After the failure of the popular niche plastic surgery [Entertainment]

After Cheng Weishi returned home, he opened the small drawer under the closet with a key and took out a small mobile phone.

He hid the phone at the bottom of all his belongings. He pressed the power button, but there was no response after more than ten seconds.

He dug out a dusty charger, wiped it clean, and charged the mobile phone with the data cable for a while.

The screen gradually lights up, showing a Nokia logo.

Cheng Weizhi breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily the phone can still be used.This is probably the only tool he can use to contact the outside world with his real identity.

Immediately after turning it on, he received two messages, one was from the operator urging him to recharge his phone bill, and the other was from his mother.

The mother sent it 6 minutes ago, and she said: Happy birthday, no need to reply.

Cheng Weizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.Her son hadn't been seen for many days, and she didn't respond, and she didn't see a single question or exhortation of concern; but she still remembered his birthday, and sent him a congratulatory text message for the first time.

Probably because he has been neglected and hated by others, and no one loves him, Cheng Weishi's eyes were sour and moist when he looked at these mere words.

His mother texted him.

It turned out that someone still remembered his birthday.

Although his mother had already explained on the phone that "no reply is required", Cheng Weishi still replied a text message: Thank you.I wish you good health!

Cheng Weizhi put the phone back in the drawer, and reached out to touch the sketch in the crack.

Ok?

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the sketch seems to have changed its position.

He took out the shriveled note and spread it out.The characters on the screen are still fixed there intact, with the vicissitudes and weirdness in their eyes that they saw at first, and the lines on the head in the upper right corner are still chaotic.At most, he can only remember the very concrete details of the painting, as for the information related to the paper itself, such as the creases or the degree of rolling, he can't remember much.

However, Cheng Weishi kept a backhand.

When he first discovered that the painting wanted to be put back, he specially left a very small corner to buckle deep in the slide rail of this locked drawer. , this small corner is likely to be torn off by pulling force.

Sure enough, the corner of that part of the painting was shaved a little.

Looks like someone actually walked in and looked through the closet.

But how did he find such a hidden place?

Why did you put it back when you found it?

Is it because you are afraid of scaring the snake?

Cheng Weizhi only felt that he had been trapped in a fog.

It seems that things are much more complicated than he originally imagined.

He had changed the drawer lock from the beginning, and he alone knew where the key was. If the corners were not broken but there were signs of being pried open on the edge of the drawer lock, he could easily find it.

Fortunately the drawer locks are intact.The contents inside should have been untouched.

When he saw this sketch for the first time, many doubts arose in his mind: If this painting was deliberately hidden, then it must be because he was afraid that the painting would be discovered, or in other words... afraid of being seen by some people.

Then when he left this room, would someone come in to investigate?

The investigators may be looking for some clues about something.

Now think about it—there may be something hidden in this painting that the painter wanted to reveal.

Cheng Weizhi flipped through the sketch back and forth, but found no clues.

And when he reflected the light and cast his gaze from an angle to the slightly chaotic head line inadvertently, a short English word was faintly reflected on the paper.

——help

(help me)

If you use a pencil to write a few words on top of a coating, and find the right angle in the light, it's easy to see what's overlaid.But with the passage of time, these lines will become blurred. Fortunately, this painting was sprayed with a layer of liquid to maintain the lines of the picture before, and now this layer of redundant small characters can be barely recognized by him.

That's right...he moved closer, and it really said "help".

I thought that this part of the hair was just messy because the author was impatient, but I didn't expect that there was a message for help written on it.

But who are you asking for help?

Are you afraid of being seen by someone?

Cheng Weishi searched in his mind for the person who might have entered this room recently.

Dong Cheng, Liu Zhonglin... In addition, there are also the personnel from the ant-killing company called by him last time.

If everyone above is suspected, he can't find anyone to help him investigate now.

At this time, the mobile phone lying in the drawer suddenly rang.

……

The next day was Sunday, at eight o'clock in the morning, Duan Kejia was drinking tea and practicing calligraphy with a group of elderly people in the clubhouse.

Most of these people gathering inside are the bosses of leading companies in various industries.Because they need to be busy with entertainment and company affairs, their work and rest are often upside down day and night, and meals are irregular.Sometimes I can’t fall asleep because my schedule is too full, and sometimes I can’t sleep all night because of emergencies; I may only have lunch today, and I will have to eat Hesai in the entertainment the next day.

Many rich people who have been working hard for many years will start to worry that such a disordered work and rest will bring irreversible consequences to their health when they get older, so they take the initiative to take a series of measures to reduce the burden on the body: exercise, health care, health care trick bird.

In order to implement these measures effectively, these CEOs agreed to gather together to recuperate.

Later, a strange person got mixed into it at some point.This person obviously looks young, but he comes to every party, as if he has already lived the life of an old man in advance.

Duan Kejia is holding a penny in the "Zhangqian Stele" in the Linhan Li.He practiced calligraphy with his father since he was a child, and he has a good handwriting. Apart from block script, he is best at Lishu.In the middle of writing, a kind-faced grandfather came over and praised him: "Yo, the boy wrote well."

After hearing this sentence, the people around gathered around one after another, competing to watch Duan Kejia write with a pen. One of them sighed in envy: "Hey, it would be great if my son could have half of Duan's peace of mind." , can keep in good health and calligraphy, unlike my little devil, who only plays computer games to pick up girls every day."

"That's right. My son is the same, and he likes to take his girlfriend for racing in the suburbs. Hey, last week he broke the guardrail on the road and the car fell into the river. If I hadn't asked someone to suppress the news, the company's The stock price has to plummet again.”

Speaking of this, the people around seemed to think of the things about their own sons and daughters' disappointment, and began to confide in each other about their helplessness and sadness as a father.

Almost every time Duan Kejia appears, it will cause a hot topic among these old people. The last time it was "hate that children can't be useful" which was caused by identifying antiques. It is the "hate that you can't make a weapon" derived from practicing calligraphy.

While talking, someone suddenly pointed to the two red dots protruding from the back of Duan Kejia's neck and said, "Mr. Duan is on fire right now? Hurry up and drink a cup of chrysanthemum tea, it can reduce the fire and clear away the heat. Too much liver and kidney are not good."

Duan Kejia put down the brush, took the teacup handed by the old man, took two sips, and said thank you.

At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.

It was a text message from Liu Zhonglin.

After reading the text message, Duan Kejia closed the phone and apologized: "I'm sorry, uncles, I have something to do today, so I'm leaving first. You guys have a good time here."

After Duan Kejia finished speaking, he walked out of the gate surrounded by a group of old people.

Duan Kejia drove to the destination Liu Zhonglin said.

is a hospital.

Liu Zhonglin was already waiting there.As soon as Duan Kejia stopped the car, Liu Zhonglin's voice came through the window: "Boss, he didn't intend to reveal to me before that the original author of "Thousands of Families" seems to be his good friend in college. Judging from his mood and tone, the script of this TV series should have been plagiarized by the screenwriter. After some investigation, I found that there is an unfinished novel on the Internet with a plot very similar to "Thousands of Families", the author For some reason, he has turned into a vegetable, which is completely consistent with his description of 'sleep and sleepless'."

Duan Kejia scanned the surrounding environment.Like any public hospital he had been to before, it was always surrounded by dense crowds. In addition to patients and their families, there were also uncles and aunts who sold breakfast at the door.

"So, the author is being treated in this hospital now? Have you investigated his university friend circle?"

"Well, I checked, but when I was investigating his classmates and roommates, I seemed to always encounter obstacles. Whenever I felt that I would find some new clues soon, it seemed that there was always a pair of hands covered in black shadows. My eyes were caught. There are 34 students in their professional class, but apart from the graduation photos, I could hardly find any information about his roommate. In addition, in order not to startle the snake, I couldn’t show up to investigate his classmates and teachers. This has cost us a lot of opportunities to get information."

Duan Kejia frowned: "Graduation photo?"

"Well, here's a copy. But... I didn't recognize which one was 'Zhong Fei', maybe he and his friend are not in the same academy."

There are many people in the graduation photo, which is nearly half a meter long, and was typed into three pages by Liu Zhonglin.If you connect the three pages of photos in order, you can see the title at the top——Group photo of XX University of Finance and Economics School of Management's 10th grade graduates.

The heads of people in the photo are densely connected together, and it is very troublesome to identify each one, not to mention, not all of them are clearly photographed.

Duan Kejia took two extra glances at a strange face wearing black-rimmed glasses.

His gaze continued to sweep down.

Liu Zhonglin said: "This is the college with the most 'money' in the University of Finance and Economics. It's hard to think that someone would give up a proper career and choose to pretend to be a star, so I think-"

"You can't think like this." Duan Kejia reminded him, "Just like you, you also graduated from a very promising academy, but you chose to work as an assistant in an entertainment company."

Liu Zhonglin thought for a while: "You mean, he didn't become a star for money."

Duan Kejia nodded: "Yes. There are more."

A light flashed in Liu Zhonglin's eyes: "What you want to say is that I may have been discovered?"

Duan Kejia replied: "It's hard to say whether they were discovered, but at least they have taken precautions. Otherwise, how could you only find such a small amount of clues. This is a public school. It stands to reason that it is easy to investigate anything. .”

Liu Zhonglin paused for a while: "Then I will continue..."

"You investigate for a few more days, if there are no new clues—" Duan Kejia handed the copy of the photo back to Liu Zhonglin, sat back in the driver's seat, put on sunglasses, and was about to start again, "Then why should I set a new record for myself?" Such an enemy who is difficult to deal with? Since Huang Xiuxian's actions are so perfect, I'd better continue to be his ally, not to mention, 'Zhong Fei' doesn't seem to need my help, he is now immersed in this identity I can't extricate myself. Why should I bother myself."

"Sir, why are you..." Liu Zhonglin frowned upon hearing this.

Duan Kejia's face, which pretended to be calm and breezy, looked awkward in Liu Zhonglin's eyes.

"I've told you before that I just want to know if Huang Xiuxian will do something to drag me into trouble. Now it seems that he can do a job with ease in the mall, so I don't need to worry about it anymore."

Liu Zhonglin said anxiously: "Of course I know. But I thought that your original intention for sending me here has long since changed."

"You have worked tirelessly in their company for several months, and you must be tired. I will give you a long vacation after this matter is over." Duan Kejia deliberately avoided Liu Zhonglin's last sentence, Open the car window, step on the gas pedal, "Goodbye."

Liu Zhonglin had no choice but to give up his earnest persuasion, looked at the dust raised by the wheels on the ground, and bowed lightly.

"Goodbye sir."