Not too many people pay attention to international news. Most of them watch political current affairs, and most of them glance at the headlines for this kind of small-scale news.
There are always exceptions.
The Lin family maintained the tradition of reading newspapers. When Lin Chiang read newspapers in his spare time, he swept to this section.
"Chen Zhan." He read the name word by word from his mouth, and his face instantly turned cold.
Jiang Ying was washing the fruit, and when she heard the words, she came over to take a look, and couldn't help but feel amused: "There are mosaics on the faces, you can recognize it."
Lin Chiang said coldly, "If I lose a bone, I can tell if it's his."
Jiang Ying gave a meaningful 'oh': "Last time my friend came, but you called the wrong person with a sheet mask. Now your eyesight has improved?"
Lin Chiang's analysis: "You have the same hairstyle, and she still wears your headband. She can't tell her height while sitting on the sofa, not to mention that I can see it from the back..."
Jiang Ying interrupted: "But you can recognize one of Chen Zhan's bones."
"… "
It's not because of too much persecution!
Jiang Ying didn't bother with him, and looked at the news: "Yin Ronglan doesn't seem to be accompanying him. Could it be a cold war?"
Lin Chi Ang was not interested in other people's family affairs. After a while, he suddenly curled his lips slightly, closed the newspaper and said, "I don't know how Yin Ronglan feels when he sees this."
The client responded to his questions with actions.
Since June 6th, Yin Ronglan, who has always been low-key, began to frequently appear in the financial news section:
"Yin's Group Acquires Tetra Recart Beverage Industry", "People and Power: One Man's Giants", "Yin's President Intentions to Cooperate with Automobile Giants"...
- Front Battle.
Yin Ronglan deliberately suppressed the news from fermenting on domestic platforms, but he could not hide it from the eyes of insiders.
"It's scary, Chen Zhan actually walked out of the country!"
"Good thing! He should have opened his eyes to see the world, rushed out of Y City, and stepped into the world!"
"What is Yin Ronglan doing? Cursing him through the news?"
Discussions abound.
Yin Ronglan naturally didn't want to let others watch jokes for free, and touched the dog in the yard: "It's time for him to come back."
The dog didn't understand, so he barked twice.
The tacit understanding between the two sides is very deep. Chen Zhan, who is far away from another country, saw the financial news, and at the same time witnessed Yin Ronglan's determination to let the sky know not to admit defeat.
The spirit of dying without apology is very touching.
If you don't go back if you make a mess like this, once you get on Weibo's hot search, I really can't imagine it.
After inquiring with the police station, the two addicts will be released in three days. Chen Zhan booked a flight ticket for two days later, and planned to take a walk around the neighborhood for the rest of the time to see if there were any souvenirs that Yin Ronglan could bring back.
[System: Hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.]
Chen Zhan stopped it from continuing to sigh with emotion: "Let you pay more attention to the headquarters, did you find it?"
The attention of the system can easily be distracted, and the immediate response: [Instead of suppressing the message about the host, the headquarters is helping to promote this trend in private.]
After discovering this inconsistency, it had to push back the idea of rebellion.
Chen Zhan didn't feel strange after hearing this: "What else?"
[System: One thing is still uncertain, but if it is true, Mr. Wu should come to you.]
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows, when did he even learn to play dumb
[System: and host studies.]
He spoke with pride.
Chen Zhan sighed, it was really a bad school.
Restraint well concealed curiosity, and without further digging information from the system, went to the nearby commercial street according to the original plan.
When it comes to eating, the one that is convenient to carry is chocolate. Yin Ronglan didn't like sweets, so Chen Zhan chose a few cute keychains, and the extra ones were going to be used in the readers' lottery.
At the checkout counter, he happened to meet a robbery with a knife in his headgear. Chen Zhan didn't bother to waste time, and slapped the man with an elbow in the chin.
Robbers and cashiers screaming.
One was in pain, the other was frightened.
Chen Zhan kicked away the knife in the robber's hand and urged the cashier: "Look for money."
If I knew it would be so troublesome, I should get a card before going abroad, which is much more convenient than scattered cash.
The cashier had already called the police, smiled gratefully, and was about to speak when Chen Zhan spoke first: "I have left the business card on the table. If there is a bonus, please contact me in time.
After talking, pick up your things and leave.
Fleeting disadvantage was fully confirmed when he saw Mr. Wu standing beside the villa.
"You don't seem surprised."
After Chen Zhan entered the password, the door opened.
Mr. Wu looked around and said, "It's not like your style."
Chen Zhan didn't want to waste time discussing the origin of the villa. A few days ago, he thought that after the night school incident, the other party would not bother him for a while, who knows that things are impermanent.
Mr. Wu is somewhat similar to Yin Ronglan, and likes calculating people who do not reveal any traces.
Before he opened the hypocritical courtesy, Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Let's get straight to the point."
Mr. Wu put down a lot of small printed pieces of paper, all of which are murder cases.
These cases have never been solved, and the way of death is strange. Chen Zhan didn't read the contents carefully. According to the date, he found the earliest case, which was on the 1st of last month. He pondered for a moment: "The headquarters is cleaning up the stranded people?"
Mr. Wu looked at everything with a complicated expression: "You are a terrible opponent."
Chen Zhan said shyly: "I haven't been to a university, so it's inevitable to pay more attention when something happens."
"..." Reversing his ugly expression, Mr. Wu took a deep breath: "Guess how many stranded people there are in this world?"
Chen Zhan glanced at him, lowered his head and fell into silence, only to realize the long-standing misunderstanding. In his opinion, most people will definitely choose to return to the original world after their mission to meet their relatives and friends. In fact, more people choose to stay.
Some of the wealth at your fingertips may already have a family in this plane.
They have reasons to stay.
Mr. Wu let out a sigh: "Who knows what you will be facing when you go back, how the flow of time will flow, maybe your relatives are long gone."
Chen Zhan looked at him: "This is just an excuse you made."
Mr. Wu shrugged, noncommittal: "Laundering value is everything. The amount earned by completing the task is limited, and it has no value."
From a business point of view, they all seem to work for the headquarters. As seniority grows, creativity declines, and a system is wasted. Naturally, the headquarters will find ways to lay off staff.
Chen Zhan glanced at the paper on the table: "Are these things that can't afford the protection fee?"
Mr. Wu: "The task is completed smoothly, how do you know that the whitewash value will be so difficult to earn after customs clearance."
Speaking of this, he smiled badly: "Not everyone has the foresight to exchange for death props."
This is what he hates Chen Zhan the most, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is jealous.
Because the other party chose the right path, they should not obey the system from the beginning and complete those garbage tasks.
Chen Zhan got up and closed the curtains: "What does it have to do with me?"
He has no right to interfere in the choices of others, and the result of the choice has nothing to do with him.
"Some people are incompetent, some..." Mr. Wu dragged his tone and looked at him with schadenfreude: "It's just too capable to be feared."
Chen Zhan picked up one and read the content: "The system pays the most attention to the rules. The headquarters will not attack me. Letting and suppressing is the means of the superior."
Mr. Wu asked, "How are you going to deal with it?"
As far as he knew, Chen Zhan would never act as a chess piece obediently, cooperating with the headquarters' actions.
"Live seriously and earn whitewashing value with your own efforts." Chen Zhan mentioned by the way: "I'm writing a script recently."
With unbelievable eyes, he continued: "You stay here first, and come back to China with me in two days, it will be safer."
Mr. Wu: "I don't lack whitewashing value."
Chen Zhan nodded: "But if you manipulate other stranded people to do bad things, you might be destroyed by the group."
It's clearly caring about people's words, but why does it sound so terrifying
Mr. Wu finally chose to stay. In order to prevent being calculated by Chen Zhan, he basically locked himself in the room.
After all, it was only two days, and it was over.
I don't know who the two of them infected the bad luck to. Late that night, when Chen Zhan was writing the script, there was a sudden red light outside.
A small white dot flew across the night sky, and the man who rushed into the lawn from outside the iron gate shuddered and fell to the ground.
With such a big movement, Mr. Wu naturally opened the door.
"What happened?"
Chen Zhan went out with the bucket and sighed, "Call the police."
Burned like this, there is no breathing, and at first glance, it is hopeless.
Before the police came, Mr. Wu's tone was somewhat sarcastic: "Isn't the trouble here?"
The law enforcers deliberately killed people here, at least it can make Chen Zhan feel blocked.
The focus of the two sides was obviously different. Chen Zhan squatted down to examine the body: "It turns out that the stranded people know no borders."
Mr. Wu looked on with a cold eye, as if he just disliked the air pollution caused by the corpse: "This is the fate of not being able to pay the whitewash value."
Chen Zhan was already familiar with the process of taking a statement.
In another interrogation room, Mr. Wu suddenly realized that Chen Zhan took advantage of it and acted as a witness for the other party for free.
To his surprise, the questioning from Chen Zhan took a long time to end, and two policemen followed them to the villa afterwards.
On the way, Mr. Wu wanted to ask what happened, but because there were other people present, it was inconvenient to speak.
As soon as Chen Zhan entered the room, he first turned on the computer, opened one of the documents, and roughly translated it in a foreign language.
Mr. Wu stood aside, and the more he listened, the more frightened he felt. The content he read was similar to those of those who died tragically.
Chen Zhan communicated with the police in fluent language: "This is my newly written script."
"Mimic killing?" One of the policemen frowned.
Chen Zhan frowned: "But my article has never been published, and the manuscript has not been lost, how could it be..."
The two police officers looked at each other, and finally locked their eyes on Mr. Wu at the same time.
"… "
I fuck you uncle!
No matter how good the upbringing is, it cannot withstand the resentment at the moment.
Mr. Wu was taken to the bureau again for questioning, and the system jumped out: "So the host was plotting against him early in the morning?"
Chen Zhan smiled and gently touched his round head: "Calculate what he does?"
The ball is unclear why: "But the article was not written like this two days ago."
"I've read all the reports." Chen Zhan stood up: "The way the law enforcers kill the stranded people is nothing more than the use of fire, lightning, water, etc. Since they choose me to kill people, fire and lightning are the most convenient."
With a specific method of death at the door of your own house, it is too ostentatious during the day, and the time must be late at night...
Combining these factors, he has written about five different ways of dying, and this is just one of them.
The ball shuddered.
Chen Zhan: "Presumably tomorrow, the media will report on this case."
System: "What's the benefit to the host?"
"The law enforcers want to implicate me in the trouble, just..." Chen Zhan said very calmly: "Maybe at the end of the day, there will be competition for the copyright of this script at home and abroad."
The case in the novel is staged in reality, what a gimmick.
"… "
Chen Zhan smiled and continued to touch the ball: "What is your expression?"
It looks like he got on a pirate ship by mistake.
The system froze: "There is no evidence, presumably the person will be released soon."
Chen Zhan: "I won't suffer if it makes Mr. Wu feel more uncomfortable."
It is estimated that in another day, the police will have to come to him.
It was also Chen Zhan who created too much international news a few days ago, which made the police put their suspicions on Mr. Wu for the first time. When they calmed down, they would find that the author who wrote this was the one to be observed.
System: "The host is not worried?"
The corners of Chen Zhan's mouth were slightly raised: "Just in case, I set up surveillance outside before."
The addict who originally lived here was guilty of a thief, and naturally it was impossible to pay for this kind of thing.
Two days later, City Y.
The villa was thoroughly cleaned and the ingredients were fresh, waiting for another owner to come home.
Seeing each other for a day is like every three autumns.
I haven't seen you for two days, and I'm haunted by dreams.
The first seven can be passed... It stands to reason that Chen Zhan should return slowly.
It's a pity that Yin Ronglan didn't wait for the news of his return. That night, he saw a very familiar face on the news network.
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: I don't want to either.
Yin Ronglan: …