After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

The next morning, Chu Xun was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

Because he is a public figure, fearing to cause riots, the program team generously paid him to live in a single ward, and postponed the date of the competition, trying to let him return to the competition as soon as possible.

As for why the program group would support a person with no background and no backer like this? Chu Xun thought about it but couldn't figure it out, and finally raised his doubts to Ji Qinglin who came to visit him.

Ji Qinglin put the tulips he brought on the bedside table, the fragrance lingered throughout the room, and the snow-white room was instantly lit up with bright yellow, giving it a hint of vitality.

Ji Qinglin pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed, crossed his slender legs, and crossed his hands up to his chin.

"Now that you are famous, the number of fans has skyrocketed, and you have commercial value. Of course, the program team will not kill a promising newcomer. In the future, if you become popular all over the country, the director who once supported you will also have a look on his face." Light. If you are not popular, the director will not lose anything because of it. Most importantly, without you in the finals, Gu Chuan will be the champion without any suspense, and he will lose sight and popularity."

Chu Xun suddenly realized, and asked another question: "Did the police find the employer?"

"Not yet." Ji Qinglin shook his head, "Someone passed by that night and heard gunshots in the factory, so he called the police immediately. You were unconscious at the time, and the man named Brother Hao threatened you, so the police didn't dare to act rashly , I can only watch them drive away, and lose them when they are not familiar with the terrain when chasing them. The remaining half-dead ones refuse to tell their employers, saying that their wives and children are in the hands of their bosses."

"Brother Hao is their boss?"

"I heard that Brother Hao is not their leader, he can only be regarded as the second leader."

Chu Xun wanted to say something more, when a series of heavy footsteps sounded in the empty corridor, he followed the sound, and saw Liu Xuan had already walked to the door, her ankle-length black woolen coat was open, revealing a section of paleness. With a slender neck, he held a white thermos bucket in his hand.

"You're here?" he asked in surprise.

Liu Xuan turned a deaf ear to his question and just stared at Ji Qinglin who was beside the bed.

Ji Qinglin is a popular artist, so it stands to reason that being stared at like this has already become a habit.But now, he felt the danger in the eyes of the person at the door, like a sharp edge, and he was uncomfortable.

"This is the mentor of our group." Chu Xun smiled palely, trying to ease the weird atmosphere.

Liu Xuan looked away, nodded slightly, moved to the bedside table, and put the white thermos next to the bright tulips, "I still have something to do, come back next time."

Just as Liu Xuan left, Ji Qinglin's cell phone rang, and he yelled at the cell phone for a long time, then got up and left.

As the door closed with a "squeak", Chu Xun hurriedly moved his body to the bedside table, reached out and took off the lid of the thermos bucket, and the golden shrimp cakes on the small steamer instantly wafted a strong aroma, which made people greedy.Take off the steamer, the steaming eel noodles are red and white, and the strong smell of chicken soup overflows the whole room.

He took the chopsticks from the drawer, picked up a piece of shrimp cake and put it into his mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant and crispy. It still had a familiar taste and recipe.

On an autumn afternoon, the sun shines through the windows, and the whole room is quiet and warm.

He took a bite of the shrimp cakes and picked out the noodles with chopsticks. At this moment, he even had a futile idea in his mind: even if he died now, there probably would be nothing to regret.

After a comfortable meal, he lazily leaned against the bed, picked up his mobile phone and began to browse Weibo. The longer he played with the mobile phone, the more he admired the person who invented the mobile phone.

"Chu Xun, a contestant in the show "Show Me", was kidnapped the day before yesterday and quickly spread all over the Internet, becoming the subject of major media coverage. , Is this a real kidnapping incident, or a long-planned hype?"

After seeing this malicious article, his heart immediately turned cold, and he almost died, but was questioned and hyped by those who cared?

After reading the relevant reports for a long time, the writers all expressed their opinions with suspicion and speculation, but no one really cared who was the mastermind who planned this kidnapping case? What was the motive?

"Dong dong dong" knocked on the door, interrupting Chu Xun's thoughts.