Hollywood Lover Chapter 111

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   "Refund? I don't want to refund the money, but I'm still a little scared, afraid that others will know what we did." Jerry shrank his neck, afraid that the bad-tempered Tom would beat him up, and his voice became softer.

"What did we do? What did we do? Didn't steal anything from the museum, didn't destroy any artifacts, just put a bauble in an unobtrusive place with the mummy We'll take it away tomorrow night, and it's worth fifty thousand dollars just for this! Don't screw me up, kid, or I'll kill you!" Tom said viciously, and walked out immediately, And Jerry looked at the funerary objects of the pharaoh around him in horror, and quickly followed up with his hat.

"Tell me, what do they want us to do with this thing? Pretending to be a ghost to scare people? Spending fifty thousand dollars to pretend to be a ghost? This thing is really abnormal." Jerry, who followed Tom, trotted all the way. The exhibition room of the two pharaoh mummies was gone, and he still couldn't figure out the situation.

"We don't need to worry about these things. Maybe it's a joke about a guy who is full and wants to see the people who come to the exhibition tomorrow. Okay, give me the things. We will return home in a few minutes!" Tom said with a big hand Yi Tan, said impatiently, although he was also a little curious about this matter, but a lot of dollars were stuffed into his head, and he couldn't care about anything else at all.

  Jerry's eyeballs were rolling around, and he took out a small, black object from his pocket and handed it to Tom, who stood aside to help him watch the wind.

Stretching out his arms with difficulty, some fat Tom hid the little black thing under the pillowed head of the ghastly withered mummy, then shone it with a flashlight, looked carefully at it from all angles, and made sure that as long as no one saw it When this frightening thing moved up, it would definitely not be able to find the little thing under its head, so it smiled slightly and snapped its fingers.

"OK, the matter is settled, the money is in the account, and we don't have to worry about everything else. Let's go, man, enjoy life! Haha, this wonderful life!" Tom nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to worry about Said Jerry, whose head had been looking at the wind.

   "It's done?" Jerry wiped the sweat from his brow, everything was done so easily, and the good mood of getting tens of thousands of dollars made him finally relax.

"Of course, let's wait and see the show tomorrow. Although I don't know what the **** is going on with that person, it's really fun to think about it!" Tom hugged Jerry's neck, and the two walked towards the center door with their shoulders crossed. go.

  Defense by day and night, it is difficult to guard against house thieves. With the cooperation of Jerry and Tom, two guys who are open to money, the first step of creating a topic was quickly completed.

  Such a simple solution is based on not destroying or stealing. Otherwise, no matter how courageous Tom and Jerry are, they would not dare to say that they will go to prison.

The next day, an ordinary employee of Universal Pictures, Declan from the Propaganda Department, walked slowly towards the special mummy exhibition hall of the Getty Center with the crowds of people, and in his pocket was a small and exquisite controller.

Looking across the face of the security guard beside him, Declan looked at the tourists who kept quiet in the exhibition center and watched the cultural relics with concentration, but he couldn't help but recall the serious and serious words of his immediate boss. Face.

"Dicklan, I've given you a very important task today, because you are very active in your work." Lawrence, the immediate boss, called Declan into a separate office with a straight face, and knocked on the table. He pointed to a black gadget on the table and said.

   "What is this? Boss." Declan looked curiously at the black object lying quietly on the table, which seemed to be something controlled.

"It's your luck, kid, hehe, this thing was sent by the general manager. It has an extremely important role." Lawrence faced Declan alone, and his face no longer pretended to be majestic. The son of a good friend is also very smart. He helped me with a lot of things and handled them well, which is very reassuring.

   "Sent by the general manager?" Declan was a little confused, but he only knew one thing, which was to listen carefully to Lawrence's arrangement and just do things well.

"Yes. This is related to a movie we are shooting. Well, you don't mind the rest, you take this thing to the Getty Center, in their exhibit of ancient Egyptian pharaoh mummies, taking advantage of the crowd Press this switch when it is time to draw others' attention and then turn it off. It's as simple as that!” Lawrence is a middle-level cadre of Universal Pictures, and he is also the confidant of the general manager. This matter cannot be exposed by any media , was arranged by the general manager for Lawrence, and Lawrence arranged for his most capable and promising subordinate, Declan.

"Go to the Getty Center, and then press this switch in the mummy's exhibition hall, and then turn it off when it attracts the attention of others?" Dilanke was a little dazed, touched his ear and said in disbelief: "Boss, No, isn't this the controller for an explosive device? Are you going to blow up the mummy?"

"Shit, who wants to blow up something that I don't even want if I give it to me? Anyway, you just go over and press it. Be careful, it will only work if you are within fifteen meters from the mummy. Do it well, do this well, or it will rise Post!" Lawrence reprimanded with staring eyes, then looked outside, then lowered his voice and said to Declan.

   Walked out of Lawrence's office in a daze, and then drove in a daze to the Getty Center, the most famous private museum in Los Angeles. After thinking about it, Dilanke didn't know what the general manager of Universal Pictures was doing.

  Never mind him, anyway, as long as I do this well. When he came to the Getty Center, looking at the huge and artistic building, Dilanke didn't bother to think too much, put the gadget in his pocket, and followed the endless stream of tourists towards the pharaoh Walk to the exhibition hall of Wang Mummies.

  Standing in front of the pharaoh's mummy, Dilanke pretended to be like a tourist, admiring it pretendingly, holding the small controller in his hand, but hesitated.

"Won't Lawrence really want to blow up the mummy?" After thinking about it, Dilanke was still far away from the mummy. He estimated that it was about fifteen meters away, so he found a pillar to block himself, and stretched He looked at the mummy surrounded by many tourists, then gritted his teeth and pressed the controller heavily.

"XF%%^&&^*...!" A thin, horrible sound like a snake crawling slowly in a dark space, very lightly, very lightly echoed across the mummy's entire exhibition hall Inside, ring!

  The voice seemed to be that of a person sunk in a terrible **** that could never be reincarnated forever, cursing in misery or extreme disgust, cursing indistinctly and full of anger.

  That is not English, not French, nor any other language, it just rises weirdly and abruptly in the exhibition ground, bringing out endless chill.

  The sound was so faint that the audience around the mummy couldn't hear it for a while, but in its painful and seemingly eternal curse, someone finally heard this extremely strange sound.

Allen, an 18-year-old Los Angeles boy, was bored to visit the mummy exhibition hall with his family. He originally wanted to use this day to find his favorite basketball cheerleader in school. The cute and **** Susanna officially confessed his love, but he did not expect his strict father Be sure to accompany your family to visit this shabby place, or you will deduct all your pocket money!

  Damn it, what's so interesting about this broken mummy, a mummy thousands of years ago! Helen, a sister with a bad mind, is she so interested in looking at this frightening mummy?

  Thinking about the enthusiastic, generous, **** and hot Susanna, and thinking about those wonderful eyes that seem to be dripping water, Allen felt that he really came to the wrong place.

   "Oh, God, this is really terrible!" Allen vomited loudly in his heart, wishing to kick the broken mummy back into the pyramids of Egypt.

The parents and sister on the one side wanted to take a magnifying glass and see the disgusting mummy lying down from head to toe, and they were discussing in a low voice, but Alan, who was not thinking about this at all, suddenly seemed to hear what sound.

  The voice is very small, so small that you have to listen very carefully to hear it, but the tone is difficult and difficult to understand, and you can't make out what you are saying.

  The drowsy Allen suddenly woke up. He only felt that the voice was rampant in his ears, wantonly crippling his eardrums, as if someone was screaming crazily in his ears.

   A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, Allen stood up straight in horror, looked around, but couldn't find the person who was whispering in his ear like a prank.

   This voice has never stopped, as if someone is chanting a spell, insidious and cunning. Although the voice is small, the madness, hatred, hysteria and the feeling of destroying everything contained in it can be clearly heard.

   Alan shook his head vigorously as if immersed in a dream, and rubbed his ears desperately, but the voice followed closely, unwilling to leave for a moment.

   Trying to judge the source of the sound, Allen looked up, and the unknowable and chilling sound came from the mummy displayed in front of him!

   Allen suddenly felt that he was standing in the sun, but got goose bumps all over his body.

"Helen, Helen! Listen, did you hear anything?" Allen gasped as he stared at the mummy in front of him, and unconsciously grabbed his sister's hand. His instinct and hearing told him that it was the mummy who was speaking. , it is talking!

   "What did you hear? Didn't hear anything! Let go of your hand, you scratched me so much!" Elder sister Helen was very dissatisfied with Alan's actions, and quickly knocked off his tightly grasped hand.

"What's the matter, Alan? Why is your face suddenly so ugly?" The mother raised her head and looked at her snow-white and sweaty son strangely. She couldn't help but stepped forward, touched his forehead with concern, and asked road.

   "No, no. Mom, this mummy, this mummy is talking!" Alan pointed at the mummy in front of him in horror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

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