Victoria stepped forward, "Who is it?"
The other party was startled, turned around, and stared at the badge on Victoria's chest, "...Oh, you are the Mercury Needle?"
Victoria didn't answer. She took the business card handed by the other party and glanced at it, only to see it read: Stella Clifford.
"I know you," Victoria smiled and put away the business card, "You are the editor-in-chief of "Daily Anecdote", right?"
"Yes, it's me." Stella nodded happily.
"I have to keep your business card. Some time ago, everyone was asking for your contact information." Victoria teased, "What are you doing here, interviewing?"
"Haha, there is indeed such a hope... But it seems that no one is interested, so I can only go back and wait for the news." Stella reluctantly withdrew her eyes from the women who had walked away. The force immediately fell on Victoria's camera, "Are you taking pictures? Is this also your mission?"
"No," Victoria shook her head, "Just patting her casually."
Stella understood something, and she smiled, "Crying in the face of ruins is very impactful... Do you like photos like this?"
This question subtly aroused Victoria's dislike for the person in front of her. This change happened so quickly that even Victoria herself was a little unsure of the reason - maybe it was because of Stella's smile, maybe it was because of her The too plain tone when mentioning all this... These details gave Victoria the feeling that they were talking about a scenery for people to watch and criticize at this moment, rather than a group of people.
Almost at the same moment, Victoria saw the shadow of Avinash in Stella's eyes - that kind of indifference and arrogance in her bones made Victoria instantly lose interest in continuing to talk to the person in front of her. .
Stella was keenly aware of this change, although she didn't understand why.
"You go about your business." Victoria turned around, "Be careful not to exceed the cordon."
Stella followed immediately, "Why are you leaving? Aren't you curious why these people are gathering here to cry?"
"you know?"
"Ha...I don't know about this either." Stella smiled, "I haven't asked you what you call me yet?"
Victoria stopped and said, "Don't follow me."
Stella was startled by the sudden eviction order, but soon she chased him again - she didn't have time to think about why this person suddenly became so ruthless, but she knew she had to catch up. There are not many opportunities to make friends with mercury needles. Now that one suddenly falls from the sky, how can she not take the initiative?
Who knows if this network of connections can bring about unexpected gains in the future!
"Madam, madam, please wait... Although there are indeed many things I 'don't know', there are also quite a few things I 'know'. It is fate that we can meet here. We -"
"What do you know? Tell me."
"... Where to start? If you have nothing else to do today, we can go back to the city together and find a cafe-"
"I am very busy."
At this moment, Stella was sure that she must have said something wrong just now, but the other party's reaction did not make her flinch - "disgust" is a reaction, and any reaction is better than no reaction. valley
Stella tried her best to keep up with Victoria, but Victoria walked faster.
So Stella started to trot.
"What did I offend you just now? Can you tell me, and I can explain-"
Victoria suddenly stopped again. Stella couldn't stop and bumped into the opponent's shoulder. Then, Victoria grabbed her collar and lifted her up, with only her toes still barely touching the ground.
Stella suddenly felt threatened, and she raised her hands doubtfully and slowly, "Sisters, if you have anything to say -"
"I have nothing to say, because what I hate the most are journalists like you," Victoria said every word as if biting out from between her teeth, "Wherever there is blood, you can see you buzzing. Fei, go finish your work and don’t follow me again!”
Stella:?
Victoria suddenly let go of Stella's collar, she lost her balance, stumbled back two steps, and fell to the ground.
Seeing that Victoria was about to leave, Stella quickly stood up with support on the ground. She quickly went through the conversation in her mind. She still couldn’t figure out what was wrong for a while, but at least she heard the last sentence. understood--
"But I'm not the reporter you think!" Stella shouted at Victoria's back, "If I were, I wouldn't be here today...since you can bring a camera here to take pictures , why can’t I go among them and ask who is willing to be interviewed by me?”
Victoria sneered, "The photos I took will never be published—"
"Then other people can't see the manuscript I wrote now. After all, "Anecdote Daily" was sealed last week!" Stella began to secretly change the concept, she spread her hands, "You made it sound like that I’m not an unscrupulous journalist who would deliberately poke wounds on others with a knife and then show them to readers... How could you just come up and label me like this?”
"..." Victoria was a little annoyed.
Admittedly, her conclusion was indeed a bit arbitrary, but she remembered the avoidant faces of women when Stella passed by the crowd - if she was not the kind of person she imagined, why did other people react that way?
While Victoria was thinking, Stella ran over again, with amazing persistence in this matter: "But it doesn't matter, do you know why, because I have always respected the mercury needle, I I completely forgive your unreasonable prejudice——"
"You shouldn't talk about them in that tone." Victoria regained her original calm, but her eyes were still cold, "If there is nothing else-"
"Okay! As long as you don't misunderstand me," Stella quickly took over the words, "I rarely see anyone using a film camera now, especially the one you use... Capa Camera—it’s very easy to lose focus when shooting moving scenes, isn’t it?”
"...Yes, but it's portable."
"I understand that sometimes you can't take any pictures when you go out with a large-format camera. As soon as you lift the lens, people press it down for you - I mean the kind of situation where taking pictures is not allowed, uh, not in a museum. A situation where photography can cause harm—"
"I know," Viktoria said softly, "I used it to photograph Anna Sokolova before, and everyone with serious equipment was blocked out and not allowed in at all."
"Really, when?"
"A long time ago, down south, before she was arrested."
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