Chapter 2278: Gotham Music Festival (26)

Clark told Hal this truth as briefly as possible, saying: "Since I met Professor Schiller, I realized that usually people's mental pain is heavier than physical pain, and the mind also needs help more than the body. If not necessary, don't use any means to increase their emotional pressure, otherwise it is very likely to produce irreversible consequences."

"If they are still firm, then even if we are just assisting from the side, we can make progress. If they collapse because of too much pressure, then no matter how much we help, it is still useless."

"And the human mind is more fragile than we think, so if they show resistance, we may need to slow down our attitude, rather than having to force them to do something."

"If they come here, it is the method he thought of to reverse the situation, rather than intending to commit suicide. In this case, we should watch from the side and provide silent help. Rushing up rashly to disrupt his plan is more likely to cause his mentality to have problems. What do you think?"

Hal sat on the ground leaning against the wall, didn't look at Clark, but stared at the ocean and said: "You have become mature, Clark. I still vaguely remember when you first arrived in Mexico, you were like crazy, wanting to rush up and beat all those people away."

Clark laughed with his shoulders shrugged and said: "Who hasn't had an impulsive time? Didn't you also get hot-headed at that time? If Oliver hadn't stopped the two of us, we would have spent all our time fighting with the drug lord's bodyguards."

Both of them were silent, sitting outside the pier waiting hall, blowing the sea breeze and watching the waves, watching that mysterious Great Continent cruise ship sailing from the distant skyline. The seawater swayed ripples at the stern of the ship, and the white traces formed when it spread out were like a huge seagull.

"Wait." Hal seemed to suddenly remember something and said: "I saw a person in the waiting room just now. He might know what exactly happened to Oliver."

"Who?"

"Tupac, the rap singer from the West Coast like Oliver."

"But didn't Oliver say he didn't know him?"

Hal climbed up from the ground, clapped his hands, adjusted his slightly wrinkled suit pants, and said: "Yes, they might not have known each other before, but don't forget what Oliver revealed in his words. He wants to know him, and it was when he was facing a big trouble."

Clark also stood up and said: "That's right, people don't have the mood to chat when facing huge pressure. Although Oliver appeared very relaxed, his nerves must be very tight. Every word he said at this time is useful."

Clark also felt it made sense. Hal clearly expressed some disappointment, but didn't say anything. Clark still said: "If this is the case, it might be our misunderstanding. Let's not disturb you, let's go wait over there."

After saying that, they both wanted to turn back to the waiting hall, but Hal stopped Clark, recalled it, and said: "I remember Tupac is facing some trouble recently."

Only then did Clark recall that the guests who appeared here without boat tickets were all because they were facing some unsolvable troubles, so they wanted to board the ship and gamble for life and death.

And Tupac's appearance here proved that he was also facing trouble. And if they talked to him about Oliver's matter at this time, would it also add trouble to him?

But at this time, Hal had already crossed Clark and walked in, saying while walking: "Oliver is unwilling to tell us the trouble he is facing, maybe he feels that we can't solve it either, and it is indeed possible that this is the case. We all know that he is walking on the edge of a cliff, and no one can guarantee that they have such earth-shaking power to fill this big pit."

"But the trouble Tupac is facing might be much simpler. He is just a rap singer. I heard that he had conflicts with some rap teams on the East Coast before. This kind of trouble is a piece of cake for us. We can completely help him solve the trouble, and then figure out what exactly is going on with Oliver from him."

Clark clearly also felt it made sense. The two of them walked back into the waiting hall together and saw Tupac huddled in the corner of the room.

He is a black man who is not tall and strong, even thinner than the vast majority of his own race. Without those shiny gold chains, earrings and nails nailed everywhere, and the hand gestures of gang rap, he looks like an ordinary black boy, silent and squatting in the corner, and no one even recognized that he is a big star.

Although the situation of black people in the United States in this era is still not very good, world-class big stars are still recognized. It's not that these people in the upper class are not vain. If they found that there was a West Coast rap king here, they would definitely rush over to take photos with him.

Hal felt this way of dressing the first time he found him, so he thought he might not want to attract attention, so the two didn't make a big splash, but quietly touched over from the wall.

Hal called Tupac in a low voice. The black youth turned his head in surprise, found that they were two strangers, and withdrew his gaze again, sighed, and said: "Alright, it's me, don't shout, signatures and photos are both fine."

Clearly Tupac took them as fans, but what made Hal a bit surprised was that his attitude was very good, his speech didn't have the aggressiveness that many people stereotypically had about rap singers, and his tone didn't have any aggressiveness, even could be called gentle.

"Hello, we saw you from the other side of the room just now. Are you also a tourist who bought a ticket to board the ship?" Clark chose to stand at the same angle as Hal, instead of coming to the other side of Tupac. He knew that doing so might make people feel very stressed. After all, he and Hal were both relatively strong. Two such white men sandwiching a black man in the middle easily caused their stress response.

Tupac waved his hand and said: "It's too hot in the middle, I'll stay here for a while, you probably won't see me on the ship."

Clearly he thought Clark and Hal were both tourists who bought tickets to board the ship, and were not on the same path as him, although the facts were indeed so, but Clark and Hal could see that he was absent-minded and wanted to perfunctory.

"Alright, we originally wanted to find you to chat."

As soon as this sentence came out, the black youth immediately became vigilant. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Hal and said: "You aren't my fans, who are you? What are you looking for me for?"

Hal and Clark both felt that this vigilance was normal. Now this era, the segregation between black people and white people was still quite serious, and the anti-racial discrimination movement was not as justified as in later eras, and could only be said to be just starting. Black people are vigilant against white people, and white people are vigilant against black people.

If you use a simple and vivid metaphor to describe the relationship between black people and white people in this period, it is probably that white people are the masters of the house, and all facilities in the house serve white people, including furniture, home appliances, and also guns and ammunition. Black people are tenants. A part of them can use these things, but the vast majority live a primitive life in modern society.

Once black people and white people conflict, white people's control over everything in the house is absolute. They can easily drive out the unwelcome tenants, and then change to another batch of more obedient ones.

So the vast majority of black people are avoiding conflicts with white people. Living in a warehouse is better than living in a yard, and living in a yard is better than being driven out. Many black people think so.

So even if medical, legal, and security systems are not open to them, they still want to stay in a powerful and wealthy country as a phoenix tail. And those vigorous anti-racial discrimination movements in people's impressions are actually just because the voices of the radical faction are relatively loud, and they don't represent that they are numerous, nor can they represent the collective will of the black race at that time.

In order not to stimulate Tupac, Hal could only slow down his tone and said: "We have no malice, just didn't expect to meet a big star here, but more importantly, a friend of ours mentioned you."

Tupac remained unmoved, and a look of disgust appeared on his face, but it seemed that there were concerns, so he didn't speak out to choke fire.

Hal and Clark both felt helpless. Now they deeply realized the disadvantages of racial discrimination. No matter what two white people say to a black person, it sounds like bullying.

Saying that meeting a big star here sounds like teasing, and a more malicious interpretation is like saying, do you deserve to be a big star with this cowardly look?

And saying that a friend mentioned you seems to be ironic about this friend's taste, actually going to listen to black rap.

Although the two of them said facts and had no malice at all, the background of the era now leads to the fact that these two parties simply cannot communicate.

Clark clearly felt that Tupac's psychological pressure was increasing. He didn't want to continue like this anymore. After all, if Tupac is also going up to gamble for his life, their influence on him is very likely to pose a threat to him.

But just at this time, a young man wearing a baseball cap also slipped over from the wall. After taking off his hat, Hal and Clark found that he was another white man.

He wore a black t-shirt, gray sleeves, jeans that were washed a bit white, had a crew cut, wore gun-gray earrings that were not high-profile, and his skin was slightly red. He was an ordinary white man who could be easily met on any street in the United States, and his style was completely different from the rich people in this whole room.

"I have to say, there are so many people here, you two must stand here?" This white man scanned Hal and Clark with sharp eyes and said: "What's special about this brother? Or are you two plainclothes police?"

Although it sounded like he was mocking Tupac for being a criminal, they could all clearly hear that this white youth was here to relieve the siege.

This made Hal and Clark feel very surprised.

First of all, Hal and Clark are indeed two white men, but more importantly, they also belong to the very strong kind among white people. Hal is okay, his body is strong and well-proportioned, like a practitioner who exercises all year round, but Clark is a bit exaggerated. This kind of double-door muscle hunk only appears in classical bodybuilding competitions. That is really thighs thicker than Tupac's waist.

As we all know, bodybuilding is not a cheap hobby, especially professional bodybuilding. Those with smooth but relatively small muscle lines may be manual laborers, but those who are big and dry are definitely rich people.

Strong and rich white men are the most untouchable people in this country, because you don't even have the chance to fight him desperately. Regardless of whether people are taking drugs or not, big muscles mean strong power.

And in the United States where violent law enforcement is extremely common, the pressure brought by two such white strong men is very strong, because you never know whether he will pin you there and then strangle you to death on the spot.

The Floyd case was so sensational because it happened too late. In the era before 2000, such cases couldn't be said to happen every week, but almost every day at the intersection of every black and white community, and there was no one who cared at all.

So this made the white youth's behavior of standing up for black people look extremely shocking, even carrying a Gotham-style absurdity.

Tupac was clearly also shocked. He raised one drooping eye, carefully looked at this white youth, and showed a sudden realization expression.

"What's your name?" Hal asked.

"Call me Eminem." ===== CHAPTER 2279 =====