Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Cheng Ji continued.

"Lord Jin, I took advantage of your fainting just now, and I took a group of commemorative photos and a small video for you. It's nothing special, it's just that your lower body matches your handsome face, I feel The shot is very good, very fresh, and very clear at the same time. You are a famous person, you probably don't want this kind of photos and videos to be put on the Internet?"

"So I want to make a deal with you. I'm going to deal with you today mainly because you made mistakes. I think with your character, you may make this kind of mistake again in the future. In order to remind you to rein in the precipice, avoid impulsiveness, and prevent You retaliated against me and the waiter just now, I decided to keep these photos and videos temporarily."

Cheng Ji put his hands in his pockets to show that he had a mobile phone.

"I left the contact information of the waiter. Once he finds out that you have changed, he can call me anytime and anywhere, and I can also post these photos on the Internet anytime and anywhere. For the rest of your life, I suggest you still Be careful."

Qi Beisong said in a hoarse voice: "...I won't let you go!"

Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, when I took the photo just now, I even included my fishnet stockings."

He raised one foot: "Hey, have you seen my toenails? I'm still wearing fucking red nail polish! Qi Jinzhu, are you 1.8 meters five? Or taller? You are so big , how could you be beaten and crawled all over the floor by a shemale wearing fishnet stockings and red nail polish? It must be fake! But even if it is fake, it wouldn’t sound too good, would it?”

"So don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Ji patted Qi Beisong's flushed face tenderly and considerately.

"Okay, you've learned your lesson too, I'm leaving, we'll see each other indefinitely! Don't worry, I didn't tighten the rope in your hand. If you have skills, you can get it off in half an hour. If you can't get it off , I’ll call someone to save you again.”

Cheng Ji waved his hands and said goodbye, and suddenly went back, grabbed a coat on the back of the sofa and said to Qi Beisong, "It's too cold outside, I'll borrow your clothes to wear, and I'll return them to you later."

"Didn't you say that there will be no future?" Qi Beisong asked, "Why do you pay it back?"

Cheng Ji tilted his head and thought for a while: "Why don't you leave me an address, and I'll send it to you."

"……I kill you!!"

"Childish, Lord Qi Jin, you are so naive." Cheng Ji put on his overcoat and pulled up the skirt.

The temperature outside was below freezing, but he still had to cross the snow in rags.

He found a business card in his coat pocket. It was an innocent businessman with a phone number and full address on it.

He said, "Then I'll send the coat to this old man, and ask him to pass it on to you. Go!"

After taking two steps, he took out the wallet in his inner pocket and threw it to Qi Beisong, and at the same time threw back a condom.He fumbled up and down, found another condom and threw it away.

"It's not bad, it's fierce enough!" He smirked, his tone sounded like a 50-year-old hooligan.

After making sure there was nothing else, he said goodbye, and came back after a few steps and asked, "Have you seen my shoes?"

Qi Beisong was furious: "Bah!!"

Huh?What about his blingbling?Cheng Ji searched around the room, found one, and the other seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

In fact, that blingbling was kicked under the sink in the bathroom inadvertently just now. The table was deep and wide, and it was so dark that the light under it couldn't shine everywhere. Cheng Ji glanced at it hastily, but didn't see a shoe in the corner.

"..."

He had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, clutching the one-sided shoe, flipping out of the bathroom window barefoot, and returning the same way.

The plot of the original book has already collapsed, and the plot administrator has disappeared. No one knows what he has done, even Shen Zimo who was rescued and Qi Beisong who was beaten were not fully aware of it. He is very satisfied with this.

The only dissatisfaction is that I step on the snow with bare feet, and my feet are blue and white from the cold.

It doesn't matter if it's green, don't dare to be black and purple, if it really gets to that point, it will have to be amputated!

It was past eleven o'clock at night, and the sensual prosperity and corruption in Shuiyue Villa gradually climbed to a peak.But the small private room where the employees rest is still so quiet, Lele seems to have nothing to do today, and is sitting in it playing with his nails.

Hearing someone coming in, he complained: "Cheng Cheng, where have you been? After smoking a cigarette for almost half an hour, Manager Zhou has come to ask twice, and I've been sloppy for you!"

"Uh..." Cheng Ji rubbed his feet and said, "Thank you."

Lele raised her head, was startled suddenly, and asked, "What's the matter with your face?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ji pretended to be stupid.

"You have blood on your face!"

"It's not blood." Cheng Ji said, "It's lipstick."

"You put lipstick under your nose?" Lele asked with a frown.

Cheng Ji wiped it with his trembling fingers: "I... just stepped on the stairs and fell."

Lele was so angry: "You man! You don't fall sooner or later, but today is such an important day, you fall like a ghost! Do you still want to do it?!"

Cheng Ji stepped down the donkey: "I don't really think about it..."

Lele asked: "Then what will your mother do? Will you be able to pay the medical expenses tomorrow?"

Cheng Ji opened the front of his coat and said, "My arms and knees are also broken, so I can't do it even if I want to. It's disgusting for the guests, isn't it?"

Seeing the blood stains on his legs, Lele turned helpless, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Ji said it was okay.

Lele asked again: "Where did you get this dress from?"

Cheng Ji couldn't honestly say that it was Qi Beisong's clothes, so he prevaricated: "Just now I fell over there and couldn't get up for a while, but a guest passed by and helped me up, and even lent me the clothes."

"Which staircase?" Lele asked.

Cheng Ji casually pointed: "Over there."

Lele said: "There is a fire escape over there, why would the guests pass by there?"

"Maybe he also went to smoke." Cheng Ji said.

Lele stopped asking questions, touched the fabric and lining of the coat, opened the collar of the coat and looked at it, and said, "Hurry up and return the clothes to others, and be careful not to get them dirty or damaged!"

Cheng Ji asked, "Why?"

Lele said: "You don't know the goods, but I do. This coat is made to order in Europe. The price is less than tens of thousands of euros. It's not worth selling you and me together!"

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

"What kind of big benefactor would lend you such expensive clothes, maybe he's trying to trick you!" Lele said, "Go and return them, lest you have long nights and dreams!"

Cheng Ji let out an "oh" and walked out, then turned around and asked, "Lele, have you seen my phone?"

Lele said angrily: "You are really confused today! You are not allowed to bring mobile phones to work, so don't we put clothes and mobile phones at the front desk? You can even forget this?!"

Cheng nodded and said, "I want to go back to see my mother now. If Manager Zhou asks again, can you tell me?"

"It's okay, you go, I don't think your condition is good, I feel relieved when you leave." Lele waved his hand.

Cheng Ji said: "After I leave, if anyone asks you, you just say that you don't know me well, remember?"

Lele stomped her feet: "What happened to you today! Crazy you!"

Cheng Ji smiled and turned to leave, but Lele called to stop him.

"Are you Cheng Ji?" Lele asked suddenly, and even he himself felt clueless when he said this.

Cheng Ji is 19 years old, weak and introverted, even a little cowardly and depressed. He comes from a poor single-parent family. His father died, his mother was seriously ill, and his studies were interrupted. The pressure of life inevitably shaped him into such a character.

But the person in front of him had a pair of bright eyes, and he smiled energetically, and he stood so straight that he even leaned back slightly, exposing his beautiful jaw line.

Despite the weird heavy makeup on his face, he still looks cute, with a little wit in his regular expression.

Lele was confused.

Cheng Ji smiled and said, "Let's go, see you later!"

He had to go, and the sooner the better.

He also had to return Qi Beisong's coat.By the way, why are brocade clothes and embroidered jackets worth tens of thousands of euros?Wearing it out, you can go up to nine days to embrace the moon, or go down to the five oceans to catch turtles?Stealing 5000 yuan is enough for the sentencing standard, but he actually robbed hundreds of thousands of people face to face, which is really terrible!

When he passed by the front desk, he offered Qi Beisong's coat with both hands, and told him that it was for the guests of private room 388, and please send it in half an hour.

"Why do you have to wait for half an hour?" The girl at the front desk asked puzzled.

Cheng Ji blinked and said, "You can send it now, but it's just that there is work going on inside, so it wouldn't be nice to bump into it?"

The front desk got it.

Cheng Ji instructed: "Sister, you have to put away these clothes, and be careful not to be stolen."

The front desk approached and asked, "Where are you from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"I just came here today, and I haven't seen you before." Cheng Ji lay on the marble countertop, smirking with his chin in his hands. He was also a handsome guy in his previous life, and I believe he is still charming now, even with this layer of MB skin.

As a result, the receptionist said: "Oh, I just said it! This kind of makeup should not be popular among you little sisters. Don't say that I taught you!"

Cheng Ji slipped his elbow and almost fell off.

"..."

The receptionist said: "Hurry up and take off the makeup! Sister, my eyes are poisonous. You look a hundred times better without makeup than with makeup. Don't waste it like a flamingo!"

Cheng Ji resentfully took out his clothes and mobile phone, hurriedly put on sweatpants and down jacket, and escaped from Shuiyue Villa as quickly as possible.

There were rows of taxis waiting outside the villa, Cheng Ji opened the door of the front one and got in.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked.

"Wait a moment." Cheng Ji said, "You drive down the mountain first."

He began to quickly check the contents of the phone, from contacts to photos, from call records to communication software... After 3 minutes, he turned off the phone, took out the SIM card, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"The Fourth People's Hospital," he said.

This is the hospital where Cheng Ji's mother lives. He saw photos of the medical records, arrears slips, and the doctor's contact information on his mobile phone.

The patient lives in the 12th ward, 37 beds, brain surgery, and is currently in a deep coma and completely unconscious.

The taxi is driving on the mountain road. Although there are street lights on both sides, it still looks dark and deep, with no end to end.

Cheng Ji put his forehead on the car window, felt the vibrations and slight noises, and suddenly thought that this might be the price for destroying the main storyline—the cold winter and the moon, fleeing late at night, so panicked.

The snow is falling heavily, hitting people's faces, the wind is blowing cold to the bones, the clouds are low and the mountains and rivers are dark, the sparse forests are desolate and withered...

The driver was listening to the radio, and the Beijing opera sang the part of Lin Chong Yeben. Cheng Ji almost suspected that the plot manager was still staring at him, and secretly laughed.

"This is Li Shaochun, he sings so well and with charm." The driver said, "I just like his accent."

Cheng Ji smiled, thinking that there is actually Li Shaochun in the world of third-rate novels. Was it written by the author, or was it automatically generated by the system?

How did he know that since the plot collapsed, the world has been disconnected from the novel, the characters are still those characters, but the story is very different.

The driver looked at him from the rearview mirror and felt that he was not a good guy, so he sarcastically said, "Hey, why didn't you let me turn off the radio? People like you can feel it too. Traditional drama?"

Cheng Ji said: "It's hard to feel that a hero can't fight rape with empty arms, and that he is framed by others and parted with life and death?"

The driver choked on him and couldn't answer.

Cheng Ji said quietly: "Mrs. Lin Chong was forced to death by the yamen, do you know how I died?"

In the middle of the night, deep in the mountains and forests, the driver was so frightened that his hairs stood on end: "You... little brother, don't talk nonsense, aren't you still alive?"

"So don't ask, luckily I'm still alive." Cheng Ji said.

"..." The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and turned his head in fear.

"Excuse me, please turn down the volume of the radio, I want to rest." Cheng Ji said.

The driver quickly tuned him a late-night channel dedicated to light music, and asked, "Brother, is this okay?"

Cheng nodded, squinted his eyes and took a nap.

He was so tired and so hungry, his empty stomach was aching, and the joints all over his body seemed to be run over.

He has been in this body for less than two hours, and he has already tortured it like this, which is indeed a bit excessive.If the original owner was still conscious, I really don't know how much he would hate him, maybe he would point at his nose and scold him.

After waking up, he took out the original owner's ID card from his inner pocket.

The photos are dull, and there is no vitality in the eyes, but the police uncle takes pictures of anyone who is dull.

Born in spring and May, the brightest and most beautiful season of the year, it is a pity that life treats him too harshly, making it difficult for him.

Place of household registration: Workers' New Village.

This must be an old community built in the 80s and [-]s, and it was the welfare housing of his elders' unit.From a father who had long since passed away?Mother?No, it is more likely to be grandparents, or maternal grandparents. The family has not moved the nest since they got this house.

"19 years old..." Cheng Ji whispered.

He was already 24 when he died in his last life, and he earned five years more than this boy.

"Why don't you want to live anymore?" He asked softly, "You would rather give your body to a stranger?"

Yes, he noticed that the original owner left voluntarily without any attachment.

An insignificant supporting role in a crappy novel, full of five lines of lines, doesn't even have a serious name, what is his name "Cheng Ji".

After matching the five lines of the protagonist, the two protagonists are in HE, what about him?Where will it go?Where are you?Will he die, or continue to live?

"What do you want me to do for you?" Cheng Ji murmured.

I saved a person for you, are you happy?

I even beat up a dude for you, are you relieved?

Let me live a more carefree and neat life for you, okay?

Cheng Ji caressed the scratches on his knuckles, and promised himself: OK! !

Only one thing is wrong, physical fitness is not enough.

Cheng Ji thought: Starting tomorrow, I will get up and run five kilometers every day. I must improve my physical fitness. How can a life that does not know how to fight be satisfactory!