celebrity effect

Xing Yang exhausted Shao Zhixing by all means, he patted Shao Zhixing's back lightly, and hummed like coaxing a child.Shao Zhixing was indeed tired, and fell asleep with his head buried in Xing Yang's neck.

The round moon hung on the branches, the dim street lamps illuminated a small area, and the crickets chirped hard.A furtive shadow wandered past under the lights and stopped beside the Prado.Holding a laptop computer in his arms, Xing Yang raised his hand and opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and rode away.

He didn't come back to Guangying's house, he drove directly to the viaduct leading to Chaoyang District, and dialed Zong Zhengqian's phone number.

"Hello?" Zongzheng Qian was probably sleeping, her voice was hazy.

"Sister, are you in Sihui?" Xing Yang asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Zong Zhengqian asked.

"I'll show you something." Xing Yang said, "I'll be there in a while."

"I'll get up right away." Zong Zhengqian hung up the phone.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xing Yang arrived at the downstairs of Zongzhengqian. He ran upstairs with his computer in his arms. Zongzhengqian was standing in the corridor smoking in his pajamas. He looked up and saw him: "What are you looking at?"

Xing Yang strayed into the hallway, before he had time to change his shoes, he dragged Zong Zhengqian into the small bedroom, closed the door, sat on the bed and turned on the computer.Zong Zhengqian asked, "Whose computer is this?"

"It's from the little reporter." Xing Yang said, "He received an email with this in it." Click on the video, press the play button, and he put the computer on the desktop for Zong Zhengqian to see clearly.

After the video was played at double speed, Zong Zhengqian asked, "And then?"

"Shao Zhixing sent a video to the police station, but they stopped it." Xing Yang said, "Now Cao He, Chi Yicheng, and Ye Kun are investigating the source of this document."

"You're worried about the little reporter." Zong Zhengqian knew Xing Yang well, and he knew what he was thinking just by taking a look at Xing Yang.

Xing Yang was noncommittal, and instead said, "You should also give the little girl an explanation."

An underage girl who just entered the first year of high school, ran away from home in a daze, and fell to her death for no apparent reason. Someone always wanted to give her an explanation.Who exactly tricked her to go upstairs to drink, and who was full of lies for fear of delaying her official career.Maybe in the future someone will teach her to grow up, to love her, and take her to see the sea, go fishing, go to the grasslands and deserts. into the night.

Xing Yang looked at the pale Dongfang outside the window, swallowed and said, "I want to make this video public."

Zongzhengqian frowned, her objection stuck in her throat, and she said, "You know the consequences will be..."

"It will be serious." Xing Yang said, "I know." He looked at the dark gray laptop on the desk and chuckled, "You idiot, the computer can be unlocked with my fingerprint, and the house key is also given to me. I'm really not afraid that I'll sell him by the pound."

The most precious thing for the reporter is the information in the computer. Shao Zhixing put all his trust in Xing Yang, and he did not defend at all.Let me ask Xing Yang if he dares to give Shao Zhixing the computer password, but Xing Yang will definitely not give it. How can he open his career to another person with confidence.

Whatever he does, Xing Yang always has to leave a way out for himself. He smiled and asked Zong Zhengqian: "Sister, is there any country you recommend? I will go abroad for half a year to avoid the limelight."

"Are you alone?" Zong Zhengqian asked.

"Yeah, go out and relax." Xing Yang said, "Go to work in another country."

Zong Zhengqian couldn't help laughing angrily when he spoke so lightly about fleeing, and thumped Xing Yang's shoulder: "Mexico, they can't find you."

"Mexico? Will I be shot?" Xing Yang asked.

"No, your mother is there." Zong Zhengqian said lightly.

"?" Xing Yang sat up abruptly, "Who?"

Zong Zhengqian closed the laptop and started another topic: "This computer, will you return it to the little reporter?"

"I have to return it." Xing Yang said, "Delete the emails and video files, as well as his information-checking document, and return them to him."

"It's really bad." Zong Zhengqian sighed, "How sad he must be."

Xing Yang shrugged: "It's okay to be beaten by the society." He continued to ask Zong Zhengqian about the huge secret that Zong Zhengqian had inadvertently revealed, "What did you mean by my mother just now?"

Zong Zhengqian led Xing Yang to stand up: "Go home and talk." There is only one house where Zongzhengqian can be called "home". Zongzhengqian and Xing Yang lived in it for six years, and Xing Yang After being admitted to university, she moved to another house. Zong Zhengqian went back to live in that house from time to time every two weeks to take care of it.

The house is located in Dengshikou Community, Huangchenggennan Street, Dongcheng District. It is a small five-story building built in 1986. The streets are narrow and crowded, and the wide Prado can’t squeeze in. Xing Yang parked the car on the side of the road, and Zongzhengqian walked in front of it. Go through the door of the unit.

Zong Zhengqian took out the key to open the anti-theft door, Xing Yang turned on the light casually, looked around at the familiar furniture, and sighed: "I haven't been here for a long time."

"Heartless little bastard." Zong Zhengqian closed the door and stepped into the living room.

Xing Yang's eyes stopped at the white wall at the entrance, where there were marks left by a pen, which read 12 years old, 13 years old, 13 and a half years old, 14 years old... until he was 18 years old, Zong Zhengqian carefully recorded Xing Yang's life. With a tall head, it is like taking care of a tree that sprouts quickly.

Xing Yang touched the ink marks on the wall, thinking about his childhood.After being patted on the shoulder, Xing Yang turned around, Zong Zhengqian opened a photo album, took out a photo from the album interlayer, and said, "Here."

Xing Yang took the photo and looked at the beautiful woman of obvious Caucasian descent in the photo. She put her hands on the railing beside the bridge, wearing a bright yellow dress, flaxen hair, emerald green eyes, elegant as an oil painting.He turned over the photo, and the Chinese on the back said [My Helena].

"The only photo I can find is this one." Zong Zhengqian said, "I thought that if you ask about your parents when you grow up, I will give you the photo and you can find it yourself, but you never mentioned it. this matter."

Xing Yang pinched the photo, his heart fluctuated a little, as if being scratched by a cat's paw, but he didn't have a deep urge to find his biological parents.Zong Zhengqian picked him up to raise him and educate him, why should he go far and wide to find an uncertain relative?

"As far as I know, she left China after her visa expired and went to Mexico." Zong Zhengqian said, "I suggest you go to Mexico, because the situation there is more complicated, and it will be difficult for Cao, He and Yekun to find you."

Xing Yang put the photo in his wallet, and looked down at his phone: "Now at [-]:[-], I will set the time to release the video at [-]:[-] noon. At that time, I should be on the plane, and I will put the car in the parking lot, sister Take your time to get it."

"Okay." Zong Zhengqian said.

"I will write a note about all my plans after I leave." Xing Yang said, "The little reporter...let him go to work and don't think about anything else."

There was a smile in Zongzhengqian's eyes: "Aren't you reluctant?"

"Yes." Xing Yang said, how could he be willing.

Time was tight and there was no room for indecision. Xing Yang arranged relevant matters before leaving, transferred the video and deleted all archives and related documents in the notebook, leaving only irrelevant information to prevent Shao Zhixing from being targeted.

Xing Yang walked quickly and neatly. At ten o'clock in the morning, Zong Zhengqian stepped into the house located in Lai Guangying. It was decorated in a bankruptcy style as always, with no flowers, plants, or warm decorations.On the coffee table in the living room was a dark gray laptop, a piece of A4 paper full of words, and a bottle of perfume.

Zongzhengqian picked up the A4 paper, and it was divided into several modules to explain things [the operation plan of the girl who fell from the building, the destination of the overseas vacation, and the message to the little reporter].

In the operation plan of the girl who fell from the building, Xing Yang packaged several tasks to five small teams to do. Each team was informed of part of the tasks, and the five teams did not know each other.The tasks are started according to the time node, and Zong Zhengqian controls the results and distributes the final payment.

Xing Yang planned to fly from Beijing to Moscow, Moscow to Serbia, and then from Serbia to Mexico.The purpose of doing this is to avoid the search of the dignitaries and make multiple transfers to blend in with the crowd.

For the little reporter, Xing Yang wrote a few words, blacked them out, repeated them several times, and left a sentence [Give him the computer and perfume, tell him, wait for me when I come back. 】

Can Xing Yang really come back?When are you coming back?Zong Zhengqian couldn't give a definite answer, she took out the lighter and lit the paper, and the ashes fell into the trash can, like a string of silent ellipses.