The man standing on the roadside stared at the messy intersection not far away, pushed down his cap, and sent a message to the unknown number on the other side with his mobile phone:
“It’s been taken care of.”
The room was dark with the curtains closed, the air was turbid and blocked, and there was an air of decadence and decay from inside to outside.
The cell phone that was casually thrown on the table began to buzz, and the suddenly lit screen was particularly clear and dazzling in the quiet room.
A figure suddenly rushed over from not far away, hurriedly picked up the scattered garbage on the table with trembling hands, and grabbed the mobile phone in his hand.
The fluorescent blue light on the screen illuminated the man's face.
It’s Wang Ruicheng.
His originally plump face had become thin, his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark circles and bags under his eyes were so thick as if he had been beaten. The unkempt stubble spread densely from his chin to his neck, and his hair was messy. He looked decadent and neurotic.
Wang Ruicheng tightly grasped the phone in his hand, reading the few short words on the text message over and over again, then chuckled, his haggard face full of the pleasure of revenge.
He was originally from the Wang family, and relied on his ability to curry favor with the powerful to become well-known among his relatives, and finally got the lucrative job in this casino. However, he unexpectedly met with setbacks in this small place. Not only was he tricked by that cripple, but he was also caught red-handed by people sent by his own family - it was said that he brought a young master from the direct lineage to experience life, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing, so now people in City A have begun to pay attention to this place.
Now not only has the casino been shut down, but the status that he had worked so hard to earn has also returned to zero overnight, and he is also being targeted by the police and is under investigation.
In order to prevent his scandal from affecting the family's development, his family has basically put him on ice.
Now his position has been revoked, and even his assets and stocks previously held have been frozen. Now only a few properties are left in his name, and all the friends who used to gather around him have dispersed.
Wang Ruicheng slowly slid down to the ground, biting his nails nervously while muttering to himself:
"...Damn it, you little brat, you actually dared to go against me and hurt me so badly, go to hell and repent..."
He laughed again.
Han Li hurried to the hospital.
His expression was cold, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes, as black as midnight, were full of frost.
He looked very calm as he limped along the long corridor, but his hands hanging by his sides were trembling slightly.
The doctor walked over from the other end of the corridor. When he saw Han Li, he subconsciously slowed down his pace and spoke carefully:
"Um, Mr. Han..."
Han Li's eyes moved slightly and he looked at him expressionlessly.
He seemed to be enveloped in a kind of repressed and unstable mood, just like the gloomy sea surface before a storm. Under the calm surface, there were terrifying and cold countercurrents that would suddenly sweep over at any time.
The doctor was frightened by his look. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Well... Fortunately, the steering wheel was turned in time, and the car's protection performance was good enough. Mr. Xu and Mr. Cheng are not seriously injured. Mr. Xu only suffered some minor scratches. He will be discharged today. Mr. Cheng's condition is more serious. His ribs are broken, there is a certain degree of internal bleeding, and his brain has also been impacted. He is still under observation..."
After hearing the words "no big deal", Han Li's chest heaved violently. He closed his eyes tightly as if he wanted to suppress his surging emotions.
After a while, he finally looked up at the doctor, his voice a little hoarse:
"Where are they?"
The doctor stepped aside to make way and pointed further into the corridor:
"Mr. Xu has gone upstairs for a comprehensive physical examination. Mr. Cheng is still in the intensive care unit..."
Before he could finish his words, Han Li quickened his pace, passed him by, and walked towards the direction of his finger.
Through the thick glass, you can see the simple layout of the ward.
The light tube above the head was as bright as day, illuminating the spacious ward with a pale glow. A bulging human figure was visible on the bed in the middle of the room, and one could faintly hear the even and monotonous dripping sound from the machine connected to the bed.
Han Li's face was vaguely imprinted on the glass, and he looked into the ward through his blurred reflection.
He placed his palm on the glass and exhaled slowly, leaving a light layer of white mist on the glass. Even his eyes which were imprinted on the glass were covered with a thick layer of fog.
From the moment he heard the news of the car accident, Han Li felt as if he had fallen into a state of near nothingness.
It was like a drowning man who was unable to raise his head above the water, with a bottomless abyss under his feet and the boundless sky above his head. The endless despair and powerlessness twisted into an irresistible rope, dragging him into the dark abyss.
It was not until now that Han Li felt a little more at ease.
After a simple examination, it was found that Uncle Xu did not suffer any serious injuries and he was sent home to rest.
Han Li still stayed in the hospital to guard.
Two hours later, Cheng Chen was moved out of the intensive care unit.
Han Li pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, slowly walking to the bed.
The other party was unconscious, with his brows slightly furrowed, and seemed very uneasy.
The more serious wounds on his arms and legs had been treated and bandaged tightly, but there were still many small abrasions exposed to the air. The blood had coagulated, and dark red scars were scattered all over the boy's body, making him look particularly fragile.
Her light brown hair was scattered on the pillow, her pale cheeks looked a little haggard under the light, and her long eyelashes drooped quietly, casting a deep shadow on her face.
Han Li stood beside the bed and stared at him. His slightly drooped eyes were as dark as ink, and there seemed to be some deep emotion suppressed in his eyes.
After a long while, he restrained himself and reached out his hand, gently touching his cheek with his knuckles.
The skin of the tentacle was cold and smooth, but it made Han Li quickly retract his hand as if he was scalded.
At this moment, the eyelids of the young man lying on the hospital bed moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes——
Cheng Chen blinked in confusion, moved his neck slightly, and then groaned because of the sudden pain.
Han Li's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly leaned over and looked at him nervously, asking with half surprise and half worry:
"Are you awake? How do you feel?"
Cheng Chen's unfocused eyes fixed on Han Li for a long time. He seemed to be frightened, stunned, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"W-where am I? You...you are..."
Han Li was stunned for a moment, and seemed to suddenly realize something. He asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"
Cheng Chen glanced at him timidly and nodded hesitantly:
"You, you are classmate Han Li, right?"
His face was full of deep confusion: "Here, is this a hospital?"
Cheng Chen turned his head to look at the environment around him, but was overwhelmed by the sudden pain the moment he moved, and couldn't help but cry out in pain:
"Ouch, why does my body hurt so much...!"
Han Li's angular face gradually turned cold, his thin lips were as sharp as a knife blade, and dark clouds seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes.
He suddenly turned around and walked out.
The long corridor was quiet and deserted. The ground reflected an icy luster under the cold white light and was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.
Han Li stood alone in the corridor, his lonely reflection extending from under his feet and merging with the blurry edge of the darkness.
He lowered his eyes, and his face with cold lines was divided by the light above his head, half in the light, half in the shadow, half handsome, half gloomy.
Han Li opened his palms and looked over.
At some point, he pinched four crescent-shaped blood marks on the white and clean palm, and bright red blood slowly seeped out, and soon gathered into a small pool of blood in his palm.
But Han Li seemed to feel no pain, his expression was so calm that it was almost scary.
He took the cigarette out of his pocket with his uninjured hand and looked at it for a long time under the light before finally lowering his head and placing a kiss on it.
——Next time, I will definitely catch you.
Chen Kong had a splitting headache.
The violent collision still seemed to hurt his eardrums, his lips and teeth were filled with the taste of rust, and even when he breathed he seemed to be able to smell the thick smell of gasoline and blood in his nasal cavity.
He opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry.
Shen Kong blinked, and more tears flowed out of his eyes. It took him a long time to realize belatedly——
I was crying madly.
Big tears dripped down his cheeks, making his whole face wet and cold, very uncomfortable.
Shen Kong was a little stunned, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but he only heard a clear voice coming from not far away:
"Card!"
The space that was silent just now seemed to be suddenly activated. The noisy voices and the sounds of equipment colliding rang in his ears, stimulating Shen Kong's sensitive eardrums that had not yet recovered, making him even more dizzy.
An impatient voice sounded above my head:
"Meng Mingxuan, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"
Chen Kong raised his head in the direction where the voice came from. This temporary identity's original body had well-developed tear glands. Even now, tears were still flowing down his chin and into his neck, like a faucet that could not be turned off.
Through his still hazy vision, he vaguely saw a figure approaching him. The person looked down at him, speaking in a strange and distant tone:
"Hurry up and get up. We need to clean up the place and shoot the next scene. Don't just sit there and wait for someone to leave."
Chen Kong finally stopped crying in his current body, he shook his still dizzy head and got up from the ground.
He turned his head and looked around where he was without leaving any trace.
This seems to be a filming set for a TV show or movie. A twisted and crashed vehicle is lying in the middle, with a pool of glaring blood under the vehicle. A stand-in actress in a blood-stained white dress is climbing up from under the vehicle and drinking a bottle of mineral water from the hand of someone next to her. Behind the vehicle is a small green screen, which seems to be used for special effects in later stages.
Seeing Chen Kong standing up, the man hurriedly walked towards the group actors not far away. The director on the set was negotiating with the actor next to him. The staff on the set began to pack up the photography and filming equipment. The noisy voices and the sound of metal colliding filled his ears.
Chen Kong walked outside the venue, listening attentively to the conversations of people around him as he walked, extracting and summarizing information from them.
This seemed to be the filming site of a web drama, and Chen Kong's temporary identity this time, Meng Mingxuan, seemed to be an actor in the crew. However, judging from the attitudes of other people around him, his role should not be very important.
As soon as Shen Kong walked to the corner, the familiar voice of the system suddenly rang in his ears:
"Beep! The studio detected an exposure risk at the last key plot point! Send a warning to the correction officer! After three warnings, the correction officer will be directly recalled and all points will be reset to zero. Correction officers, please pay attention!"
Shen Kong frowned slightly: "So, the car accident just now was planned by the studio?"
The system remained silent and did not answer.
The wrinkles on Chen Kong's brows deepened. He lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes and continued to ask step by step:
"I remember that because I made major changes to the plot, the studio could only put me in a location close to the estimated time and place, and there was no way to predict the plot after the changes, right?"
The system's voice sounded again: "Yes, the plot node this time is the same. The transmitted plot may not be..."
Before it finished speaking, it was interrupted by Shen Kong:
"I mean, if you can't basically tell what's going on in the plot, how do you detect exposure risk?"
His eyes were calm and peaceful, yet they carried a cold and sharp aura that was hard to ignore.
The system fell silent again, as if it had never appeared in Shen Kong's mind.
Shen Kong blinked and asked in a gentle tone, "If you don't tell me how you detected the risk of exposure, how can I prevent this from happening again? After all, the plot changes are too big now. If I only follow the original plot you provided, my identity will be exposed again sooner or later, right?"
There was still silence in my ears.
Just when Shen Kong was about to give up the idea of asking the system for information, the mechanical voice sounded in his ears without warning:
“I will convey the corrections officer’s request to the studio.”
After all, there seems to be some progress.
From the very beginning, Chen Kong had never believed the theory that this system had instilled in him. As time went on, this theory gradually began to reveal many loopholes that were difficult to explain, which made Chen Kong curious about the truth behind this so-called "Three Views Correction Studio."
——And he is an extreme egoist who does everything based on his own interests.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, a pure smile appeared on his lips, and he said to the system in his mind:
"Don't worry, I will definitely not be passive this time like I was last time, and I will definitely complete the task well."
The system stopped talking, and it was unknown whether it believed what Shen Kong said.
Shen Kong didn't care much. He casually reached out and picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table beside him. Before he opened it, he heard another voice in his ear:
"Hey hey hey! What are you doing?"
He turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw a man who looked like an assistant looking at him with a frown:
"This is the rest area for the main actors. The mineral water here is for the teachers. Go over there and get some water."
Chen Kong looked in the direction of the man's hand, and saw a row of crude chairs placed crookedly at the other end of the studio. Several young actors were sitting on the chairs, concentrating on memorizing their lines. There were two rusty hot water buckets on the chairs, and a crooked piece of printed paper was pasted on the wall with the words "Rest Area" written on it.
He good-naturedly put the mineral water back somewhere far away and walked towards the row of chairs, leaving behind the sarcastic remarks of the man behind him.
A young actor sitting outside saw Shen Kong and quickly stood up to make way for him. Shen Kong nodded at him calmly and sat down on the only empty chair inside.
He reached out and pulled up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair. There was a work ID card tucked into the chest of the coat, with three words written behind the name column:
Meng Mingxuan.
It seems that this is indeed his seat.
Shen Kong moved his eyes to the photo on his work permit.
The photo shows a young man who looks very young, with regular features, a standard smile, and a pair of amber eyes looking at the camera. But... he always gives people a feeling of mediocrity, with only his exquisite and beautiful appearance being pleasing to the eye. For some reason, Chen Kong always feels that the facial features of this young man give him some strange sense of familiarity.
Shen Kong stared at the photo on his work permit, his eyes dark and hard to discern.
Suddenly, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled.
——Whether it is the corners of the eyebrows or the curve of the lips, they are exactly the same as in the photo.
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