Chapter 4
After diligently protecting her brother, she looked back and found that her life span had been reduced by -10.
Song Zhiyi was afraid of any more accidents, so she ended the meeting hastily and didn't even dare to drive home. She directly booked a suite near the crew. After repeatedly forbidding Song Zhiyu to go out, she locked herself in the room.
The blue hardcover notebook in her hand was actually her memo before it became a character card book. There were a lot of random things written on it, and even now, she could still see the contents she had written before, but it was covered by the shadow of the character card.
But today what she wrote on it disappeared.
No, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that it is integrated. It is integrated with the information in the character card booklet.
When she was discussing investment with Chen Fei, she wrote down the amount, investment time and other information on Song Zhiyu's page. Perhaps it was because of the keyword "Fengyunlu", it was automatically integrated with the original information.
On the character cards of Chen Fei and others, the TV series "Tears of Beauty" has been changed to "Chronicles of Wind and Cloud", but this drama still failed to be broadcast and was not even completed.
The reason for not completing the filming was no longer because of the chapters, but because of Song Zhiyu's death.
Song Zhiyi lowered her head and looked at the page of character card without turning it for a long time.
The information that originally covered one and a half pages disappeared. Song Zhiyu's life still ended at the age of 23, but he no longer experienced those tangled love and hate. On the character card, there was only a short sentence left about his experience at the age of 23 -
[Met Lin Xiaofeng. Five days later, he was stabbed by a mysterious person and died after failed rescue efforts.]
Seeing those words, Song Zhiyi's hands trembled uncontrollably. Unlike the ignorance and fearlessness she had in the past few days, she would no longer treat this death notice as just a weird joke.
Calm down, calm down, and look more carefully.
Song Zhiyi patiently flipped through the character card book until her eyes could no longer bear it and she protested with tears.
She blinked, moistening her eyeballs which were extremely dry from not closing them for a long time, then gulped down a cup of bitter coffee and slapped her face.
There is still time to calm down.
After drinking the cold coffee, my brain, which had become swollen from excessive thinking, felt relieved.
Song Zhiyi kicked off her shoes, stepped on the floor barefoot, bent her knees slightly, and did the starting position of Ba Duan Jin.
This is her unique habit of thinking. When they were born, she and Song Zhiyu were both very weak because they were twins and born prematurely. It is said that their cries when they were young were weaker than a cat's meow.
When she was four or five years old, her parents took her to practice Ba Duan Jin to keep fit. After Song Zhiyu went to learn dance at the age of ten, she still practiced martial arts with her grandmother's friends and has kept the habit of practicing Ba Duan Jin until now.
When the body is performing mechanical movements, the brain will be more alert than usual. Song Zhiyi closed his eyes and quickly went through the information on the character card he had memorized.
Not many people were involved in today's incident. Even if he hadn't come, according to the original development process, Xiaoyu should have been filming in the crew. But the mysterious man didn't appear on the previous character card, which means that he did appear because of the butterfly effect today, and Zhang San is still a big suspect.
But the information on the character card shows that he also died, and on the same day as Xiaoyu...
etc.
Song Zhiyi suddenly closed his eyes, ran to the table in two steps, and quickly turned the character card book to the page about Zhang San.
[His experience: ... after being kicked out of the Fengyun filming crew, he died of a drug overdose the next day. ]
What if he died after Song Zhiyu?
…
Song Zhiyi picked up the pen again and did some experiments.
1. Just write some illogical information, such as Zhang San died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
The writing disappeared, but nothing on the character card changed.
Second, try to make logical changes, such as Song Zhiyu was stabbed by a mysterious person, but the doctor with superb medical skills saved him.
Same effect as above.
Song Zhiyi bit the tip of the pen, then picked up his phone, clicked on the line break, and typed a few words.
3. Only add changes that have occurred or are about to occur.
She picked up a pen and wrote down everything she knew word by word: Zhang San was kicked out of the crew, beaten up by Zhao Bai, the Fengyun filming crew will welcome new investment and will no longer accept investment from Boss Wang, and Zhang San's involvement in prostitution, gambling and drugs is suspected to be exposed...
Finally finished. Song Zhiyi put down the pen and stared at the words that disappeared like water marks dried by the sun without blinking, and then new words appeared.
Done.
*
The next day at noon, under the repeated calls from agent Brother Liu, Song Zhiyi accompanied Song Zhiyu to Huaxing Entertainment after lunch.
She even went to the security guard who had stopped her a few days ago and walked around him.
Unfortunately, he was not recognized.
Song Zhiyi followed Song Zhiyu into the elevator with regret. The elevator door, which had not yet closed, framed a group of colorful furs walking towards them in a bustling manner.
The black-haired boy in white clothes and black pants stood out. He had very fair skin and a small silver earring on his left ear, which reflected a glare when he turned his head.
Song Zhiyi was dazzled by the light, and when she opened her eyes again, the elevator door was already closed.
"What bad luck, both elevators went up." The boy with dyed blue hair complained, and put his hand on the black-haired boy next to him, "Nanfeng, let's discuss the allocation of parts for yesterday's song."
Qi Nanfeng had a cold look on his face and turned aside to avoid his touch. His large, bony hands slowly tore open a disinfectant wipe and gently brushed across his shoulder.
"Pretentious." The blue-haired boy muttered vaguely and stopped making trouble for himself.
The used wet tissue was thrown into the trash can, and a faint smell of alcohol remained on his shoulders. Qi Nanfeng walked away from the crowd and looked at the closed elevator door again. Under his slightly long forehead, his eyebrows and eyes were so gentle that they almost melted.
…
In the office, agent Brother Liu very kindly poured Song Zhiyi a glass of orange juice, and then took Song Zhiyi to a small meeting room built into the office.
"Your sister wants to invest in Red Tears? Is this true?"
"It's fake," Song Zhiyu teased him deliberately, "It's called Fengyunlu now."
"Little guy, why didn't you tell me before that you had such a rich sister?" Liu Liu gave him a blank look, turned his head through the glass door, looked at the girl who was sipping orange juice, and sighed again.
"But I have also inquired about that Boss Wang for you. He is not an easy person to deal with. I'd better advise your sister not to be too extreme."
Song Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and glanced at him inconspicuously. How should he remind him that this door is not soundproof if it is not closed properly?
Forget it, leave it to the little fish to fool around.
Song Zhiyi put down the cup and picked up the silver-gray computer bag from the stool beside her.
The time is almost up, so I might as well take a look at what Zhang San has done from yesterday until now.
He opened the zipper and took out the blue notebook. When he was about to open it, Song Zhiyi's fingers paused.
[Where should I start? What if there are any py transactions with them? I don’t want to get stye. ]
In the conference room, Liu Liu, who was still asking about the whole story of this investment, was startled and asked hesitantly: "What did your sister just say?"
"Did she speak? No," Song Zhiyu poked his head out and took a look, then said firmly, "Look, she didn't even open her mouth."
There was no Zhang, but where did the sound he heard come from?
On the other side, Song Zhiyi finally opened the character card booklet. Looking at the bold words that would definitely be blocked if written out, she couldn't help but curl her lips. Finally, for the sake of her brother's life, she gritted her teeth and put her finger on it.
[Good news, she's wearing clothes; bad news, what the hell is she wearing?]
[Is this a big cow? Is this a big cow? Why does Boss Wang's XP involve pretending to be a pure and innocent big cow and letting people milk him? It seems that this duck is not something that ordinary people can do. Zhang San's psychological quality is really strong. ]
[Ahhhh, save me, save me, what kind of shameful rhetoric is this, can you fast forward it a hundred times! ]
What big cow? Where did Zhang San come from? What does this have to do with Boss Wang?
It was a bright day, the air was buzzing with birds, and Liu Liu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Song Zhiyu was getting more and more confused. They both stood at the door. He hesitated for a moment and dragged a stool over from the back: "Brother Liu, why don't you take a rest for a while? I'll go get you some water."
"Don't go," Liu Liu stopped the man and told him instinctively that it would be best not to disturb Song Zhiyi now, "Let's just rest here."
——
Zhang San was drinking when he received a call from Boss Wang.
The wounds on his body were simply treated, but he was still angry. How dare a woman, not a pretty one at that, lay on him? !
Just wait and see, sooner or later they will kneel down and lick his shoes and ask him to come back!
After hanging up the phone, Zhang San took a shower, picked up an inconspicuous black backpack, and rushed to the address given on the phone.
Zhang San pushed the door open with a click, and not surprisingly saw a fat figure wearing a simulated cow costume.
Even though it wasn't the first time he saw it, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch for a moment.
He opened his black backpack, took out a dark brown leather apron and put it on, with a smile on his face, putting on gloves as he walked.
"Where did this little cow come from?" The voice was so disgusting that it made people shiver.
"With so much milk, it must be painful." He walked forward, held the face of the cow covered by a semi-enclosed hood, and kissed it. Then he moved his ten fingers along the short fur and slid all the way to the target.
Even through the gloves, one could feel the texture of silicone. Seeing that he was slow to move, Wang the Cow mooed twice to urge him on.
"Little thing, are you so impatient?" Zhang San chuckled, his fingers approaching but not touching.
Pure white, sweet, pasteurized milk gurgles out of the silicone milk.
King Cow was so itchy that he shook his fat body and his tail followed suit.
However, Zhang San stopped at this moment, stood up, looked down at him with an open and aboveboard look as if he were trash, and slowly took out a cattle whip from the pocket of his apron with his left hand.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to suffer a little?"