【Quick Pass】Guide to the Complete Resurrection of the Unlucky Egg

"Mr. Police Officer, there are large blood stains on this car. Even after cleaning, it will reveal the characteristics of blood in a specific color reaction."

"If a person loses such an amount of blood, it may be difficult to survive."

"So it's very likely that it was a murder."

Wu Beichi was sitting in the reception room of the police station, wearing a neat black suit, even when he sat down, there was no wrinkle on any part of his body.Behind them were bodyguards who even looked uniform, and a lazy German shepherd was afraid of them at their feet.

He sealed the evidence he found in the information bag and gently pushed it to the other end of the table.

There were several police officers sitting at the other end, and the one in the middle was an old acquaintance with him, but at this moment, he still had to do business.Wearing white isolation gloves, the other party opened the information bag, and lightly looked through the evidence he submitted.

Then he said with great approval: "I agree with your opinion very much."

The internal strife in the Wu family has reached the point of life and death. As the eldest son of the eldest son, Wu Beichi lost his parents and grew up beside his grandfather.Mrs. Wu placed high hopes on him for his careful teaching, and Wu Beichi lived up to his trust and managed the family property in an orderly manner.

Mrs. Wu wanted to pass on the family business directly to Wu Beichi, but Wu Beichi still had an incompetent second uncle on his head.

The two sides had already been fighting behind the old man's back. Wu Beichi escaped several rounds of assassination, and each of them hid their tails completely.It was no coincidence that the other party was caught by Wu Beichi in a "little" way.

His second uncle's only seedling, his good cousin, drove back to his home in a panic one day, and for no apparent reason washed a sports car from top to bottom with water.The car was sold for a low price shortly thereafter.

Of course, Wu Beichi saw all this, and in the end he paid for the car.

After the calculation and appraisal of professionals, although the appearance of the car looks clean, it can still show the characteristics of blood stains under the action of special chemical substances.There was also a dent in the roof of the front of the car, and it looked like if someone was injured, it was not lightly hit.

Without further ado, Wu Beichi came to the police station to uphold justice for the unidentified victim.

The police received the report materials submitted by Wu Beichi, impounded the car he mentioned, and started procedures to trace the whereabouts of the car that day.

Wu Beichi was politely persuaded to go back and wait for news.

He walked out of the reception room with the bodyguards and German Shepherd, but stopped in the corridor, and asked the bodyguards to wait for him in the car first, and stopped by himself at the edge of the corridor, standing against the wall.full of sorrow.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the German shepherd at his feet stood up with his ears pricked up.The door of the reception room opened just now, and Wu Beichi's old friend came out from inside. Seeing that Wu Beichi hadn't left, the man was stunned for a moment, but quickly walked forward with a smile.

He looked at the energetic German Shepherd dog on the ground, and asked with a smile, "Has Ivan recovered? Didn't the previous doctors say he couldn't be saved?"

Wu Beichi seemed very distressed and helpless as he glanced at Demu who was squatting on the ground and wagging his tail wildly, and said "Hmm" in great pain.

"I need your help with something," he said.

The friend suddenly took two steps back as if he had been electrocuted, and said in a rambling manner.

"Alas, old witch, we have been friends for so many years, please don't hurt me. I will investigate this case as I like. Your cousin will be arrested if he is guilty and released if he is not guilty. You can't destroy the order and good customs of the public prosecutor's law." .”

Wu Beichi frowned: "It's not about this."

The old friend came to the interest: "Then you talk about it?"

Wu Beichi took out a neatly folded piece of white paper from his pocket, on which were written three big characters that pierced through the back of the paper—Li Chengying.

"I want you to help me find someone."

After waiting for a day one by one, editor Li Chengying arrived late.It was a middle-aged man, neither of the two major characteristics of beer belly and baldness could be escaped.

On weekdays, they get along fairly well. If there were no previous plagiarism incidents, Editor He could be said to be very fond of him.The editor always personally called him Chengying, and asked Chengying to call him uncle, but then things broke out, and Li Chengying, the only friend, also abandoned him.

Li Chengying thought about it for a long time, and felt that Uncle He couldn't be blamed for this matter. After all, judging from the development process of the whole thing, he had indeed copied the other party's settings, and there was no need to wash it.

When Editor He received the call from the hospital, he didn't expect Chengying's injuries to be so serious. His whole body was covered with plaster gauze, no different from the pharaoh in the pyramid.Even with a plaster cast on, the whole person is still a small one, and it looks extremely thin when trapped in the quilt.

"Tell me what you are." Editor He used to treat him as his own child, and it would be a lie if he didn't feel sorry for him when he said that.The editor walked to the bedside, frowned and looked Li Chengying up and down for several weeks before asking with difficulty, "Is it okay?"

This can't be blamed on him. In such a serious car accident as Li Chengying, it is a blessing in misfortune to survive. The doctors did not have any hope for his survival rate when they treated him.Not to mention the degree of recovery.

Li Chengying hissed and told him slowly: "Yes, yes."

Editor He was taken aback for a moment.

Li Chengying was sick with an oxygen mask on, and his face was pale. He never thought that this person could talk.When he found that Chengying could speak, he immediately dragged a stool and sat on Chengying's bedside, and asked cautiously, "How far will it recover? Is there any problem with your legs? Can you still stand up? As for your nerves, is there any injury?" nerve?"

Li Chengying's mind is relatively clear, and he can distinguish every sentence of his question, but it is a bit difficult for him now to answer every question.

He tried to be tricky and just nodded.

"What do you mean by nodding?" Editor He frowned, "Is there any problem?"

"All, all right, all right, all right." Li Chengying jumped out of the oxygen mask word by word with difficulty.

When Editor He heard this, he slapped his thigh suddenly, and said in shock: "Oh, then you didn't get hurt at all, why are you so tightly packed? Look, you scared me!"

Li Chengying gave up communicating with him and tilted his head, thinking: If it weren't for 59741, you would have to go to the police station to identify the body.

Then I thought again: Oh, if I die, my parents probably won't collect my body, because they think it's my ancestral grave at home for the funeral.

Realizing that the bald middle-aged man in front of him, Ken, was the only one who would collect his body, Li Chengying turned his head back and blinked frantically to show his friendliness.

On the other side, Editor He took out his mobile phone and couldn't help but snap a photo of Li Chengying, who was resisting.The quilt was also lifted up, and the legs under the quilt were covered with plaster plates, and the small piece of skin exposed outside the gauze was covered with blood, and the good legs were swollen to a horrible bruise.

It is exactly what editor He wanted.

"What, what?" Li Chengying couldn't resist, and asked him in a low voice.

"Isn't this a golden opportunity?" Editor He said excitedly in his tone, and sat beside him with his mobile phone, explaining his grand plan to Chengying, "You're hurting so badly now, wouldn't you be blind if you don't sell miserably? "

"When I go back later, I will find two friends who have worked with me outside the circle, and ask them to pretend to casually reveal the news of your serious injury in a car accident. After posting the picture, no one will care about plagiarism. Your original group of fans who disliked you may even feel sorry for you in turn."

A burst of anger rushed down the chest to the brain, Li Chengying only felt a tight pain in the chest, and the brain was swollen.

"No, post! No, copy!" He shouted to the editor with all his strength.

This matter is a knot in the heart of the two people. In the past, they had many quarrels.Editor He saw that Li Chengying was like this, and he couldn't help it: "Ancestor, I would like to believe that you didn't copy it, but they posted it earlier than you. If you have evidence, we still have to be chased and scolded for so long?"

"My name." Li Chengying's blood oxygen dropped crazily, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be out of breath just to speak.

"What did you say?" Editor He was stunned for a moment, seeing the red value on the machine, and hurriedly coaxed people, "Little ancestor, little ancestor, don't get excited, breathe right, yes, take a big breath."

The red numbers slowly turned green.

Editor He felt relieved a little, and sighed helplessly.

He took out the tablet he carried with him from his bag, turned up the letter keys to the maximum, and placed them by Li Chengying's hand for him to tap with his fingers.Li Chengying slowly raised his finger, pressing down letter by letter with difficulty.

He wanted to tell Editor He that the name of the protagonist in the other's "The Violent Prince and Pretty Grandpa" was his own name, and that with Li Chengying, there would definitely be another Wu Beichi in this world.

He thought that if he found Wu Beichi, everything would be solved.

Why would that person know the story of two people?Although the endings are different, the setting at the beginning is almost the same.She wrote about the identities of the two, and the Tianzhao Prison where they met.

"Find Wu Beichi?" Editor He looked at Li Chengying's long explanation in disbelief.It took Li Chengying an entire hour to type these words, even if he just moved his fingers, his whole body was still soaked in sweat.

"You mean, she's writing fanfiction? One of the main characters is you, and the other is this man named Wu Beichi? This is ridiculous, why do you think there is really a Wu Beichi in this world?"

"Even if there is someone named Wu Beichi, why does the author write about the two of you?"

Li Chengying took a small breath and looked at Editor He with wet eyes: "Uncle He, help, help me."

Editor He's heart tightened suddenly. It can be said that Chengying grew up under his own watch.When I started to submit manuscripts, I was cautious, working three jobs and working on manuscripts at night. It took nearly ten years from being uninterested to becoming famous, step by step, and climbing up by myself.

He sighed helplessly, and compromised: "Okay, I will help you find it, but do you have no direction to find someone? This Wu Beichi, what might he do?"

Li Chengying's fingers were still pressing on the tablet, and he moved slowly.

This time there were only four words, and he typed very quickly.

Editor He read slowly: "The richest man in the world?" He just wanted to ask the doctor to come in and show this idiot his mind.