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Evan Bell just felt that his head was about to explode. It seemed like a military band was beating a drum inside. The background music was also the special sound of the landslides when the landslides in 2012 made Evan Bell feel that his eardrums had been under unprecedented tests. As soon as his eyes opened a slit, he felt that the sunlight outside was too dazzling, making him think that he seemed to be blind at any time. This made Evan Bell involuntarily close his eyes tightly. This was probably the same when vampires saw the sun.

Her brows were frowning tightly, and Evan Bell felt every muscle and bone wailing. The sun was sunny on her body. Even if she closed her eyes, she could feel the warm temperature, as if blue smoke was rising, which reminded people of the steak that had just started to grill. She sat up suddenly, and the skeleton began to creak, causing Evan Bell to involuntarily moans from the corner of her mouth.

After stretching his big laziness, he felt that the pain in his body slowly dissipated in the sunshine. He opened his eyes again. This time, because he was facing the sunshine, his vision felt much better. Evan Bell rubbed his eyes and looked left and right. The scene was a little familiar. The desk had a clear memory in his mind. "Oh!" Evan Bell let out a low voice. He realized that he was on the third floor of No. 12 Prince Street, which was his room. He lay directly on the balcony of his room, half of his body was in the room, and the other half was outside the balcony. He slept like this for a night. And it was New York at the end of January, so he was really glad that he didn't catch a cold.

After realizing the surrounding environment, Evan Bell shivered. He hugged his arms tightly and returned to the room, wrapped a blanket, then walked over again.

On the balcony, Ryan Gosling was like a beggar in a subway station, curled up in a ball and lay in the corner of the balcony. His body was covered with a cardboard box that he picked up from somewhere, and his body was trembling under the cardboard box; Joseph Gordon Levitt placed his feet on the backrest chair, lying on the floor. He was holding a big pillow in his arms, which looked like a half-person high pillow on the sofa in the first floor of the house.

Evan Bell felt soreness in his feet, and he felt tired even when he stood there. He sat down at the balcony door, trying to recall what happened last night. He only remembered that he and Joseph Gordon Levitt drank with Ryan Gosling, and it seemed that he was completely drunk. Then there was three people in his mind singing on the rooftop with whiskey bottles in their arms. But how did it get up and how it got down later, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Oh, God." Evan Bell just recalled what happened last night, and felt a split headache, and the point was that he didn't know what happened. But thankfully, they were back at least, otherwise if they were sleeping on the streets, I won't talk about other things for now. There were not enough insulation measures in the cold winter of January, so the three of them were probably going to wake up.

Evan Bell closed his eyes again. The veins in his temple were beating violently, making him feel as if someone was cutting his head with a scalpel. It was not just a neat way to chop with an axe, but rubbing the small but sharp blade of the scalpel one after another. This made Evan Bell feel like his head was about to be split, but the pain was so clear. Damn hangover!

Closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him spread wirelessly, but in this pure darkness, it seemed that there was a ray of light that was changing constantly, attracting the eyes to explore the darkness. The vibration on the eardrum had turned into a tingling pain, just like someone was holding an embroidery needle next to him to test the thickness of the eardrums, and then combined with the sound of the head falling apart, "Great!" Evan Bell bit his teeth fiercely.

"Wake up in the ashes and dust, wipe away the sweat and rust from the eyebrows, and breathe in the air filled with chemical gas..." The endless dark ocean in Evan Bell's mind vaguely led him toward the blurred light. He felt his breathing burning, giving him the absurd illusion that he seemed to be a fossil of dinosaur skeleton crawling out of the dust and was resurrected. "I woke up, and this feeling penetrated my bone marrow, enough to defeat my spiritual pillar!"

These are two intermittent lyrics, without any sense of connection. The magical feeling with heavy drums has an undestroying strange and exciting feeling, just like countless illusory lights traveling through the darkness in colorful colors, woven into musical notes. The tragic and fear that was like the dancing of demons in the end of the world was overwhelming, making people stand foolishly and look at the ever-changing light in the darkness. But when you look closely, you find that all the light has disappeared.

Evan Bell opened her eyes, and the messy notes in her mind disappeared in an instant. Because the sunlight in front of her was too bright, it has been a long time since New York had not seen such a bright sunshine, which is completely inconsistent with the atmosphere of the music. Evan Bell exclaimed in annoyance, "It's so great!" When he went to Dubai in September last year, the song "remaining the mess" he created has not been completed yet, and now there is another song.

The musical notation that was messy in my mind just now was full of hangover, with a strong electronic musical texture, but it also has the toughness and strength of hard-core rock. It is conceivable that if it can be completed, it would be an excellent track. Unfortunately, Evan Bell's brain, which is almost about to be split, has only weaved the main song of the first part.

Evan Bell temporarily named it "chemical substances" at will, just because the melody of this song has a sense of chemical erosion, as if it was the end of the world. After being ravaged by zombies, the continent without any signs of life is slowly eroding by zombies, and perhaps the final outcome is to disappear.

First, it was "remedy" and now it was "chemicals". Evan Bell couldn't help but rub the temples that were being pulled. This was really great. Two super difficult songs have unprecedented challenges. Isn't this Evan Bell's favorite situation? But not now, because Evan Bell has no way to calm down and think. All this is awful! It's awful!

Evan Bell took a deep breath, and the hot breath mixed with the bitter smell of the air swept over, causing Evan Bell to shivere several times in succession. He stood up, walked to the balcony, woke Joseph Gordon Levitt and Ryan Gosling. Although his mind was a little confused just now, it was actually less than two minutes before Evan Bell woke up. The two men who were also in a confused and hangover were also confused.

Standing on the balcony, Evan Bell finally understood why the sun is so dazzling today: because New York is now a white world, he vaguely recalled that New York seemed to be snowing all the time last night. So, did they run to the rooftop in the top floor to sing? God, they were really out of control last night.

Joseph Gordon Levitt woke up first, and then he sat up, and then lay down again, because his pistol was on the sofa chair, and the center of gravity was too high, so he couldn't do it at all. But he still lay on the ground blankly, and after a while he realized the reason why he couldn't sit up, he put his feet down and sat there and kept coming back to his senses. Unfortunately, his empty eyes did not have any sense.

Looking at Ryan Gosling, who was curled up in the corner of the wall, Evan Bell kicked him in the back twice with his right foot. If he hadn't squirmed for a while, Evan Bell would have thought he was frozen. Evan Bell stepped on Ryan Gosling again, but unfortunately he couldn't stand steadily now and had no strength to step on it. He could only speak, "You have to sleep in and sleep." That voice like a broken gong was so terrible.

Ryan Gosling finally seemed to have become aware, like a snail, climbed all the way into the room, and then continued to lie at the entrance of the balcony. Evan Bell walked over, kicking Ryan Gosling twice, and then he was idle. Joseph Gordon Levitt also sat and "climbed" into the room with the power of his buttocks. Only then did Evan Bell pull up the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. The warmth in the room immediately made the glass fog.

Evan Bell threw the blanket on Ryan Gosling, then climbed onto the bed, wrapped in the quilt, dazed. Joseph Gordon Levitt held the pillow and seemed to feel that the temperature was not enough, so he climbed onto the bed and got into Evan Bell's quilt.

The three people in the room were still speechless and were all in a daze. The thoughts were intermittent last night, and Evan Bell could only vaguely remember some scattered fragments. Perhaps they drank high with Ryan Gosling, and after leaving the Dutch bar, they came back and continued to drink. Fortunately, they were on Prince Street and did not run further, otherwise it would be even worse if they woke up in a garbage dump or subway station today. Being watched by the crowd was a small matter, and being frozen off the nose was a big matter.

"Absolutely, absolutely, you can't hangover any more." Joseph Gordon Levitt finally spoke, and the first sentence was this. His hoarse voice was very empty and there was not much emotion. I guess my brain hadn't come back to his senses yet.

Ryan Gosling, who was lying on the ground, also began to moan, "God, damn it, I hate hangover." He wrapped the blanket that Evan Bell had just thrown to him, and then wriggled on the ground like a cicada pupa.

Evan Bell took the pillow in Joseph Gordon Levitt's hand and smashed it directly at Ryan Gosling, "Leave the breakfast to you," but after saying that, he was stunned and looked back at Joseph Gordon Levitt, "Or lunch?" He didn't know what time it was now.
Chapter completed!