"Ranley?"

"Lanley!"

The paparazzi were a little stunned. A brief silence appeared on the scene, which seemed strange and wonderful, but it was just a fleeting blink. A panic called out from behind, breaking the deadlock and blew up like thunder on the ground. All the paparazzi turned their heads in unison.

Then I saw Nathan in a hurry, and Roy Lockley, Paul Walker, Ryan Gosling, Rooney Mara, Damien Chazerre, Melissa Bainoist, JK Simmons and others, following a large group of people in a bustling manner, appearing in front of me like a big furry tail.

Paul and Nathan rushed to the front, aggressive and unstoppable, and immediately collided with the paparazzi head-on.

The situation at the scene was a bit complicated and chaotic. The paparazzi had not been able to fully recover from the surging emotions just now, nor could they understand the situation. They could only react in a conditioned reflex: some people stepped back and made way for the passage; some people took the initiative to stand up and formed a head-on confrontation with Paul, Nathan and others.

The scene suddenly became even more chaotic, and Paul couldn't believe his eyes, "Are you crazy? Get out of the way, get out of the way!" He even clenched his fists, and burst out with a powerful impact force like a bull, rushing around in the crowd, and the dense crowd was immediately knocked apart.

The others who followed closely followed also stepped forward one after another, moving forward continuously among the surging crowd, quickly broke through the encirclement, entered the center of the crowd, and found Lan Li, who was sweating profusely and had a face as golden as paper.

"God, Lanli, Lanli, what's wrong with you? Jesus Christ, what did you do? Lanli, wake up, Lanli!"

"What's wrong with you? Retreat, hurry up and back. Lanli needs some fresh air! You bastards!"

"Get out! You guys! Hell! Get out all!"

"Nathan, call 911, hurry up, call 911, we need an ambulance, we need an ambulance here."

"Lanli, Lanli? Are you okay? Lanli!"

There was a panic cry, and the scene immediately fell into another kind of panic.

Most paparazzi began to be scared, and only realized what consequences their behavior had just caused. Not to mention how many aftermaths this incident would cause, just talking about the potential revenge from Lan Li in the future would be enough to make people frightened. They looked down at their hands and began to wipe their palms for no reason, as if their hands were covered in blood.

It turns out that "killing" is such a feeling.

A small number of paparazzi became more and more excited in a mad manner. This was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether it was the confrontation between Lan Li and the paparazzi at a disadvantage or the siege and intercepted Lan Li was in trouble, this was definitely an absolute explosive point worth a thousand gold. How could they miss it easily? So the flash began to light up.

They even deliberately aimed the flash lights at the eyes of Paul, Ryan and others, sting their pupils with flash lights. In such a chaotic situation, they tried to anger Lanley's friends and let them fight. If Paul really waved his fists, it would be the big event of the year.

Entertainment to death.

At this moment, the mystery of entertainment to death in the 21st century Internet era is fully demonstrated. Life is not important. What is important is the news hype behind the disappearance of life or injury, and the interests represented by these gimmicks. What's more, is just a mere Lanli Hall?

"You group of executioners! What did you do? Are you crazy? Haven't you seen Lan Li's bad condition? In addition to the explosive points, are you planning to drive Lan Li crazy and send him into the magpies' nest so that you will be willing to do it? Look, look, this is what you do, God, do you still have a conscience? Are you still real journalists? You are all a group of madmen!"

Paul's emotions had lost control. He waved his fists and smashed it towards a reporter, but Ryan hugged Paul in time at a critical moment and kept shouting in Paul's ear, "Calm down, Paul, calm down."

"Let me go!" Paul was struggling hard, his mouth was roaring, "They were just a group of madmen! What did they force Lanli? They were just going to kill Lanli! They were just a group of executioners! executioners!"

Paul has never seen such a person before.

Paul in his impression is always with a bright smile, low-key and humble, refuses to hype, has no ambition, and is satisfied. He is a person who knows satisfaction and happiness. Maybe he is not perfect, but in the midst of the troubles of the Vanity Fair, he is always as fresh and pleasant as a whim of March.

Paul in front of him lost his mind and couldn't believe the group of people in front of him. Even though Renli had fallen apart and the scene was in chaos, they were still looking for an opportunity to find news gimmicks. Since they wanted a burst point, Paul would let them get what they wanted and teach them a lesson!

"Paul! Lanli, Lanli needs us! Lanli!" Ryan was doing his best to prevent the situation on the scene from worsening. He didn't know if his approach was correct, but he only knew that Lanli needed them now, "Paul, Lanli doesn't look good, he really doesn't look good."

As he spoke, Ryan himself didn't notice it. His voice trembled slightly, and then he began to be afraid of uncontrollable fear. He didn't even know what he was afraid of, but he was irresistible.

Paul finally calmed down a little, did not continue to wave his fists, nor did he continue to struggle hard, but just roared at the paparazzi in front of him, "Get out! Get out of here! You lunatics!"

The flash was still flashing brightly, truly recording Paul's madness, Ryan's excitement and the chaos at the scene.

How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how ironic it is.

Even so, the paparazzi still did not give up. Someone even broke through further, pointed the camera at Lan Li, who was curled up in the corner of the wall without a face, quickly pressed the shutter, and couldn't wait to record the rare grand occasion in front of him. Just now, everyone concentrated on attacking with questions, but they actually forgot to take the photo record.

Now is a good opportunity.

One started first, and then the other started. Even the small number of paparazzi who couldn't bear it realized: You must not miss this scene, otherwise they would regret it. Driven by interests and under the guidance of their professional instincts, they flocked to each other and pressed the shutter one after another.

The flash lights shone one after another again.

Paul, whose emotions had just been buffered, clenched his fists again, but this time Ryan took the lead, took a step away from Paul, and walked forward, "He/mom/get out of everything! Get out of here!"

Without any restraint, Ryan and Paul both raised their fists and rushed towards the paparazzi. The powerful momentum of the tiger going down the mountain was not hesitant at all. It can be seen that they were not joking, which immediately scared the paparazzi and began to retreat like birds and beasts scattered.

At the same time, their cameras aimed at Ryan and Paul, as if they were the victims, recording the evil deeds of the "perpetrator".

The whole scene was extremely chaotic, but in the chaos, the flashes were still rising and falling, and they kept flashing around them; although Ryan and Paul were trying their best to expel the reporters, Nathan, Simmons and others were also helping, but in the end, they were still unable to beat four hands with two fists, and the pervasive paparazzi still took the initiative at the scene.

But what is even more ridiculous and helpless is that the bystanders across the street also took out their cell phones, took photos or recorded the scene with their cameras, and couldn't wait to upload it to the social network platform, sharing the excitement of this moment with their "fans".

No one called the police, no one stopped him.

This is the essence of fast food culture in the 21st century:

Even if it is a fire, even if it is a disaster, even if it is a death, the first reaction is always to record it with your mobile phone, and the second reaction is always to share it. Any emergency time can be waited for. The "I am on the scene" type of sub-item is the most important sadness, sadness, pain, joy, happiness, emotion, hardship, etc., all of which can be shared.

This is the real entertainment to death.

...

The entire scene is turning into a complete disaster. The chaos that has been rushing forward and behind has shown no sign of quelling. Not only has it not been calmed down, but it is also becoming more and more intense. More and more people are coming to watch one after another. Through word of mouth, the truth of the matter has gradually become blurred.

Some people say that Lanli was injured; some people say that Lanli beat people; some people say that Lanli was beaten. Some people say that the crew and the reporter had a conflict.

The various rumors did not affect interest at all, but instead mobilized all the gossip of passers-by, and the scene began to become more and more chaotic.

The quiet Fifty-Seventh Street is one of the most artistic neighborhoods on Manhattan Island. The existence of galleries, theaters, coffee houses, bars, dance classrooms, art galleries, concert halls and other buildings makes it one of the favorite places for middle-class and literary youths; but today, this street has become abominable, and the surging onlookers are approaching quickly.

Just the name "Lanli-Hall" is needed, which is attractive enough; and when the two keywords "Lanli" and "Conflict" collide, the situation begins to become obsessed with it, and it only spreads in nearby blocks at the beginning. However, as someone marked the scene on Twitter and the photo wall, the number of people became more and more.

Gradually, things began to lose control, and vehicles on the street were forced to slow down, and traffic jams were unknowingly formed, which made the scene even more chaotic.
Chapter completed!