My black fans are always online

Director Zhou glanced at a few people, feeling a bit inexplicable: Sure enough, although everyone was smiling, the tense atmosphere was about to explode.

"Okay, okay, since everyone has met and knows each other, let's sit down and continue the meeting." He hurriedly greeted.

Several guests sat down, while the fixed camera was working silently.

"Ms. Shen probably knew the topic on the way, right? Our next step is to release the content one-on-one." Director Zhou began to explain.

Several guests also did their homework before coming. Knowing the general flow of this kind of program, Tong Tong frowned: "Shouldn't the identity be determined by drawing lots?"

Director Zhou waved his hand: "No, there are age differences in the characters. If you draw lots, what if you get a teenage character like Mr. Lin?"

Several people laughed happily, Yayilun tilted his head, looked at Lin Liekai beside him: "I'm a little older, the makeup artist can also fix it."

Tong Tong curled his lips lightly: "No matter how hard he is, he won't be able to show his youthful air."

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Yan sitting beside him: "Xiao Cheng is more suitable."

Cheng Yan smiled: "Okay, I'll do whatever I want, and follow the director's arrangement."

His smile seemed to be as gentle as ever, but Tong Tong frowned as he watched.

He turned sideways and asked in a low voice: "Why are you losing weight again? Are you stupid? The company will give you extra work. Don't hold on, just lie down and pretend to be sick."

The last time he filmed "Immortals and Demons", he found that Cheng Yan had lost weight. This time it was only half a month, so why did he lose weight again?

Although male artists also need to pay attention to their body and look good on camera, but they are so thin, and their big black eyes seem to hide endless thoughts, which is almost worrying.

Cheng Yan glanced at him gratefully, and responded in a low voice: "It's okay, I know it well, the company treats me very well."

Director Zhou was talking on the opposite side: "There are a few rooms next door that we have reserved. Everyone will go in separately later, and you will get your preset identity. At the same time, you will also know the clues about yourself, for example, A one-sided relationship with the deceased."

Li Sisi asked curiously: "Will you know about others?"

Director Zhou nodded: "In this case, you will know some of his secrets, but not all - everyone has their own secrets, some are known by others, and some If only you know, you will keep your mouth shut.”

Ya Yilun nodded again and again: "Oh, I understand. It's similar to "Detective Tomorrow" on your station. Let's search for evidence, identify, defend, and finally find the real culprit, right?"

Director Zhou nodded: "Well, that's all. Relevant clues to solve the case will be hidden in everyone's room. Everyone seems to have something to do with the deceased, and many people even seem to have a motive for killing."

Lin Liekai had been silent all this time, but at this moment he suddenly opened his mouth: "Then what if we can't deduce it? For example, the murderer hid it well, or spoke eloquently, or we missed key information?"

He asked slowly and seriously, with gloomy eyes.

Director Zhou was taken aback, feeling bewildered.

What does this person mean?He was the one who provided the script, and the other guests were kept in the dark. He knew everything.

If he really can't guess at that time, he will definitely jump out to show his reasoning ability and show off his wisdom in front of the national audience. Could it be that this young master spends so much money just to play the rich man's game?

But he couldn't expose this matter, so he could only bite the bullet and smile: "No, our clues are not buried that deep. Hahaha, we are a positive energy variety show, can we still create a grievance, the dead is white?" The end of death?"

Lin Liekai smiled, with a strange expression on his face: "That's true. After all, the program is a program, and the process can be modified arbitrarily and the ending can be preset. In reality, there are probably a lot of people who are still wronged after death and die with regret."

His tone was too serious, and many people noticed it, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Lin Liekai lowered his eyes: "Just kidding, let everyone enter the atmosphere of the murder scene in advance."

……

Sitting in a separate private room, Shen Muqing looked at the assistant director in astonishment: "That's just a few words about my background, nothing else? I don't know anything, and someone else found clues in my room, how can I justify it? "

The assistant director hurriedly explained with a smile: "This is how our program is. It is different from other similar programs outside. Otherwise, how can it stand out? This is all you can know on your side——First, you are a well-known A writer with a lot of books and a lot of fans.

"Second, you and the deceased knew each other, and you both participated in the New Humanities Award Contest before, and both won awards.

"Third, you signed an agency to help run the work, and the agent is Tong Tong. That's all."

Shen Muqing's face turned pale, and he said after a while: "I'm not a murderer, am I?"

The assistant director nodded again and again: "Of course, if it's the murderer role, I will definitely tell you right now!"

Shen Muqing asked again: "Then what clues will be left in my room, you have to tell me, right?"

The assistant director smiled slyly: "This is going to test the on-the-spot reactions of the guests. Every guest doesn't know what clues will be found in their room, some are confusing, and some are things you really want to hide. "

Shen Mu nodded lightly, basically understood.

At that time, the murderer will definitely try his best to deny the found evidence, so all the guests must carefully distinguish who is lying and who has no other choice.

In the end, he has to find out the real culprit together with the innocent guests, and this game can be considered a success.

……

From driving here to participating in the role assignment of the program group, it was already evening.

Shen Muqing ate the first working meal with all the members of the program group, and then went to his room to rest.

He was a little tired from the exhaustion of traveling and traveling, and he had something on his mind. He had just finished taking a bath and was about to rest when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Assistant to deliver supper?He lazily got up and opened the door: "Didn't you say diet, what time is it, and..."

The unfinished words got stuck in his throat, and the expression on his handsome face froze there.

At the door, a young man dressed in fresh clothes was standing there quietly with black eyes like deep pools.

Shen Mu took a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile: "It's late, I'm sorry I want to rest, if you need anything, you can ask your assistant to contact my manager."

Just as he was about to close the door, the young man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed against the door tightly.

She looked thin and thin, and the wrists exposed under the rolled-up sleeves also looked white and thin, but the strength she held against the door was astonishingly great.

Cheng Yan's dark eyes fixed on him, with a strange expression: "Mr. Shen, I have something to tell you tonight, please let me in."

The waiter of the hotel passed by with a plate and looked curiously at the two people who were confronting each other.Shen Muqing saw that person's spying out of the corner of his eye, gritted his teeth, and finally stepped aside.

The room that the program group assigned to Shen Muqing was almost the highest level of the hotel, the bedroom was inside the suite, and the meeting and resting area was outside.

As soon as Shen Mu closed the door lightly, the kindness on his face had disappeared, he looked at Cheng Yan coldly: "What are you going to do, let's make a long story short."

Cheng Yan looked at him with something vaguely incomprehensible to him.

"Mr. Shen, I told you... about my relationship with Chen Yan." He looked at the familiar old man in front of him, "I also discussed it with you once before the "Reverse Current" battle."

Shen Muqing's face turned pale: "You came tonight just to laugh at me for not accepting your proposal?!"

Cheng Yan shook his head lightly: "Of course not. Teacher Shen, I want to discuss something else with you."

He stood there, looked at Shen Muqing, and seemed to want to step forward to get closer, but seeing his distant and defensive expression, he stayed where he was after all.

"Mr. Chen Yan said something to me unintentionally after he was drunk. I believe everything he said because I know he won't lie."

He looked at Shen Mu lightly: "It's about his debts, about where his works go."

Shen Mu took a step back as lightly as if he had been hit hard: "You! What did you say?..."

Cheng Yan looked at him sadly: "Mr. Shen, don't be afraid, I'm not trying to threaten anything."

He sighed, and said sadly: "Originally, I thought that since he was dead, these should be buried in the ground together, and he certainly didn't want to mention it. But recently I learned something else, so I want to ask Your last time."

Shen Muqing's teeth chattered lightly: "I don't want to hear what you want to say, so get out!"

Cheng Yan remained motionless, and said word by word: "If he was killed by someone, if he wanted to start over before he died, and thought that one day he might be able to perform on stage with you again..."

Shen Muqing stared at him dumbfounded, and suddenly hissed: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Cheng Yan stared fixedly at him, with faint light dancing in his eyes: "I mean if—Mr. Shen, if what I said is true, then, are you willing to stand up and say a word for him now?"

Shen Mu was so shocked that he seemed to be frozen, his lips trembled slightly.

"Can you stand up and say that Chen Yan hasn't been corrupted like rubbish all these years, he is an upright man and earnestly creates." He looked at Shen Muqing in pain, "Just say one thing, those who have been sung There are so many pieces of music that he composed, as long as there are a few pieces, is that okay?"

Shen Muqing's face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

How can you say that?It is said that there are several songs written by Chen Yan, so which ones are they?Obviously the style is so consistent, the title song of this album is composed by Chen Yan, so what about the others?

Don't you doubt it? ...He shuddered at the thought of seeing those overwhelming insults in the car.

No, no, this won't work!

"Why on earth are you, why are you forcing me?" He suddenly hissed in a broken voice, "Forcing me to death, destroying me, would Chen Yan be happy?"

His handsome face was bleak: "Chen Yan is willing, no one forced him, why should you fight for him? He is dead, dead!..."

Cheng Yan looked at him sadly: "No, I'm not fighting for him. You're right, he's dead, so what's the use of those false names? But this time, I want to do something for the people who liked him. What."

His eyes are getting brighter and brighter, as if there is a flame of unwillingness: "I just want to let those fans know that they didn't like the wrong person! The idol they loved is not trash, not a criminal, He is worthy of this stage, and also worthy of the sincerity of those people!"

Even if it is just a little bit of sincerity, even if many of them have been forgotten now, in the past years, they have not been wrongly paid!

Shen Muqing stared at him blankly, staggered back, fell down on the sofa, and suddenly covered his face: "You don't know anything...he was the best to his friends when he was alive, and he must hope that after his death, all his friends will be like you." Okay, do you understand?"

Cheng Yan asked back in a daze: "He hopes that his friends are all well, so all this is really justified? Shouldn't his friends be rewarded a little bit?"

Shen Muqing seemed to have been punched hard, and shook his body: "He doesn't try to reciprocate, you don't understand what kind of person he is at all!"

Cheng Yan looked at him sadly, without speaking for a long time, his heart was hopelessly cold.

After a long time, he smiled miserably: "Of course I know what kind of person he is. But because he is such a person, isn't he worth it?"

The circles of his eyes slowly turned red, and his voice gradually lowered: "He is really not worthy of his past friends, give up a little vanity, and help him restore a little reputation? Your reputation is reputation, his...isn't it?"

……

Lin Liekai sat silently on the sofa in his suite, brushing Weibo absently, fidgeting.

The moment he heard the knock on the door, he jumped up "teng" and rushed to open the door.

Cheng Yan came in with his head down, and closed the door behind his back.

"How is it? What does Shen Muqing say?" Lin Liekai asked anxiously.

Cheng Yan didn't answer right away, for a long time, when he raised his head, his eyes were already red.

He suddenly opened his arms and hugged the lover in front of him heavily.

Lin Liekai froze, and carefully hugged him back, slowly understanding in his heart.

"Shen Muqing, that bastard!" He scolded viciously, his snow-white teeth gleaming coldly, "How dare he disagree!"

Although Wu Jing'an is the culprit, although Shen Muqing should not have known about it, but he has sucked Chen Yan's blood for so many years, relying on the talent of his old friend to achieve today's reputation and status, but now, he is unwilling to stand up, Tell me the truth?

Cheng Yan's body was trembling slightly.He hugged Lin Liekai tightly, and said in a low voice: "...I feel uncomfortable."

Lin Liekai held his face and wiped away some tears from the corners of his eyes: "Don't feel bad for that kind of garbage! There are a lot of selfish and greedy villains in this world. You don't have to feel sad .”

Cheng Yan stared at him blankly: "He is Chen Yan's friend! They have known each other for so many years, they lived in a dormitory, they trained together and went on stage together, they..."

He couldn't continue, and hugged his head in pain: "I don't ask him to tell everything, I just ask him to help Chen Yan prove a little bit!"'

Lin Liekai hugged his slightly trembling body tightly, feeling extremely distressed, kissed his forehead anxiously, and said again and again: "No, no, such a person is not a friend! The former is just an acquaintance, the latter is a bosom friend, understand?"

Cheng Yan's body finally calmed down slowly, he closed his eyes slightly, his thick black eyelashes were like a small door, closing the last hesitation.

"Tomorrow, just follow the original script." He whispered.