Song Yu invited Su Tingrui's father, his university acting teacher, and the deputy dean of the Film Academy to have dinner. It was actually still early, but he was afraid that the traffic jam would delay him, so he left early.
As soon as she entered the city, Monica called. She lowered her voice and reported today's results: "Mr. Song, I went to the police station at noon. The Internet police have tracked down the IP address through the registration information of the poster. The post was posted by a black Internet cafe located in a shanty town, but fortunately, that Internet cafe has surveillance, and the police have locked the poster from the surveillance video. It is a young girl, who should be the so-called female fan that Xiao Zhou sent back to the hotel that day. Now the police are looking for people through the surrounding surveillance video, and they should be able to find them soon."
Song Yu was not surprised by what was expected.
Monica added: "As for Zhou Bang, I was afraid that Brother Meng would see something, so I asked Jiang Cheng to run for me. After Zhou Bang attacked Yanqing, he fled back to his hometown in City B. The police We have already rushed to City B to catch him."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Yu thanked her.
"Hey hey, you're welcome." Monica smiled innocently and said with some guilt, "I bought a bag with your card, but it's really a bit expensive..."
Song Yu received a consumption reminder message last night, and smiled softly: "It's not expensive, you can choose another one."
Monica happily hung up the phone.
When he was walking in the nursing home just now, Chai Richeng also called him and told him that he had checked Meng Shiping's whereabouts for the past two years and found nothing unusual. There is no footprint of Meng Shiping in large entertainment venues. The implication is that Meng Shiping may not really have any bad habits, but there are some clues about Meng Shiping buying scripts for Fang Gan.
The reason why Meng Shiping has been Fang Gan’s broker so many times without being caught or exposed is because Fang Gan spends money generously. Another point is that Meng Shiping’s methods are so clever that the original author who was cheated usually dare not speak up.
But Chai Richeng found out that an author of an online article should have been cheated by Fang Gan and Meng Shiping's collusion, but he couldn't provide evidence, so he complained secretly on his Weibo account from time to time that he was cheated by a certain screenwriter. The boss lied to me. He gave a lot of details, and a few fans guessed that it might be Fang Gan. But his Weibo followers are only over 10,000 in total, and there are only dozens of comments on Weibo. No one cares about what he said, and some people say that he spread rumors to sell his popularity.
You have to have enough patience to search for this clue to find out. Chai Richeng spent a lot of thought.
As for whether Meng Shiping and Han Jin were colluding behind the post, Chai Richeng had to wait for the police to catch the rumor-monger before he could act.
But there is no need to rush everything at present, the most important thing is to relieve Zhou Yanqing's difficulties first.
After hanging up Monica's phone, Song Yu looked at the time, and there was still an hour before the agreed time, so he took a detour and went back home. Although the sanatorium has a good environment, there are not many young people. There are entertainment places like billiard rooms, chess and card rooms, and movie theaters, but they are played by the elderly. Even the movie theaters show opera movies. Zhou Yanqing is obviously participating Do not go in.
Song Yu went home to pass the time with a few books for Zhou Yanqing, and brought him a can of chili oil by the way.
For the past two days, because of the wound on his head, Zhou Yanqing ate very lightly, especially spicy food, but he was fond of spicy food. His appetite has not been very good these two days, like a kitten eating of.
The wound on his head is not big, and it heals quickly, and the stitches will be removed in two days, so let him take it first, and let Aunt Zhao watch it carefully so that he doesn't steal it. But Zhou Yanqing himself is a self-disciplined and obedient person, so he probably wouldn't steal food.
Thinking so, Song Yu sped up a little.
After getting out of the elevator, Song Yu paused at the door for a few seconds before pressing the password. After the voice prompt that the password was wrong, he suddenly remembered that he had changed it two days ago. Press the password for the second time, and with a beep, the door opens.
Song Yu took a deep breath unconsciously before walking in.
This is his home, but in fact, every time he opened this door since he was reborn, he felt very heavy, as if stepping into his own grave, and stepping in again after two days, his mood was very different.
Time was running out, Song Yu didn't make any more pretentious hurts, he didn't even change his shoes, and went up to the second floor neatly.
The empty bookshelf has been filled by Zhou Yanqing's bookshelf, most of which are classical literature, and Zhou Yanqing's impression is as beautiful as these books that have been edified by the years.
Song Yu picked out a few books that were worth reading, and when he picked up the last one, a collection of poems next to him fell off the bookshelf and hit the ground. He glanced down, and a stack of things that seemed to be homework or test papers fell on the back of his feet, and he could see the light red pen writing seeping into the back of the paper, which seemed to be two numbers.
Song Yu picked up the book and the paper on the back of his feet, and after a closer look, he could confirm that it was a test paper.
Because the paper has turned yellow after a long time, there is still a faint smell of paper.
Frowning and hesitating for a second, Song Yu spread out the test paper, which was a math paper for a sophomore in high school, with Zhou Yanqing's name written on the binding. Song Yu raised his eyebrows. It turns out that a person's handwriting can have such a big difference at different times. Zhou Yanqing's handwriting on this paper is sharp, but on the notebook full of secrets, his handwriting is like this. Cone drawing sand pen, the force is even but not sharp.
Song Yu recalled that night on the island again, when Zhou Yan was lying on the bed with a slight fever, with a wet towel on his forehead, and under the dim light, he said that he used to be stubborn, reckless, and had a bad personality. But he later met a very gentle person who taught him a lot.
Zhou Yanqing didn't finish the rest of the sentence. He fell asleep early because he was drowsy with fever, but the meaning was already very clear. Later, he met a very gentle person, who taught him a lot and changed him a lot.
Song Yu rubbed Zhou Yanqing's name on the test paper, and when he thought that the gentle person in Zhou Yanqing's mouth was himself, he felt a burst of heat. But it's unavoidable to think, what if it's not him at all, it's just him being sentimental, after all Zhou Yanqing never admitted it himself.
Sighing lightly, Song Yu was about to put the test paper back as it was, when his eyes fell on the upper right corner and stopped. There, a jumping little dolphin was drawn with a black signature pen, the lines were random, and the place where the wrong pen was placed was also scribbled. Song Yu recognized at a glance that this little dolphin was made by him. He really doesn't have any artistic talent, but such a simple stick figure is so ugly, but it is precisely because of the poor drawing that he can be sure that it was drawn by him.
Song Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at the little dolphin, his heart beat suddenly, and some blurry images couldn't help jumping out in his mind. The seat by the window, the midsummer sunshine, the boy with red eyes, unfortunately, he couldn't connect these images together.
Glancing at his watch, he saw that there was not much time left.
Song Yu took a picture with his mobile phone, returned the test paper to its original place, packed his things in his handbag and hurriedly left the house.