Movie Master

Knock knock, there was a knock on the door, and the office door was pushed open. Percy walked in with a dark brown brown paper bag, and there was a thick stack of newspapers under the paper bag. Percy put the things in his hand on the He glanced at the upper left corner of the desk and glanced at Lance who was flipping through something.

The soft light penetrates the thick eyelashes and casts a thin layer of shadow, just like the mist rising from the surface of the lake. You can faintly see the clear and bright blue under the mist, but you can't see clearly The real emotions that are hidden underneath. Quiet, calm, peaceful, and free, the quiet atmosphere in the air did not even have the slightest irritability, and everything was no different from usual.

Diorama Pictures went bankrupt. They already knew the news yesterday. Dylan Wilde called to tell Lance that he wanted to get some clues from Lance and dig out the grievances between the two companies. But alas, Dylan was disappointed. The Wall Street Journal, published this morning, officially confirmed the news.

As a member of Diorama Films, Percy is naturally very aware of the conflicts and disputes within the company. On the day Lance was kicked out, he witnessed everything on the spot. Even when he heard the news, his heart was agitated, so how could Lance remain indifferent?

What's the matter? Lance noticed Percy's probing gaze and asked aloud, What's the matter?

Jerry Bruckheimer's assistant just called to confirm the meeting time. He said that Jerry is currently in a meeting in Burbank. The meeting took a little longer than expected. He will try to come here on time, but if there is an accident, I hope to ask for our understanding in advance. The words had come to the tip of his tongue, but Percy didn't ask after all, but changed his mouth and said something else.

Lance closed his chin slightly, You reply a call and say, please don't worry, there will definitely be someone here at the company to receive him. Lance did not say I will receive him, but used company, the subtext is: Don't wait for the time.

Lance knew that the Pirates of the Caribbean project was not over yet. Michael Eisner still held the initiative in Disney, and a lean camel was bigger than a horse. So as long as Michael was willing to push, it was only a matter of time before Jerry found him again. Three days ago, Jerry's assistant called to make an appointment for this meeting, which was earlier than Lance expected. Since Jerry had already expressed his initiative before, but today's situation is imminent, Lance is naturally unnecessary. polite.

Percy nodded to express his understanding, after all, he didn't say anything more, turned and left the office.

Lance was still flipping through the materials in his hand, but he was a little absent-minded, and his heart was far less calm than it seemed on the surface. Diorama Films disappeared. Originally, Lance thought he would be happy, and his vengeance was finally avenged. Even if he would not lose his composure and celebrate wildly, he would definitely walk with vigor, rejoice, and heartily. But at this time, the taste on the tip of the tongue is a bit mixed.

Even now, Lance can still recall the day when he was swept out, so vivid, every detail is extremely clear, even the shape of the sun mottled down, as if that day has been completely frozen, time Frame by frame, frame by frame is replayed in my mind uninterrupted all the time, like a nightmare that will never go away, entangled in the depths of the soul, no matter how hard I struggle, I can't get rid of it.

He once pinned all his hopes on the dream, but they killed the meaning of the dream with their own hands; His blades; he tried his best to escape the nightmares of his childhood and try to start a new life, but they brutally beat him back to his original shape, and fell into the ice cellar of memories; pain, and then spent seven years creating a new life, but they shattered his world overnight, just like Frank once did...

Closing his eyes, it was as if he had returned to the dark and damp basement again, without a gleam of light coming in, he was lying on the cold concrete floor in a daze, his whole body was scorching hot, he just wanted to stick his cheeks on the ground, feeling greedily. The cold air permeated; the whole brain was like a paste, and there was no way to think, and there were bursts of pain in the body. He didn't even remember how these scars came from, but only vaguely remembered, Frank Drunk again, he kicked his stomach hard, he hit the wall like a sack, and then... there was no more, he didn't have any memory of the following things; It was too much and began to convulse, the whole body wanted to curl up, but found that the limbs were so heavy that it was impossible to lift them up; there was a sound coming from the distant sky in the ears, the sound of bang bang bang was like in the wilderness The echoing shotgun sound, that desperate and angry roar sounded like Theo's voice, but he thought it was unlikely, how could Theo roar? If it is Gao Wen, it is more reliable.

Then, he heard that ethereal voice coming over, Lance, don't sleep, don't sleep. Lance, please, don't sleep. This was Gawain's voice, and the painful voice made him Wanting to laugh, he felt that Gao Wen must be joking with himself. He wanted to wave his hand to drive away Gao Wen's annoying voice, but he found that there was only a halo of light in front of him, and everything was far and near. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but he still couldn't see clearly. He waved his right hand feebly, but he couldn't even lift it up. He just threw himself into the air.

He's sleepy, he's really sleepy, and besides, he's so hungry, so hungry, it would be great if he had a bag of candy right now. Those voices gradually became farther and farther away, and the halo became darker and darker, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only darkness.

Later, he woke up in the hospital, but he couldn't remember this memory. He asked Gawain, Ian and Theo, but they were unwilling to talk about it. They just said that he was too hungry. , passed out. He was a little dazed, but he couldn't say why, so he could only lower his head half understanding.

He didn't even remember when this happened. He remembered that he was ten years old, but Gao Wen said he was eight years old, but he didn't have any memory. Those broken and incomplete memory fragments were mixed with other memories. Distinguish clearly which ones are from that night and which ones are from other times.

Coming to San Francisco from Green Bay, he thought he had finally bid farewell to the past and started a new life. However, the whole world was shattered again, Ryan Kavalaugh, Tucker Toure, Jason Berkley, they shattered his world with their own hands, and those years that were forgotten in the corner of memory swarmed again Come and drown him.

Hate, hate, hate, when Li Jin and Lancaster's souls are completely fused together, when he relives those forgotten memories again, when he is tortured by those surging painful memories , When he realized that those seventeen years of hard work had been wiped out overnight, he hated them so extreme and crazily, every cell in his body was looking forward to the arrival of this day.

He wants to see them falling into dust and penniless, he wants to see their desolation of being broken and destitute, he wants to see their pain of betrayal and disintegration, he wants to see them tortured and put to death struggle.

So, he did just that.

He is more insidious than them, he is more terrifying than them, he is more cruel than them, he is more cold-blooded than them, and he is more outrageous than them. He watched their world collapse bit by bit like this, as if the soul was smashed into countless fragments, and then the fragments turned into dust one by one, and finally the soul disappeared, and the body remained, just a body without any The skin of vitality, the magnificent scene is like a starburst, magnificent, magnificent and poignant.

That pleasure/feeling is like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Today was the end, he finally did it, he finally completed revenge with his own hands, but the joy he imagined did not come, he only felt tired, deeply tired. Someone once said that hatred is the hardest thing in the world, because it consumes all your energy. Lance seems to understand, but he doesn't seem to understand.

He raised his head and looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, but his sight was in a daze. My heart was empty, and there was nothing left.

Withdrawing his gaze, taking a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the feeling of being lost, he picked up the newspaper that Percy had just brought in, and prepared to read it. After removing the kraft paper bag, he saw a pack of Skittles underneath, which made Lance stunned, the smile on the corner of his mouth was outlined like this, and he shook his head helplessly.

He looked down at the kraft paper bag in his hand, it was a package, the recipient was himself, and the sender was...Jason Berkeley.

The movement of opening the paper bag stopped just like that, Jason? Why did Jason send him something, what was in it, and what was the purpose of doing so?

I looked at the address and it turned out to be London. So, Jason is in London now?

Lance, who has always been decisive, hesitated at this time. He didn't open the paper bag immediately, his hands paused, and finally put the paper bag aside, and flipped through the newspaper next to him. The top one was the Wall Street Journal. The news of the bankruptcy of Diorama Pictures was not on the front page, nor was it the headline. It was just a small corner of the entertainment page, the size of a tofu block, which reminded Lance of the obituary.

The headline of the entertainment section is about news related to Batman: The Return of the Shadows, and below the headline is the latest box office information of Sin City. A first-class work is born! Lancelot makes history again.