Chapter 2 Chapter 2 True Little Transparent
The sun rises in the east.
Wen Yu had a splitting headache and groaned while covering his head.
He can only drink a little better than the average person. Three bottles of red wine, or a pound and a half of white wine, can make him fall down.
He drank 8 bottles of beer, red wine and white wine last night.
Mixing alcohol is the worst.
During the few minutes he struggled to get up from the bed, Wen Yu felt that living was harder than dying.
The phone rang twice again. It was the WeChat notification tone.
Wen Yu was just woken up by this sound.
He took the phone and took a look at it.
[Xiao Wen, the investor said no, they have chosen another candidate for that role, you should wait for another opportunity.]
[I told you to stop being so stupid, but you refused to listen. Look how good of an opportunity has slipped away! ]
[If you want to stay in this industry and make a name for yourself, there are some things you must do. Even if you are not willing to do them, there are many people who are willing to do them.]
【Think about it yourself.】
Wen Yu pouted and threw his phone onto the bed.
The information came from Mr. Qi, a "connection" whom I had just met the night before. He almost had the words "You ungrateful person, you can't even learn to climb into bed" written on his face.
Most people in the entertainment industry are just workers who work to earn money to make a living, but it is people like Qi who make the industry a mess.
Wen Yu was completely disgusted.
After staying in bed for a few minutes, he climbed out of bed, prepared to wash up, and then went to the crew to continue playing his role of I don't know how many male roles... It was better than the extras, with one or two lines occasionally, but he was actually a pendant of the protagonist.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that damaged his brain. After the strong stimulation, Wen Yu, who was named "Happy Puppy" by Sun Xifei, felt a little lost at the moment.
He really has accomplished nothing.
I can't win by rolling, I can't lie down, I don't have enough talent, and my efforts are useless.
Halfway through college, I realized that I didn't like my major at all. I didn't want to find a job after graduation, so I chose to remain unemployed.
I didn't even have the ideal of not having money. I just happened to like the feeling of making a movie, and entered this industry. After three years, I'm still a small special guest who is only slightly better than a supporting role.
Those who entered the circle with me back then are already playing the leading male role in ancient costume dramas.
Waste snack.
Four words accurately summarize it.
Even this useless guy who can eat and drink every day, does not need to carry bricks to earn money, and tries to have a little dream, still relies on his ancestors who have been dead for who knows how many years.
Wen Yu, the good-for-nothing who was exclusively named "unworthy descendant", was not even qualified to ask for leave.
Asking for leave = getting out automatically.
In the small and cramped rental apartment, Wen Yu went to the toilet with his eyes half closed, then walked to the washbasin like a wandering soul and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.
The decoration is quite weird, with a mirror wall in front of the washbasin.
Every time I take a shower, I can admire my naked body.
Wenyu has lived there for three months, but still can't get used to it.
He squeezed the toothpaste, filled it with water, and started brushing... He always felt that something was wrong, but Wen Yu was controlled by alcohol, and his brain had not yet fully recovered, so it was difficult for him to think clearly for a while.
Until he raised his head and tried to open his swollen eyelids to see how ugly his swollen face was, and then he saw——
A pair of boxer briefs!
A pair of boxer briefs floating in mid-air!
Made of gray pure cotton fabric, with black lettered waistband, the style is simple and elegant.
It’s Wenyu’s favorite, and he bought a dozen of the same style.
At this moment, it is floating in the air!
“…Shit! Ghost! Aaaaaaaa!”
Wen Yu screamed and was so scared that he dropped his toothbrush. As he let out a heart-wrenching roar, white toothpaste foam also spurted out of his mouth.
So, while Wen Yu was screaming in fear, he saw the boxer briefs "floating" in the air trembling as if they had received an electric shock. A toothbrush with toothpaste foam flew from midair to the wall and fell to the ground with a plop. He also saw a circle of white foam floating in the air, which vaguely looked like a mouth, opening and closing, moving, and spraying foam stars in front of it...
Ghost! He saw a ghost!
Wen Yu retreated quickly until he was against the wall behind him. His legs were too weak to stand, but his hand rose up involuntarily with trembling hands, pointing at the underpants flying in the air in the mirror.
Then he realized that he didn't see his hands... He looked down, his hands, his body, his legs... nothing!
All I saw was a pair of boxer briefs that appeared roughly at his waist and hips.
What the hell is going on!
After buffering for several seconds, Wen Yu suddenly realized that he was missing!
He was standing in front of the mirror, but he was not in the mirror. It was like a horror story!
He reached over and touched himself all over, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.
At the same time his hand touched the underwear, the damn floating underwear in the mirror seemed to be pulled twice by an invisible hand.
ah! ! !
Aaaah!!!
Wen Yu’s brain froze again. He couldn’t understand it, not at all!
The body overcame reason, he shuddered violently, turned around and ran out.
He is drunk!
Yes, he was drunk and hasn't sobered up yet!
No, no, he must be dreaming, he is in a dream now, otherwise how could he disappear so ridiculously!
Can people disappear like this?
With his head in a mess and unable to think of anything, Wen Yu staggered out of the bathroom. There was no one on the bed in the room... Was he dreaming?
Where are the people?
Where are the others!
Where is his body!
Wen Yu was about to cry, and a thought flashed through his mind: Did he get drunk last night and didn’t come back?
Or maybe, he had died at the drinking party last night, and now he is a ghost, so he can't see himself?
Wen Yu's mind was confused and he shook again.
He reached out and touched his face. He couldn't see his hands, but he could feel the warm skin under his palms. He moved his fingers a little and could feel his own breath.
He was still breathing heavily.
Fortunately, fortunately, he is definitely not dead!
What he saw in the mirror just now might be an illusion caused by drinking too much? Maybe he drank too much and had eye problems?
Wen Yu thought so, but it was impossible for him to go into the bathroom again and look in the mirror again...the scene was too scary!
There was a noise outside the door, and someone was coming up the stairs.
Wen Yu ran over and opened his door without thinking. He wanted to find someone who was sober to see him... Their house was an old five-story house with four households on each floor. There was no elevator, only stairs. The door of the unit that Wen Yu rented faced the stairs.
As soon as he opened the door, the sturdy man who was going upstairs looked up when he heard the sound. He had a fierce look on his face the previous second, as if he was going to fight someone, but the next second his face changed drastically, and he took a step back with a look of horror, almost rolling down the stairs. The things he was holding in his hand fell down, and fell on the stairs with a clanging sound.
It turned out to be a kitchen knife.
The stairs were so narrow that the sturdy man stretched out his hand and grabbed the handrail, then collapsed on it.
The sturdy man closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again, frowned, shook his head and squinted in the direction of Wen Yu.
"Ho, ho, ho..."
The next second, the strong man was about to shout out the word "ghost".
Wen Yu was quick to act and slammed the door shut.
“Ghost!”
On the stairs, a sturdy man who looked to be over 200 pounds let out a heart-wrenching scream, shrieking like a child.
Wen Yu listened to the lingering sound and just wanted to cry loudly.
He is not a ghost!
He is still warm and alive!
Looking straight ahead, he suddenly noticed that on the cheap dark red security door of the rental house, which he had never looked at carefully before, there was a deep "SB" scratched by something sharp.
It's hard to tell which previous tenant left it behind.
Wen Yu looked at these two letters and suddenly felt sad.
He's already in such a miserable state, why are you still scolding him for this broken door!
The noise early in the morning woke up Wenyu's next-door neighbor. The door to his left opened and footsteps were heard.
"…Are you okay?"
It was a woman's voice, probably asking the random burly man who was almost scared crazy. Judging from the footsteps, she should have taken a few steps towards the stairs.
"…Li, Lili?"
The sturdy man's voice still trembled with fear.
The woman obviously didn't understand and asked, "What Lily, are you looking for someone?"
"Yes, I'm looking for someone, Lily, it's you!"
The sturdy man's voice was no longer trembling, and it even carried a hint of anger.
"You got the wrong person."
The woman was puzzled and heard footsteps walking back.
I thought I met a psychopath.
The sturdy man followed him upstairs, his footsteps hurried, his speech rapid and excited.
"I won't mistake you for someone else. It's you, Lily. You bitch, you cheated me out of 180,000 yuan. Pay me back!"
The woman's footsteps quickened. She must have been frightened. It was obvious that she was trying to calm the other person down by speaking in a hurry.
"Brother, you really got the wrong person. I don't even know you, how could I cheat you out of your money? Otherwise, I'll get you my ID card. I'm really not you!"
“Shut up right there, you bitch! Who would use their real name on the internet? I recognize your face and address, too. Today you either pay me back or I’ll hack you to death. Let’s die together!”
Obviously the sturdy man was faster and stronger than the woman. He probably caught someone, and the woman screamed for help.
Bang.
The door next door was slammed with great force, making a loud noise.
There was no chance that the woman could escape back to her room.
Bang bang bang.
It sounded like a knife hitting the wall and the ground... Yes, the burly man brought a kitchen knife.
The women's screams and cries were heard one after another.
Wen Yu's slow-witted brain was still a little confused. In his life, he had barely seen people arguing and cursing face to face, let alone such a big scene as chopping someone with a kitchen knife.
At this time, Wen Yu’s neighbor on the right opened the door, and a man shouted, "What are you doing? I'm calling the police, put down the knife quickly", and then the footsteps rushed up.
Suddenly the noise became even more chaotic.
The woman probably got a chance to catch her breath and started shouting for help. She was outside Wen Yu's door, banging on the door with her panicked hands.
This was the only action she could do in such a terrifying situation.
In another situation, if she had any sense left, she would never have thought that the person in the room would open the door at this time.
Wen Yu is 181cm tall and weighs 135kg, with a body that is beyond the reach of a child. He is absolutely physically useless and obviously no match for the 200-catties strong man outside the door. His eyes fell on the mop by the door and he reached out and grabbed it.
He pushed open the door of the rented room violently.
Two men and one woman were squeezed into the narrow corridor of the rented house. The strong man had the upper hand against two of them.
The woman, covered in wounds and blood, fell into the house almost instantly the moment Wen Yu's door opened, but the next second, she quickly crawled over and pulled the male neighbor in as well.
"Close the door, close the door quickly!"
The two men fell into a heap and the male neighbor shouted.
But the door opened outwards, and the sturdy man had half of his body at the door, so in order to close the door, he had to push the other person out first.
A 200-pound strong man was guarding the door with a kitchen knife in his hand, like a single man blocking a thousand enemies from getting through.
Who can complete the action of closing the door without any damage?
Unless, it's a mop flying in the air.
The sturdy man, who was already blood-thirsty, suddenly remembered that a pair of boxer briefs had just come out of this room... Oh, the boxer briefs are still there!
Just floating there!
“…Ghost, ghost, ghost!”
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