I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 293 It's so scary outside, I want to go home (4800 words)
Hiding in the interrogation room?
No, no, it's too dark in there. And since they are here for the excitement, they must go into the interrogation room. If they go in here, won't they be caught in a jar?
Musk's mind raced when he saw a figure flash by in the interrogation room behind him. Without time to think, he turned around and hid behind the door of the observation room.

"I..." The man just said one word and seemed to be stopped.

"Shh~ Elon! Elon! Are you here? Elon?"

Amber?

Musk's heart tightened. What was going on?
"Snapped!"

"what!"

A clear sound of hitting was heard in the darkness.

"What the hell are you doing?" A familiar voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a rustling sound.

That Zhou Yi kid!
Dry!
It turns out that Amber's cousin has no good intentions.

Elon Musk couldn't help but regret in his heart. Why did he be so bewitched as to listen to her words and run to such a hellhole place?
But what exactly does she want to do?
Want to blackmail someone?
No, not like that.

Although Amber spent a lot of his money, this woman did not show any obvious enthusiasm for money. When she went crazy, she would smash everything and change her face very quickly. She could be sunny and affectionate with him in the last second, and kick him into the swimming pool in the next second if he said the wrong thing.

Lao Ma has seen many gold diggers, but none of them is like this one.

How can there be a gold digger who doesn’t please her sponsor?

What on earth is this woman thinking?

"I saw Elon Musk at the party today, and he said he was very sad, so I asked him to come here as well... Mr. Officer, when I was beaten with a baton, I wanted to see how sad he would be... The glass here is one-sided..."

Then, another sticky sucking sound was heard.

Musk was so angry when he heard what Amber said.

This evil woman!
For a moment, Musk even wanted to rush out and confront this vicious woman face to face. How have I done anything wrong to you that you have to use such vicious means to hurt me?

"Elon Musk? You mean Elon Musk from Tesla? Oh my god, you are crazy..."

Musk heard another strange woman's voice, which was different from Amber's and the woman who just came in downstairs and said she knew how to play.

"Amber, you are even more evil than Kim."

This voice was exactly the same as the woman's voice when these people came in.

Kendall Jenner?

How many people are here?
Just as he was about to rush out, Musk couldn't help but hesitate.

He knows the Kardashian family, and this family has basically no bottom line.

If it helps them hype themselves up, they would even dig up their parents' bones from their graves and make them do the Toei dance.

If Kendall Jenner saw herself here and got some evidence, who knows how they would hype it up?

But immediately afterwards, Musk heard another loud "pia", and at the same time heard Amber scream in pain.

"You Texas bitch, you're being smart again. It seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough. Remember, I'm not an exhibitionist. If this happens again, you'll get out of here! Do you understand?"

"Don't drive me away, my king!" Amber's voice was filled with panic and fear.

"You're such a lowly bitch for getting pleasure from hurting the people who love you. Now, turn on the light and climb onto that table! Go!"

Hearing Amber's panic was as mixed as Musk's. He could never have imagined that Amber, whom he usually treated as a treasure, was actually happy to be treated like this by other people.

Could it be that I am usually too gentle?
Is this what she likes?
With a "click", the lights in the room turned on, and Musk hid behind the door without moving.

"Huh? There's a red dress here." Amber picked up a piece of dress on the table and compared it to herself.

Musk's face changed and he touched his trouser pocket.

Shit! I just took out that piece of clothing and smelled it, then casually placed it on the table.

Fang Yu sniffed and rolled his eyes: "Now, put it on."

That's the battle suit I bought for Amber!!!
Musk roared in his heart, “Mother Earth is deceiving you.”

Some rustling sounds came to Musk's ears again.

Judging from the sounds, several people have already entered the interrogation room, and the lights in the interrogation room should have been turned on.

With a "bang", the heavy door of the interrogation room closed tightly, and silence returned to the room.

I have to say that the soundproofing of the interrogation room is very good. After the door is closed, no matter what happens inside, no sound from outside can be heard.

After waiting for another two minutes, Musk quietly poked his head out and found that the monitoring room was indeed empty.

Eh? Isn't this a one-way mirror? Why can I only see some blurry silhouettes?
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"After you got divorced, you actually wanted to falsely accuse Depp of domestic violence?" Black Monkey, no, it was Fang Yu who hit Amber, who was tied to the interrogation chair with a baton.

Evil and chaos are indeed beyond comprehension.

Even Kendall Jenner, who is evil and neutral, can't understand Amber's thought process.

Both Musk and Depp are very nice to Amber.

Before Depp married her, he even took the initiative to not sign a prenuptial agreement.

In other words, as long as they divorce, she can take half of Depp's property and receive a considerable amount of alimony every month.

That’s not enough, they even want to falsely accuse Depp of domestic violence?
Depp is finished, what else can you get?

Are all evil and chaotic factions acting this way?
"Your role as Aquaman was obtained by Depp from Warner Bros. Do you think that you can destroy Depp now that you have the role?"

"You despicable bitch, use your Bean-sized brain to think carefully. If you do this, will Warner still support you in the future? Are you stupid?"

"Ah... I'm a shameless and stupid Texas bitch... I don't want to do this... but their pain excites me! I can't control myself... Sheriff Guise, I'm guilty... Don't worry about those two little bitches, punish me first! Tear me apart! Eat me alive! Give me what I deserve!" Amber shouted excitedly.

Do you deserve it?

You deserve nothing!
Wait on the side!
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For a model, participating in the Met Gala is the second most honorable dream after being selected as a supermodel.

Maye Musk is no exception.

Over the decades, only more than a thousand models have had this honor.

Unexpectedly, the goal that I had never been able to achieve even at the peak of my career was actually achieved by my son.

Maye Musk was laughing all night.

I am so lucky that my three children are all so successful, especially my eldest son, who has become a great man who changed the world.

As a mother, nothing could make her prouder than this.

Maye Musk looked at the watch on her wrist. It was almost dawn and the preparatory party was about to end. Maye Musk took out her cell phone and was about to call Musk's chief of staff Sam when she saw her proudest son walking towards her in a daze.

Yes, distraught.

Although others might not be able to see it, Maye Musk felt a strong sense of sadness emanating from her son the first time she saw him.

"Elon? Didn't you go to a meeting?" Maye Musk held her son's arm, and Elon Musk finally came to his senses. "Mom~" Seeing his mother in strange clothes, Musk's nose and eyes turned red instantly, and big tears fell.

"Mom, it's so scary outside, I want to go home~" Musk hugged his mother and burst into tears.

Maye Musk: ????????

Is this because he's high again?
Didn’t he switch to a brand that didn’t trigger anxiety and panic attacks?
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May 5, 2:08 New York time
"It's so perfect..." In front of the dressing mirror, Cindy Crawford stroked her cheek intoxicatedly, and really wanted to ask the mirror if she was the most beautiful person in the world.

After consuming four bottles and using Wangshu Tears all over her body for two weeks, Cindy Crawford's appearance changed dramatically.

She in the mirror is no longer the middle-aged white woman in her fifties. Her skin condition has returned to her peak period in her early thirties!

No, just talking about her skin, it’s better than the best time when she was in her twenties!
The reason why white people in Anmai like to tan is not because they really like black.

Objectively, only the wealthy and leisurely classes can afford this thing, and it looks very healthy, so it has become a symbol of class trend.

In this regard, the Beach Rescue team has made an indelible contribution. Before the show was broadcast, very few people in Miami had tanned their skin. After the show was broadcast more than 20 years ago, it quickly set off a tanning craze in the whole of Miami.

The subjective factors are mainly because their skin is too thin. If they have any skin problems, red spots will appear on their body and face, just like eczema and urticaria.

It looks unhealthy and ugly.

After tanning, there will be fewer skin problems in this area, at least the erythema will not be so obvious.

But tanning also has its disadvantages, which is that it is easy to get skin cancer.

The incidence of skin cancer among white people is already higher than that among other ethnic groups. After tanning became popular, the incidence of skin cancer has skyrocketed and is now the number one cancer among white people in the United States.

Now, after applying this magical "Tears of the Moon Goddess" all over her body, not only has her skin color returned to normal, but the common red blood vessels, red blood clots, and color plates on her skin have gradually disappeared without a trace.

The skin is as delicate as freshly squeezed milk, and there seems to be no pores even without applying foundation.

The self in the mirror is just like the Elf Queen in the Lord of the Rings.

If it weren't for the gradual loss and sagging of muscles over the years, I would still look a bit old. Otherwise, if I said I was only in my early twenties, I guess people would believe it.

Amazing!

Cindy Crawford caresses every piece of her skin obsessively.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more she misses her youth.

Originally, I just gave Robbie Myers face because I couldn't refuse, but I didn't expect to get such a big surprise.

According to the agreement between her and Lorraine Nouwen, before the Met Gala red carpet show, she had to arrive in New York in advance, stay in the hotel designated by Lorraine Nouwen and stay at home. She could not let any media see her skin condition or mention her dress style to anyone.

She could already imagine what a sensation she would cause when she appeared on the red carpet.

The number one supermodel in history, who has not been in the spotlight for more than ten years, couldn't help but reveal an intoxicated expression.

For women, beauty is charm, charm is power, and power is the most mellow wine, enough to intoxicate people.

"Cindy, Andy is here, let's go to the dressing room." A white man with gray hair who also looked to be in his 40s or 50s pushed open the bedroom door and poked his head out to say something.

Cindy Crawford's husband Rande Gable was also a model before. He started the wine business and founded a company specializing in the production of tequila with George Clooney many years ago. Currently, this company has one of the highest market shares in the high-end tequila field and is said to be negotiating an acquisition with some wine giants.

"Has the dress been delivered?" Cindy Crawford asked anxiously as she entered the hotel's dressing room and saw her stylist Andy Watson.

"I just called Isa. They will deliver the dress on time at 2 o'clock this afternoon. Don't worry. Tsk, tsk, Cindy, what kind of magic was cast on you? You look better than when I first met you. It's really a miracle."

Andy, the stylist, was fiddling with Cindy Crawford's hair with her fingers raised, and she was praising her looks.

After hearing what the stylist said, Cindy Crawford became a little anxious: "How come it can only be delivered this afternoon? If it doesn't fit, won't there be time to adjust it?"

For such occasions, couture dresses are rarely purchased by guests themselves; most are loaned out by the brands and the ownership belongs to the brands.

Therefore, in order to make them fit better and achieve better effects, these dresses will be temporarily adjusted to ensure the wearing effect.

However, Cindy Crawford was not anxious because of this, but because she loved the dress too much.

She had seen that dress only once a week ago, and its dreamlike beauty was enough to take her breath away.

When she tried it on, she was so excited that she had an asthma attack.

Especially after turning off the lights, I feel like I am surrounded by stars, like a dream.

After the outer dress turns into a transparent galaxy, you can see the sleeveless suspender dress you are wearing inside, showing off your figure to the fullest.

Who is this designer that Lorraine Nouwen hired? I have never heard of such a great designer.

Cindy Crawford scoffed at the so-called new fashion. She would never use a few paper clips as necklaces, saying it was fashionable.

In her opinion, this is a blasphemy against fashion and beauty.

At first, she felt a little regretful when she returned the Balmain dress. Although the sequined dress prepared by Balmain was not special enough, it was full of design sense.

She thought that with this year's shitty theme, this inconspicuous dress might even rank at the top in photos.

It’s not fashionable, but at least it’s not ugly.

Saw her dress at Michelle Monaghan's the other day, it was so ugly.

A bunch of artificial leather matched with sequins, no matter how good the design is, it can't withstand this low-end and cheap feeling. I don't know whether it was made by an independent designer who became famous through hype.

That idiot also said that this is ecological PU, which is made of recyclable and environmentally friendly materials. It sounds really funny.

From hairstyle to makeup, the actresses participating in the Met Gala usually have to spend six or seven hours on their styling before going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, of which the hairstyle alone may take two or three hours.

Cindy Crawford's mind was not at all on Andy who was busy with her hair. She was flipping through a fashion magazine in her hand, but her eyes involuntarily glanced towards the door.

"Lorraine Novin has delivered the dress! Issa is downstairs." Rande Gable brought Cindy Crawford the news she wanted to hear most.

Although he also needs a stylist to take care of him, it is much simpler for men. It mainly involves a slight trimming of the hairstyle, trimming of the eyebrows and nose hairs, and a change of clothes. That's basically it.

Isa's full name is Isabel Bennett. She was previously an editor at ELLE and was recruited by Robbie Myers to be the client relations director.

"Hurry up and let me see it! Ouch!" Cindy Crawford stood up suddenly when she heard the news from her husband. Andy was holding a few strands of Cindy Crawford's hair in her hand, which were pulled off suddenly.

Within two minutes, two escorts in black suits came to the dressing room carrying a flat wooden box.

"My baby~" Open the combination lock, lift the lid, pull down the zipper of the dust bag, and uncover the three layers of acid-free paper. Cindy Crawford's eyes are just not that big. If Amanda said this here, she would definitely be laughed at.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Andy, hurry up! I'm afraid I'll be tempted to put it on soon."

Cindy Crawford sat back in the makeup chair, resisting the urge to wear the dress now, and urged her stylist.

"Of course, relax, we all know that you will be the real focus tonight."

Andy curled her index finger, curled up another bunch of Cindy Crawford's hair with the curling iron, and pointed at the number one supermodel in the mirror.

"Perhaps, you could consider making a comeback?"

If you don’t play Black Monkey, you are Yang.

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(End of this chapter)