Chapter 2295 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Seven)

Chapter 2288 Gotham Music Festival (twenty-seven)

Tupac stepped forward, waved his arm in a gang-like greeting, and then clasped hands with Eminem.

"I've heard about you. Dr. Dre, a white rap artist, said that your song "Infinite" is very good, and he is considering whether to discover you."

Eminem looked very surprised. He reached out and touched the bottom of his nose and lips. His Adam's apple moved and said, "Really? I thought no one would listen."

"We listen to every West Coast rap song, and most of it is garbage, but you can also find gold." Tupac lowered his eyes again. He didn't seem very energetic, but because the black skin was not obvious, it was not very visible. Is he exhausted?

If Hal and Clark were really two white people who came to bully Tupac, they should target Eminem at this time. Racists hate white people who defend black people more than black people. People hate themselves more. The traitor in the group.

"You came just in time. The two of us really didn't come here to cause trouble for him. We heard a friend mention him. And our current friend is in some trouble. We want to know if he knows what's going on."

Clark's words were very sincere, and it would be difficult for someone who was stared at by his blue eyes to tell you that you were lying.

Tupac seemed a little hesitant, he always seemed hesitant, but Eminem stopped him with his hand, looked at Clark and said: "Is your friend a fan of his, or do you really know him?"

"They are alumni of a high school, but they may not know each other." Hal said truthfully: "But you may have heard of him, Oliver Queen, the heir to the Queen Group."

Tupac showed a look of recollection, but Eminem shook his head and said: "If they haven't actually met, then I'm afraid it won't be of much help. You can talk about it, but if it doesn't work, you can Make sure you don't cause trouble for anyone."

Tupac looked at Eminem with some surprise. Before they met Eminem, they would think that a white guy who raps is probably a young man who is full of food. In fact, there are many such people. They are just I like the fantasy gang life.

But Eminem seems to be very good at dealing with people at the bottom. He is careful with his words, behaves diplomatically, and never gives in. This is the survival wisdom that only belongs to people at the bottom.

Tupac felt at ease. He understood that in this country, the rich were a minority, whether black or white, and the poor were the vast majority, and there were also many white people at the bottom.

"I promise you, we will not cause trouble for anyone at any time. We are here to help our friends." Clark raised both hands to show that he was harmless and said: "He is in trouble. But unwilling to tell us, we can only find out what happened to him through other methods."

"When we found out he was in trouble, he mentioned you Tupac, and we didn't think it was innocent, so if that's okay..."

"I don't know him." Tupac said: "I have almost never heard of this name. I may have heard about the Quinn Group on TV news a long time ago, but I don't remember it anymore. I never met him in high school."

Clark sighed. He knew this would happen. Hal was obviously a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything. Clark still said: "If that's the case, maybe we misunderstood. I won't bother you. Let's go over there." Later."

After saying that, the two of them were about to leave. At this time, Eminem and Tupac realized that they were not here to cause trouble. Tupac pursed his lips and said, "Tell me what kind of trouble your friend encountered." , I may not be able to help, but I am willing to listen.”

Clark and Hal looked at each other again. He was a little unsure whether to say it, because this is an extremely sensitive topic in the United States. All media have the same tone. Once he says it, he must face that the other party may not stand by him. risk on their side.

Hal was more aggressive on the issue and said, "Mexico, he's got some trouble in Mexico."

Eminem looked confused and didn't understand what he was saying, but Tupac's expression suddenly became serious. He lowered his eyes again, touched his earlobe and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. But I must get out of here now, if you can find me on the ship."

After saying that, he turned around and left, even knocking Eminem away. This sudden change in attitude made the three of them stunned. After reacting, Clark looked at Hal and said: "He must know something. "

"Absolutely." Hal also confirmed his idea and said: "His attitude is very strange, beyond common sense."

Eminem glanced at them, but ultimately decided to go after Tupac. Clark took out his phone and said, "I'm going to find out what kind of trouble Tupac has been in recently. Is it related to rappers?"

So the two of them started looking at their phones together, and then they discovered that there was another protagonist in the rap battle between the East and West coasts-Christopher.

"To be honest, I don't know why I came here." The big man sighed while holding the wine glass: "I don't understand why he wants to solve the problem between us in this way. This is difficult for anyone." No good."

"If you ask most people here, they will say so." Schiller gently clinked glasses with him and said, "But whether they really think so, I don't know."

"I know that most people are not." Christopher said very bluntly: "Although they say that this way of solving the problem is too radical, since they appear here, it proves that they approve of this way."

"And you too."

"No, I'm going to get on the boat. I just want to see Tupac because I know there's no other way to see him and he doesn't want to see me at all."

"Aren't you going to bet with him?"

"Fuck it." Christopher shook his head and said, "There is a popular proverb on our street, 'The best way for you to die is to die on the street taking drugs,' because if you Dying like this may be a good thing for many people. They will be relieved from their worries about you, and their sadness will be temporary. "

"This also proves one thing. If you choose to die in the casino, or even don't have the courage to die there, it will definitely bring disaster to everyone who worries about you. That is the most shameful coward."

"I know a lot of gangs prohibit gambling," Schiller said. "At least in Gotham, if you take drugs, you might die in a gunfight by mistake, but if you gamble, you might get shot by your boss. Beat to death."

"It's like this everywhere." Christopher was not surprised at all by Schiller's knowledge of gangs, because he knew that no one in Gotham had anything to do with gangs.

"I'm by no means saying that taking drugs is a good thing. I've suffered a lot from it." Christopher stretched out a hand and said, "But it may also make you crazy and hurt the people around you, but not around you." If you are a good person, you will be punished for it.”

“But if you gamble, the people you hurt must be those who believe in you the most and want to save you the most. Because they love you and believe you will change for the better, they will continue to give you money to pay off your gambling debts. , This is a crime that cannot be washed away even in hell, and the devil will spit on your coffin."

There was a wonderful rhythm to Christopher's speech, as if he had intended these words to be put into song, and in fact he had had an idea.

"Can you tell me about Gotham people's views on gambling? Doctor." Christopher looked at Schiller and said: "I rarely have the opportunity to meet someone as knowledgeable as you. This has been the case since I decided to get on the ship. The only good thing.”

"Actually, I think I don't know Gotham people well enough, but I think I can share my opinion." Schiller shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "It's a cliché that gambling destroys people's values. But I think the most interesting thing about the emotional changes that a person who is addicted to gambling displays is that throughout the process, their humanity is slowly being wiped out and their emotions are slowly disappearing.”

"Do you think these people were able to deal with the disappointment and sadness of their loved ones calmly in the first place?" Schiller asked.

"Of course not." Christopher shook his head and said, "I have seen this kind of people. They will sincerely repent at first, and they will toss and turn and stay up all night, but in the end nothing will change."

"This is what's interesting. Their emotional systems are normal at first. When they see their loved ones sad, they will also be sad, which proves that their empathy organs are functioning normally."

"But what makes this organ gradually rusty?" Schiller asked a question, and answered himself: "Perhaps it is too frequent dopamine stimulation, which can blunt the empathy organ."

"The pleasure of gaining and controlling is a long-term source of dopamine for humans. If you repeatedly experience strong such stimulation in a short period of time, you will become obsessed with this pleasure and amplify their effect in your brain. When your own voice When it gets louder, other people’s voices become much weaker.”

"Until this loud noise is roaring in your head, like a whole fleet of cars racing through the ravines of your brain, and you wish they would never stop and let you listen to it."

"Then those originally normal voices and the sadness transmitted to you by other people's advice will make you feel bored. Do you think it will affect your ability to focus on listening to yourself and prevent you from amplifying the pleasure you experience well? So you Block them as much as possible.”

"If you do this for a long time, the empathic senses can shut down until you barely hear the sounds anymore."

"The metaphor about drag racing is so amazing." Christopher took out a pen and paper from somewhere, started writing quickly and said, "I think there will be a song on my next album to explain the gambler. In his life, when he wins money, he will be like the king of the world. Let me use the most gorgeous words to describe the most passionate moments in his life. I hope to use this metaphor. "

"Of course." Schiller nodded and said, "It's my pleasure."

Christopher put away his pen and said: "Again, Doctor, I rarely have the opportunity to meet professionals like you. After all, the community where I live does not even have a doctor, so I still want to hear about your expertise. Opinion, what do you think happened to Tupac? How could he hope for this?"

"I'm afraid that on other occasions, I would have to discuss the consultation fee with you first." Schiller laughed and said, "But thinking that my metaphor will spread around the world along with your masterpiece, I will be happy to provide it to you." A free consultation.”

Christopher laughed heartily, touched Schiller's glass with his glass and said, "I'm afraid I will steal more such exquisite metaphors in this consultation, and maybe these songs can be spread to further places, perhaps to the moon and Mars."

"What do you think of Tupac?" Schiller asked.

"In fact, I once misunderstood him." Christopher sighed and said, "This may be the root of our conflict. I once knew him through his music, but I found that he was not the person in the songs he wrote. He was a little...too pessimistic."