[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

For half a second, Edmondo's will almost collapsed. He wanted to vent all his negative emotions, including asking the face of the king of hell why he was sent back to the past as a bet , Is he some kind of experimental guinea pig?But soon, he realized that doing so would only bring endless trouble.

According to human understanding of these mythical creatures, they (angels and demons) are likely to read people's minds, and the reason why Edmondo has not been done that now is: he is a bet.It was a terrible position, and it made him feel in control, but it did save him from some problems.Almost immediately, Edmondo decided to play dumb to the end.

"Lu Xi?" He frowned slightly, pretending to be innocent and pitiful, and asked, "Why are you here? Why are you wearing a long robe? You—won't be the leader of some cult organization, right? "

The King of Hell did not answer this question. He let go of the little devil in his hand, then slowly approached, squinted his eyes and examined Edmondo from head to toe. At the same time, he stretched out his snake-like branch The forked tongue, the thing probing at Edmondo's skin, gave him the creeps.

The huge tentacle||hand also seemed to sense the emotion of its master, and it tightened further. Edmondo felt his internal organs being squeezed together, and the suction cup on the tentacle||hand made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"God, what the hell is this place." Edmondo did not forget to pretend while talking to himself, he closed his eyes, "This must be a dream, God bless, I have to wake up."

Those suckers also started to move, and he felt like he had turned into a poor cow, being squeezed by countless milking machines, which made him have a strong sense of vomiting and dizziness.Unfortunately, the suction cups and tentacles||hands are not as hard as tools, but very soft, like raw meat in a cook's hand.So—he naturally had some kind of unexplainable reaction.

"Wake up, wake up," he hypnotized himself half-truthfully, "it's all a nightmare, wake up Edmondo."

The king of hell seemed to believe his words, the hostility on his body was no longer so strong, and even the restraints were no longer exerting force.The ancient creature relaxed a little, and Edmondo felt drowsy. Just when he was about to fall asleep, the King of Hell pinched his chin and forced him to look at him. His sharp nails scratched the side of his jaw. skin.

"Damn it! It hurts! Who is it who is so confused that it won't hurt in dreams." Edmund opened one eye while gasping, and he looked at Lucy with some annoyance, "What's the matter, do you think you can manage it by yourself?" Most of my assets can climb on my head? What the hell is this place, where did you get me?"

The corner of Lucy's mouth finally curled up into a smile. He waved his hand to let the ancient creature go back. The next second, Edmondo lost his support and fell to the ground. He coughed for a long time before standing up wiping away his tears.Don't get me wrong, of course he didn't feel wronged, his tears were physical, and of course, there was also a certain degree of acting.

"I believe that you must have figured out some mechanism to come here." Lucy said slowly in that pretentious aristocratic tone, "Before you came here, what did you do and what did you touch?"

"I didn't do anything, I just edited the film in my office as usual - oh shit, I'm still listening to music, now it's all right, I have to continue charging when I go back." Edmondo pretended to be inadvertent Throwing the blame on Michelle, he sank his shoulders annoyed, "Who knew that when I was listening to the song, I was suddenly dragged to the suburbs, it looked like the scene in my memory, there were some strange people wearing skulls and bull heads .”

"That's Limbo, and what you saw was the guardian there." Lucy explained, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was connecting all this with Michelle, "You said you were going to Limbo I was listening to the song before, do you remember what I heard?"

"Of course I listen—it's strange, I don't remember." Edmondo sighed in his heart that his acting skills were better than most actors, he smacked his mouth twice, and then gave up entangled with this, "You haven't told Where the hell am I here, what are you doing here in such a suit?"

Lucy still didn't answer his question. The king of hell has decided that it was all caused by angels. They wanted to leave Edmondo's subconscious memory of the face of Lucy, the financial advisor, in his subconscious. Fear reduces the possibility of their contact, thus winning the concealment bet.Lucy went crazy, this was several times worse than his previous cheating.

"Hey, are you going to hang me here, Lucy?" Edmondo said dissatisfiedly when he saw Lucy walking back to the throne slowly, "I'm your boss, you must tell me what you know."

The King of Hell waved his hand impatiently, and the ancient creature sprang up from the darkness again. It wrapped Edmondo and sent it to the throne. Lucy stroked his neck gently with a close pinch, and he said: "I It’s the master here, what I have to do is very simple, just turn you into a human like me, don’t bother me, go play with it.”

His tone sounded very gentle, but in fact, only Edmondo knew how indifferent he was. He didn't like the feeling of being rolled up by tentacles. Even if the strength was far from suffocating, he was disgusted. This situation Makes him think of some kind of sushi wrapped in sashimi.

"You seem to be very interested in him. Let me introduce you, this is Asmon, my little pet. His father is very famous, and he is the most notorious sea monster Leviathan." Lucy took the time to explain, he Seeing the pink on Edmondo's cheeks, suddenly an evil||thought arises, he let the tentacles||hands bring the person in front of him, and then stroked his hair, "Remember what I gave you before Well, let’s review it again today, but the target is not me, but Asmond.”

Edmondo didn't understand what he was talking about, but his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing, so he struggled desperately to let the monster let go, and he failed within a few seconds. Under Lucy's order, his The pet blocked Edmondo's movements, and then began to perform for him according to the owner's wishes.

Lucy said: "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about your teeth this time, Asmon won't hurt. But you also have to pay attention, his mucus is also his weapon, and sometimes it will have bad reactions. Your body won't be too harmful, trust me. I'll take over you when I figure out how to deal with Featherheads. Until then, have fun. Killing people will bother you. Remember, no one , yes, excuse me."

……

Edmondo was distracted, and only a few seconds passed in his memory, but it was strange that when he came back to his senses, he was lying on the ground not far from the desk, and he clearly remembered I am sitting at the table.Then there is only one explanation, his memory was cut off and part of it was deleted.

He hurriedly got up and came to the desk. In the drawer was his notebook, which recorded his plans for various situations. After 3 minutes, he found a new can of laughing gas and went to the skeleton tauren again, and then directly deceived them that they were sent by God to supervise heaven and hell. He asked them not to disclose his information to any side, whether it was Who will ask about his situation.

Of course, a false identity is not enough. After all, these skeleton tauren are not as innocent as the angel Aspen, so Edmondo threatened several skeleton tauren if they revealed his news, they would lose the information he brought from the world. All their stuff, including mahjong.

Several skeleton tauren are now completely obeying him, and agreed to all his requests without hesitation. At this time, the king of hell is still reminiscing about the feast just now. This may be the arrangement of fate. If he went to the Lost Territory to torture the skeleton tauren, then everything Edmondo had done would be in vain, and he would also face the danger of being exposed.

Edmondo fooled heaven and hell, and this time, humans won.

……

Edmondo was stable for a while, and nothing happened. He used his last laughing gas to meet the skeleton tauren. They told him that Lucy had asked about his situation, but they lied that they didn't know.In addition, hell has been relatively stable for a while, and there has been no action against heaven. At the same time, Edmondo encountered Lucy's temptation in reality, and he was sure that he was free from suspicion, so naturally, he guessed that The matter is temporarily over.

He spends the rest of the month refining film edits, adjusting lighting, and liaising with soundtrack masters to design an intense score.It was almost mid-June, and most of the post-production of the film was over.Depp found him with good news. A high-level executive at Warner received an email from Edmondo and agreed to help Depp's film pass the review. At the same time, his tattooist friend had free time, and Edmondo could find him He complements the color.

Edmondo arranged the matter on the same day, first went to the black market dealer to replenish the laughing gas, and then went to the tattoo parlor with Depp. Things went very smoothly, and it even felt unreal until Edmondo died Sitting on the chair and the color-fixing needle quickly touched his skin, the pain mixed with itching made him confirm that he was real.

"—I know complementary colors are too harsh for your panna cotta skin, but please hold your voice down, my old buddy Johnny is almost cooked."

The voice of the tattoo artist Jonathan woke Edmundo up. He subconsciously looked at Depp who was leaning beside him and accompanied him. Depp and him only looked at each other before looking away uncomfortably. His tattoo The teachers and friends laughed mercilessly, and Edmondo couldn't help laughing.

"Sorry, I can't help it, I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better." Edmundo teased without sincerity, and he winked at Depp, "But I think you'll be fine, because you Heard better ones, didn't you?"

Depp isn't the type to blush easily, but he's always showing you that he's getting over it, and that usually makes Edmondo want to tease him even more.

"I don't have as good concentration as Jonathan, unless you give me a case of rum." He bowed his head and said, "Hurry up and finish it, I'm not sure if I will ruin this place."

"It's ruined, it's better if it's ruined." Jonathan's hand on Edmundo's back was as firm as a rock, and he grinned at his friend, "I've seen all kinds of couples who come to get tattoos, and there are even more extreme behaviors. Well, nothing really excites me. The last time a pair of lovebirds came to me to get each other's name tattooed, one of them was tattooed and the other arrived right in front of me."

That sounds more exciting than the plot of a late-night movie. "Then how did you deal with it in the end?" Edmondo asked.

"I didn't do anything, charged them 150 more and asked them to clean up the floor." Jonathan straightened his beard and said, "Honestly, after all these years in this business, what kind of orgasm I I haven't seen it, as long as it doesn't affect my continued tattooing, nothing is important."

Johnny Depp's discomfort took another form. He remembered the first time he came to Jonathan to get a tattoo. He screamed bonelessly for a full 10 minutes, and the video is still on his computer. with.Fortunately, Jonathan didn't tell Edmundo this time as a joke, otherwise he might really have to hit the wall in embarrassment.

Jonathan didn't have that plan at all. His eyes were glued to Edmondo's body, not in that sense. He is a tattoo artist, so he likes this kind of smooth and clean skin the most. Tattooing various patterns there feels like the middle ages. The painter who used the money saved for several months to buy the best paper creation is so fascinating.

"Speaking of which—do you want to get a few more tattoos, Edmondo?" Jonathan couldn't help asking, "I can redesign your name, combine it with your favorite elements, and tattoo it on your shoulders or arms Everything is great, of course, if you want to."

Edmundo snorted twice, but did not agree. "I don't think it's wise to have your name tattooed on your body. Other patterns are negotiable," he said. "I do plan to get a few new tattoos, the fallen archangel and the defeated demon king." , what do you think of this subject matter?"

Jonathan paused. "It's novel," he remarked, "but I can try it. How big do you want it?"

"I don't know." Edmondo replied honestly, "Maybe a heart is enough."

Just as Jonathan was about to ask more questions, his assistant walked in, and the kid told them that a Mr. DiCaprio was coming to Edmondo.Without much thought, they let him in. Leonardo was at odds with the tattoo shop, just like the sun god walked into the Hades, but he diluted all the discord with enthusiasm.

"I brought you a gift, Dudu! Look at this!" Leonardo came to him like a ball of fire, and then took out a small box and handed it to him like a treasure, "This is Samsung's new With mobile phones, we can talk and send emails at any time, and we no longer need a pager to notify us, and then it is so troublesome to find a phone booth to make a call!"

Edmundo opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't notice that it was the age when he could own a mobile phone. He took the small box and opened it. Inside was the most primitive type of machine, the size of a palm, half of the screen and half of the buttons, heavy , battery is required.Immediately afterwards, Edmondo suddenly realized that since the mobile phone already existed, his mp3 could be taken out and used openly, and that thing was no longer a novelty.

The level of technology has developed well, and he is sincerely gratified for this.

Suddenly, Leonardo's angry voice exploded in his ears ||, the angle caused Edmondo to only see the other's fingers pointing at the tattoo artist Jonathan, and at the same time shouted: "Get your hands away! There is no pattern there, don't play tricks, you can't hide it from me!"

Jonathan stopped working in confusion.

"Hey, take it easy, Jonathan didn't do anything to him." Depp naturally stood up to defend his friend, he hugged Leonardo's shoulder and patted his chest, "That's a normal operation, it will be so for every guest made."

Leonardo didn't believe it, thanks to his great-grandfather's family, with the famous Italian jealousy running through his veins, "He's not that clean, I saw it," he said, "He tried to put his trousers up. Lower!"

ha!So cute.

Edmondo lay on the chair with emotion. "Don't be so impulsive, dear, Jonathan's a nice guy, everyone here knows that," he said. "If he wants to touch me somewhere I think I'll know."

"He's right. Don't blame a good person casually. Just say it in front of me. If my wife hears it and makes her angry, I'll beat you up, kid." Jonathan sarcastically , Under Depp’s relief and Edmondo’s gesture, he resumed his work, and by the way, he stretched out his hand to warn Leonardo, “Now put your ass back on the chair, and wait quietly for me to finish coloring for him.” , okay?"

Leonardo took a deep breath, and after an awkward apology, he sat down not far away.Next to him is Jonathan's workbench, which has some of the tattoo styles he has designed for customers, as well as some feedback photos.Leonardo glanced twice, and suddenly became interested, you must know that he has never supported the activity of tattooing, although the appearance of that thing on Edmondo's lower back made him look like a ||succubus, but—— Leonardo thinks hi is more conservative.

But the situation is different now. After seeking permission, he carefully looked through the materials and photos.About 7 or 8 minutes later, Leonardo walked back to Edmundo with a firm heart. Edmundo looked up at him, two pairs of blue eyes collided, Leonardo's eyes were a little different emotions.

"I'm getting one too, I want you to know I'm yours, Dudu," he said, "Give me your tooth marks, I want it on my leg forever, It's like you've been with me the whole time."

Edmondo was stunned, and Depp was also stunned. Only Jonathan raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly changed his mind about Leonardo.

What a creative kid, thought the tattooist.