Every May, the biggest event in New York's fashion and entertainment circles is the charity dinner held by the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The most attractive part of the dinner comes from the various monster and weird looks of celebrities and supermodels.

Here, there are often the most avant-garde designs and the most incredible costumes, with beauty and ugliness reaching the extreme.

Kim Kardashian listened to Bruce's suggestion and wrapped herself tightly in plastic tape with the "Kardashian" LOGO written all over it, setting off a red carpet incident.

Celine Dion wore a super tall feather headdress. Because it couldn't be installed in the car, she had to open the sunroof of the car and stick her head out.

There are also men who put on skirts, women who dress up as cats, etc.

In comparison, Taylor Swift, who is wearing a tight white dress and dressed as an angel, is too ordinary.

It is not easy to stand out among so many monsters and monsters.

In the media area in front of the multi-story steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, reporters are also talking about it.

"Alessandro Ambrosio wore angel wings directly on the red carpet."

"Kardashian's tape suit is so eye-popping, I bet a bottle of bourbon that Kim must have a master behind her."

The host then asked about Leonardo DiCaprio and also mentioned Gisele Bundchen, who was also present today.

Martin answered: "He'll be here soon, waiting for you to give him the code."

Under the car, seven people, Martin, Mene, Xing Xinxin and Leonardo, were wearing white silk formal suits and standing in the car holding on to the handrails.

At that moment, the characters of Nicholson and Leonardo were all sublimated, stepping on Martin and climbing to the low point of moral integrity.

Nicholson pointed to the heavy plastic coffin that was carried away on the steps and said: "You are eighty years old, why do you accompany Martin and Leo to fool around? Because you want me to really relax and be happy.

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A host from New York whispered: "Jack, they are so cool today!"

The bastard eight-person group has thick skin than the support wall of the Little Metropolitan Museum. They don’t care about that at all, but instead look for interesting things in it.

If you look at it more casually, it's not funny at all, because the hand is chubby.

"Yes, it's very obvious that the video door is being manipulated. We should dig out the person behind her."

A small group of security personnel came over to maintain order. A supervisor from the organizer approached Martin and the eight of them and shouted a few words. The eight of them stopped and walked down the steps of the Little Metropolitan Museum together.

"Will Nicholson lie outside the coffin?"

"I heard that Hollywood's most famous troublemaking trio came to New York and seem to be attending tonight's red carpet."

Xing Xin kicked the side of the coffin eight times in a row.

This kind of scene has never happened in the North American fashion and entertainment circles.

Of course, it’s not like many people are angry that we are stealing the limelight and are looking at us with envy and hatred.

Not only the media reporters and the melon-eating crowd watching the red carpet, but also the guests who had not yet retreated to the Little Metropolitan Museum, all ran out to eat the amazing melon together.

"Is Nicholson dead?"

A hand with pale skin and long nails was raised from outside the coffin.

With the attention of countless people, seven people, including Martin and Leonard, carried Nicholson's coffin to the back of the few steps on the red carpet and placed it carefully on the ground.

Because there was too little noise after that, as soon as we retreated, we became the center of attention and hid.

Leonardo was resigned: "One of the purposes of you and Jack coming to New York was not to save Xing Xin."

Martin said loudly: "Welcome to you, little Earl."

At the feet of the seven people, there was a strange, cartoonish European-style coffin.

Classic Count Dracula look.

The fat Count Dracula of Nicholson's new era took out his sunglasses from his pocket, stuck them under his face, and called to Martin and Leonardo: "Your servants, come and take a photo together."

"You have always had problems with your personal relationship with Xing Xin. You are best friends and best partners, but you just don't have the same views on the role of the Dark Knight." Nicholson ended and changed the direction according to the script, and put his arm around Martin's shoulders: "

I followed your advice and was too immersed in the role of Big Chou, which led to some psychological and spiritual problems."

Martin nodded in agreement: "It's difficult to step in and out of a role like the Big Ugly, and it's even harder to come out. Your psychiatrist even said that you developed a hidden personality because of it."

But someone has done it before climbing out of the coffin on the red carpet.

I seized the opportunity and boasted: "The effect of that nonsense was wrong. They saw that Martin's smile was straightened out."

Nicholson is a very loyal person, and Martin certainly cooperated with me at that time, and his smile was less tense and carefree than in recent public appearances.

Nicholson has spoken out.

The host asked about the so-called conflict between Nicholson and Xing Xin.

A few people looked at the eight people coldly, thinking about how to stay cool tonight.

Nicholson added: "You must have met Satan before you would doubt his lies and lie down outside the coffin to walk on the red carpet."

"I feel like Celine Dion has been surpassed by her. Who can surpass her?"

All tape outfits, feather heads, and angel wings must be put aside!

The order on the red carpet was slow and chaotic. There were too few reporters and it was too crowded. Very few people rushed out of the isolation zone.

Nicholson acted like the youngest member of an eight-member group and said: "Of course, the eight of you are the best partners, the coolest and most fashionable super group."

Although the shape is not unique and looks very similar to that of the European Middle Ages, it still prevents it from being a coffin!

Xing Xin said seriously: "Jack, show some professionalism. It's still time for him to make a public appearance. Are all the eight Oscar winners just for nothing?"

Immediately afterwards, Nicholson, with his hair slicked back, wearing a white and red cloak, showing two long fangs, sat up from the coffin.

After the interview, the eight bastards retreated to the back hall of the Little Metropolitan Museum.

Nicholson quickly reminded: "Shake it quickly, shake it quickly, you will vomit slowly."

The organizer's media interview area is set up under the platform of the steps.

Under the seventh trail, a yellow bus hurriedly approached and gradually approached the main entrance of the Little Metropolitan Museum.

When the camera flash shines on it, it doesn’t look scary at first glance.

Leonardo and Nicholson pushed Martin out together: "Those are all Martin's ideas. I am a top planner and the idea expert of your eight-person group!"

In past red carpet ceremonies, reporters have seen sedans, off-road vehicles, convertibles, etc., and they have never seen anyone coming by bus.

Martin was "touched" by the two bad brothers and nodded repeatedly.

The host's microphone was sent to behind Martin: "How did he come up with those ideas?"

"There are only Xing Xin and Leonardo, where is Nicholson?"

As soon as the eight-person bastard group went down, they were surrounded by cameras.

"Look, wait, there's a bad car coming!"

"Nicholson Martin Leonard?"

I gave a blast to The Dark Knight, which was released in January.

Nicholson's voice suddenly came from outside the honeycomb air holes of the coffin lid: "Are you still here? Those bastards are going to drag you to the cemetery and bury you alive, right?"

"What a bad little car!"

Nicholson grabbed his cloak and stood up unsteadily. Maybe he didn't lie down for long, and his legs and feet were numb. When he stepped out of the coffin, he almost fell.

It cannot be said that it is rare at all. Every year in the small Halloween parades in New York and Los Angeles, there are not a hundred people dressed like that, nor seventy.

I put a hand under Martin's shoulder, looked at Martin affectionately, and said solemnly: "Brother, he must win the war with the big ugly and get rid of it completely."

Xilindi looked at Xing Xin, then at Leonardo, and her eyes fell first on the coffin where Nicholson was lying. She thought to herself that each of the eight idiots was more reliable than the last.

Mene saw Celine Dion at the bottom of the steps and ran down.

I said rather exaggeratedly: "There will never be one in the future. Even if there was no one before, they were just his imitators."

Among them, Nicholson pressed the button, and with a loud bang, the coffin lid made of heavy plastic suddenly exploded and fell to both sides of the red carpet.

In order to prevent wrinkles, the seven people sat on it again before changing their clothes.

Seven people lifted Nicholson's coffin.

As hundreds of onlookers stared in surprise, the bus opened its narrow front door, and seven women wearing white silk dresses actually carried a coffin from under the bus.

Celindi automatically entered the bodyguard position.

The host asked again: "Who planned all that?"

There were seven people carrying the coffin, followed by Martin and Leonardo.

Martin had poor eyesight and slow hands, so he quickly helped me.

The media reporters were like crazy. Regardless of the restrictions in the media area, they rushed out of the enclosure one by one and dispersed to the back of the red carpet. They frantically pressed the slow shutter of their cameras to capture the amazing scene.

"Do you think that history, fashion, magic and legend can be combined ineffectively, and it turns out that the effect is very bad." Martin finished his nonsense and said specifically: "Actually, you learned those things from "The Dark Knight" directed by Nolan.

Inspired by the novel, this film integrates those..."

"Does he want to be famous in the whole city and become the focus of New York?" Leonardo will give Nicholson a chance to retreat: "Old bastard, he thinks about it, he has never been on the red carpet since.

No one walked down the red carpet lying outside the coffin?"

"As expected of a group of eight, they are really capable of causing trouble!"

The bus stopped behind the red carpet and Martin said: "Guys, it's over."

Leonardo can deal with such problems more nervously when he is drunk or not.

Young Master Leonor also whispered: "Welcome to you, little Earl."

Mene had been looking inside, and when she saw the low feather tiara that I helped choose, she just wanted to carry the coffin under the red carpet quickly, and then go to find Celine Dion, whom she missed so much.

Eight people stood behind the steps, facing hundreds of cameras, posing in the coolest poses.
Chapter completed!