The hunt is imminent, and both sides are preparing to close the net at this moment...

On the day of the Lantern Festival, the Huaili police and the Dengyuan police simultaneously issued police notices, making public the cases of ancient tomb robberies, cultural relics outflows, serial murders, and truck cliff falls that occurred in the past 20 years. For people living in Dengyuan, the girl kidnapping case and the medical dispute and falling case are also of particular concern to them.

What Wen Zichuan had to do was very simple: forward the police notice and leave the word "attention".

Less than two hours after the post was published, hundreds of thousands of comments flooded into the comment section, and the overwhelming public opinion fermented like steam in a pressure cooker.

Many fans are speculating why Teacher Wen forwarded this message, and some netizens have keenly discovered that there are extremely deep connections behind these cases.

Soon, the term "Popular star Wen Zichuan urges police to investigate the case" firmly occupied the top spot on the hot search list. The servers of major media platforms were almost paralyzed, and the spontaneous dissemination of the news by fans snowballed. It seemed that everyone who used a mobile phone to surf the Internet was attracted by this incident.

"Wen Zichuan, what exactly do you want to do?" Wei Jing called, and his seemingly calm tone was filled with suppressed anger.

Wen Zichuan anticipated that he would be the first to speak out. "Mr. Wei, we artists never want our personal affairs to occupy public resources, but this isn't a private matter. We're leveraging the power of public opinion to give the whole society an explanation. My purpose in asking you to help investigate is the same: those who break the law must be punished by law."

"Investigating the case is the police's business. What does it have to do with you?"

"The real culprit behind this has already attacked my family and threatened my personal safety. Urging the police to arrest him is my only way to fight him. Mr. Wei, I can't just sit there and wait for death."

"Given the current security situation, who can threaten your safety? I'll have Leng Sui bring people to follow you around the clock, but you can't keep this post. If you don't delete it, I'll have the art management delete it."

"They can't delete it. I have my ID card and I changed my password."

"Wen Zichuan! Do you know how many people you'll offend by doing this?! Do you still want to stay in the entertainment industry?!"

"If the prerequisite for being in the entertainment industry is to disregard fairness and justice and confuse right and wrong, then I can't do it. I can quit, but I can't watch so many people give up their future, freedom, and even their lives in pursuit of the truth. I want to use my influence to change all this. This is not only my original intention as a top idol, but also my original intention as a human being."

"If I had known you were thinking this way, I shouldn't have agreed when Aldridge recommended you to me."

Although he was severely criticized by his boss, Wen Zichuan expressed his true thoughts and felt relieved.

All along, whether he was a voice actor or an actor, he was thinking about how to improve his professional skills and dedicate better works to listeners and audiences.

But in the environment he is in, all indicators are based on traffic. Having traffic and popularity is a hot commodity, while having no traffic and popularity is worthless.

Finally one day, he became a top traffic star by taking an unconventional approach. He was liked by many people and made a lot of money.

But after this huge influence and voice fell on him, he couldn't find a suitable anchor. He didn't know what else he could do to meet expectations, give back to society, and make himself feel more at ease.

Zhou Han's "unwelcome request" activated his inner desire. When he found that he could use his top-tier status and energy to influence more people, doing so was not only helping Zhou Han, but also something he had to do.

That night, Wen Zichuan put down his phone after returning home. There were all kinds of things said on the Internet, and he didn't want to be overwhelmed by the overload of information.

But even if he didn't check his phone, Cheng Sizhou would check it too. During the meal, he kept holding his phone and checking it non-stop.

"How come netizens these days are so amazing? They can guess this so accurately?"

"Look at this post. He said he's from Mutao Town and his father died in 1998!"

"Wow! Is this true? He bought persimmon-colored porcelain unearthed from the ancient tombs in Longji Mountain!"

Wen Zichuan understood that he worked hard cooking and doing housework, and it was rare for him to wash dishes, but this person kept relaying netizens' comments in his ears.

He was a little angry, but also found it funny: "If you make any more noise, it will be your turn to wash."

The "little Shiba Inu" immediately got scared and hugged him from behind and said coquettishly: "Honey, I was wrong. Let me wash it. I promise not to bother you anymore."

"I saw the bottle of medicine on the table, and the dosage hasn't decreased recently," Wen Zichuan said, rinsing his mouth with water. "Did you stop taking the medicine?"

Cheng Sizhou was stunned. He didn't expect Zichuan to care about whether he was taking the medicine or not. "From that day on, I stopped taking it."

"Which day?" Wen Zichuan asked.

Cheng Sizhou's chin was stuck on his shoulder, his face flushed. "On the day when we were doing it most intensely... I forgot to eat, and then I didn't eat again after that."

Wen Zichuan wiped his hands and turned to look at him: "Have you felt unwell recently?"

Cheng Sizhou rested his forehead against his: "As soon as I saw you, all my illnesses were cured."

"Then stop watching these things. It makes you anxious." Wen Zichuan took his phone and dragged him to the bedroom. "Let's do something that doesn't require much brainpower."

Two days later, Wen Duo bought a plane ticket and prepared to fly back to Sinodang.

The news of his departure was not sent to Wen Zichuan, but to Cheng Sizhou.

After Wen Zichuan found out, he had no intention of seeing him off at the airport, but Cheng Sizhou half-carried and half-dragged him to the airport.

"I saw the post you posted online. I believe the real murderer will be brought to justice soon. My goal has been achieved, so I'll leave first." Wen Duo seemed to be in a good mood.

"They say you should retire after achieving success, but I don't think you've done anything," Wen Zichuan glanced at him. "If you want to leave, just leave on your own. Why are you telling us?"

"How did I not contribute? The first time I video-called your CEO Wei, he had a stack of resumes on his desk. I told him to pick the first one."

"...You really recommended it? Why?"

"I thought you wanted to be a star, so I helped you."

In fact, what Wen Duo said was not wrong. Changing the agency contract from Di Ersheng to Xingyu Feiyu was indeed the starting point of his career rise.

But this was too hasty. At that time, he and Wei Jing were not familiar with each other. What if Wei Jing was not a good person? Wouldn't that be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?

"I have a daughter." Wen Duo thought for a moment and then continued, "her Chinese name is Wen Lingjie. Like you, she has loved imitating movies since she was little and also wanted to be a star."

Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou were both silent. Wen Duo still didn't know that Pinault was also his daughter. He married and had children in a foreign country and had a new family that had nothing to do with them.

The conversation could no longer continue. Wen Duo also noticed the unusual atmosphere, so he picked up his suitcase and said to Cheng Sizhou, "Next time, please come to Sinodang and let me play the role of host."

"I will definitely go if I have the chance. I wish you a safe journey." Cheng Sizhou shook hands with him and completed the final courtesy.

"I'll be waiting for you," Wen Duo suddenly lowered his voice, but still let Wen Zichuan hear it, "After all, same-sex marriage is legal in Sinodang."

Wen Zichuan's eyes widened, and before Wen Duo entered the security checkpoint, he stopped him: "Don't go! I have something to ask you."

Wen Duo stopped, turned around and nodded to him.

"Among my mother's belongings, there is a calligraphy piece you gave her. Do you remember it?"

"Alas, the night of the third day of September, the dew looks like pearls and the moon looks like a bow."

"Is that woman really sent by Destin to monitor you?"

"Yes, but Irene and I are married."

"Why?! You know she is..."

Wen Duo smiled and didn't answer. He waved at them and turned away.

Cheng Sizhou looked at the father and son, each of whom had their own conflicts. On the way back, he told Wen Zichuan what Wen Duo had not finished saying.

In Sinodang, Wen Duo was indeed working for Destin, but Destin did not trust him, so he placed a Chinese spy next to him, namely Irene.

Wen Duo instigated Irene to rebel and agreed to marry her, which gave him a chance to return to China. However, Jiang Anyi was killed by kidnappers at that time. Amidst the public outrage, everyone believed that it was caused by Wen Duo who had fled to a foreign country.

He had no way to prove his innocence, so he could only return to Senodang, act as the supervisor for Destin, and try to find evidence to clear his name.

"It's been twenty years. Has he found any evidence?" Wen Zichuan asked.

"He said that if I could prove his innocence, he would control Destin, identify the real culprit, and return the stolen cultural relics," Cheng Sizhou said. "That was our agreement in Jiqing."

"You're so stupid. What if he was lying to you? He's been planning something for twenty years and still can't do it. Why would you help him?"

"Because he is your father."

Wen Zichuan believed since childhood that Wen Duo gave birth to him but did not raise him, so there was no need for him to regard such a man as a real father.

Regarding being abandoned by his father, he went from feeling wronged at first to becoming strong, and then to being calm and composed. He thought he had reconciled with himself, but only Cheng Sizhou saw through his concern.

Who really doesn't care about their biological parents? Parents are where we come from.

Cheng Sizhou took him into his arms and patted him on the back gently: "Let's give him a chance and see if he can keep his promise. If he can't, we will condemn him."

Wen Zichuan buried his head and said in a muffled voice: "But I don't want to call him dad."

"If you don't want to shout, then don't shout. If you want to contact him in the future, please authorize me and I'll talk to him, okay?"

"Brother Zhou."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

A few days after Wen Duo left, Cheng Sizhou received a call from Yu Ming while buying groceries.

Yu Ming didn't know that he had resigned. He only said that he cooperated with the Huaili police and confirmed that the dozen boxes of porcelain in the cave were from the same batch as the porcelain on the truck that fell off the cliff.

A large number of ordinary porcelains mixed with a small number of sacrificial vessels unearthed from ancient tombs proved that "only a broken six-eared porcelain gui was found" was a pure lie, and the real situation at that time was that they partnered with Destin to share the spoils.

"I didn't expect that we could lock onto him just by relying on that box of broken porcelain pieces that couldn't be put together. It's really... chilling." Yu Ming's good upbringing prevented him from saying anything too unpleasant.

"We have to thank our master. If he hadn't given up the investigation, perhaps no one would have discovered the hidden truth." Cheng Sizhou said.

"Actually... I knew before you even entered the Dengbo that Master was investigating his daughter's case, but he didn't let me tell you."

"Master is protecting me. As long as I don't know anything, I'll be safe in Dengbo."

"I've read all the online discussions. What are your plans next?"

"It is the job of the police and the courts to punish crimes. We have to find a way to recover the cultural relics that have been taken out of the ancient tombs."

"It's not that easy, is it? Aside from a few items left in the cave, most of them have been moved abroad."

“It may not happen overnight, but someone has to do it.”

"Okay, I support you, and Xu Yang supports you too. If our generation can't accomplish it, let the next generation continue."

"Yangyang...is she pregnant?"

"Well, I found out during the Chinese New Year. I was on my way to Jiqing."

"Congratulations! Let me see the baby when it's born!"

"Of course, you are the child's uncle."

After chatting with Yu Ming, Cheng Sizhou felt indescribably happy.

If the process of hunting down the real murderer is compared to a relay race, the first few baton runners have all performed exceptionally well, and the final baton is already in his hands. He will carry everyone's expectations and rush to the finish line.

Cheng Sizhou was humming a song as he walked towards the vegetable market when a message suddenly came on his phone.

"This is my smurf account, please add me." A friend verification popped up.

Cheng Sizhou clicked on it and took a look. The nickname was "Chuan" and the avatar was Wen Zichuan, a character in a drama with two male protagonists. He accepted it without thinking too much.

Their artists' personal information must be kept confidential. Sometimes it is inconvenient to use their main account, so they will apply for a small account and add some more private friends.

"I'll be waiting for you at No. 79 Caoyan Lane." After passing, "Wen Zichuan" said to him.

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Cheng Sizhou replied.