My alternative life

That's right. This is the appearance ceremony that Xiaoxiao and I discussed - directly simulate a scene of emotional drama!

At that time, I told Xiaoxiao that she didn't need to do anything, just stand quietly and watch me. Everything was performed and controlled by Jiang Feng

However, the moment I opened my mouth, the beautiful image of Lan Lan appeared in my mind, and the name I blurted out was "Lan".

My emotion is completely released, excited and indignant. I think of how she stopped me outside Lanlan's room of Hilton Hotel to prevent my fist from falling on Han Yang's face.

At this moment, I entered the play, and I entered it thoroughly!

The audience, exactly speaking, should be the drinkers in the Nightwalker nightclub, who are in the performance hall, are boiling and noisy. Have they ever seen the scene of a live film?

Not to mention the appearance of the so-called "jianghaichao" male No.2, it is such a way that no one can imagine?

It is because few people have watched the shooting scenes up close, so even if the fake film crew in the nightclub is full of loopholes, there is no audience to coax and question. Why are you here? It's not about working to earn money to fight a lawsuit. Who's better at accounting? Do you have a relationship with yourself?

So, what we all want is to have fun.

As a result, my true confession and exaggerated way of appearing on the stage immediately brought me a powerful appeal that can be called decaying. Almost all the drinkers were attracted by me, and their eyes were fixed on me.

Of course, there are also some people except Lin DUI and more than 20 armed police soldiers who have changed into civilian clothes are quietly shuttling through the performance hall, their eyes wandering through every table of guests.

This is my first account to team Lin.

I told him that I would try my best to draw the attention of the audience to me.

At that time, when most of the guests are focused on me, there are only two kinds of people who can be indifferent or even turn a blind eye to my appearance.

One is the guy who talks about some shady business or dark business in a place like a nightclub. The other is the guy who is escaping from prison!

From the perspective of human psychology, more than 90% of people will unconsciously have curiosity when anything new and infectious happens. Although the sensitivity, stimulation and performance of this psychology are not the same, basically everyone will have it.

In places like nightclubs, most of the drinkers come to play and relax with a mind of entertainment and excitement. Therefore, they will definitely pay attention to any abnormal situation around them, not to mention making movies which are rarely seen on weekdays.

In fact, my judgment is correct - under visual inspection, more than 70% of the guests have begun to gather around the performance venue, and almost all of those who have not moved their nests are looking at us in Batou!

Therefore, in such a highly contagious situation, the only person who can remain unmoved and indulge in his own affairs is the escaped prisoner, except for his special important purpose.

I'm sure that even if he was attracted by me for a moment, he would pay more attention to the drinkers who were close to him and passed by him, because he was worried and terrified, like a lost dog.

How much energy does a person have to pay attention to the entertainment industry when his life is always in danger? Hey, go with those crazy people?

If so, I can only say that the inner world of this product is too strong, or it is completely brainless.

Lights, suddenly lit up again, not only before the kind of weak, can create an ambiguous atmosphere of blue-green light, but the performance hall almost all kinds of lights open!

As a result, nearly a thousand square meters of spacious space, immediately as bright as in the daytime.

The drinkers are even more crazy because they see me clearly, the film and television crew members pretending to be shooting with long guns and short cannons, and the woman who plays opposite me, Xiaoxiao.

After a short period of makeup, Xiaoxiao changed her clothes and painted herself in a different style.

With dark purple eyes, curled up hair, wild red lips and long canthus, I could hardly recognize her.

I think the reason why Xiaoxiao painted like this is that she didn't want to be recognized by the familiar customers of those night walkers, which made the shooting earlier.

However, I have to admit that no matter how she makes up, no matter what she paints, the sensual stimulation and amazing image that she brings to men has no effect at all.

Even at this moment, I can't help thinking, Xiaoxiao, can she be more beautiful? What kind of perfection can her beauty reach?

There are women. Although no one knows which "big star" Xiaoxiao is, the drinkers are still crazy. If they were not stopped by the "crew members", I'm afraid at least dozens of guys would rush into the set and kidnap Xiaoxiao directly.

Although my mood is still surging when I think of LAN LAN, I will start to force myself to devote more energy to the audience outside the performance.Lin team, they are still pretending to wander around the hall carelessly. There are fewer and fewer guests in the card seats and scattered seats, and there are more and more people flowing into the crowd watching the film

However, there was no abnormality.

I didn't see even one guy that aroused my suspicion, and the occasional gesture from team Lin also showed that they had nothing.

I can't help feeling a little depressed. Just now, this is the best opportunity I can think of to investigate the escaped prisoners. If it succeeds, it can be regarded as Jiang Feng's peak work, even enough to be written into the textbook of criminal investigation and arrest.

But It seems that the effect is not so good!

I continue to perform, looking at Xiaoxiao, deep affection, it seems that this moment she is my LAN.

"LAN, I don't want to blame you. I know you have your own views on love. But, why don't you think about it from my point of view? Why? Once in Mordor, in front of dozens of relatives and friends of your family, I was severely fanned by you. Am I wronged? Do I feel cold? But I admit it. In the end, I also choose to forgive you. Because I want to be clear, you just do that for your favorite father But when I was at Hilton, you were protecting that son of a bitch, the man who almost killed me - how could you have the heart when I came back to explain in the pouring rain for you? What color is your heart? Is it made of stone? "

I cried like rain.

At this moment, I don't know who can understand the feeling in my heart.

"Er RI, he's numb!"

As I was about to finish, one of the onlookers, a burly bald man in a black T-shirt and a thick gold necklace, suddenly burst into a rage, "who is that man? I'm going to kill him!"