Superstar

Witch trial, a word that uncrowned kings hate. After experiencing the turmoil at the beginning, although the media is still the media, their credibility does not seem to have been lost too much, but it is obvious to the reporters that it can be felt. Questioning the increase in gazes, when reporters introduce themselves to others again, the gazes of others always have a touch of scrutiny, there is nothing substantive, but this is enough to make reporters feel the influence of their social status.

Today, this vocabulary was mentioned again. The reporters at the scene looked at each other. They didn't even realize what went wrong, "Isn't Hugo the problem? Why do these people come to trouble me?" Almost all reporters think so, because they firmly believe that the crew of "Death Row" has never responded in the past six days, which is a typical sign of a guilty conscience. Facts have proved that the news of the "National Inquirer" is definitely not. Groundless.

Many reporters even ran out angrily and impulsively, shouting excitedly at the crowd in front of them, "Shut up, you should worry about what's wrong with Hugo's spirit first, don't push the responsibility on us at all times. ."

But the size of only four reporters, standing in front of the overwhelming thousand people in front of them, was really short of breath. When they talked in the second half of the speech, they seemed to be lacking in confidence, but it was too embarrassing to retreat at this time. The land is also in a dilemma. I can only hope that the colleagues behind me can stand up and support.

Standing among countless reporters, Anthony's legs began to tremble. He could feel something bad in his heart, but he couldn't tell why. Anthony secretly warned himself that these people in front of him were nothing but a mob, not as much as a ten thousandth of Hugo, and he didn't need to be afraid. What's more, most of his reports this time are facts, so why should he have a guilty conscience?

Eli Caswell and Meredith Morris stood at the forefront of the crowd, looking at the shameless reporters in front of them, their anger rushed upwards. This is the so-called uncrowned king. This is the so-called holding Journalists who persecute entertainers with freedom of speech are the leaders who guide the public opinion of the whole society... how ridiculous, how ridiculous, how disgusting!

Meredith gritted his teeth tightly to prevent him from losing his mind, and then shouted at the reporter in front of him, "You can look at the news reports you wrote. How many are true? And how many are through. Verification? You said that Hugo is crazy, where is the hospital? You said that the drama group broke apart, where are the witnesses? You said that Hugo had a physical conflict with the staff, where are the victims?"

As soon as Meredith's voice fell, the young volcanoes behind him clenched their fists before the reporters retorted, and shouted, "Evidence! Evidence! Evidence!" The overwhelming shout made the ground begin. Shaking slightly, like a substantial earthquake, everyone's heart began to panic.

Reporters don’t say they are rebutting, even they are overwhelmed by the powerful momentum in front of them, everyone just feels like a canoe in the stormy waves, one after another, they have been overwhelmed by the waves, and they are always under The danger of subversion shocks everyone.

For the first time, they felt scared. They are no longer the uncrowned kings. The cameras in their hands cannot store evidence. The press cards in their pockets cannot be used as amulets. Once this powerful crowd swarms, they will be torn apart. Into countless pieces.

Anthony subconsciously looked back at the soldiers to the north. The soldiers didn't seem surprised by this scene. They just stood in place to make sure that no one would rush to the north. Other than that, they had no intention of intervening at all. Anthony suddenly realized that this was a planned and organized protest.

"You are just a group of wolves. When you see fresh prey, you rush forward desperately, not for the truth, not for the sake of justice, not for social supervision, and don't talk about yourself so noble, you just A dirty jackal for his own benefit!” Meredith’s words were sharp and sharp, like a dagger thrown at the reporters in front of him, “You want to sell more newspapers. Sales, do not hesitate to fabricate facts, distort facts, falsify facts, and talk nonsense without knowing the truth and without any evidence! This is what you call the uncrowned king's prestige? A word of life and death! It is ridiculous, it is shameful, it is really depravity !"

Meredith seemed to be out of control, as long as she thought that the reporters in front of her looked at Hugo like wolves and tigers, she couldn't calm down.

The words echoed through the loudspeaker in the empty field. The reporters naturally would not be willing to catch them. Many reporters rushed out again and stood with the four previous reporters. They screamed frantically at the crowd in front of them, but The young volcanoes did not give them this opportunity. All of them shouted loudly, "Shameful! Shameful! Shameful!"

The sound of "shameful" kept circling in the empty sky, like a vulture hovering high in the sky, staring at the group of prey in front of them, not allowing them to leave. That kind of powerful oppression enveloped more than a hundred journalists, making them more and more restless, more anxious, and more and more fearful.

Once upon a time, only entertainers would be forced by reporters into such an embarrassing situation, but today these arrogant uncrowned kings are reduced to prey, and they can only look around in fear. Their voices are all overwhelmed, and even if everyone screams together, they cannot form resistance; their retreats are all blocked, and they are all turtles in the urn; their defenses become useless, and they can only passively accept trial. .

Was the witch treated in the same way when he was tried?

"Shameful! Shameful! Shameful!" The waves of noise made the reporters start to worry: Are they going to face violence today? move?

At this time, the soldiers and the crew of "Death Convict Walking" three hundred yards behind became their only life-saving straw. What an interesting situation.

The uniform shouts of the young volcanoes were clearly well-trained. They abruptly suppressed the voices of all the reporters, and then swooped down with unparalleled aura, causing everyone to fall into endless panic.

After the reporters’ rebuttals disappeared, Eli’s right hand was lifted, and the young volcanoes’ shouts gradually dissipated, and Meredith walked forward again and said, “You Boasting that you have mastered the direction of public opinion and used the power of public opinion supervision granted to you by the people to act wantonly. You continue to create ridiculous and false news and exert terrible pressure on the parties, but you do not consider the parties’ circumstances at all, let alone you as the news media. Righteousness and truthfulness! Now, we refuse to be used by you anymore, we refuse to be a weapon in your hands, we refuse to buy fake news in your hands, and we refuse to believe your absurd remarks!"

There was a hint of cry in Meredith’s voice, not sonorous, but extremely firm, allowing people to clearly feel the pain and disappointment deep in her heart. That sentence was so loud and so loud that all The reporters were speechless, and everyone looked at each other for an instant, and no one was willing to stand up again to refute.

"We will no longer passively receive information, we will no longer be passively controlled by you, and we will no longer passively believe your nonsense." Meredith gradually recovered her calm, and the rain came to her mind. In order to defend Michael with a scene of one enemy and one hundred, the hesitation, timidity, and fragility in her eyes disappeared, replaced by unprecedented firmness, "Return me the truth!"

"The truth!" all the young volcanoes shouted in unison.

"Give me back the truth!" Meredith shouted again.

"The truth!" the 1,500 young volcanoes who came to Baton Rouge shouted out neatly. The mountain's tsunami shouts covered the sky, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time finally proceeded unimpeded at this moment. Catharsis came down, and everyone was shocked from the depths of their hearts in the wind and rain!

"Truth! Truth! Truth!" the young volcanoes roared angrily. They stomped their right feet one after another. The sound of the powerful footsteps made the entire ground shake, and the dust was lifted up and down. Get up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The faces that are distorted because of anger, the figures that tremble because of excitement, and the loud shouts because of indignation, are moving forward with visible progress. That huge pressure is gradually squeezing the living space of the reporters, a little bit, a bit more.

The wave of momentum is higher than the wave, the wave of resistance is higher than the wave, the shock is higher than the wave...In an instant, people have the illusion of wind and sand, as if an unprecedented wave is set off on the entire empty highway. In the hurricane, the reporters standing in the front row finally couldn't resist the strong pressure and began to back up one after another, and more than one hundred reporters uncontrollably shrank back and then shrank again... The reporters are so small as a single individual. , There was no confrontation at all, and he could only tremble in the hurricane, as timid as a mouse, all shrank into a ball, lest his tears would reveal the fragility and fear in his heart.

Anthony looked at the powerful formation of dark clouds pressing down in front of him, his legs trembling rapidly, and even moving was too difficult. At this time, he had no way to scream, no way to shout, no way to move... even no way to cry. Fear made all the muscles in his body stiff, and he could only stand in place like a sculpture, and then as if watching his own vitality bit by bit, the fear made him forget to breathe.

"Truth! Truth! Truth!" The echoes echoed between the world and the earth, like the end of the world! ()