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"To be honest, I really can't imagine—"

"At the beginning, you definitely didn't expect that you would fall into this situation."

Norrison looked around at what looked like the backstage of a theater.

Those were just run-down actors' dressing rooms with cheap decor.

"Yeah, it doesn't look bad, does it?"

"At least the snitching thing got you treated like a VIP."

Trevor stretched his old waist and didn't seem to care.

"Well, at least it looks like you're having a good time."

For this person's indifference, even Norison felt a little helpless.

There were not only two people in this reception room, which was used as a dressing room.

The black bodyguard assistant named Herman sat not far behind the two.

And behind the reporter, there was a prison guard close to the door.

"Honestly, there are some things I miss."

"You know, hemp leaves and white powder, and those chicks."

After finally exercising his body, Trevor decided to sit down and have a good talk with the reporter.

Although what he said was very cryptic, the men present knew what he was talking about.

"Look, Trevor, we've been talking a lot these days."

"Killian's recruitment of you, or the current Institute of Conceptual Mechanics under him..."

Seemingly feeling that what Trevor said was not satisfactory, Norrison decided to take the initiative.

"Go on."

Trevor shrugged and took a sip of his chocolate milk.

"One of the things that a lot of people want to know is how do you not know what's going on."

Norrison cast an interested look at the old fellow in front of him.

"The answer you want to know is three words."

But Trevor just smiled and stretched out his right hand, holding up three fingers.

"Three words, what's that?"

"Lovely, Drugs."

Beauty and drugs—but the third word just didn't come out.

But Norrison quickly understood what Trevor meant, and he had been so distracted by the two that he forgot the third word.

It can also be said that he may know what happened, but he didn't take it to heart, or simply forgot about it.

"Finally, at the end of this documentary."

"I wanted to learn more about the man behind the mask."

"Really, Trevor Slater."

Norison just nodded and closed the notebook in his hand.

"You know, there are a lot of revelations about you on the Internet, but nothing about you."

But Trevor didn't care much about Norrison's question.

"I think it's better for an actor to keep a little mystery, otherwise it will affect the audience... What are you?"

While he was talking, his eyes fell on an old photo taken out by the reporter in front of him.

"I found it in a British paper called the Liverpool Echo."

While talking, Norrison reached out and pushed all the old photos to Trevor.

"Then above, are you and your mother?"

At this time, Trevor's face showed a little moved expression.

"Yes, October 1964, 10, I remember it well."

"That was the first day I got my first part - the boatswain in Shakespeare's The Tempest."

(1964 is also the time when the character Mandarin first appeared in Marvel Comics)

"Of course, I told her I was starring and I'll always be a fucking liar."

But soon the old man laughed and put the photo back on the table.

"So, the two of you used to be very close?"

"She was... everything to me."

Trevor answered Norrison's question with a serious look.

"But she died in 1986, and you were not with her when she died."

The interview is still going on, and Norrison is still guiding Trevor to tell his truth.

"Yes, that's right, I was in America at the time."

"That was the most important turning point in my life, a TV pilot on CBS."

Trevor said with a look of reminiscence on his face.

""Burning in Rage", a very good work."

It can be seen that this reporter came here after doing enough homework.

"A vengeful Soviet cop with a quick temper and a quick temper on the streets of Los Angeles."

"I've always wanted to have a collection of DVDs, really, really wanted to."

It belongs to my own series, but because of the times, I can't get a set of DVDs.

Trevor seems to be yearning for the TV series he starred in.

But Norison bent down and took out his laptop from his backpack and put it on the table.

"Actually, Trevor, I managed to get some footage as well."

As he spoke, he turned on his laptop screen.

"Whoa, I can't wait—"

It was a very old TV show with a sense of age.

Vibrant color styles, vintage Porsches, and fun looking old-world clothes.

It all puts Trevor in a very high spirits, and he's really having fun.

After all, it was his best work when he was young.

"Handsome boy, that era can be said to be the best era."

Looking at his youthful face, Trevor sighed with emotion.

"But you know what, Sean Connery once praised me on set."

Trevor's words made Norrison look up at him again.

"On set, everyone called him Mr. Connery, but he called me Teff."

"You're very talented, Teff."

The old man looked quite proud and said to the reporter in front of him showing off.

"So, in the end, CBS didn't choose you."

"And you attribute the failures in your life to a series of missed opportunities."

"At the same time, you're not willing to take responsibility for any of that."

Although it sounded like he was asking questions, Norison was simply stating all of this.

"My responsibility is only for my inspiration, I'm just an actor, dear."

"Never the high-IQ criminal genius that Killian was."

Trevor shrugged helplessly and replied.

But Norison didn't seem satisfied with Trevor's answer.

"What I want to ask is whether it is possible."

"It's just possible—your performance, in some circumstances, has pissed off some people?"

"You know, some of them are very... dangerous."

As if he felt that he didn't say enough, Norison added another sentence.

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