The man standing on the side of the road stared at the messy intersection not far away, lowered the peaked cap on his head, and sent a message to the unfamiliar number on the other side with his mobile phone:
"It's been taken care of."
The room with the curtains tightly closed was dark, the air was turbid and blocked, and there was an aura of decadence and decay from inside to outside.
The mobile phone that was still casually on the table buzzed, and the screen that suddenly lit up seemed particularly clear and dazzling in the quiet room.
A figure suddenly rushed over from not far away. With trembling hands, he hurriedly cleared away the scattered garbage on the table and grabbed the mobile phone in his hand.
The fluorescent blue light on the screen illuminated the man's face.
It's Wang Ruicheng.
His originally fat and plump cheeks had become thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles and bags under his eyes were as heavy as if they had been beaten. The uncleaned stubble spread densely from his chin to his neck, and his hair was messy. , looking decadent and neurotic.
Wang Ruicheng squeezed the phone in his hand tightly, read the few words in the text message over and over again, and then chuckled, his haggard face full of the joy of revenge.
He was originally a branch of the Wang family. He relied on his ability to seduce others and became familiar with them, and finally got a job in this casino. Unexpectedly, he ended up capsized in the gutter of this small place. Not only was he killed That lame man made a trick, and was caught by someone sent by his family. It was said that he brought a young master from his direct line to experience life, but unexpectedly he encountered such a troublesome thing, so now that person in City A Bian started paying attention here.
Now not only has the casino been shut down, but the status that he had worked so hard to earn has returned to zero overnight, and he has also been targeted by the police for investigation.
In order to prevent his scandal from affecting the development of the family, our family has basically kept him in cold storage.
Now that his position has been revoked, even his assets and previously held stocks have been frozen. Now only a few properties are left under his name, and all the friends who gathered around him have dispersed.
Wang Ruicheng slowly slid to the ground. He gnawed his nails nervously and muttered something:
"... Damn it, you brat, you dare to go against me and hurt me so miserably. Go to hell and repent..."
He laughed again.
Han Li hurried to the hospital.
His complexion was cold, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes as black as midnight were full of frost.
He looked very calm, limping along the long corridor, but the palms hanging by his sides were trembling slightly.
The doctor walked over from the other end of the corridor. When he saw Han Li, he subconsciously slowed down his pace and said cautiously:
"Um, Mr. Han..."
Han Li's eyes moved slightly and he looked at him expressionlessly.
His whole body seemed to be enveloped in some kind of depressed and unstable emotion, like the gloomy sea surface before a storm. Under the calm surface there was a terrifying and cold countercurrent wave, which would suddenly sweep in at any time.
The doctor was frightened by what he saw, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Um... Fortunately, I turned the steering wheel in time, and the car's protective performance is good enough. Mr. Xu and Mr. Cheng's health is not serious, and Mr. Xu's only suffered some injuries." He suffered some minor abrasions and will be discharged from the hospital today. However, Mr. Cheng is more serious. His ribs were broken, there was a certain degree of internal bleeding, and his brain was also impacted. He is still under observation for the time being... "
After hearing the words "nothing serious", Han Li's chest rose and fell suddenly. As if he wanted to suppress his surging emotions, he closed his eyes forcefully.
After a while, he finally raised his eyes and looked at the doctor, his voice a little hoarse:
"Where are they?"
The doctor stepped aside to get out of the way and pointed deeper into the corridor:
"Mr. Xu went upstairs for a comprehensive physical examination. Mr. Cheng is still in the intensive care unit..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Li quickened his pace and passed him, walking in the direction of his finger.
Through the thick glass, you can see the simple layout in the ward.
The lamp above the head was as bright as day, illuminating the spacious ward palely. A human figure bulged out from the bed in the center of the room, and the even and monotonous beeping sound of the machine connected to the bed could be vaguely heard.
Han Li's face was dimly printed on the glass, and he looked into the ward through his blurred reflection.
He placed his palms on the glass and exhaled slowly, leaving a layer of light white mist on the glass, and even his eyes printed on the glass were covered with a heavy layer of mist. Thick fog.
From the moment he heard the news of the car accident, Han Li felt as if he had fallen into a state of near nothingness.
It is like a drowning man who cannot lift his head out of the water. There is an abyss beneath his feet and the boundless sky above his head. The endless despair and powerlessness twist into an irresistible rope, dragging him into the dark abyss.
Only now did Han Li feel a little more at ease.
After a simple examination, Xu Bo's body did not suffer any major damage and he was sent home to rest.
Han Li still stayed in the hospital to guard him.
Two hours later, Cheng Chen was moved out of the intensive care unit.
Han Li opened the door of the ward and walked in, slowly walking to the bed.
Fang Zheng was unconscious, his brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed very uneasy.
The more serious wounds on his arms and legs have been treated and tightly bandaged, but there are still many small scratches exposed to the air, the blood has coagulated, and dark red scars are scattered all over the boy's body. It made him look extremely fragile.
Her light brown hair was spread messily on the pillow, her pale cheeks looked a little haggard under the light, and her long eyelashes were quietly lowered, leaving deep shadows on her face.
Han Li stood by the bed and stared at him, his slightly lowered eyes as dark as ink, and some deep emotions seemed to be suppressed in his eyes.
After a long time, he restrainedly stretched out his hand and gently touched his cheek with his knuckles.
The skin of the tentacles was cold and smooth, but Han Li quickly retracted his hand as if he had been burned.
At this moment, the eyelids of the young man lying on the hospital bed moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes -
Cheng Chen blinked in confusion, moved his neck slightly, and then groaned due to the sudden pain.
Han Li's heart beat violently, and he quickly leaned down and looked at him nervously. He asked half in surprise and half in worry:
"Are you awake? How do you feel?"
It took Cheng Chen's unfocused eyes a long time to settle on Han Li. He seemed to be frightened and froze, and stammered and asked in a hoarse voice:
"I, where am I? You... you are..."
Han Li was stunned, as if he suddenly noticed something. He asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"
Cheng Chen glanced at him cringingly and nodded hesitantly:
"You, you are classmate Han Li, right."
His face was full of deep doubts: "Here, is this a hospital?"
Cheng Chen turned his head to look at his surroundings, but was overwhelmed by the sudden pain at the moment of his movement. He couldn't help but cry out in pain:
"Oh, why does my body hurt so much...!"
Han Li's angular face gradually became colder, his slightly pursed thin lips were like blades, and there seemed to be dark clouds brewing under his dark eyes.
He turned around quickly and walked out.
The long corridor was quiet and deserted. The ground reflected an icy sheen under the cold white light, and was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Han Li stood alone in the corridor, his lonely reflection extending from his feet, blending into the dark and blurry edge.
He lowered his eyes, and his cold-faced face was divided by the lights above his head. Half of it was in the light, half of it was immersed in shadow, half of it was handsome, and half of it was gloomy.
Han Li opened his palms and looked over with lowered eyes.
At some point, he pinched out four crescent-shaped blood marks on his white and clean palm. The red blood slowly seeped out, and soon it gathered into a puddle in his palm. A small pool of blood.
But Han Li seemed to feel no pain, and his expression was so calm that it was almost scary.
He took out the cigarette from his pocket with his good hand, looked at it under the light for a long time, and then finally lowered his head and pressed a kiss on it.
—Next time, I will definitely catch you.
Shen Kong had a splitting headache.
The violent impact still seemed to make his eardrums hurt, and his lips and teeth were filled with the smell of rust. Even when he breathed, he seemed to be able to feel the strong smell of gasoline and blood filling his nasal cavity.
He opened his eyes and his vision was blurry.
Shen Kong blinked, and more tears welled up from his pressed eyes. It took him a long time to realize -
I was crying like crazy.
Big tears dripped down his cheeks, making his whole face wet and cold, making him very uncomfortable.
Shen Kong was a little stunned and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but he only heard a clear voice not far away:
"Card!"
The space that had been silent just now seemed to be suddenly activated. The loud voices and the collision of equipment rang in his ears, irritating Shen Kong's sensitive eardrums that had not yet recovered, making him even more dizzy.
An impatient voice sounded above the head:
"Meng Mingxuan, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"
Shen Kong raised his head in the direction of the sound. This temporary identity's original body had well-developed tear ducts. Even now, tears were still flowing down his chin and into his neck, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. The surge continues.
Through his still hazy sight, he vaguely saw a figure walking in front of him. The man looked at him condescendingly, with a strange and distant tone:
"Get up quickly. We've cleared the place and it's time to shoot the next scene. Don't occupy the space."
Shen Kong finally stopped crying in his current body. He shook his still somewhat groggy head and got up from the ground.
He turned around and looked around the place where he was.
This seemed to be a film and television production set. I saw a twisted and deformed vehicle lying in the middle. Under the vehicle was a pool of dazzling blood. A stand-in actress wearing a blood-stained white dress was crawling out from under the car. He got up, took a bottle of mineral water from the hand of the person next to him and drank it. There was a small green screen behind the vehicle, which seemed to be used to add special effects in the later stage.
Seeing Shen Kong stand up, the man hurriedly walked towards the extras not far away. The director on the other side of the studio was negotiating with the actors next to him, and the staff on the studio began to pack up the photography and filming. The sound of equipment, noisy voices and the clash of metal filled my ears.
Shen Kong walked outside the venue, listening carefully to the conversations of people around him as he walked, extracting and summarizing information.
This seems to be the filming site of an online drama, and Shen Kong's temporary identity this time, Meng Mingxuan, seems to be an actor in the crew. However, judging from the attitude of others around him towards him, it seems that the role is not very important.
As soon as Shen Kong walked to the corner, the familiar voice of the system suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Beep! The studio detected an exposure risk at the last key plot point! Send a warning to the corrector once! After three warnings, the corrector will be recalled directly, and all points will be cleared. Please pay attention to the corrector!"
Shen Kong frowned slightly: "So, the car accident just now was planned by the studio?"
The system was silent and did not answer.
The wrinkles between Shen Kong's brows deepened. He lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes, and continued to press forward step by step:
"I remember that because I changed the plot significantly before, the studio could only place me near the estimated time and place, and there was no way to predict the revised plot, right?"
The system's voice sounded again: "Yes, the same is true for this plot node. The transmitted plot may not be able to..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Kong:
"I mean, if you are basically unaware of what is happening in the plot, how do you detect the risk of exposure?"
His eyes were quiet and peaceful, but with a cold edge that was hard to ignore.
The system fell silent again, as if it had never appeared in Shen Kong's mind.
Shen Kong blinked and asked in a roundabout way with a gentle tone: "If you don't tell me how you detected the risk of exposure, how can I prevent this from happening again? After all, the current plot has changed too much. , I will only follow the original plot you provided. Sooner or later, my identity will be exposed again, right?"
There was still silence in my ears.
Just when Shen Kong was about to give up the idea of asking for information from the system, the mechanical voice sounded in his ears without warning:
"I will communicate the corrections officer's request to the studio."
After all, there seems to be some progress.
From the beginning, Shen Kong never believed in the theory instilled in him by this system. As time went by, this rhetoric began to gradually expose many loopholes that were difficult to correct, which made Shen Kong couldn't help but become curious. The truth behind this so-called "Three Views Correction Studio".
- And he is an extremely self-interested person who does everything based on his own interests.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, a pure smile appeared on his lips, and said to the system in his mind:
"Don't worry, this time I will definitely not be as passive as I was last time. I will definitely complete the task well."
The system stopped talking, and he didn't know if he believed what Shen Kong said.
Shen Kong didn't care much. He casually reached out and picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table nearby. Before he could unscrew it, he heard another voice ringing in his ears:
"Hey! What are you doing?"
He turned to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a man who looked like an assistant looking at him with a frown:
"This is the rest area for the leading actors. The mineral water here is prepared for the teachers. You can go over there to get water and drink it."
Shen Kong looked along the man's hand and saw a row of simple chairs crookedly placed at the other end of the set. Several young actors were sitting on the chairs and immersed in reciting their lines. On the chairs were two mottled and rusty chairs. There is a hot water bucket and a piece of skewed printing paper taped to the wall with the words "resting place" written on it.
He good-naturedly put the mineral water back into the distance, walked towards the row of chairs, and left the sarcastic and sarcastic man behind him behind.
A young actor sitting outside saw Shen Kong and quickly stood up to make way for him. Shen Kong calmly nodded to him and sat down on the only empty chair inside.
He reached out and pulled up the coat that was hanging on the back of the chair. There was a work ID card clipped on the chest of the coat, with three words written behind the name column:
Meng Mingxuan.
It seems that this is indeed his seat.
Shen Kong moved his eyes to the photo on his work permit.
In the photo, there is a young man who looks very young, with regular features, a standard smile, and a pair of amber eyes looking at the camera. But... it always gives people a mediocre feeling. Only a pair of delicate and beautiful skin can still catch the eye. For some reason, Shen Kong always feels that this young man's facial features give him some strange familiarity.
Shen Kong stared at the photo on his work permit, with a dark and hard-to-discern expression in his eyes.
Suddenly, he raised the corners of his lips and showed a smile.
—Whether it is the corners of the eyebrows or the curve of the lips, they are exactly the same as the photos.