own eyes, but I did see him come in and turn on the light in his own room."

"So, it could be Chris or James."

Harry Pesci showed his professionalism and firmly grasped the key in a fog, so that the other end of the phone was directly blocked and speechless.

Not just anyone can be a paparazzi.

Many people don't believe it. In fact, many paparazzi are private detectives or reporters. Everyone has two skills. As for why they chose this industry, there are countless possibilities.

The person on the other end of the phone was also a paparazzi.

This time, everyone is looking for Anson. After all, he is the hottest thing at the moment, but to be honest, the popularity is a little abnormal and crazy——

When chasing the scandal between Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, when stalking Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, it was not so lively. Everything seemed abnormal.

Anyway, Harry himself was on full alert.

Because Harry knew that Anson was an opponent who needed to be more cautious. No matter how cautious he was, he needed to devote 120% of his energy.

Just like now.

The colleague on the other end of the phone obviously didn't pay enough attention to it. With his own guesses and associations, a sentence may be half full of water, and if he takes it lightly, he may miss the details.

as a result of?

Harry didn't want to think too much about the consequences. Even just a thought made his scalp tingle.

Then, there was a scoff from the other end of the receiver.

"Harry, are you too serious? This Anson is not a devil. He will not swallow you up with just one mouthful. I can hear your knees shaking from the other end of the phone."

Harry was poked in a painful spot, but strangely, he wasn't angry at all——

There is no need to be angry. These guys have never really fought with Anson, so one or two people don't know the difference between the sky and the earth.

Harry didn't defend himself and just threw the complaint away.

"You have been waiting in front of Anson's house for three days and three nights without seeing a single person. Now half of Los Angeles' eyes are on the scene but no one has been able to find Anson. Could it be that you are hallucinating? "

The person on the other end of the phone immediately turned off the phone and muttered for a long time without saying a single reason.

Harry didn't say any more and hung up the phone with a snap.

Originally, paparazzi were all alone, and in order to dig out exclusivity, they had to endure loneliness. Everyone had their own informants and their own circle.

But this time, no one had a clue, and they began to exchange information one after another. Harry even mobilized a group of friends to dig out Anson.

Not only Los Angeles, but also New York, Chicago, Seattle, Atlanta and other large cities have mobilized resources, but still nothing has been achieved.

Anson just disappeared from under their noses.

Of course, there are many possibilities, and it is even possible that Anson has left the North American continent; but Harry secretly followed Anson's agent Edgar for a period of time, and even paid attention to Edgar's assistant——

He had a bold guess that Anson was still in Los Angeles. So, they returned to the most primitive and simple way:

Keep an eye on them.

Back and forth, five days passed in the blink of an eye, but there was still no sign. Although some figures were vaguely seen, they could not be identified.

The whole thing is getting weirder and weirder.

Perhaps other colleagues were not careful enough when stalking and missed the opportunity. After all, it is difficult to maintain concentration when stalking for a long time; perhaps Anson did not come back at all, their judgment was completely wrong, and the figures they saw were purely wishful thinking. imagination.

All in all, there were many possibilities, but Harry was unwilling and did not dare to think deeply.

Taking a deep breath, Harry regained his composure and looked back at the villa in front of him.

So, was the figure glimpsed in the villa last night the true form of Anson? Or Anson's roommate? Or maybe just a...Phantom of the Opera?
calm. He needs to calm down.

After all, this is a tough battle, and we don’t know when we will see the light of day, or even whether we will see the light of day.

etc--

There is movement.

Harry's pupils shrank and he immediately pressed against the back of the chair to hide his figure. He didn't want to be discovered by Anson.

Once his whereabouts were exposed, Harry didn't know what storm he would be involved in next.

Now Harry finally understood what it felt like for Tom Cruise to be so nervous that he was sweating profusely in "Mission: Impossible". Even though he was staying still, he was still sweating. He was really sweating like rain. Hot sweat slid down his temples.

But Harry was so focused on the villa that he didn't notice it at all.

Until...that's, Chris Evans?
Damn it!

Wearing a T-shirt, jeans and a baseball cap, although the outline of the face could not be seen clearly, there was no doubt that it was Chris. Under the early morning sun, a quick look could tell the difference between Chris and Anson, which made Harry think If you want to curse -

Sure enough, a bad premonition is never wrong.

Taking a long breath, Harry's tight shoulders relaxed and he lay in the backrest like a puddle of mud, staring at Chris blankly.

It seems that Anson was not there at all, and it was Chris who appeared last night; but if the light in Anson's room was indeed on last night, what was the reason? What was Chris doing in Anson's room?
Thoughts, paused in my mind.

From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Chris getting into the driver's seat and driving away. By some strange coincidence, Harry started the engine and followed Chris away.

reason?

There is no reason, it is purely an intuition, or an instinct. Anyway, there is nothing to gain in the villa, so why not give it a try.

There was nothing suspicious about Chris's vehicle. It did not enter a remote place. There were familiar streets and familiar scenery along the way. As time went by, Harry became more and more suspicious that he was running blindly.

Chris?
What on earth was he thinking? Why do you think following Chris will lead to clues?

Looking around for a moment, they were heading north of Los Angeles. They didn't reach Burbank, but the mountainous area near Universal Studios.

Harry immediately understood that Chris was probably going to audition. There were three audition companies nearby. Actors naturally hung out here, and there was nothing unusual about Chris' behavior.

call.

Taking a long breath, Harry calmed down and realized that this was a useless effort. He should turn around and return to the villa and continue to stay there; but at this moment, Harry noticed a figure coming out of the corner of his sight.

That is--

Wait, is that... Connor?
(End of this chapter)