874 bereaved dog
“So, what is the difference between these print media and supermarket tabloids?？”
“"New York Times" is a question that is sharp and sharp, simple and direct, and it stings the weakness of every journalist. For every reporter, they pride themselves on being different from the paparazzi, and they are even more disdainful. Side by side with the likes of supermarket tabloids, the title of "The Uncrowned King" has lost its glory, but reporters are still not third-rate gossip writers..
But now, Bradley Adams' questioning is like the punishment of a whip, severely and profoundly questioning the news status of 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 concentrated firepower, truly explaining the meaning of "verbal and written attacks." In comparison, in the past week, Renly The crisis we faced was only a gentle drizzle, but now it is a torrential downpour and strong winds.！
All over the sky, everywhere, nowhere to escape.
Cornell McGregor truly tasted the feeling of being a bereaved dog. The transition between peaks and troughs, the exchange of scenery and embarrassment, only took one night. He was terrified but furious, frightened but furious, but to no avail..
Slowly parking the car on the side of the road, Cornell looked down at the shirt stained with egg yolk liquid and the protein liquid falling on his head..
Just now in the supermarket, two young people unexpectedly recognized him. They called him "liar" and smashed the eggs over him, forcing him to run away with his head in his arms. They looked on and looked at him with ridicule and contempt everywhere. , he could only leave the supermarket in an embarrassed manner; but they still did not give up, and smashed several eggs on the rear window and sides of the car, forcing him to drive away quickly..
Such an encounter was something that even a real criminal would not encounter. This made Cornell feel like a street rat. What is it like to be infamous? Now Cornell can speak out..
Looking at the flowing viscous liquid, his anger was boiling and raging, but he was ultimately helpless. Cornell shook his head, opened the car door, and prepared to go home and change clothes. However, when he walked out of the parking lot, the next moment he saw a sea of people at the entrance of the apartment. , bustling with at least two hundred people, and a raging heat wave hit our faces..
Such a scene is all too familiar to Cornell: When reporters launch a containment, it is always like this. It is vast and impenetrable, and they will never give up easily without getting first-hand information..
Standing on the spot, Cornell was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react at the first moment; then, he realized that today, he was not a bystander, but the bystander - or in other words, the one who was besieged. These Reporters sharpening their knives are waiting, waiting to use their pens to push Cornell to the beheading stage..
Connell was stunned for a moment and noticed the movements of the two reporters. They caught Cornell's figure and cast curious glances. Connell's body immediately became cold. He turned around in a panic and urgently and left the sight. , hiding behind the wall, his heart beating rapidly and violently against his chest, sweat dripping from his body, his whole body trembling because of fear and nervousness, unable to restrain himself.
His mind was completely blank and he couldn't think at all. Driven by his survival instinct, Cornell turned around and ran back to the parking lot. He returned to his car in one go, then closed the door firmly and got out of the car. Safety lock, flatten the back of the chair, hold your breath, lie down, silently praying that your whereabouts will not be discovered.
Rapid breathing and violent heartbeat, so embarrassed and aggrieved, anger and shame surged up, even though he clenched his fists, he couldn't help but burst out with curse words, "Damn! Damn! Damn it!"！”
Damn Renly Hall！
It was all because that damn hypocrite set up a trap to lure him into jumping. Just when he was feeling proud, the dragnet he had prepared long ago was quickly closed, without giving him a chance to react or resist. Catch them all! Everything is a conspiracy！
If not, how could he have fallen to this level?？
Scandal and gossip have always been based on three-quarter facts and seven-cent interpretation. No one will take it seriously. This is true for the entire entertainment news industry. This is almost a well-known unspoken rule of the industry. All reporters operate in this way, but other Everyone was in peace, but he was reduced to a lost dog, with everyone shouting and beating him. It was so embarrassing..
All because of Renly！
His anger reached its peak, and Cornell slammed the car door. But in the next second, his peripheral vision caught the crowd of people rushing into the parking lot, and the words that came to his mouth suddenly turned into a simple and rude sentence. The "grass"”.
Cornell put his hands together, held his breath, and lay down on the flat seat, hoping to avoid the search; he could already see a reporter coming to the car window, climbing on the window, eyes wide open, and looking around. Looking at the situation inside, he immediately realized that he had been exposed.
Without thinking about it, Cornell immediately sat up, started the car, and tried to leave quickly. But, it was too late. The crowds of people swarmed in like a flood, surrounding the entire car; and it continued to increase. , three floors inside and three floors outside, layer upon layer, with no end in sight..
Journalists all know that the best way to intercept a car is to build a human wall and tightly surround the car, leaving no room for movement and no room for acceleration. Utilize the principle that there is strength in numbers. , firmly holding the car in place, and then forcing the driver and passengers to get out of the car and accept an interview..
Cornell is no stranger to this.
The only difference is that before, he was the one surrounded on the outside; today, he is the one trapped on the inside. Now Cornell finally understands what it feels like..
“Bang bang bang”, this is the sound of knocking on the window, and the whole carriage begins to shake, as if it may be broken into countless pieces by the reporters at any time; “click, click, click”, this is the sound of flashing lights, without any breathing The silver waterfall of space came out, filling the whole world, and the eyes had to close because of the sting; "Boom, boom, boom", this is the sound of the reporter asking questions, one wave higher than the other, and each wave fiercer. After a wave, there is no hope of a breakthrough at all..
The noise is endless, penetrating the eardrums, stinging every cell in the body sharply and heavily. Even the soul begins to tear. The raging pain instantly floods the top of the head, suffocates instantly, and even the sound cannot be made. Even if you resist, you can't escape. Despair binds your ankles and slowly slides down..
Cornell struggled hard. He refused to accept, he refused to admit, he was unwilling to accept！
But no matter how hard he struggled, the roar like a wave still lingered. He could even hear the car window glass moaning in pain, and he was about to lose his support at any time. The questions one after another were like wild beasts. Generally, biting his muscles one after another, the exposed wounds and fresh blood not only did not stop the beasts, but made them more excited..
With trembling muscles, sweating profusely, a pale face, and dull eyes, Cornell looked like he had just been fished out of the water. The confusion and fear after escaping from death were tearing at his soul, and he was helpless. He shivered uncontrollably, and his fearful eyes seemed to be on the verge of collapse..
Patience, patience, finally couldn't bear it anymore, Cornell gritted his teeth, pushed open the car door, and tried to escape. If he continued to stay in the car, he would be completely suffocated. He needed to breathe, he needed to escape, he Need to stay far away from here.
However, before he could take a step forward, the surging crowd was like a giant beast, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing him in one gulp..
Connell hugged his head in panic, imitating the posture of a bird, hiding his head firmly in his arms, and avoiding attacks coming from all directions. This was not an easy task..
“Cornell, why are you fabricating news?？”
“Did you know that slander and slander are against the law?？”
“Apart from this news, have you fabricated other news?？”
“Did you choose to slander Renly because of a personal grudge?？”
“You have deceived all the masses. What do you want to say?？”
……
Questions, one after another, were overwhelming. In the ears, mind, and chest, the call of "Cornell" kept roaring and agitating, leaving no room for thinking or breathing. Attacks were everywhere. , defeating all of Cornell's defenses bit by bit.
The strength in the eyes began to collapse, the consciousness in the mind began to collapse, and even the instinct deep in the soul began to collapse. It collapsed thousands of miles and was defeated..
Cornell held his head tightly and began to scream, "Ah! Ah!" His reason had begun to collapse. Like a madman, he kept screaming, trying to ask for help, and trying to resist. He was extremely nervous, and there was a tremor in his crotch. There was a burst of warmth, and the liquid began to flow down, forming a pool at the feet..
However, no one discovered it; to be more precise, even if they discovered it, they would not have any mercy. It was to entertain themselves to death, to benefit themselves first, and to get rid of their own troubles. Therefore, no one would Let go, no one will be soft. Not only does the voice of questions not weaken, but it becomes more and more violent..
“Did you deliberately shut up and refuse to respond because you felt guilty?？”
“If Renly sues, will you go to court?？”
“Why don't you respond? Is there some inside story?？”
……
The questions seemed to be out of control, and the cameras and recorders around him began to rush in recklessly, hitting different parts of Cornell's body hard; some even started to pull on Cornell's clothes, and there were holes all over his body. Unprepared. Apart from holding his head tightly, Cornell could do nothing. The whole world began to fall apart..
The encounters and disasters that Renly endured back then were now experienced by Cornell personally, exponentially and brutally..
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