Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 385 Trainee Pluto (64)

Everything in front of me is simply a live performance of the funeral, and there are microphones to amplify the sound. There are more than 100 people holding cameras in the audience to shoot. It is full of style, even more luxurious than the lineup of some singers' concerts.

Listen, listen, everyone is getting bored.

The woman's voice was hoarse as if she was sharpening scissors, and she cried and cried with only those few words in her mouth.

My mother left early, so pitiful, please be fair.

The meeting hadn't started yet, and the hospital side was extremely calm, and it was obvious that they would not speak until the time came.

The other side was already crying tired, the voice was getting lower and lower, and the meeting was getting more and more trembling. When 08:30 arrived, the meeting officially started, and the hospital started to adjust the microphone. Sallow, slumped on the table and rolled his eyes.

In order to make a good show, she actually cried for three days and three nights. As long as the media came, she would start crying to the camera. Now she can cry whenever she wants to, and her emotions are ready at any time. It's a pity that she just cried dryly.

It used to be far away, and as long as the voice and emotion are in place, it can arouse other people's sympathy, but now with so many high-definition cameras, everyone can clearly see the expression on the woman's face in an instant.

Except for the big mouth, the crimson throat is clearly visible, the teeth are still covered with transparent strands of saliva, and the fundus of the eyes is dry. If you look carefully, you can't see the slightest sadness or pain.

Now that the meeting has started, the old man sitting next to the woman pinched her thigh fiercely. The next second, the woman howled like a screaming chicken being stepped on. up.

This sound directly interrupted the dean's speech. After pausing for two or three times, the dean simply pushed the microphone, looked at the audience expressionlessly, and did not say a word.

The reporters in the audience waited anxiously.

It's very cold now, and the big guys have been squatting in the cold wind for almost four hours. In order to grab a good position, some media even came here and squatted since last night.

Who wouldn't want to grab the first-hand news reports and wait for the hospital's explanation one by one, but the harsh sound was completely volume pollution, causing all the reporters to frown and look dissatisfied.

The woman didn't realize the current situation at all, and was still crying miserably. Some reporters couldn't help it, and shouted loudly.

"Ms. Zhao, aren't you tired from crying for so long?"

"Ms. Zhao, are you a professional mourner?"

"May I ask how you managed to cry without tears? Do you have any special skills?"

As soon as the woman heard it, the voice stopped abruptly, and she froze for an instant, with a dull expression, because her crying caused the brain to lack oxygen and her eyesight was lax, and she looked like a crazy woman from a close look.

The woman fell silent now, and the old man sitting next to her looked down at the audience with a dissatisfied face, pinched her again with his hands underneath, and muttered in a low voice.

"Useless things, you can't cry!"

The old man's voice is low, but he didn't expect how advanced the microphones in the hands of media people in the city are. For the sake of sound collection, the microphone can distinguish and store almost any small sound, and finally it can be taken out for separate processing.

At that time, the receiver who received the sound information with an ear return in the background quickly cut out this sound separately, continuously increased the volume, and finally saved it in a folder separately.

The news is to have more reversals, so that there will be a steady stream of breaking points and selling points.

The audience can't help but pay attention.

(End of this chapter)