He walks the career path in Shurachang

The basement cut off the sound of the outside world, so quiet that only the breathing of the two could be heard.

Rong Zhi shook his head: "In the previous world, I didn't dare to get too close to you, I just watched from afar, and wrote your book with my longing for you, just talking about it as a comfort, until one day, I was inadvertently in front of you." In an old bookstore, I found a book with the same name and surname as you."

"When I read that book, I felt a strong sympathy and desire. If I, like Rong Zhi in the book, have a good family background, a good face, and a considerate personality, maybe, I can change the original trajectory of my destiny and truly stand by your side..."

"I also know that such an idea is unrealistic. I saw half of it, and I used your photo as a bookmark in the book, but I never thought that when I woke up, my dream would come true. 'Rongzhi'!"

"And the book about you that I wrote myself is placed in the bookcase in my study. It has become an ordinary novel in this world."

Shang Heng opened his mouth, the amount of information was too huge, he was full of thoughts, and was speechless for a while.

"I thought, I might be the first to come to the world of books. After confirming that I was not dreaming, I immediately went to look for the book, but it was too obscure, and I couldn't find it no matter how hard I searched. "

"Later, not long after, you came, Gu Lin, and Lin Yuqing. When I first saw you, I couldn't believe it was really you, but your every move was so similar. After probing many times, I finally confirmed that you are really here!"

"Since I met you, I didn't have to find this book, so for a long time, I almost forgot about the book."

"Until not long ago, I accidentally found it in the real estate agency information, in a second-hand bookstore of the same name that was on the verge of bankruptcy and selling stores."

Shang Heng tried his best to recall the scene when he accidentally read this book. Time has passed, and his memory is mostly blurred. The only impression is that he feels sorry for the protagonist who has good resources and insists on being a canary.

He vaguely remembered that Lin Yuqing and Gu Lin both mentioned their past, without exception, they had regrets in real life, and they resonated with the character of the same name in the book.

Lin Yuqing is an actor who has no ambitions and has no acting skills and hard work, but no backing and opportunities; while Gu Lin is brooding about her illegitimate birth. After passing through the book, they all got what they wanted.

In this way, the book with a black cover in Rong Zhi's hand is the key to connect the two worlds.

Shang Heng raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly laughed twice, his voice was tired and hoarse: "Actually, you are scaring me, you don't dare to burn this book at all."

Rong Zhi's fingers stirring the soup spoon paused slightly, put down the bowl, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stared at him intently.

Shang Heng: "Since the four of us came here because of this book, if you burn it, not only will I disappear, but you, Gu Lin, and Lin Yuqing will also disappear from here."

Seeing that Rongzhi remained silent, he knew he had guessed right: "For you, everything is hard-won now. Once you leave here and return to the previous world, you will immediately be beaten back to your original shape. Identity, status, and even appearance are gone.”

Rong Zhi's eyes sank slightly, and the fabric on his knees was scratched unconsciously by his fingers and wrinkled a few times.

Just for a moment, he let out a breath and smiled: "You are right, I really don't want to do this until the last moment."

Rong Zhi sighed silently, before leaving the basement, he said the last sentence:

"But there is one thing you guessed wrong. If I can't have you, what's the use of these if I want them?"

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Wen's manor mansion, study room.

It had only been a light rain, and the early summer night breeze brought a moist coolness, passed through the open window, and raised the curtains of the study.

Wen Ruiyun can't remember how many times he looked at the hands of that classical clock. It seemed to have gone around countless times and returned to the original point, but there was never any news from the person who was supposed to come back.

It was late at night at that time, and the moonlight was a kind of bleak white, blowing down on the floor with the shadows of the trees, shaking so that it made people anxious.

Wen Ruiyun raised his eyebrows after hearing countless shutdown reminders from the phone, and the light from the desk lamp shone obliquely on his side face, reflecting the faint shadows of the two arcs under the eyelids.

No matter how late the plane was, it should have arrived. Shang Heng wasn't the one who accidentally dropped his phone. What happened?

Even if he closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't relieve his restless heart at all.

There were no rumors of a plane crash on the Paris flight. Could it be that there were gangsters encountered on the road?Or was it delayed by something else?

At this moment, Wen Ruiyun really wished he could implant a global positioning chip in Shang Heng's body. Even if he was scolded as a control freak, it would be better than worrying about him right now.

The study door was knocked three times, Secretary Wu pushed the door open and entered with a serious face.

"Mr. Wen, the second young master contacted the French partner in the name of the head office, but was told that the head office had ended all the talks the day before."

Wen Ruiyun's heart sank suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said hoarsely, "Go ahead."

"I checked all the flight information from Paris in the past few days, and found that Mr. Shang has returned to China for more than a day."

Wen Ruiyun stood up close to the edge of the table, staring closely at Secretary Wu's downcast eyes: "What about the other person? Where is he now?"

Secretary Wu involuntarily bent his waist, and his voice sank:

"According to the surveillance records at the airport, it shows that Shang Zong got into a taxi last night, but the license plate number was not photographed. I have sent someone to check all the taxis waiting at that time that night. It will take a little time. There is no one yet. result."

For a moment, Wen Ruiyun's heart seemed to be firmly pinched by a sharp claw, it beat twice suddenly and then stopped, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

The mixed information in his mind, good and bad, flooded towards him regardless of enemy or friend.

Secretary Wu looked at his gloomy face, and said cautiously: "Mr. Wen, don't worry too much. If Mr. Shang meets a gangster who is begging for money, he won't be unable to send out any news. Perhaps, there are other urgent matters."

Wen Ruiyun frowned, and his fingers on the edge of the table turned white with force: "What I'm worried about is that he has 'some other urgent matter'. If it wasn't for something big, he wouldn't even have time to stop contacting me. Or, it's because something happened to him Something invincible. Either way, he must be in deep danger..."

And he didn't realize it until a whole day later!

God knows what will happen on this day!

"Contact the police, but Shang Heng's disappearance must not be revealed to the media in the slightest. Go check his call records, all the places he may have gone to, and everyone he may have contacted, must not let go!"

In the backlight, the corners of Wen Ruiyun's mouth curled slightly, the shadow cut the line of his side face as cold as a knife, without a trace of superfluous expression: "Including Gu Lin, Lin Yuqing, and Rong Zhi."

Secretary Wu bowed: "Yes, Mr. Wen."

Wen Ruiyun stopped talking, buttoned his shirt cuffs, and walked out: "Prepare the car."

"Mr. Wen, where are you going?"

"Go to Shang Heng."

Secretary Wu was surprised: "It's early in the morning, I will send someone to look for it, you should wait for my news at home. This is a needle in a haystack, where are you going to find it?"

Wen Ruiyun paused without looking back, and said calmly: "Everywhere, look for it one by one. As long as he stays in this city, even if I dig three feet, I will definitely find him."

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On this quiet night, following Wen Ruiyun's decision, a turbulent undercurrent started from Wen's Manor, and suddenly set off a turbulent storm in all directions.

Overnight, Fang's and Gu's two major groups were all alarmed. The power controlled by the three major groups is undoubtedly huge. Massive amounts of information are continuously gathered, and the efficiency of screening, deleting and selecting is unparalleled.

Wen Ruiyun drove himself to find every possible foothold of Shang Heng, and almost stayed up all night.

The villa that Shang Heng bought in Jinlingyuan was the first thing he was looking for.

But after searching inside and out three times, there was no sign of Shang Heng's return. Since he has been living in Wen's Manor recently, he has almost never been back to the villa, and the doorknob of the entrance has even accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Wen Ruiyun stared at the door of the villa in rapt attention, until the sparks between his fingers burned to the cigarette butts, and his fingers were burned, and then he felt a numb pain.

Secretary Wu ran back out of breath: "Mr. Wen, I asked, the circuit was repaired recently, and the power went out last night, so I couldn't find the monitoring."

Is it such a coincidence?

Wen Ruiyun lowered his eyes and silently flattened the burnt cigarette butt: "Go to the next place to find it."

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and there was a quiet darkness all around.

The black Bentley gradually drifted away along the road at the entrance, and in the yard next to Shangheng Villa, a small doll of sheep felt covered in plaster was lying quietly among the inconspicuous grass.

By the window of the living room, a corner of the heavy dark red curtain was pulled up, and in the gap, Rong Zhi stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Wen Ruiyun's car come and go, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This time, he will not let anyone take Shang Heng away from him again!

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Basement gold room.

Shang Heng was injected with a dose of muscle relaxants and lay quietly on the bed.

Snow-white pillows, messy black hair, Shang Heng's brows were tightly frowned, his right wrist was still firmly locked, his feet unconsciously rubbed against the sheets, his forehead was faintly sweaty, and he was not at ease in his sleep.

"Shang Heng, wake up, you're having a nightmare." Rong Zhi frowned slightly, and wiped his sweat with a hot towel.

The wrist was suddenly grasped!

The force was light and unfocused, and it slid along the wrist bone. It was more like a caress than a defense.

The eyelashes of the owner of that hand trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Rong Zhi looked down at his wrist: "Are you awake?"

Gradually focusing his gaze, Shang Heng frowned to meet Rong Zhi's concerned gaze, his nose fluttered, and his hoarse voice made a nasal sound with dissatisfaction: "Uncomfortable..."

Rong Zhi's heart moved, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, tentatively touched the other's cheek with his fingertips, seeing that Shang Heng didn't reject him, he became more courageous: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Shang Heng turned his face sideways, rubbed against the pillow, and said a word: "Hot."

Rong Zhi froze all of a sudden, the small half of the collarbone exposed by the other party's collar stuck to his gaze.

He thought about how Shang Heng would look at him when he learned the truth, sneered or scolded him, but even in the most beautiful dream, he never imagined that he would allow himself to be close.

"Can you let me go for a little bit, I'm so uncomfortable..." Shang Heng tilted his head, blinking his eyelashes slightly, "If you make me run away, you can lie next to me and watch me."

Rongzhi's Adam's apple slipped slightly: "Are you lying to me?"

"Do not you trust me?"

Rong Zhi smiled wryly, even if it was a lie, he still couldn't refuse the temptation to sleep together...

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On that side, just when Bentley was about to drive out of Jinlingyuan, Secretary Wu suddenly received the news that Shang Heng's mailbox had been cracked, and Rongzhi's email finally fell into Wen Ruiyun's hands.

Wen Ruiyun squinted his eyes and repeatedly read a few short lines on the email: "What does the world in the book... mean?"

He took a deep breath: "Turn the car back, Shang Heng must be inside! Even if everything is turned upside down, he must be found!"

In less than a moment, a large number of searchlights were brought in, and with Shangheng's villa as the center, half of the community was almost illuminated like daylight.

Several police cars followed, among which two luxury cars were particularly eye-catching.

Gu Lin and Lin Yuqing got out of the car one after the other, their expressions were unprecedentedly dignified.

With a gloomy face, Gu Lin grabbed Wen Ruiyun's collar angrily: "Wen Ruiyun, if I knew you were capable, I wouldn't have given up Shang Heng to you!"

Wen Ruiyun clamped his wrist, opened it little by little, stared at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Jean? You deserve it too?"

"you!"

Lin Yuqing curled her lips and mocked: "When you find someone, you can argue."