If it wasn't for the wrong species and the laws of reproduction were not allowed, many people would definitely think that Chen Zhan was the son of the hot search.
The cold shower was sobering, Chen Zhan leaned on the sofa and sighed softly. He flipped through his phone and saw a familiar name on the topic list. He couldn't figure out what Yin Ronglan was thinking. He doesn't ghostwrite and record sleep talk, and the matter of ghostwriting will never appear in the article in the short term.
[System: Realize dreams.]
Chen Zhan was slightly startled.
[System: A long time ago, Yin Ronglan made a wish to appear on the hot search side by side with the host.]
Chen Zhan had long forgotten about this, and with such an explanation, this behavior was barely traceable.
[System: Don't forget your original intention, you can always be.]
"… "
[System: He has all the characteristics of a successful person: firm belief, surprise and investment vision.]
Chen Zhan was originally gloomy, but his eyes softened a little when he heard the last sentence... Having an investment vision indirectly shows that he is an excellent potential stock. Shaking his head, he was about to put down his prejudice and go to the kitchen to find something to fill his stomach. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong. The system actually learned the most high-end tricks.
It seems that the increase in IQ is a real thing.
Having witnessed the terrifying changes of the world with his own eyes, Chen Zhan said leisurely: "It used to be difficult for water..."
He was reading poems in the sad spring and sad autumn. The young man upstairs was so noisy that he couldn't sleep.
Chen Zhan didn't give him a chance to speak: "I'm going to visit the prison, you remember to feed the oil bottle."
The young man's eyes pierced through the glass and fixed on the dog who was sleeping on the lawn in the morning. He suddenly felt that in this home, he and it had the same status. When I came back to my senses, I only had time to see Chen Zhan's back when he left.
It was cool after the rain, the car was driving on the road, and the cool breeze got into the collar through the tiny gap, which made people shiver.
The location of the prison is relatively remote, and it is not as tall as Chen Zhan imagined.
It took some time to hold a meeting to witness. Now it is not as strict as before, and friends are allowed to visit in many places. Through a layer of glass, Chen Zhan saw Mr. Wu. The other party's state was better than expected, and he returned to the calm Gujing appearance.
The meeting process was monitored and recorded at all times, and the two of them were invariably obscure.
"I'm willing to admit defeat," Mr. Wu whispered, "I thought it would be hard to see the sun when I came in."
"But I like it here quite a bit now." He sat back a bit, his tone indistinguishable: "It's worth it without you in prison."
In the face of the unceremonious accusation, Chen Zhan calmly told him that the matter of going to prison was hyped up by the Internet.
Mr. Wu disagreed and asked with a sarcastic smile, "Do you think I would care about this?"
Because he could not carry the communication tool privately, Chen Zhan memorized some hot comments in advance, and reiterated it in a righteous manner: "The comment from the netizen of the ghost house, he burned his house, and later, in order to love him, he did not hesitate to report himself... From netizen Ma Leah's hair... I look far away in the crowd, wishing to meet when I was unmarried..."
But two comments, Mr. Wu has already accumulated disgust in his eyes: "Shut up."
Chen Zhan: "I'm here to say that netizens are waiting for you to write the second version of "Confessions"."
"… "
"As long as you reform properly, you will inevitably be thrown an olive branch by a brokerage company and a publishing house after being released from prison."
"... Get out of here."
"Copy the success of my life," Chen Zhan pretended not to see his resistance, and smiled, "Let's take the flower road."
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Half an hour later, Chen Zhan left the prison.
The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the sun showed a corner.
In such a short period of time, it made him feel like a world away, as if the sunlight inside and outside the wall was different.
The system asked doubts, and in its view, the host did not seem to have the temperament to get into trouble.
"It's just to regulate emotions," Chen Zhan explained that he took his anger towards Yin Ronglan to Mr. Wu, which is conducive to the harmony and stability of the family: "At the same time, it can help Mr. Wu regain hope in life."
[System: Are you sure?]
It is afraid that in the long run, the stranded people will escape from prison and rush to the villa to die together.
Chen Zhan didn't answer, looked at the sun through his fingers, and suddenly wanted to say something sad.
A car stopped on the side of the road and honked its horn twice. Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows and walked over.
Wang Cheng stuck his head out: "Get in the car."
Chen Zhan fastened his seat belt: "How do you know I'm around here?"
Wang Cheng: "I asked Yin Ronglan, he can see the position."
When he said this, his expression was extremely complicated, and he couldn't help but say, "Do you usually... live like this?"
No trust, mutual speculation.
Chen Zhan nodded and talked about the idea of the next book by the way.
When Wang Cheng was approaching his thirties, he originally had the idea of starting a family, but after he said it, he completely lost his expectations for marriage.
The two sides are not on the same channel. Chen Zhan guessed that there is something important, otherwise he would not take the initiative to contact Yin Ronglan: "Is something wrong with me?"
Wang Cheng recovered from his chaotic thoughts, and nodded quickly: "Some readers have watched the foreign variety show and established the Dumeng Divine Sect."
"Dream... Divine Religion?"
Wang Cheng stretched out his hand to fish from the back seat and handed him a small stone statue. The facial features are rubbed according to Chen Zhan's mold, but the eyes are very strange.
"There are also congregants who worship at home every day. By the way, I heard that you need to pay five yuan first to join the association."
Chen Zhan's eyelids jumped, in other words, he became the leader of a cult without knowing it, and he used his appeal without paying a cent.
Wang Cheng's expression became serious: "This matter can be big or small."
As a public figure, he is stared at by countless pairs of eyes. Although Chen Zhan himself has nothing to do with the matter, once it is exposed, he must be the first to be resisted.
The two sides thought about the same thing. Chen Zhan kept staring at the stone statue. The little thing's eyes were slightly dyed with brown paint, and it looked like cheap beauty contact lenses: "It's a pity that we can't order songs in prison."
Wang Cheng didn't quite understand what he meant.
Chen Zhan sighed and began to hum the tune of "You Come Back" softly. I thought that maybe I shouldn't have sent Mr. Wu in so early, otherwise there would still be normal people around.
The person in the family pretends to be a ghost, and the fans promote feudal superstition, all of which want to send themselves to heaven!
"And tell me what to do?" The singing stopped, and Chen Zhan's eyes turned cold: "Call the police directly."
Some people may join with an entertainment mentality, but the initiator is definitely for the purpose of making money.
Wang Cheng nodded: "The case must be reported, and the popularization must be done well." After saying that, he gritted his teeth and emphasized again: "The character of the dreamer must not leave, find an excuse to prevaricate it."
"It's simple," Chen Zhan: "Let the company issue a statement saying that the ability to see through the wanted criminals is due to memorizing the information on the international bounty in advance."
After a few seconds of silence, Wang Cheng said earnestly: "It is more appropriate to send in a personal name."
"why?"
"For that kind of reason, I'm embarrassed to put the official seal on it."
Chen Zhan didn't speak, just looked at him like this, and finally Wang Cheng surrendered first, saying he would do the same.
Starting the car and preparing to leave, Wang Cheng suddenly glanced at the high wall outside the prison through the rearview mirror, with a worry in his eyes: "One day, will I also go in?"
Chen Zhan frowned: "Is it illegal?"
Wang Cheng shook his head, then glanced at him.
Chen Zhan also seemed to think of something, and looked at each other with interest. Except for Jiang Ying, who had a deep intersection, it seemed that only Wang Cheng survived and never entered the police station.
He wasn't the only one who sighed.
[System: Mary Su's halo turned out to be on this inconspicuous fat man!]
There is a car to pick you up, and it is much more convenient to go back. Chen Zhan politely asked if he wanted to go in and sit. Wang Cheng shook his head repeatedly, as if this luxurious villa was a dangerous pansi hole.
The car sped away at the fastest speed, Chen Zhan: "I'm just so unwelcoming?"
[System: No, I am looking forward to seeing the host!]
Chen Zhan sighed faintly.
[System: ... There are only two eyes and a nose between me and people.]
The door suddenly opened, Yin Ronglan should have just returned, still wearing a suit: "Why don't you come in?"
One can imagine how neurotic a person is standing at the gate talking to himself, Chen Zhan pursed his lips, but fortunately the other party didn't ask too much, so he bowed his head and followed him into the door.
Yin Ronglan suddenly stopped and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Mr. Wu."
After listening to Yin Ronglan, he didn't have much reaction, but there was a gloomy luster in his eyes. Every time he asked this question, all he heard from Chen Zhan's mouth was someone else's name.
Because he couldn't see his expression, Chen Zhan didn't notice the subtle changes in his expression, and said softly, "It's a bit strange."
The so-called anger is not a reason to see Mr. Wu at all, more because he only saw the content of confession and remorse in media reports. You must know that splitting into seven personalities can completely open a mental appraisal. To put it in a bad way, even if Mr. Wu is really guilty of homicide, the sentencing will be considered.
Chen Zhan took a few steps quickly, and said to Yin Ronglan inexplicably, "Perhaps you know the reason."
The thinking of these two people is very different.
Three minutes later—
"Seven personalities?" Yin Ronglan shook his head: "It's crazy to play."
"It's nothing compared to your eight boosters." Chen Zhan reminded coldly.
Yin Ronglan thought for a while: "Maybe to avoid it."
Many criminals even go to jail on their own initiative to escape pursuit.
Chen Zhan frowned, wondering what Mr. Wu would be afraid of. Yu Guang saw Yin Ronglan's expression: "What do I do?"
The latter smiled and said nothing.
Chen Zhan felt that he only accounted for half of the reason. If he avoided... would it have something to do with the system rebelling
[System: Prisons are all monitored, and law enforcement officers cannot enter or leave recklessly. The last time I killed An Leng was captured by surveillance cameras and deducted a law enforcer's whitewash value.]
This shows that Mr. Wu's willingness to feel the tears from behind bars is likely to avoid law enforcement.
Chen Zhan asked a more concerned question: "When are you going to rebel?"
[System: The day after tomorrow.]
Chen Zhan's footsteps stagnated suddenly, he didn't expect this day to be so sudden. Thinking about it again, the IQ of the system has been greatly improved, and there are many dreams at night. Naturally, it is more secure to move forward in one go.
The author has something to say: System: When I come back, I will…
Chen Zhan: Don't set up flags indiscriminately. Usually, if you say this, the strong man will never return.
System: When I come back, I will give you a lot of pass rooms.
Chen Zhan: … I got it.