Chapter 56: There is no tiger in the mountain. Ouyang Yuan and Li Daohua are on the phone...
When Ouyang Yuan was on the phone with Li Daohua, he heard what she said and asked tremblingly: "Are you telling the truth?"
"What? A novel? Of course I'm almost done with it."
"No, I mean, what Bai Bella said, about brother-sister, father-daughter marriage, etc..."
"That's true. What's that? Don't you know that there are still child marriages in America? The youngest one can get married at the age of ten."
Ouyang Yuan was silent. During the time he was with Li Daohua, America made him silent for an unusually long period of time.
No matter how those people outside brag about America, when he thought of the nonsense that Daohua said, he felt that what those people were bragging about was nothing but nonsense.
Only America is civilized and a beacon. The moral lowlands are higher than it.
Speaking of America, Ian called her and said that their Halloween event was almost ready and would be held in Hollywood.
Li Daohua could only wish them luck and hope that no one was carrying a gun in the crowd on Halloween night.
"Oh, you really know us too well. But don't worry, all our staff have signed contracts, everything is voluntary, and any accidents have nothing to do with the crew."
Okay, okay, you bunch of damn capitalists, and these damn people who like to commit suicide.
Halloween carnivals are held in many places, but Hollywood is the most eye-catching one.
As night fell, people who had already disguised themselves took to the streets one after another. Among them were many children running around, carrying baskets or bags in their hands.
The crew of "The Walking Dead" parked the makeup truck in a remote corner and hung curtains on the windows so that no one could see inside.
After putting on makeup in a hurry, a man got out of the car with his head lowered and ran away in a panic.
After turning the corner, there was a crowd of Halloween revelers not far away. There was a man using the restroom nearby at the moment, and he turned around and saw him.
The man ran to the street light at the right time so that the other party could see the "blood" on his body, and then fell to the ground due to exhaustion.
"Hey, man, are you okay? Are you okay?" He said this while quickly putting away his tools and looking around, fearing that someone was lying in ambush and would beat him into this state.
Only approach after making sure the surroundings are safe.
As I got closer, the man lying on the ground suddenly stretched out an arm.
The way this arm was extended was different from that of a normal person. Somehow, he felt a little creepy. He had never had this feeling when facing a gunman who injured people.
What followed was a scene he would never forget in his life. The other party stood up in a chaotic manner in a way that went against common sense.
The face was also revealed, and only then did he notice that for some reason the other person's gums were exposed.
He was confused for only a moment after standing up, and the other party locked his eyes on him. At first, he just walked tremblingly, and he just stepped back.
Soon the opponent's speed was getting faster and faster, and a man who looked like a mess appeared at the corner.
“Help…Help!”
The man turned and ran, and quickly got up after falling down. He was running in the direction of the revelers.
This is normal because the other direction is blocked by this group of zombies.
He ran in front, and the zombies followed slowly behind him, keeping a certain distance.
There has to be distance so that the other party reaches the crowd and has enough time to spread panic.
The man was shouting for help. We were all decent people, and with so many people gathered together, even if we didn't want to help him, we had to maintain basic decency.
The first person who came into contact with him asked him what was wrong with concern.
"I don't know, they are not human! They are coming!" As he said that, the man struggled to break free from the other person's hands that were supporting him and continued to run forward.
"Who? Who is not a human?" The tall man wanted to grab him and ask him clearly, but the other party shouted that they were not human and disappeared in the crowd.
The tall man looked in the direction the other party was running from, and instantly understood what the other party meant when he said that they were not human. The group of people running over really did not look like human.
He didn't think about the zombies. He thought that these people might have taken drugs and had problems.
Even so, you have to run. After all, people who are crazy and take drugs can do anything, and hurting others is just the most basic thing.
With so many people, they should have been caught earlier and could have been trampled to death.
Tall men run faster. Because they are tall, they can easily see where there are more people and where there are fewer people, and know which direction to run faster.
While running, don't forget to call on others to run as well.
The carnival night suddenly turned into chaos. The reporters involved were confused as to what was going on, but they knew that there must be big news.
At this time, you cannot run with the crowd, you have to run against the crowd to get first-hand information.
There was a lucky reporter who arrived late and was now at the outermost layer of the crowd, closest to the group of zombies.
Therefore, the photos of zombies he took were the most complete and shocking. Of course, he also ran away after taking the photos.
When the zombies were about to join the crowd, the director of The Walking Dead took a loud speaker and shouted to the zombies: "We are here to attend the carnival party, don't you welcome us?"
Following the director's slogan, all the zombies stood still and returned to normal.
They are just here to spread the word, not to commit suicide. If they really follow the crowd, even if they are not shot to death by those who go home to get guns, the crowd might trample a few of them to death.
Although this will create more explosive points, the subsequent compensation will also make him explode.
The crowd did not stop its chaos as he spoke. Occasionally, a few people reacted but were pushed around by the people around them.
It was not until much later, when it was confirmed that the zombies had no other actions and the director had been using a loud speaker to calm the crowd, that the brave ones came over.
"Oh my god, what are they?"
"Zombie, you should have read the novel "The Walking Dead Crisis", this is the walking corpse."
"I know, they are the living dead, but the living dead are not as scary as you."
The director said proudly: "Of course, our zombies are different from the living dead. The author of "The Walking Dead" personally directed these zombies, and they have received professional training."
"Cool, that's the one you had before... that's the one, how did you do it?" a reporter asked curiously, taking pictures non-stop, because this was the latest material.
In between taking photos, he used his body to try to imitate the messy appearance of the zombies before they appeared, but unfortunately he didn't imitate it well enough.
But it didn't matter, the director and the actors understood what he meant. With a look from the director, the zombie in front of the reporter instantly became half a head shorter, and with its walking style that went against joint habits, it successfully scared the reporter again.
"My God, my God..." The frightened reporter kept shouting to God, and the people behind him also exclaimed.
No matter how many times I have seen it, I still find it magical. If I meet such a person alone on the street, I will still be scared.
As the interview progressed, more and more young people gathered around. They are at an age when they are very curious, so how could they control themselves when they saw something so interesting?
Some young people even wanted the crew to put makeup on them so that they could experience it too.
Some people followed the crew and wanted to learn that messy way of walking, thinking it was just so cool!
At this time, accompanied by the sound of "Woo~Woo~Woo~", police cars with red and blue lights appeared on the scene, and there was more than one.
Yes, the Los Angeles police arrived late but shouted at them from a distance, demanding the release of the hostages.
Many people in the crowd began to complain. It was obvious that they had many dissatisfactions with these policemen, not only about this police call, but also about many other things.
"There's no riot here, we're just wearing make-up and attending a Halloween party!"
The director knew that he had to be honest at this time, otherwise he would be finished. Even if his boss could help him get justice afterwards, so what? His life was his own, and if it was gone, his boss couldn't get it back.
Several famous people stepped forward to help explain the situation. The police then put away their guns and came over to check with caution. After making sure that everything was fine, they sighed repeatedly.
They came here after receiving a call from the police. The call must have been made by the person who ran fast and got home first. He was a pretty nice person.
The next day, not only newspapers but also television were reporting on "The Walking Dead".
Compared to newspapers, television is obviously more eye-catching. The close-up photos have expanded the scope of the carnival and also made the currently serialized "The Walking Dead" popular again.
As we all know, news is time-sensitive and its dissemination is uncertain.
The more media reported on America's Halloween carnival, the more it changed.
Everyone wants to stand out in such news, so they have to be ruthless and write any messy news headlines and content.
This leads to serious mutations when it spreads to other countries.
There are even reports from some countries that a zombie virus has broken out in America, and once infected, one will turn into a man-eating zombie.
Anyway, that's how Daiying reported it, and the newspapers were gloating. They seemed to be friends, but also competitors. Daiying had been unhappy with America for a long time, and her son even wanted to rebel against Tiangang.
Since Britain reported it this way, Hong Kong followed suit. Since Hong Kong reported it this way, domestic newspapers decided to wait and see. After all, they are serious newspapers.
The latest report is about the author Mai Sui.
Speaking of Mai Sui, her previous novel was very popular among those who liked it, and very disliked by those who disliked it.
People who like her think that she is a beacon in the world of love. She can write melodramatic love stories, but can also find room for sublimation in such love.
People who hate her think that she is just trying to attract attention and is being melodramatic for the sake of melodrama, and that she is mentally abnormal.
But no matter whether you like her or hate her, when Mai Sui's new novel comes out, everyone still has to read it. Even those who hate her want to see what disgusting plot she has written this time.
After reading it, I felt like I was blind, especially that Mai Sui actually dared to write about America this time, which was really bold.
It doesn’t matter if Li Daohua wrote it. After all, she was certified by America and nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. America’s filial sons and grandchildren can only accept it with a pinch of their noses.
Who do you think you are to be worthy of writing about America and dare to speak ill of America? They disregard human ethics, and that must be their own problem. It has nothing to do with America’s education!
On the contrary, we should reflect on how such people could grow up on the land of our country.
Compared with Mai Sui, Li Daohua is simply a saint. Although she criticizes America, she is not disgusting.
Some newspapers even wrote headlines such as "When there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey declares himself king", criticizing Mai Sui and calling on Li Daohua to clean up the mess and let these people see what real literature is.
Let these people see the level of the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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