Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

At three o'clock in the morning in the film and television city, under the street lights, Zhang Yu squatted on the pedal of the RV and boiled medicine.

The astragalus and wolfberry rolling in the casserole glowed amber. When the drone circled overhead for the seventh time, he raised his hand and threw the residue into the night sky.

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground in the darkness, and green smoke with the smell of bronze rust rose from the green belt.

"The third one." Executive agent Lao Lu came over with an e-cigarette in his mouth, "How about we apply for police protection?"

"There are three senior police officers among Genting's shareholders." Zhang Yu rubbed the golden needle and chuckled. The tip of the needle reflected a lighted window in the hotel opposite. "Go check the registration information of room 1608. There was a reflector signal just now."

The set of "The Great Doctor" was shooting a major scene today, but Zhang Yu was stopped outside by the props team.

Bai Bing walked over the bronze fragments scattered all over the floor, her skirt sweeping over the remains of the bronze tripod with inscriptions on it: "We have temporarily changed the filming to the laboratory scene. Your costume today is a genetic protection suit."

In the locker room, Zhang Yu touched the chip slot on the lining of his protective suit and suddenly remembered the problematic stones in the building materials city.

While he pretended to tie his shoelaces, the gold needle had already picked open the outer casing of the wiring board - the miniature camera was facing the dressing mirror, and the memory card was affixed with Genting Capital's anti-counterfeiting label.

“Action!”

The moment the shadowless lamp came on, Zhang Yu discovered that the "laboratory" setting was a perfect replica of Sanxingdui Pit No. 8.

Extras wearing protective clothing entered the venue carrying a bronze model of the sacred tree, with fluorescent blue liquid flowing in the test tubes embedded in the trunk.

When he read the line "The genetic code will eventually reveal the origin of mankind", black slime suddenly seeped out of the ground, and spelled out the oracle bone character "escape" along the gaps between the floor tiles.

"Cut!" Bai Bing suddenly called a halt. "Teacher Zhang's microphone has moved."

When she went forward to clean up personally, Zhang Yu smelled the scent of cadaverine mixed with her perfume - the smell of preservatives commonly found at archaeological sites.

During lunch time, the health tea distributed by the venue staff was beautifully packaged.

Zhang Yu used a silver needle to test the poison, and the tip of the needle instantly turned bronze.

He pretended to accidentally spill his tea, and the green smoke that came out from the liquid corroding the floor tiles was exactly the same as the wreckage of the drone that was shot down last night.

"Teacher Zhang, can we take a photo together?" The new doctor on the team timidly handed over his notebook.

When Zhang Yu signed, he caught a glimpse of blood stains on the hem of his white coat. The hospitalization wristband exposed from his cuff showed the patient number: SSD2023-08 - exactly the same as the excavation number of Pit in Sanxingdui.

When work was over in the evening, Zhang Yu was taken to a private club by a business car.

Under the crystal chandelier, five platform executives were passing around a bronze wine jug.

When he took the wine glass inlaid with jade cong, the holographic projection that appeared on the wall of the glass turned out to be an image of Guo Yu's medical records.

"Xiao Zhang, I heard you are taking the doctor qualification exam?" The CEO of a video website turned his jade ring, "We are planning to host the 'Chinese Medicine Arena', and the champion will get the qualification to be specially appointed to a Class 3A hospital..."

Zhang Yu's acupuncture bag suddenly vibrated, and the magnetic needle left by his father pointed to the screen of the club.

He approached under the pretext of sobering up and discovered that the Suzhou embroidery screen was embedded with a bronze plate, and the engraved star map matched the light show pattern of the Genting Capital headquarters building perfectly.

The gym was empty in the early morning.

Zhang Yu's rhythm of hitting the sandbag suddenly paused - bronze liquid seeped out from the gaps in the boxing bandages.

When he removed the bandage, he found the GPS coordinates written in blood on the inner layer, and the location turned out to be a warehouse in the building materials city.

"Come out." Zhang Yu sneered at the air.

A stalker wearing a mask came out from behind the locker, holding a syringe with the Sanxingdui logo in his hand: "Brother, don't you know acupuncture? Give me a micro plastic surgery..."

The golden needle flew past the fan's ear and triggered the fire sprinkler the moment it hit the wall.

In the rain mixed with the smell of mugwort, Zhang Yu grabbed the other person's wrist, and under his lifted sleeves, electronic shackles were revealed - the same type that Qin Hao wore on his ankle.

The next day, three hot searches were released: #Zhang Yu privately meets with platform boss#, #List of mentors in the National Medical Arena#, and #A top star is suspected of causing medical trouble#.

When fans were controlling the comments, they found that the IP addresses of all the black posts pointed to the Sanxingdui Ruins Protection Area.

At the recording site of "The Great Detective", a piece of bronze fragment suddenly appeared in the pocket of Zhang Yu's white coat.

When he was "improvising" in front of the camera and using the debris as a scraping board, the blood plasma prepared by the props team suddenly boiled, and the steaming mist condensed into the ancient Shu character "尸" (kill) in the air.

"This effect is amazing!" The director slapped his thigh while staring at the monitor. "In post-production, add subtitles: The sincere doctor will drive away the evil spirits!"

When we were finishing work, the girl who worked on the field handed us a calming sachet with a blushing face.

Zhang Yu opened it and found that the filling was mixed with human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum, and the roots were entangled with microchips.

When he used a gold needle to activate the chip, the holographic projection showed the top-secret files of Genting Capital's gene bank - the DNA sequences of thousands of patient files, which corresponded to the numbers of the unearthed cultural relics in Sanxingdui.

On a rainy night, Zhang Yu analyzed blood samples in the laboratory of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The red blood cells under the microscope were mutating into bronze patterns. The moment the petri dish suddenly exploded, he saw the reflection in the broken glass: Bai Bing was burning the jade halberd in a basement somewhere, and his father's face was dancing in the flames.

The phone vibrated wildly, and the president of the fan club sent an urgent email: "All the fans' cameras captured mysterious light spots, and computer analysis showed that they were bronze inscriptions!" In the attached photos, there were fragments of Sanxingdui cultural relics hidden in the background of every Reuters photo he took.

At four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yu stood on the top floor of the warehouse in the building materials city.

The drone network formed the outline of the bronze sacred tree in the night sky, and he threw out a magnetic golden needle to pierce the core node.

On the wreckage of the crashed drone, the anti-counterfeiting label of Genting Capital was oozing black mucus under the moonlight, gradually condensing into Guo Yu's face...

The fluorescent tubes in the accounting firm were buzzing, and Zhang Yu's fingers, which were flipping through the box office betting agreement for "The Great Doctor", suddenly stopped.

In the additional terms on the third page, the unit of measurement for the "box office achievement reward" is not currency, but the cultural relic number in the unit of "piece" - SSD-1109 corresponds to the latest bronze sacred tree accessories unearthed from Sanxingdui.

“Mr. Zhang, this part is Genting Capital’s business secret.”

The auditor pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the reflection from the lenses covering the electronic lines in his pupils, and said, "I suggest you pay attention to the net profit sharing clause."

Zhang Yu's pen made a sharp sound as it scratched on the paper.

After the ink penetrated three pages of paper, invisible fluorescent writing appeared on the last page - it was a special invisible writing ink made from corpse oil, recording the transaction records of Genting’s overseas auction houses in the past three years.

When he pretended to spill the coffee, the pattern formed by the splashing liquid completely overlapped with the cracks in the tiles in the building materials city.

"That's all for today." Bai Bing suddenly burst in, her Chanel jacket stained with bronze rust, "Ayu should go to record "Chinese Medicine Arena"."

Backstage in the studio, Zhang Yu was pressed in front of the smart makeup mirror.

When the AI ​​powder puff scanned his face, it suddenly reported an error: "Abnormal metal elements detected", and a bronze composition analysis table popped up on the display.

He took the opportunity to insert the golden needle into the USB port, and the copied data stream was mixed with ancient Shu characters.

"Welcome our star mentor!" When the host shouted out the opening words, Zhang Yu was staring at the cheongsam girl in the contestant seat.

The clinking sound of the jade bracelet on the girl's wrist was exactly the same as the audio waveform of the bronze bell in the dream.

When she demonstrated the Zhuyouke spell, the smoke from the burning yellow talisman condensed into the stock code of Genting Capital in the air.

There was an abnormality during the live voting session.

Every time the number of votes for Zhang Yu's team reaches 1109 million, it will be automatically reset to zero - this is the mysterious number of the cultural relics unearthed from Sanxingdui.

When he used a gold needle to modify the scoreboard circuit, the high-voltage current suddenly backfired, but was conducted into the ground wire the moment it touched the skin. The floor tiles shattered, revealing the bronze circuit board underneath.

"Is this the explosive point you want?" Zhang Yu blocked the program PD in the bathroom and pressed the golden needle on the other's carotid artery.

The man took out his mobile phone tremblingly. The internal chat records of Genting showed that the hot search word for tonight was #张煜 数据骗局#.

The fan data center is brightly lit late at night.

Zhang Yu sneaked in disguised as a cleaner and saw twenty rows of computers automatically generating fake accounts.

The blue light from the screen illuminates the world map on the wall, and each light spot corresponds to the direction of the smuggled Sanxingdui cultural relics.

When he inserted the magnetic needle into the host, all monitors simultaneously played Guo Yu's ward surveillance - the vegetative patient's fingers were twitching at the frequency of Morse code.

"Brother, hurry up!" The president of the fan club suddenly jumped down from the ventilation duct.

The girl tore open her JK uniform shirt, and the bronze sacred tree tattooed on her back was bleeding: "They implanted a positioning chip in me..."

As sirens blared through the streets, Zhang Yu was deciphering the encrypted files in a USB flash drive.

The list of the real subject matter of the gambling agreement shows that Genting used the box office revenue of "The Great Doctor" to launder the funds from the smuggling of cultural relics, and the collateral was actually Zhang Yu's own genome map.

The specially marked "SSD-1109-A" item is the file number of his father's medical accident.

The next day's media interview turned into a battlefield.

When the reporter asked, "How do you view traffic fraud?" Zhang Yu suddenly opened his suit jacket. Twelve golden needles were arranged in the acupuncture holster on his waist, forming a Hetu Luoshu formation. "Why not ask about the electromagnetic signal records stored by these needles?"

The power suddenly went out at the scene. When the emergency lights came on, Zhang Yu had disappeared.

The phone left on the seat automatically played an audio file, which was the recording of the transaction between Bai Bing and the archaeological team leader: "…change the carbon-1109 test data of Pit to modern times…"

When all the paparazzi in the city came out in droves, Zhang Yu was sitting in the attic of the Chinese medicine shop analyzing the account books.

The sandalwood beads of an old-fashioned abacus suddenly exploded, and the microchip that fell out was visualized in the realgar wine - in the three-dimensional projection, the bronze furnace on the 18th floor underground of Genting’s headquarters was casting modern medical equipment, and fragments of the Sanxingdui jade halberd were rolling in the molten liquid.

"It's time to close the net." Zhang Yu inserted the magnetic gold needle into his temple. The pain reminded him of the needle that was inserted into his father's Fengchi acupoint when he was dying.

When he opened his eyes again, the data stream flowing in his pupils had broken the last line of defense: the patient who caused his father's medical accident was a clone of the founder of Genting Capital.

At midnight when it was raining heavily, Zhang Yu stood at the Sanxingdui archaeological site.

The golden needle in his hand triggered a thunderstorm, and when the lightning split the soil, the bronze cube containing the full text of "Tianhui Medical Manual" saw the light of day again.

When Bai Bing, who arrived, raised his gun and aimed, the cultural relic suddenly projected a holographic image - the Zhang ancestor from three thousand years ago was nodding and smiling at his modern descendants.