874 The Lost Dog
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"So, what's the difference between these print media and supermarket tabloids?"
A question from The New York Times, sharp and pointed, simple and direct, stings the soft underbelly of every journalist. For every reporter, they claim to be different from the paparazzi, and they even disdain to stand side by side with the supermarket tabloids.
But now, Bradley-Adams' questioning is like a flogging, severely and deeply questioning the current state of news in contemporary society; at the same time, this sentence also threw "Entertainment Weekly" into the mud, and " World News Weekly", "National Enquirer" and the like.
This is the real shame.
After the truth was revealed, "Entertainment Weekly" and Cornell instantly stood in the spotlight and became the focus of the concentrated firepower attack, which truly interprets the profound meaning of "spoofing and writing". In comparison, the crisis that Renly faced in the past week was nothing but a drizzle, but now it is pouring rain and strong winds!
All over the place, everywhere, nowhere to run.
Cornell-McGregor really tasted the taste of a bereaved dog, the transition between peaks and troughs, the exchange of scenery and embarrassment, it only took one night, panic and anger, frightened but angry, but to no avail.
Slowly parked the car on the side of the road, Cornell looked down at the shirt stained with egg yolk, and the protein liquid falling down on his head.
Just now in the supermarket, two young people accidentally recognized him, scolding "liar" and smashing eggs over, forcing him to hold his head and run away, watching the taunting and contempt, which are everywhere. , he could only leave the supermarket in a state of embarrassment; but they still did not give up, smashing several eggs on the rear window and side of the car, forcing him to drive quickly and flee.
In such an encounter, not even a real criminal will encounter it. This made Cornell feel like a rat crossing the street. Now Cornell can speak out about the experience of notoriety.
Looking at the viscous liquid flowing, his anger was surging, but he was helpless. Cornell shook his head, opened the car door, and was about to go home to change his clothes, but he just walked out of the parking lot, and the next moment he saw a huge crowd at the gate of the apartment. , there were at least two hundred people in the bustling crowd, and a raging heat wave was blowing.
Such a scene was all too familiar to Cornell: it was always the case when reporters were under containment. The mighty, the water is blocked, and without first-hand information, it will never give up easily.
Standing in place, Cornell was stunned for a while, but he didn't react immediately; then, he realized that today, he was not a bystander, but a bystander—or, in other words, a besieged and suppressed one. These sharp-edged reporters are waiting, waiting to push Cornell to the beheading stage with the pen in their hands.
Suddenly, Cornell noticed the movements of the two reporters. They captured Cornell's figure and cast a curious gaze, which immediately made Cornell's body cold, turned around in a panic and urgent, left his sight, and hid behind the wall, his heart pounding fast and violently His chest was dripping with sweat, and because of fear and tension, his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't restrain it.
A blank brain couldn't think at all, just driven by his survival instinct/ability, Cornell turned around, ran back to the parking lot, and returned to his car in a hurry, then firmly closed the door and dropped it. Safety lock, flattened the back of the chair, held his breath, lay down, prayed silently, and his whereabouts were not found.
Rapid breathing and violent heartbeat, so embarrassed and so suffocated, anger and shame surged up, even with clenched fists, the foul language couldn't help bursting, "Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Damn Renly-Hall!
Everything was because of that damn hypocrite who set up a trap and lured him into jumping down. Just as he was complacent, the net that he had prepared earlier was quickly closed, without giving him a chance to react or resist. All at once! It's all a conspiracy!
If not, how could he have been reduced to such a degree?
Gossip and gossip have always been three-point facts and seven-point interpretation, and no one will take it seriously. This is the case in the entire entertainment news industry. This is almost an unspoken rule of the industry. That's how all journalists work, but everyone else is fine, and he's a bereaved dog and everyone yells at him. So embarrassed.
All because of Renly!
The anger reached its peak, and Cornell slammed the car door fiercely, but the next second, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the crowd rapidly pouring in in the parking lot, and the words that poured into his mouth suddenly became a simple and rude one. "Grass".
Cornell put his hands together, held his breath, and lay on the flat seat, expecting to avoid the search; in the line of sight, a reporter could already be seen coming to the window, crawling on the window, wide-eyed, looking at it. the situation inside. He immediately realized that he was exposed.
Without thinking about it, Cornell immediately sat up, started the car, and tried to leave quickly. But, it's too late. The crowd of people swarmed like a flood, surrounding the entire car; and it was still increasing, with three layers inside and three layers outside, layer upon layer, with no end in sight.
The reporters all know that the best way to block cars is to build a human wall to strictly surround the cars without leaving any room for movement.
At the same time, it does not leave any room for acceleration. Using the principle of more people and greater strength, the car is firmly fixed in place, and then the driver and passengers are forced to get out of the car for an interview.
Cornell is no stranger to this.
The only difference is that, before, he was the one surrounded by the outside; today, he is the one surrounded by the inside. The turtle in the urn, now Cornell finally understands what it feels like.
"Bang bang bang", it was the sound of knocking on the window, the whole car began to shake, and it seemed that it might be broken into countless pieces by the besieging reporters at any time; The silver waterfall of the breathing space vented and filled the whole world. The eyes had to be closed because of the stinging pain; After a wave, there is no hope of a breakthrough at all.
The noise is incessant in the ear, penetrates the eardrum, and pierces every cell of the body sharply and heavily, and even the soul begins to tear. Resisting, unable to escape, despair bound his ankles and slowly slipped.
Cornell struggled. He doesn't accept it, he doesn't recognize it, he's unwilling!
But no matter how he struggled, the wave-like roar still lingered, and he could even hear the sound of the car window glass moaning/groaning in pain. Generally, bite after bite of his muscles, the exposed wounds and fresh blood, not only did not stop the beasts, but made them even more excited.
Muscles trembling, sweating profusely, his face pale and his eyes dull, Cornell looks like he has just been fished out of the water. The daze and fear after escaping from death are tearing his soul apart. He shivered in control, and his terrified eyes seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Patience, patience, and finally unable to bear it any longer, Cornell gritted his teeth, pushed open the car door, and tried to escape. If he continued to stay in the carriage, he would suffocate completely, he needed to breathe, he needed to escape, he needed to get far away from here.
However, before the footsteps could move forward, the surging crowd was like a giant beast. After opening his big mouth, he swallowed him in one bite.
Connell hugged his head in a panic, imitating the bird's posture, firmly hiding his head in his arms, avoiding attacks coming from all directions, but this was not an easy task.
"Cornell, why are you making up the news?"
"Did you know that slander and slander break the law?"
"Apart from the news this time, have you fabricated any other news?"
"Did you choose to slander Renly because of personal grudges?"
"Having deceived all the masses, what do you want to say?"
...
The questions, one after the other, are overwhelming. In the ears, in the mind, and in the chest, the call of "Connell" kept roaring and stirring, leaving no room to think, and no room to breathe. All of Nair's defenses.
The strength in the eyes began to collapse, the consciousness in the mind began to collapse, and even the instinct/energy deep in the soul began to collapse. A thousand miles away, the army collapsed.
Cornell held his head tightly, and started screaming, "Ah! Ahh!" His reason has begun to collapse, like a madman, screaming constantly, trying to ask for help, and trying to resist. Tension to the extreme, a burst of warmth came from the crotch, and the liquid began to gurgle down, forming a pond beside his feet.
However, no one found out; more precisely, even if they did, they would not have any sympathy. It is for entertainment to the death, for profit first, and for getting rid of one's own troubles. Therefore, no one will let go, and no one will be relentless. The voice of questions not only did not weaken, but became more and more turbulent.
"You deliberately shut up and refused to respond, is it because of a guilty conscience?"
"Would you be in court if Renly sued?"
"Why didn't you respond? Could there be an inside story?"
...
The questioning seemed to be out of control, and the cameras and voice recorders all around began to rush over recklessly, hitting different parts of Cornell's body savagely; some people even started to pull on Cornell's clothes, all covered with loopholes, Hard to guard against. Connell couldn't do anything but hold his head tightly, and the world began to fall apart.
The suffering and disaster that Renly endured, Cornell is now experiencing, exponentially, ferociously.
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