Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
A closed and turbid air rushed towards me, faintly mixed with dust that had not been cleaned for a long time and the smell of decay.
He raised his hand and fumbled on the wall for a while, then turned on the light.
The pale light tube above my head lit up, illuminating the dark room in front of me. The room was messy, with unwashed dirty clothes piled on the sofa and the ground. The floor and walls were dirty, and the table was covered with garbage bags and takeout boxes. The rental house, which was not very big to begin with, seemed even more cramped.
The original owner didn't seem to be a very self-disciplined person.
Chen Kong stepped over the garbage and dirty clothes piled on the ground, opened the doors and windows of the balcony, and let fresh air into this stuffy space.
He seemed to be walking around the room aimlessly, but the location of his eyes seemed always precise and strict, as if every movement was carefully considered.
After just a simple turn, Shen Kong had a rough idea of the original owner's image.
——Vain, selfish, ambitious, and not well educated.
He sat down on the sofa, took out his cell phone, and looked through the contacts in the phone and the chat records between the original owner and them.
Meng Mingxuan's chat history can be summarized in eight words:
To fawn on and curry favor with someone.
He did whatever it took to get ahead and seized every opportunity to move up the ladder, racking his brains for every possible exposure.
Shen Kong has seen quite a few people like this.
He closed the chat software and searched online for the web dramas and extras that the original owner had starred in - they were not difficult to find, as the original owner had saved all the shots of himself in his phone favorites, and there were even some marginal offline interviews.
Chen Kong lowered his eyes and watched attentively. The changing light and shadow on the screen were projected onto his face and danced in his dark pupils.
Since he has decided to find out the real purpose of this so-called Three Views Correction Studio, Chen Kong must stay in this world as long as possible to have a chance to find out the truth, so he must avoid the crisis that occurred last time to prevent the system from ejecting him from the timeline again.
He always either doesn't do it or does it to the best of his ability.
It is never easy to perfectly play and replace a person. Shen Kong has also encountered tasks that require him to fully integrate into a new identity, but that basically requires at least three months of training and preparation in advance, starting from the smallest details - whether it is the demeanor of speaking, body language, pronunciation, and pauses, all are key.
The time is really tight this time, so Chen Kong can only imitate under limited conditions.
At this moment, a message popped up on the phone screen. It was sent by a man named Chai Ge:
"Mingxuan, have you left for Director Wang's game tonight?"
Chen Kong remembered that this Brother Chai was Meng Mingxuan's agent. The original owner was signed to a small company. An agent had a small artist with a similar situation to Meng Mingze. Usually, he rarely paid attention to his life outside of the schedule.
He paused and opened the chat interface between the two people.
Before he could reply, he saw a new message coming from the other side:
"If you haven't left yet, don't go. I have a good opportunity here that's perfect for you. I think you have a great chance this time. I'll drive to your house to pick you up later and call you when I get there."
Compared with the previous chat records, this attitude seemed particularly warm.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and replied in Meng Mingxuan’s tone:
"Okay, no problem! Thank you Brother Chai for your training. I will definitely not let you down this time."
Twenty minutes later, Shen Kong's cell phone rang. He answered the call and heard a man's hypocritical and slippery voice coming from the other end of the receiver:
"Mingxuan, I'm here, please come down."
Shen Kong walked downstairs quickly and saw a thin middle-aged man waving at him through the rolled-down car window.
He opened the car door and got in.
Chai Zhi gave him an eager and intimate smile: "Mingxuan, you are here. Tonight I will take you to a good place to meet an important person. This is a good opportunity that you have been waiting for for a long time. If you are selected, your future will be limitless. You can have as many of the best resources in the entire entertainment industry as you want. I always think that you are the most talented child I have ever taught. I only found you for such a good opportunity. The other artists under me don't know about it at all."
Shen Kong's face showed a surprised expression, as if his whole face was lit up by the yearning and desire for fame and fortune:
"Really? Thank you, Brother Chai!"
Then, he pursed his lips hesitantly, and after a long silence, he asked unconfidently: "But, that... Brother Chai, can you tell me what you are going to choose tonight? I can prepare..."
Chai Zhi looked around mysteriously, and when he was sure that no one was listening, he spoke:
"Don't ask too many questions. It's enough for you to know that this is related to some big shots above. There's no point in preparing. They don't choose according to your preparation. They look more at the hardware conditions."
After saying this, Chai Zhi was unwilling to reveal any other information, so Shen Kong had no choice but to stop asking further questions.
The car stopped in front of a nightclub.
Chai Zhi whispered to the security guard standing at the door for a while, then walked straight into the door with Chen Kong.
The decoration inside the store was magnificent. Even the ornaments placed in the corridor were visibly valuable. The high ceiling was covered with intricate platinum patterns. Chai Zhi and Shen Kong walked one after the other to the elevator reserved for members and pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator slowly rose to the upper floors.
In the elevator, Chai Zhi kept reminding Shen Kong of the etiquette to follow after entering. Shen Kong pretended to be listening carefully, but in fact, he didn't take a word the other person said to heart.
The elevator stopped. The decoration on this floor was even more luxurious and splendid than the first floor, but the wall lamps in the corridor were dim and soft, creating a quiet and comfortable environment. The entire corridor was silent, and almost no sound could be heard.
Chai Zhi led Shen Kong to walk far away in a familiar way, stopped at the door of the box at the end of the corridor, turned his head and said to Shen Kong in a low voice:
"Don't talk after you go in. Just wait. Don't waste your time. Got it?"
After seeing Shen Kong nod, Chai Zhi opened the door and pushed him in.
The light inside the door was so bright that it was almost blinding, and Shen Kong had to squint his eyes to adapt to the sudden change in lighting conditions.
After entering, he found that there were already a dozen young men who looked about the same age as him waiting inside. They stood in a neat row, each of them had delicate and handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a tall and slender figure, but they all seemed to have some strange similarities with each other.
Shen Kong's expression was a little subtle.
Because he found that Meng Mingxuan's face looked somewhat similar to these young men.
And it was this similarity that gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity when he saw Meng Mingxuan's photo.
But I can't remember where I've seen it.
Just then, the inner door of the box was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance walked in with a folder in his hand.
He walked slowly forward from the other end of the line, looking the young man standing in front of him up and down with an indifferent look, then lowered his head to compare carefully with the folder in his hand, and then issued two cold commands:
One is qualified and the other is unqualified.
Therefore, the young people who are evaluated as qualified will stay in the box, while those who are evaluated as unqualified will turn around and leave.
As the middle-aged man approached, the number of people in the room became fewer and fewer. When he walked in front of Shen Kong, there were only three people left in the long and neat queue.
The man looked up at Chen Kong, and a hint of surprise appeared on his expressionless face from the beginning. Then, as if to confirm something, he lowered his head and carefully examined the folder in his hand for a while, and then said in the same calm tone:
"qualified."
When the middle-aged man turned around, Shen Kong changed his posture imperceptibly, his eyes passed over the man's shoulder and cast on the folder he had been holding in his arms.
The photo above flashes in and out of view.
Shen Kong couldn't help but be shocked.
Although it was just a brief glance, the appearance of the person in the photo was clearly imprinted on his retina.
He has soft hair, small bones, and finely sculpted eyebrows that have grown out. His amber eyes seem to be filled with fragrant honey, his skin is fair, his nose is high, and his plump lips are a natural light pink. He is born with a smile, and although he is already a young man, his cheeks still have some baby fat, and he does not look aggressive at all.
Although his appearance had changed slightly from his youth, Shen Kong still recognized the identity of the man in the photo——
Ye Jinghuan.
The protagonist of this book.
Shen Kong now finally knew why he had an indelible sense of familiarity when he saw Meng Mingze's face.
Their eyebrows and face shapes are similar as if they were printed from the same mold, but Meng Mingxuan's face appears more worldly and charming, while Ye Jinghuan's eyebrows are filled with the lively and fresh youthful masculinity. In addition, Meng Mingze's figure is thinner and taller, while Ye Jinghuan appears petite and soft because of her small frame.
Shen Kong turned his head and glanced at the other young men left in the room, his eyes slowly moving across their bodies.
——Sure enough, each of them has at least one or two places on their faces that are somewhat similar to Ye Jinghuan.
Shen Kong frowned slightly, and now he finally understood what Chai Zhi meant by "these people look at the hardware conditions".
——They are selecting people who look similar to Ye Jinghuan.
But...what is it used for?
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes, and his amber eyes seemed to flash with a faint light.
This strange interview ended very quickly, and the other young men walked out of the room one after another, with Shen Kong walking last.
He slowed down his pace without noticing, then turned sideways and went into the restroom at the side.
The decoration inside the bathroom is as magnificent as the outside. The white and smooth marble washbasin reflects bright light under the light. The huge mirror is spotless. The spacious and privacy-protecting space division makes it impossible to see the whole picture at a glance.
Shen Kong placed his hand under the faucet, and the warm water instantly rushed down, overflowing from the edge of his palm and between his fingers, and splashing into the sink.
He simply washed his face, then raised his head, and looking closely at his own reflection in the mirror in the bright light above his head.
Meng Mingxuan's face is really handsome.
He had well-trimmed eyebrows, a straight nose, and a pair of large, round, cat-like eyes. The lines from the corners of his eyes to the ends of his eyes were smooth and round, and slightly tilted upwards at the ends, giving him a hint of charm - this was also the most similar point between Meng Mingze and Ye Jinghuan.
But the lower half of his face was almost completely different.
His jawline is clear, his lips are thin and sharp, and when he is not smiling he looks cold and indifferent.
Chen Kong smiled at the mirror, his slightly curved amber eyes rippling with light, and the coldness that had kept people at a distance just now seemed to melt away in an instant.
——It is indeed an excellent appearance.
Compared with the other young men who were also judged to be qualified, Meng Mingxuan was not only more similar to Ye Jinghuan, but also still retained his own unique characteristics. These characteristics enabled Meng Mingxuan to maintain the similarity without becoming a dull copy.
As a result, Shen Kong had some vague guesses about his temporary identity this time.
But... in order to draw a definite conclusion, there must be solid evidence to support it.
He lowered his head and looked at his watch.
It's about time.
Shen Kong took out a piece of paper to dry his hands, then turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
The corridor became deserted again, the wall lamps hanging on the wall flashed soft and warm light, and the thick and soft carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps. He walked quickly towards the box he had left before, but just after turning a corner, Shen Kong bumped into a waiter in a suit and leather shoes.
The waiter asked with a polite and perfect smile on his face, "What can I do for you?"
——I didn’t meet anyone along the way, but now I just happened to run into one. My luck is really bad.
Although his mental activities were rich, his appearance remained flawless.
He looked at the waiter standing in front of him as if he had seen a savior, and his tone was filled with worry and anxiety that was difficult to conceal:
"Great! I finally found someone. Can you help me? I think my cufflinks are left in the box. Can you let me go in and look for them?"
The waiter said:
"Yes, sir, but I have to find the foreman. He is the only one who has the key to the box."
He called the foreman with a pager, and the two of them walked with Shen Kong, one in front and one behind, towards his previous box.
The foreman took out the key card and opened the door of the box, then slightly moved aside to let Shen Kong in: "Please come in."
Although their tone was respectful and polite, their eyes were always closely following Shen Kong's figure, guarding against him like a sentinel to prevent him from doing anything wrong.
Shen Kong walked to the corner where he had just stood, bent down and searched for a few seconds under the porcelain with green plants, and then shouted in surprise:
“Ah, I found it!”
After saying this, he straightened up, an exquisite cufflink gleaming between his fingers.
Chen Kong walked out of the box naturally, and with his other hand he secretly and deftly put the mobile phone he had just taken out of the porcelain into his pocket. The series of movements were smooth and flowing.
The screen lit up and flashed between his fingers, showing three clear words:
“Recording…”
The author has something to say: I guessed that the little angel who looks like Ye Jinghuan will have a chicken drumstick for dinner today.jpg
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