Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 312 310.The final ending

On the roaring plane, Chen Li'an wore noise-canceling headphones and looked at the Tokyo Tower getting closer and closer. He couldn't help but touch the explosive device with his palms.

It would be great if this was a real bomb, but it's a pity.

Jiang Wen seemed to understand Chen Li'an's thoughts and couldn't help but said loudly: "You are anti-war, why do you really want to become a war madman!"

"This is the blood of the Chinese people, and it is beyond my control!" After Chen Li'an replied loudly, he looked at Jiang Wen and said, "Just tell me whether you want to explode or not!"

"Think!" Jiang Wen couldn't help shouting, then looked at Chen Li'an and said, "You can let me explode later! I feel itchy just looking at it!"

"Then you're itching!" Chen Li'an won't give Jiang Wen this chance, just go ahead and have fun!

At this time, under the Tokyo Tower, many people who came to play suddenly found that many people suddenly appeared, and they were all looking up at the sky.

Tourists who didn't know what was happening also looked up at Tokyo Tower to see what they were looking at.

A tourist squinted and saw a black spot in the sky getting closer and closer. After getting a little closer, he saw that it was a helicopter.

But why are there two bomb-like things hanging underneath the helicopter?

At this time, many people saw the helicopter, and everyone was talking about it. Why would a helicopter come over? Is it the American ice show?

But how to go straight to Tokyo Tower?

The helicopter roared and swooped towards Tokyo Tower. Everyone looked up at the helicopter, wondering what the sudden appearance of the helicopter was going to do.

But when the helicopter got closer and closer, everyone saw the bomb hanging under the helicopter, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in their hearts.

Why is it flying lower and lower towards us?

It can't be an air raid, right? Doesn’t the American ice protect us? This shouldn't happen, right?

While everyone was still wondering, the helicopter also flew around Tokyo Tower. Chen Li'an looked at the Tokyo Tower below and the dense crowd on the ground, and suddenly pressed the controller in his hand.

The bombs loaded under the helicopter fell instantly.

"bomb!!!!"

The sighted tourists suddenly shouted in horror, and the scene that happened in Ginza was repeated below Tokyo Tower.

Most of the tourists were running for their lives. Only those who followed Chen Li'an stood there without moving. They all knew this was fake, so why were they running?

You can see it most clearly from here. Could it be possible that you really blew yourself up?

The two bombs roared and fell freely, getting closer and closer to the ground. Chen Li'an sat on the helicopter and looked at the position of the bombs. When the bombs were about to fall one-third of the way to the Tokyo Tower, the two bombs exploded with a bang. It exploded.

A huge roar suddenly resounded around Tokyo Tower, and the tourists below subconsciously covered their heads to avoid it. Even those who knew that this was Chen Li'an's art couldn't help but hide.

This is human nature, it’s not something you won’t be afraid of if you know what it is.

Two bombs exploded in mid-air. The smoke from the explosion suddenly spread out under the kinetic energy of the flames' instantaneous expansion, forming a pink cloud that surrounded the upper half of Tokyo Tower.

At this time, Tokyo Tower seemed to have broken through a layer of pink clouds. People at the bottom of Tokyo Tower could not see the upper part of the tower when they raised their heads.

Chen Li'an on the helicopter sighed with satisfaction and some dissatisfaction. He sat on the plane and gradually moved away, leaving only a gradually blurred shadow for the pedestrians below.

Five of them have been completed, and the last one is still unfinished. Chen Li'an looked at the time and saw that there was still more than an hour before the agreed time.

Chen Li'an turned to look at Jiang Wen and said, "Would you like to try the last one later?"

"Aren't there only five devices? Aren't you ready to get on?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "If I don't go up, I'll just be a passerby."

Jiang Wen didn't care what Chen Li'an was thinking and said excitedly: "Okay, this is what you said! I can't bear it anymore!"

Seeing Jiang Wen's excitement, Chen Li'an smiled and said nothing. After the helicopter landed, he got in the car and drove towards Shinjuku.

Norika Fujiwara in the car handed over a bottle of water. Looking at Chen Li'an's tired expression, she couldn't help but said: "Come on, it's over with the last one."

Chen Li'an looked at Norika Fujiwara and said, "I want to take a nap. Call me when I get there."

"Okay." Fujiwara Norika looked at Chen Li'an who was lying on her lap and gently rubbed his temples.

More than half an hour later, the car arrived in Shinjuku. Before Norika Fujiwara woke Chen Li'an, the car door was opened by Jiang Wen from the outside.

Jiang Wen carried a camera and filmed the scene of Chen Li'an sleeping on Fujiwara Norika's lap, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Jiang Wen's eyes were a little envious. This guy Chen Li'an was sleeping with Japanese girls and bombing Tokyo. He's really counterattacked, isn't he?

Come to take revenge or to occupy!

Fujiwara Norika glanced at the camera in Jiang Wen's hand without paying attention, gently shook Chen Li'an awake, and said softly: "Li'an-kun, wake up, we are here."

Chen Li'an opened his eyes in confusion, sat up and rubbed his temples. He saw Jiang Wen filming outside the car. He reached out to cover the lens and closed the door again.

Pat, pat, pat! You can take pictures of everything! You are waiting for me to return home! You have to go to China National Theater to talk to Zhou Yun about art!

After Chen Li'an closed the car door, he took a look at the time and saw that there was still nearly an hour left, so he was not in a hurry to go out.

He turned to look at Fujiwara Norika and said, "I'll sleep for a while and call me in half an hour."

"Okay." Fujiwara Norika quickly stretched her legs forward.

Chen Li'an lay on his side, feeling Fujiwara Norika's elastic thighs and the smoothness of the black stockings, and moved his head comfortably and fell asleep.

Jiang Wen couldn't help but cursed outside the car. When he saw Bai Qing and Cai Guoqiang coming, he ran over and told them excitedly that he would replace Chen Li'an later.

Bo Qing and Cai Guoqiang didn't have any objections. It was the same for everyone. They were just tool players anyway.

Time continued to pass, and night slowly fell. Everyone was waiting for Chen Li'an to appear. Even if they were anxious, no one opened the car door to urge Chen Li'an.

They all waited quietly, watching the streets of Shinjuku light up with brilliant neon lights, and countless boys and girls began to appear on the streets.

Tokyo’s famous red light district, full of entertainment and entertainment

But now this group of people are not interested in any of this. They can have fun at any time, but Chen Li'an's art is only available once. It would be a pity to miss it.

However, Jiang Wen was very interested. He took a camera to film the human brain on the streets, thinking of putting it in the documentary for comparison later.

When there were fifteen minutes left on the clock, Norika Fujiwara woke up Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an opened his eyes, sat up and yawned comfortably, looked at Fujiwara Norika and asked, "Is it time?"

"Well, they're all waiting for you."

Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced outside the car. Ido Muranji and Bai Qing were all waiting quietly.

Norika Fujiwara helped Chen Li'an tidy up his clothes and watched him open the car door and get out of the car, her eyes filled with admiration.

Chen Li'an got out of the car and looked at them silently, then closed the car door and walked towards the busiest street in Shinjuku.

In the middle of the street, a huge device had been set up. Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing and the others and asked, "Are you all ready?"

"Ready, I've checked it several times." Cai Guoqiang said proactively.

Chen Li'an nodded, turned to look at the excited Jiang Wen and said, "Give me the camera, and you can join them."

"Okay, I can't bear it anymore!" Jiang Wen immediately handed the camera to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an took over the camera, and this time he changed from a performer to a recorder. When this grand art performance finally came to an end, he came off the stage.

Chen Li'an, who was carrying the camera, became very calm at this time. He also wanted to see from the perspective of a bystander what kind of feeling his art would bring to people.

Although there is a lot of selfishness in it this time, it is not a casual joke. It is time to take a closer look at this work.

Chen Li'an stood by the street with a camera and watched through the lens as Jiang Wen and the others lifted the curtain, exposing the Gatling machine guns in a circle to everyone's sight.

Although it is pink, the ferocious shape is still full of oppression.

Pedestrians on this street were notified when they came in that there would be an art performance here. They were quite excited at first, but seeing so many Gatlings, they couldn't help but shudder.

Jiang Wen didn't have any fear. Instead, he ran behind a machine gun excitedly, waiting for it to start.

Several other people also stood behind the machine gun, looked at each other and pressed the trigger at the same time.

The cold metal barrel spun instantly. Before the pedestrians around him could react, they saw the machine gun barrel spinning rapidly.

Special paintballs were shot out one after another, shooting at the surrounding pedestrians.

They had already been informed that there would be an art performance tonight, and Tokyo was a busy day, so the pedestrians were not too panicked.

Just looking at the rotating barrel, they still couldn't help but feel scared, especially when the easter egg hit their red paint and exploded instantly, their brain's instinctive reaction still made them confused for a while.

Some of the more nervous pedestrians couldn't help but scream out of fear.

Bullets were fired continuously, some hitting pedestrians and some hitting buildings, leaving red marks on the wall.

Chen Li'an looked at this scene with a pity. If Jiang Wen were allowed to put on a sailor suit and grow a big beard, it would definitely become a classic!

Chen Li'an turned the camera to the pedestrians around him. Some seemed to be still in a daze, some couldn't help but be afraid, and some shouted excitedly at Jiang Wen and the others, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being hit.

Chen Li'an looked at the passers-by with different expressions, without any surprise in his heart. After a day of spreading the news, the end of the night would no longer be as scary as the morning.

It is estimated that many people regarded the final performance as a carnival.

Chen Li'an looked at them and felt that this work was really complete at this moment. Some people, what an ironic scene.

If what was shot were not special paintballs but real bullets, would anyone still be standing on this street now?

But at this time, the red paint has dyed the surrounding pedestrians and streets red, and it really feels like flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

Some people watching this scene unconsciously thought that if this was real, it would definitely be a tragedy in hell on earth.

There are also many young people who feel nothing and enjoy the joy with numb hearts, shouting and dancing in the hail of bullets.

Fear, excitement and numbness are very strong contrasts.

Many of the artists who followed originally thought that Chen Li'an's last performance was dull and not as exciting as the ones during the day. But after seeing this scene, they realized that the last performance was the most critical.

Everything during the day is superimposed here in the end, resulting in a qualitative change.

Chen Li'an's art not only allows people to see the fear of war, but also the numbness of human beings.

"How wonderful, how ironic. I hope the bullets fired today will hit their numb hearts and wake up their numb hearts someday in the future."

Ido Muruji couldn't help but sigh, and turned to look at Chen Li'an, who was filming on the side of the street.

Chen Li'an silently recorded these scenes until the barrel of the machine gun slowly stopped, then he put down the camera in his hand and turned around to leave.

Let Ido Muruji and the others do the finishing work. He has already completed his own work.

It's time to go get some rest.

Fujiwara Norika, who had been paying attention to Chen Li'an, saw Chen Li'an walking out of the crowd and immediately came over. She looked at him and said, "Do you want to go back and rest now?"

Chen Li'an nodded and said, "I'm a little tired, let's go home."

Fujiwara Norika accompanied Chen Li'an in the car and left. The excitement and carnival in Shinjuku had nothing to do with them.

More than half an hour later, in the hot spring in the courtyard, Chen Li'an soaked in the hot spring tiredly, looking at the night sky with an empty head.

After finishing this large-scale performance art, Chen Li'an felt that his brain had been drained, and there was no "artistic cell" left in his brain.

A brain that loses art will naturally be occupied by other things. Chen Li'an put a wet towel on his face, waiting for the hot spring girl and the soup girl to come over.

At this time, the hot spring maid had just taken care of her daughter and fell asleep. She ran to the next room and looked at the hot spring maid, Ms. Fujiwara Norika, who had already changed clothes. She averted her eyes shyly, silently picked up her kimono and started to change clothes.

Fujiwara Norika watched Liu Xiaoli change her clothes, and couldn't help but show admiration and envy in her eyes. She had such a good figure, no wonder she could become Chen Li'an's lover.

Fujiwara Norika's gaze made Liu Xiaoli a little embarrassed. After quickly changing her clothes, she looked at her and said, "I've changed, go and work quickly."

Hearing the word "work", Norika Fujiwara couldn't help but smile. She felt that Liu Xiaoli was deeply involved in the drama and was more dedicated than herself as an artist.

Fujiwara Norika looked at Liu Xiaoli who was entranced by the drama, thinking that she couldn't be compared. She quickly adjusted her condition, stood up, bent her legs and bowed and said: "Okay, my lady general."

"Let's go, the guests should be waiting in a hurry."

"I will definitely serve my guests well."

"It's us. Today's guests are very important. Ji Xiang should work harder."

"Yes, Lady General, I'm really sorry that Lady General has to take action in person!"

"I am very willing to serve this master, Ji Xiang, let's work hard together!"