Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
A closed and turbid air rushed towards me, vaguely mixed with the smell of dust and decay that had not been swept away for a long time.
He raised his hand and groped on the wall for a while, then turned on the light.
The pale light tube above the head lit up, illuminating the dark room in front of him. The room was in a mess. Unwashed dirty clothes were piled randomly on the sofa and the ground. The floor and walls were dirty, and the table was covered with paper towels. Covered with unthrown garbage bags and take-out boxes, the already-not-large rental house looked even more cramped.
The original owner didn't seem to be a very disciplined person.
Shen Kong stepped over the garbage and dirty clothes piled on the ground, opened the doors and windows of the balcony, and let fresh air into this stuffy space.
He seemed to be walking around the room aimlessly, but the position of his gaze always seemed to be precise and rigorous, as if every movement had been carefully considered.
Just by turning around briefly, Shen Kong almost had an idea of the image of the original owner.
—Vanity, ego, ambition, low level of education.
He sat down on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and looked through the contacts in the mobile phone and the chat history between the original owner and them.
Meng Mingxuan’s chat history can be summarized in eight words:
To flatter, to please.
He used every means possible to seize every opportunity to climb up, racking his brains to seek all possible exposure.
Shen Kong didn't see many people like this.
He turned off the chat software and searched online for clips of web dramas and part-time roles that the original host had participated in - it was not difficult to find. The original host had saved all the scenes in which he appeared in his phone's favorites, and even had some marginal offline interviews. .
Shen Kong lowered his eyes and watched carefully. The changes in light and shadow on the screen were projected onto his face, dancing in his dark pupils.
Now that he has decided to figure out the true purpose of this so-called three-view correction studio, Shen Kong must stay in this world as long as possible to have a chance to find out the truth, so he must avoid the last time this time crisis to prevent the system from ejecting him from the timeline again.
He has always either done nothing or done his best.
It is never easy to perfectly play and replace someone. Shen Kong once encountered tasks that required him to fully integrate into a new identity, but that basically required at least three months of training and preparation in advance. Start with the smallest details - whether it's the way you speak, the language of your body, the articulation and pauses of your pronunciation, all are key.
Time was really tight this time, so Shen Kong could only imitate under limited conditions.
At this moment, a message reminder suddenly popped up on the phone screen. It was sent by a person named Chai Ge:
"Mingxuan, have you set out for Director Wang's game tonight?"
Shen Kong remembered that Brother Chai was Meng Mingxuan's manager. The original manager signed a contract with a small company. He had a manager with a small artist who was in a similar situation to Meng Mingze. He rarely paid attention to his life outside the schedule.
He paused and clicked on the chat interface between the two people.
Before he could reply, I saw a new message from the other side:
"If you haven't set off yet, don't go. I have a good opportunity here that's just right for you. I think you have great hopes this time. I'll drive to your house to pick you up from downstairs later, and I'll call you when I get there. ah."
Compared with the previous chat records, his attitude this time seemed particularly warm.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and replied in Meng Mingxuan's tone:
"Okay, no problem! Thank you Brother Chai for your cultivation. I will definitely not let you down this time."
Twenty minutes later, Shen Kong's cell phone rang. He answered the call and heard the man's hypocritical and oily voice coming from the other side of the phone:
"Mingxuan, I'm here, come down."
Shen Kong quickly went downstairs and saw a thin middle-aged man waving to him through the rolled-down car window.
He opened the car door and got in.
Chai Zhi smiled warmly and intimately at him: "Mingxuan, you are here. I will take you to a good place to meet the big shots tonight. This is a good opportunity you have been waiting for for a long time. If you are selected, you will have a bright future. Ah, you can have as many of the best resources in the entire entertainment industry as you want. I have always felt that you are the last talented child I have ever brought up. I only found you for such a good opportunity. None of the other artists under me have the same talent. I know."
Shen Kong's face showed an expression of surprise, as if his whole face was lit up by his yearning and desire for fame and fortune:
"Really! Thank you Brother Chai!"
Then, he pursed his lips hesitantly, and after being silent for a while, he asked with some unconfidence: "But, um... Brother Chai, can you tell me what I will choose tonight? I'm so ready..."
Chai Zhi looked around mysteriously, making sure no one was listening before he spoke:
"Oh, don't ask too many questions. It's enough for you to know that it has something to do with some big names above. Preparation is useless. They don't choose based on how you prepare. They look more at the hardware conditions. ”
After saying this, Chai Zhi was unwilling to reveal any other information, and Shen Kong had no choice but to stop questioning.
The car stopped at the entrance of a nightclub.
Chai Zhi whispered to the security guard standing at the door for a while, and then led Shen Kong straight towards the door.
The decoration in the store is magnificent. Even the decorations placed in the corridor are of great value visible to the naked eye. The high ceiling is covered with complex platinum patterns. Chai Zhi and Shen Kong walked to the special store one after another. In the escalator used by members, the button on the top floor was pressed.
The elevator slowly rose toward the upper floors.
In the elevator, Chai Zhi kept telling Shen Kong about the etiquette after entering. Shen Kong pretended to listen carefully, but in fact he didn't listen to a word the other person said.
The elevator stopped. The decoration on this floor was even more luxurious and brilliant than the first floor. However, the wall lights in the corridor were dim and soft, creating a quiet and comfortable environment. The entire corridor was quiet, and almost no sound could be heard. sound.
Chai Zhi led Shen Kong towards the distance in a familiar manner, stopped at the door of the box at the end of the corridor, turned around and said to Shen Kong in a low voice:
"Don't talk after you get in, just wait, don't make any unnecessary noise, you know?"
After seeing Shen Kong nodding, Chai Zhi opened the door and pushed him in.
The light inside the door was so bright that it was almost blinding, and Shen Kong had to squint his eyes to adapt to the sudden change in lighting conditions.
After entering the door, he found that there were already about a dozen young people waiting inside who seemed to be about the same age as him. They stood in a neat row, and each of them had delicate and handsome eyebrows and handsome body. Their shapes are slender and straight, but they all seem to have some weird similarity with each other.
Shen Kong's expression was a little subtle.
Because he found that Meng Mingxuan's face looked somewhat similar to these young people.
And it was this similarity that gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity when he saw Meng Mingxuan's photos.
But I can't remember where I saw it.
At this moment, the door to the inner box was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance walked in, holding a folder in his hand.
He walked forward slowly from the other end of the line. As he walked, he looked up and down at the young man standing in front of him with a businesslike and indifferent look, and then lowered his head at the folder he was holding in his hand. Compare them carefully, and then give two cold orders:
One is qualified and the other is unqualified.
Therefore, young people who are evaluated as qualified will stay in the box, while those who are evaluated as unqualified will turn around and leave.
As the middle-aged man approached, the number of people in the room became smaller and smaller. When he walked in front of Shen Kong, there were only three people left in the long queue that had been neatly organized just now.
The man raised his head and glanced at Shen Kong. His expressionless face had a look of surprise from the beginning. Then, as if to confirm something, he lowered his head and looked at his hands carefully for a while. Holding the folder in his arms, he then said in the same calm tone:
"qualified."
When the middle-aged man turned around, Shen Kong changed his posture without leaving a trace, looking over the man's shoulder to the folder he had been holding in his arms.
The photo above flashes within view.
Shen Kong couldn't help being surprised.
Although it was just a brief glance, the appearance of the man in the photo was clearly imprinted on his retina.
Her hair is soft, her bones are small, her eyebrows are well-sculpted, her amber eyes seem to be filled with fragrant honey, her skin is fair, her nose is high, and her plump lips are naturally light pink. He has a three-point smile. Although he is a young man, he still has a little baby fat on his cheeks and does not look aggressive at all.
Although his appearance had changed slightly from his boyhood appearance, Shen Kong still recognized the identity of the man in the photo—
Ye Jinghuan.
The protagonist of this book.
Shen Kong finally knew why he felt a lingering sense of familiarity when he saw Meng Mingze's face.
Their eyebrows, eyes, and face shapes were similar as if they were printed from the same mold. However, Meng Mingxuan's face looked more worldly and charming, while Ye Jinghuan's eyebrows were filled with a lively and youthful youthful ecstasy. In addition, , Meng Mingze's figure is slimmer and slender, while Ye Jinghuan looks petite and soft because of his small frame.
Shen Kong turned his head and glanced at the other young people left in the room, his eyes slowly passing over their bodies.
-Sure enough, each of their faces has at least one or two similarities with Ye Jinghuan.
Shen Kong frowned slightly, and now he finally understood Chai Zhi's words, "These people only care about the hardware conditions."
—They are selecting people who look similar to Ye Jinghuan.
But... what is it used for
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes, and a pair of amber eyes seemed to have a dim light flashing.
This weird interview ended quickly. Several other young people walked out of the room one after another, with Shen Kong walking at the end.
He slowed down without leaving a trace, then turned sideways into the restroom nearby.
The decoration inside the restroom is as splendid as the outside. The white and smooth marble washbasin reflects bright light under the light. The huge mirror is spotless. The spacious and privacy-protecting space division makes it impossible to see the whole thing at a glance.
Shen Kong put his hand under the faucet, and the warm water rushed down instantly, overflowing from the edge of his palm and between his fingers, and rushed into the sink.
He simply washed his face, then raised his head, and then looked at his face reflected in the mirror carefully under the bright light above his head.
Meng Mingxuan's face is really beautiful.
The eyebrows are trimmed and the nose is straightened, and the cat-like eyes are large and round. The lines from the corners of the eyes to the ends of the eyes are smooth and rounded, and the ends are slightly tilted upward, with an almost charming meaning - this is the most similar thing between Meng Mingze and Ye Jinghuan. place.
But the lower half of his face was almost completely different.
The mandible is sharply defined, the lips are thin and sharp, and there is always an inhumane coldness and indifference to him when he is not smiling.
Shen Kong smiled in front of the mirror, his slightly curved amber eyes rippled with light, and the coldness that had just kept people away from thousands of miles away seemed to melt instantly.
—It’s really an excellent skin.
Compared with the other young people who were also judged to be qualified, Meng Mingxuan was not only more similar to Ye Jinghuan, but also still maintained unique characteristics. These characteristics allowed Meng Mingxuan to maintain the similarity while not being confused. It will become a dull copy.
From this, Shen Kong had some vague guesses about his temporary identity this time.
It's just that... in order to draw a definite conclusion, there must be solid evidence to support it.
He lowered his head and looked at his watch.
It's almost time.
Shen Kong took out a piece of paper to dry his hands, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
The corridor became deserted again. The wall lamps hanging on the walls shone with a soft and warm light. The thick and soft carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps as he walked. He walked quickly towards the box he had left before. But just after turning a corner, Shen Kong bumped into a waiter in a suit and ties.
With a polite and perfect smile on his face, the waiter asked: "What do you need?"
—I didn’t meet anyone along the way, but now I happened to bump into one. My luck was really bad.
Although he is rich in psychological activities, Shen Kong's face is still watertight.
He looked at the waiter standing in front of him as if he had seen a savior, with a slow and difficult-to-conceal worry and anxiety in his tone:
"Great, I finally found someone. Can you help me? I seem to have left my cufflinks in the box just now. Can you let me go in and look for them?"
The waiter said:
"Okay sir, but I have to find the foreman. Only he has the key to the box."
He called the foreman using the pager, and the two of them walked with Shen Kong towards his previous box one after the other.
The foreman took out his key card and opened the door of the box, then turned slightly to let Shen Kong in: "Please."
Although their tone was respectful and polite, their eyes always followed Shen Kong's figure closely, guarding him like sentinels to prevent him from doing anything wrong at all.
Shen Kong walked to the corner where he was standing just now, bent down and searched under the green porcelain for a few seconds, and then shouted in surprise:
"Ah, found it!"
After speaking, he straightened up, a delicate cufflink shining between his fingers.
Shen Kong walked naturally towards the outside of the box. With his other hand, he concealedly and deftly put the mobile phone he had just taken out of the porcelain into his pocket. A series of movements were carried out smoothly.
The illuminated screen flashed between his fingers, displaying three clear words:
"Recording..."
The author has something to say: I guess the little angel who looks like Ye Jinghuan will have a chicken drumstick for dinner today.jpg
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