captive hacker god

Ling Feiyan and Ling Yan got a short rest, walked to the rest area in the corner, and the contrast suddenly appeared──

The manager surnamed Xiong twisted his body and stuck to Ling Yan, "God Ling, your performance is really great! This scene made my blood boil, I think you can become the best actor again after the movie comes out!"

Ling Yan expressionlessly pushed Mr. Xiong away, "Speak as you speak, don't stick to me."

The manager surnamed Xiong didn't feel frustrated at all, but screamed again, "Master Ling, what you said is so handsome! Are you thirsty? I prepared warm grass tea and snacks, are you hungry..."

"..." Ling Yan turned his face away, feeling miserable for such a manager again, so he had to pretend to be calm and sit on the recliner and close his eyes to rest.

On the other hand, Ling Feiyan...

His feline manager has absolutely no sense of caring about artists, and occupies the reclining chairs that belong to the actors to rest in a fair manner. Not only that, he finally finished filming this part and wanted to come back to listen to Owen's opinions, but Owen was so busy He looked like he was holding the phone with one hand, and tapping lightly on the keyboard of the notebook with the other.

This look is obviously not watching at all! ──Ling Feiyan thought weakly.

Ling Feiyan looked at the manager surnamed Xiong who was always flattering Ling Yan, then at Owen, and said to himself: "My Owen is still the most elegant, this appearance is really cute!"──Obviously in his eyes Owen Instead of being responsible, it has become a style.

Owen noticed his presence in a blink of an eye, blinked at the empty bottle, Ling Feiyan nodded, "I'll go buy something to drink, you wait." After speaking, he strode towards the vending machine in the corridor in costume.

Seeing this scene, the manager surnamed Xiong froze for a moment, and made Ling Yan laugh.

These two are indeed completely reversed roles! ──Which manager will be taken care of by the artist in turn?

……

Owen didn't notice the side glances he attracted, and continued to say to Sima Yan: "Well, the list can be processed within today."

Sima Yan's voice on the other end of the phone was still heavy, "That's good."

Owen heard something wrong with his voice, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Could it be that the murderer did it again?"

"Yes, this time the deceased was found on the border of City S. The method of death is similar and the tattoo on his face has become an M. I believe he is not an imitator but the deity."——This is exactly what Sima Yan is worried about.

Owen frowned, feeling a little puzzled, "But didn't you guess that the murderer was from City S? Could it be that you were wrong?"

Sima Yan smiled wryly, "No, I don't think my reasoning is wrong. The biggest possibility is that the murderer has evolved."

At this moment, even Owen felt that something was wrong, and followed his words, "You mean that the murderer has enough experience and calmness to commit crimes in this city?"

"Yes, so I hope you can move faster and focus on people with mental illness if possible. I have enough evidence to suspect that the murderer is a mental patient."

"Why?" Owen couldn't help asking.

"Because...if my guess is correct, this incident was not caused by pure revenge or desire, but a murder caused by psychology like the famous Jack the Ripper in London."

In the end, Owen promised to finish processing the list as soon as possible, and asked Sima Yan to send the internal information of the case so that he could more easily locate the relevant targets. After hanging up the phone, he muttered: "Jack the Ripper, it's interesting. "

He didn't come back to his senses until Ling Feiyan came back, "Owen, what are you thinking?"

Owen shook his head, thinking about those letters—A, E, D, M... Will these four letters form any vocabulary?

Seeing that he was still distracted, Ling Feiyan indulged his desire and lightly rubbed the soft hair, feeling the soft and silky touch with satisfaction. He didn't let go until Owen stared dissatisfiedly, and seemed to mention it inadvertently, " What was the phone call just now?"

During these days, he knew that there were not many people who would contact Owen, at most he, Li Chengtian, and Ling Yan. Thinking of this, he glanced at Ling Yan who had been staring at Owen thoughtfully, this guy is here It can't be him, so who could it be?

"Sima Yan." Owen said as he naturally drank the milk Ling Feiyan handed over, took a few sips, looked up at him, and said dissatisfiedly, "I want to drink coffee."

"You drank it today. Coffee is not good for your stomach. It's better to drink milk." Ling Feiyan raised his eyebrows in disapproval, thinking... cats should drink milk. Of course, it's okay to drink coffee with milk once in a while .

Fortunately, Owen didn't have mind reading skills, so he obediently drank half of it after taking a few sips while concentrating on his homework.

Seeing that he stopped drinking, Ling Feiyan took it naturally, drank the remaining half pack of milk with a straw, turned around and started looking for the trash can.

The manager surnamed Xiong sighed, "I really can't see that Ling Feiyan is so good at caring for others. It would be great if I could drink the same bottle of water with Ling Dashen! Isn't this just an indirect kiss? Ling Feiyan..." After finishing speaking, he stared at the mineral water in Ling Dashen's hand with bright eyes.

The corner of Ling Yan's mouth twitched slightly, resisting the indecent behavior of kicking his desire away, which ruined his image, and said, "You can find it in the trash later."

Unexpectedly, instead of being hit, the manager surnamed Xiong held his face happily, "Why didn't I think of that before! It seems that the collection can be increased again..."

Ling Yan really wanted to ask what the collection he was talking about, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth... He had a very bad premonition, glanced at the manager who was staring at the water bottle with green eyes, and said: "You can collect it, don't stare at me like this."

The manager surnamed Xiong nodded, and Ling Yan threw the water bottle back without hesitation, ignoring the visual pollution caused by the huge pink figure rushing over, and turned to stare at Owen who was thinking with his head tilted, looking for a cure.

"Owen, I overheard your words just now, are you discussing the recent serial murder case with Mr. Sima?" Ling Yan raised the topic without hiding his interest.

"Yeah." Owen nodded, looking at him a little strangely, "You know that too?"

Ling Yan laughed a little, "Although I am an artist by profession, I will still pay attention to the news, not to mention that this case is very shocking."

This is true. Although the body was not found in S City, the three serial killings in neighboring cities were widely reported by newspapers and news. After the No. 3 deceased was found, the citizens of S City could not help but fall into panic. The murderer's next target will be in S City.The efficiency of the police in solving the case could not help being questioned by all parties, and even many celebrities in the political circles began to put pressure on the police to arrest the murderer as soon as possible.

This time, Sima Yan, a criminal police officer with an extremely high rate of solving crimes, became the target of the reporters.

Owen really didn't pay much attention, these two days he was busy processing the list given to him by Sima Yan. Although this kind of technical work is not difficult, it is very time-consuming and troublesome. He also has no time to pay attention to the news.

Owen glanced at him lightly, and frankly rejected Ling Dashen's request, "I see, but that doesn't mean I have to satisfy your curiosity."

Ling Yan turned his face sideways, looked at him with a melancholy expression, and asked silently.

Seeing this, Owen turned his face away and said, "I don't know that you want to be a reporter more than an artist."

For the first time, this kind of expression with no disadvantages was ignored, Ling Yan was a little bit shocked, but more... challenged this kind of emotion.

Moved the chair to the side, getting closer to Owen, Ling Yan put on a serious and affectionate look, stared at Owen for a moment, kept silent, and did not bother Owen or forcefully ask, just There was no sound.

Owen noticed his gaze and turned his eyes away determined to ignore him. At this moment, the notebook beeped twice.

──It's an email from Sima Yan.

Ling Yan didn't have the slightest sense of avoidance, but instead turned his gaze to the screen.

Owen thought for a while, then turned his head to look around and saw that Ling Feiyan hadn't come back yet, Mr. Xiong was intoxicated with himself holding a half bottle of water, his peach blossom eyes raised up in dissatisfaction, and in a blink of an eye, he blinked a few times.

Ling Yan saw the meaning in his eyes, and gently held his hand—like a knight presenting a gift to the king, kissed him lightly, and raised his eyes affectionately, "My master, I swear that I will never reveal it to others."

Seeing Owen staring at him with wide eyes and about to withdraw his hand, Ling Yan smiled and said: "My great and elegant master, your knight has sworn an oath, shouldn't you respond?"

It's a pity that Owen doesn't have the slightest romantic plot. He looked away and said dissatisfiedly: "Just watch it together..."

Ling Yan let go of his hand in satisfaction. Seeing him holding back a smile with a slightly awkward side face, he stroked his chin and thought in satisfaction... Owen's expression is so cute, I will tease him more when I find opportunities in the future.

The email sent by Sima Yan contained more than a dozen photos, all of which were not to be shared outside, including the murder scene, the deceased, suspicious traces around, and so on.

Owen zoomed in on the photo and looked at it carefully, thoughtfully.

The first time Ling Yan saw real photos of the deceased, he felt a little uncomfortable. Normal people would not like to look at these photos—on the premise that they were real and not made up.

Seeing that Owen still had that indifferent expression, Ling Yan couldn't help being a little surprised, and thinking about the phone call just now, he couldn't help thinking... Has the second young master been involved in the police investigation all this time?So what on earth is he coming to be a manager for?

"Well, this park looks familiar..." Ling Yan suddenly pointed to one of them and said.

Owen turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "This is the Central Park in the neighboring city."

Ling Yan thought for a while, and suddenly said: "I remembered! I went here to shoot the MV last month, where was the body found?"

"Well," Owen replied, and after thinking about it, he gave him a hesitant look and said, "Don't think too much, there are a lot of people coming and going in this kind of park every day, and besides... even without him, there will still be a lot of people coming and going." One, Sima Yan said that the murderer was probably mentally ill."

"..." Ling Yan was slightly stunned, and after a while he smiled, but sincerely, and said softly, "Owen, you are so considerate."

Owen nodded and said nothing.

Seeing that he was concentrating on looking at the photos as if looking for clues, Ling Yan also looked at them together. From time to time, he could hear Xu Gao's fiery yelling and the sound of the staff moving things. In this noisy studio, they exchanged opinions from time to time, but it was Don't be interested.

Ling Feiyan took the empty box to the aisle and threw it away. The deserted aisle formed two contrasts with the noisy studio. Just as he quickly stepped back to the studio, a provocative voice sounded beside him.

"It seems that you are not doing well." Shang Wen's eyes fell on the trash can and put it back on him.

Ling Feiyan frowned, "So you also acted in this movie."

Upon hearing his words, Shang Wen raised his head and yelled, "I got the role based on my strength."

"I don't think you'll like me. Congratulations." After finishing speaking, Ling Feiyan glanced at him and wanted to go past him and go back to Owen. Thinking of Owen, he couldn't summon up the energy to challenge Shang Wen like in the past.

In fact, he still doesn’t understand why Shang Wen always dislikes him. It should be said that there are many people who dislike him, and Owen is probably the only one who dislikes him.

Shang Wen just didn't like him, he was conceited, seeing that he ignored him, he continued to say: "You are really good, I thought you would be blocked and now you have become a hero, don't think you can be proud for long, this circle has always been It's realistic, so what if your manager is liked by Ling Dashen now? How long can you just play around?"

"..." Ling Feiyan paused, turned around and stared at him fiercely.

Shang Wen was horrified by him, but he endured it, waiting secretly in his heart for the other party to become angry. He had already calculated the distance. If Ling Feiyan made a move, as long as the movement was a little louder, the nearby staff would definitely find out.

Unexpectedly, Ling Feiyan was not as before, and could even be described as calm.

"You're boring. To be honest, I don't understand why you're trying to trick me, but that fellow Ling Yan has nothing to do with my manager other than the company. Do you understand?"

Shang Wen turned his head and sneered, "Are you pretending or don't you know? You can't tell if you look at Ling Dashen?"

Ling Feiyan turned his head suspiciously and followed his gaze, his face darkened immediately.

──That guy put his face next to Owen!

Shang Wen stared at his leaving figure with disdain in his heart, but tomorrow...he will know that his thinking was completely wrong!