After being silent for a while, Chen Zhan did not directly answer this question of life and death, but instead said: "Work together and tell your name and date of birth."
[System: What do you want this for?]
Chen Zhan's tone was flat: "It has a big purpose."
After a while, the system spoke again: [The host wants to report me!]
Chen Zhan sighed: "A report requires a date of birth?"
[System: What is the reason for that?]
Chen Zhan said seriously: "If you can't even figure out such a simple problem, don't dream of an emperor."
When it comes to entanglement, the system does not lose to any existence.
During meals, during naps, and even in the gaps between baths, they are clamoring to ask why.
Chen Zhan was upset by it, and lost his patience and said coldly, "I'll use it for you to carve a monument."
Future generations can also calculate how long it has lived from the date of birth and the date of death.
[System: What if... it succeeds?]
Chen Zhan was not deceived and forced to correct: "It's one in ten million."
The system did not give up completely because of this, but fortunately it was quiet and seemed ready to think and make decisions on its own.
Chen Zhan glanced at the calendar and silently wrote down today's date. If the system is gone and never returned, take this day as the anniversary of death and go to incense sticks every year in the future.
At the beginning, in order to create a multi-talented artist, the food account that was built has not been updated for a long time. Seeing that it was still early, I cooked a single serving of tomato hot pot and uploaded pictures.
The bottom of the pot is surging in a small fire, and the lotus root slices are rolled in the middle, and the fragrance is blowing. Chen Zhan's eyes narrowed because of the heat, ready to meditate and enjoy the next meal.
As soon as I picked up the chopsticks, the phone started vibrating on the table.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. Chen Zhan had a premonition that something was wrong, so he switched to mute and started eating.
The caller was extremely persistent, the screen kept flashing light, Chen Zhan swallowed the meal he had just delivered, and frowned.
"Excuse me, is it Mr. Chen Zhanchen?"
Chen Zhan: "Which one?"
The people over there tried to express the situation as concisely as possible, and when they heard the three words of the police station, Chen Zhan's expression changed slightly: "I'll go now."
Encountered a few red lights, when the taxi arrived at the destination, there was already a small circle of people around.
Chen Zhan shook his head and squeezed in. Seeing a middle-aged man whose fingers were cold and red, he couldn't help but say, "I heard that the undead can live in the image."
The man glanced at him, but didn't take another shot.
Looking down from the top of the building, it was like looking down at the dense ants. The man standing on it had already made up his mind. Once Chen Zhan spoke to him, he would jump down.
A police officer was evacuating the crowd at the scene, and the other saw Chen Zhan and came over and said, "The other party has indicated that he wants to see you."
There was still a faint smell of hot pot on Chen Zhan's body, and the police officer gave him a complicated look: "A colleague has already come up to prepare for rescue. Try to say a few words to delay the time. Don't irritate him."
Taking two steps forward, Chen Zhan looked at the person standing above, his lips moved, he retreated before opening his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "What is the name of the person?"
"… "
Back then, the hallucinogen incident was a riot, and even many people who didn't care about gossip knew that the police officer didn't seem to be joking when he looked at him, took a deep breath and said, "Ji Dongyu."
Chen Zhan showed an expression of sudden realization.
Police officer: "He drugged you, can't you remember that?"
Chen Zhan felt a little helpless, these villains were too weak in combat and had a short survival time. Just like a song, only one or two lines of lyrics can be remembered at the end.
Although he can't remember his name, Ji Dongyu's demeanor left a deep impression on him.
Psychologically speaking, the other party is morbid. Ji Dongyu can't accept an artist whose background is not as good as his own but can suddenly become popular. Even if there is no Chen Zhan, something will happen sooner or later.
On the rooftop, Ji Dongyu took a small step forward, and there were exclamations around him.
The policeman lowered his voice: "Just say a few words."
Chen Zhan thought thoroughly: "He just wants me to see him die."
Being ridiculed by the whole network, there is no place to turn around. According to Ji Dongyu's character, death will also leave a shadow on himself.
Standing on the spot, closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he suddenly said loudly, "I'm getting married!"
The air fell silent at this moment because of his voice.
Disregarding the gaze on his side, across several floors, Chen Zhan looked up at Ji Dongyu: "You can't force your feelings, you threaten death... it's useless!"
Having said that, he turned around and walked away.
Several people openly broadcast live broadcasts from a distance, and the platform is too busy with the title alone. The camera clearly recorded this scene.
The policeman came over and held him: "Don't get excited, save people first."
Chen Zhan glanced at the lively crowd: "I won't dance anymore."
Once it jumps, the rumors will spread, and Ji Dong Yuning will not be willing to carry a good reputation on his back.
The short sentence caused quite a stir, Ji Dongyu growled and insulted on the rooftop, indicating that Chen Zhan was talking nonsense.
However, who would listen to it? Even the video that was filmed and posted on the Internet, the people who saw it scolded the unsympathetic person who made the video, and left a comment without hesitation:
"That's right! Ji Dongyu has been quiet for several months after giving Pei Yinqiu medicine. Why did he suddenly attack Chen Zhan again? It's clearly because of love and hate!"
"The hallucinogen... Is he trying to force love?"
"People's hearts are not ancient!"
"Chen Zhan is really unlucky. It was mentioned in "Male God" that being chased by Yin was a moral kidnapping, and now I have met someone who is forced to die."
Ji Dongyu's body is like a small poplar trembling in the wind, looking at the shaky, never crossing the line of defense of life and death.
Chen Zhan's words were a big blow. His face was blushing and his words were incoherent, which provided a good opportunity for the rescuers who climbed up behind him. The two looked at the scene in front of them, and as soon as they summed it up, one of them rushed forward quickly, hugged Ji Dongyu's waist and fell back with force. The other person decisively held down Ji Dongyu's struggling arms and forcibly took him away from the dangerous area.
There was an instant applause from below, and the sighs of a few good people were covered in it.
Chen Zhan saw the various forms of living beings, and no longer went to join in the fun. There was already a mobile phone flashing at him, and he picked up a taxi to leave.
[System: I came up with a brilliant idea to intensify the contradiction between the underlying system and the main system... ]
Chen Zhan interrupted his speech and muttered to himself as he looked at the endless stream of vehicles outside the window: "No one can save your mind."
Before he got home, Wang Cheng's phone had already called: "You are on the hot search."
The tone of the speaker did not fluctuate, and the person listening was even more expressionless.
Both are already familiar with this operation.
After a moment of silence, Wang Cheng said again: "The comments say you want to get married?"
"Just a stopgap."
Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Generally speaking, young artists are more valuable before marriage.
The road was delayed for 20 minutes due to traffic jams.
The originally tempting tomato hot pot had long since cooled, and a layer of red oil floated on it.
Over and over again, Chen Zhan also lost his appetite, and after washing up, he lay directly on the bed and fell asleep.
The next day I got up quite early, too lazy to make breakfast, I put on a cardigan and prepared to go downstairs to buy two fried dough sticks.
Just picked up the key and was stunned for a while, when an envelope appeared on the mat when I entered the door.
Worrying about the threatening letter, in order not to destroy the fingerprints, Chen Zhan found a pair of gloves and put them on, frowned and opened them. Before looking at the specific content, the font alone made his eyes move slightly. The handwriting was familiar, as if it had been written by hand—
If all goes well, this letter should be sent to you on March 19th.
Believe it or not, I am writing this letter to you ten years from now.
To corroborate this remark, there will be a torrential rain tonight. I am very impressed with this rain, and the reason will be left for later.
The content of the letter ended here, Chen Zhan glanced at the weather forecast, which broadcasted sunny weather.
The weather has been dry for nearly January, and many citizens are complaining.
Thinking about Ji Dongyu's matter has already made him hang on the hot search, Chen Zhan hesitated for a while, but did not report the case.
It does not involve personal safety, and it sounds like a fantasy. No matter whether someone is playing a prank or not, once the case is reported, it will definitely be regarded as a hype.
After a long sleepless night, the pointer was just past one o'clock in the morning, and the rainstorm came suddenly outside.
Chen Zhan couldn't remember when he fell asleep, and when he woke up again, the envelope appeared in the same position:
I don't know what you're having for breakfast.
Probably not fried eggs or soy milk fritters.
Who would have thought that in calm days, changes would soon usher in.
No need to panic, all setbacks will eventually be overcome, and you will have a successful career and a happy family in the future.
After staring for a long time, I searched the Internet for surveillance cameras, but I could hardly find any products shipped in this city.
It is estimated that the person who posted this letter also guessed this and knew that he would not call the police and would need time to monitor it.
When night came again, Chen Zhan tried to stand by the window and look down, and within half an hour he felt sore back and legs.
The bright moon was hanging high, and a figure appeared in the unit building. The footsteps were surprisingly light, and the voice-activated lights were not even touched, and they walked alone in the dark.
Accurately walked over the last flight of stairs, stopped outside a house, and shoved a letter inside.
Afterwards, a smile slowly appeared, and there was a slight movement in the door. The visitor paused and lay on the cat's eye... In the darkness, a pair of dilated pupils happened to meet, and a pair of eyes were peeking out from the inside!
Surprised, the visitor took a step back abruptly.
The door opened, and the lights in the corridor suddenly brightened with the sound. Chen Zhan folded his arms and looked at Yin Ronglan with a smile: "I wasted four hours of sleep, you are excellent."
Yin Ronglan is well aware of Chen Zhan's temperament, and generally does not waste time here. Unexpectedly, he did the opposite, and waited patiently.
"Tell me," Chen Zhan picked up the envelope on the ground: "Why do you do this?"
When the unidentified incident happened, Yu Yu, who was in front of him, confessed that he would go the other way, and Yin Ronglan said softly, "Proposal."
The air was silent for a moment.
The smile at the corner of Chen Zhan's mouth froze... Why didn't he see that there was a link that looked like a marriage proposal
Yin Ronglan explained: "I mentioned in the letter that you will have a happy family in the future, which is a psychological suggestion."
After hearing this, Chen Zhan's eyelids jumped: "The change mentioned in the last letter means that you will propose marriage in the next few days?"
Yin Ronglan nodded and looked at the envelope in his hand: "This is the last letter, which records our happy life after marriage in detail."
If you can make the other party believe from the bottom of your heart that you will have a happy marriage in ten years, there is no reason to refuse a marriage proposal.
"...What happened to the rainstorm?"
Yin Ronglan: "God help me."
Chen Zhan kept his eyes fixed on him.
Yin Ronglan avoided looking at each other: "... There was an alumnus at the weather station who heard that there might be artificial rain that day."
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: I want to be kind. Naihe materials are always delivered to the door.