celebrity effect

Xing Yang trotted to the side of the gang boss: "Miss Helena."

"Dahlia," the woman said, "your name?"

"John." Xing Yang said.

Dalia chuckled, showing disdain, and handed Xing Yang a stainless steel fork.

Ordinary tableware was held in Dalia's hands, and the reflected cold light was particularly permeating, as if the fork would not pick up the fried egg in the next second, but would pierce Xing Yang's throat.Her skin was a healthy fairness, her lips were red, and her green eyes were like some kind of large beast, with cold and indifferent eyes.

With just one glance, Xing Yang can be sure that Dalia and the gentle woman in the photo are not the same person, although they both have green eyes, Helena in the photo is a white rose, and Dalia is a mortar.Xing Yang picked up the fried egg and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and Dalia asked, "How does it taste?"

"Very good." How dare Xing Yang say that the taste without salt is a bit bland, and the pistol pinned to the waist outlined by Dalia's light home clothes always tells Xing Yang that the black and white impermanence of the soul has never left .

"You live here for seven days. If you have something to do, call Saman and Afjay. They are watching the night at the gate." Dahlia said, her emerald green eyes flickering, "Is there any problem?"

"Can I go into the room and have a look?" Xing Yang asked.

Dalia nodded and led Xing Yang into the small western building.In the huge living room on the first floor, there are various games, ps4, switch, [-]-inch LCD TV, a pair of speakers, and the decoration is very luxurious.Xing Yang took a sneak peek at Daliya, and it was unexpected that the boss of the gangster was a game enthusiast.

"It's boring to stay in the house, you can play with these things," Dahlia said, "Your previous guests had a good time."

The slanderous words in Xing Yang's heart suddenly stopped, and his hairs stood up instantly, the previous guest?How many young adults did Dalia kidnap for paternity testing?

Sensing Xing Yang's vigilant gaze, Dahlia's expression remained the same: "There are not too many men in their 20s with green eyes."

Xing Yang: "..."

As long as she dares to see a young man with green eyes, Dalia will definitely catch him and have him appraised.

Looking around, there was a wired phone on the low table next to the sofa, Xing Yang asked, "Can I make a call?"

"Do you want to call the police?" Dahlia asked, with her hands hanging by her sides, she was sure that Xing Yang couldn't run away, and she didn't even bother to pull out her gun.

Xing Yang, who has been working there for three weeks, knows it well. He said, "Do you have an anonymous mobile phone? I want to make a cross-border call to my family." The bank card that Zong Zhengqian gave him was blocked. After being frozen, he was living in a very tight financial situation. The international phone bill was a huge sum of money for him. He managed to save enough money and thought about calling Zong Zhengqian and Shao Zhixing tonight, but Dalia set him up. A cloth bag was tied to draw blood.

Dalia bent down and opened the drawer of the low cabinet, which was full of mobile phones: "Take one, don't make calls here, hang up and throw it away."

Xing Yang was shocked too many times today, he was numb after seeing so many mobile phones, he picked up a mobile phone and put it in his pocket: "Where should I make a call?"

"Saman and Afjay can take you out after dinner," Dahlia said.

It's very humane, even giving the hostages time to let go, Xing Yang couldn't help but get nervous: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

"Which way do you prefer to meet God?" Dahlia asked. "Shot or sunk?"

Xing Yang put away his probing tentacles, stood aside and did not speak.

Dalia pursed her lips, blinked her eyes, and changed the subject abruptly: "Do you only call your family once?" She picked up three mobile phones and stuffed them into Xing Yang's arms, "Here."

"Thank you." Xing Yang said, "The appraisal result is out, can I go?"

Dahlia said, "If you're not the one I'm looking for, you can go."

"When I say 'go', I mean leaving here alive, not walking with God." Xing Yang clarified what he meant.

Dahlia said, "Get out alive." Her beautiful green eyes smiled faintly, "I'm not a murderer."

Xing Yang said: "Oh." He sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Dalia sat beside Xing Yang, her eyes stopped on Xing Yang's side face from time to time, she was silent.

China, Beijing, 10 am.

Shao Zhixing opened WeChat to transfer next month's rent to the landlord, and cut to the routine greetings from the family.Turning off his mobile phone, he sat cross-legged on the bed and turned his head to look out the window. Beijing in August was noisy, the sun was scorching hot, and the heat was unbearably hot.The air conditioner in the room worked hard to cool down, and there was a bottle of perfume by the window. Shao Zhixing picked up the bottle and sprayed it on his wrists. After a while, the spicy and pungent peppery smell of the top notes passed, and the light and warm middle notes rose.

Shao Zhixing hugged his knees and leaned against the window, closed his eyes, and imagined that Xing Yang was next to him jokingly asking "Do you miss me?" Shao Zhixing tightened his arms, his chest was close to his knees, listening to the beating of his heart sound.

Think about it, think about it every day.

Thinking of Xing Yang's voice, Xing Yang's eyes, Xing Yang's taste, and everything about Xing Yang, he is like a crazy drug addict, quitting the job he relies on for a living, and persistently chasing a spot of light with no hope in sight.He doesn't care what the truth is, whether the girl committed suicide or homicide, accident or intentional, he doesn't care at all, he just wants Xing Yang to come back, stand in front of him, punch Xing Yang again, and call him a bastard.

Shao Zhixing never thought that such a day would happen to him. He is a reporter, with a pen as a spear, and his job is to overcome obstacles and pursue the truth fearlessly.Xing Yang told Shao Zhixing with practical actions that this road is very dangerous, even if he leans against a big tree, he may not be able to escape unscathed.

After thinking and calculating for half a month, Shao Zhixing came to a conclusion. It was not a question of the professional attributes of the investigative reporter, nor was it a question of whether the opponent was strong or not. The real problem was that he needed an unstoppable backer.

As for how to find this backer, Shao Zhixing planned to ask Zong Zhengqian if he had any clues.

At this time, Zong Zhengqian was sitting in a private club drinking tea, and opposite her was a man in casual clothes, about thirty years old.The man's shirt and shirt were unbuttoned two times, revealing a white jade Buddha. He had light brown eyes facing the sun. He had a handsome appearance and a gentle smile.

"Mr. Qian." The man's voice was as gentle and elegant as his appearance, "Do you have anyone to recommend?"

"Yes, there is." Zong Zhengqian said, "Mr. Mu, you also know that we have always been concerned about your background..."

"I follow my mother's surname." The man said, "My father's surname is Ji, Jiqi."

Cum, Zong Zhengqian's eyes were serious, she wrote a name and a series of numbers on the sticky note: "Here is his name and phone number, you talk to him alone, I will tell him in advance."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qian." The man took the note and put it in his wallet, and handed Zong Zhengqian his business card, "There will be a chance to cooperate in the future."

"No problem." Zong Zhengqian accepted the business card, raised her hand to shake the man's right hand.

There are two words printed on the name column on the business card, Mu Xu.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, Shao Zhixing took the lunch box from the delivery guy, walked into the bedroom with a slow pace, closed the door, and the phone buzzed.Shao Zhixing put the lunch box on the table, picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, a string of numbers showed that the area code was foreign.

Shao Zhixing thought it was a fraudulent call, and swiped the answer button to warn that he would call the police if he called again, when a familiar voice sounded: "Zhixing, miss me?"

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night in Mexico City, Xing Yang was standing next to a street lamp, with two burly men standing behind him.Late at night in Mexico City is the time for rebels from all walks of life to revel. The tattooed young men passing by saw Saman and Avjay turn around and slip away, not daring to provoke the Russians who would draw their guns if they disagreed with each other.

Xing Yang entered the area code of China, tapped Shao Zhixing's mobile phone number based on his impression, and put the handset of the mobile phone to his ear quietly waiting for the call to connect.He picked the time, it was noon in China, so as not to delay Shao Zhixing's work.

The band waiting in the receiver stopped, Xing Yang heard the sound of breathing on the other side, and said with a smile: "Zhi Xing, miss me?" In his imagination, the little reporter would either scold him or hang up the phone directly. He could accept the consequences, and prepared a plan to appease the other party.

Unexpectedly, Shao Zhixing was silent for a while, and Xing Yang heard a sob on the other side, so small that if it weren't for the fact that the crowds on the street were sparse and extremely quiet, they couldn't catch it.Xing Yang's well-thought-out rhetoric was all useless, he was dazed for a moment, and his brain was powered off and restarted: "That..."

"Ancestor," Xing Yang was convinced, he could accept everything but he couldn't bear the crying of the little reporter except on the bed, the sound of sobbing was like a drumstick hitting Xing Yang's heart, making his brain crack like a short-circuited broken TV and sparks, "Ancestor, don't cry, I'm wrong."