…Did that audience member pay the bill later?
Luo Zhi really couldn't find any fragments of memory this time.
He was so tired that he passed out before he could get a response, and he had no recollection of what happened afterwards.
However, considering the previous and subsequent plots, Luo Zhi must have met a kind-hearted person.
The figure did not leave, nor did he treat him as a mentally ill patient and forcibly send him to the hospital or police station. Instead, he took Luo Zhi to a very nice hotel, helped her book a room, and allowed Luo Zhi to have a good sleep.
It may also be because the smell of alcohol on Luo Zhi made the atmosphere too real. Any normal person in that situation would probably make the most reasonable guess that this person was so drunk that he was talking nonsense.
Luo Zhi looked at the bathrobe with the hotel logo printed on it. He fumbled around the collar for a while and found the broken glass pendant that he had someone make a few days ago and held it in his hand.
Perhaps it had been a long time since he had such a relaxing rest, his mind was very clear, and although there were still large gaps in his memory, at least it was organized. Unlike the previous few days, I felt lost as if I was walking in a thick fog that would never dissipate.
There was only his own trace in the room; the person who brought him here was not there.
None of his belongings were taken away. His guitar was leaning against the door, and his tripod and drawing board were placed in the living room. The schoolbag was hung upside down on the clothes hanger, and the things inside were spread out on the table to dry...
Document bag.
A waterproof sealed document bag was missing.
Luo Zhi stopped in front of the desk.
The briefcase contained the original script, the copyright contract, and the transfer contract he had prepared. Luo Zhi always carries it with her, and has stamped it on it. The transferee only needs to sign his name for it to take effect.
After all, it's such a good script, it's a pity to leave it in his hands.
Since he really couldn't exchange it for a boat ticket, Luo Zhi decided not to force it and was ready to give it to the right person so that it could be used for what it was meant to be.
…
Did he send it away like this yesterday?
Luo Zhi reached out to hold the edge of the table, tapping lightly with his fingertips on the warm solid wood desk that looked obviously quite expensive, trying to piece together the logic of his actions.
He sold his paintings to the only audience, asking for a very high price, and had to say "hmm" to acknowledge that he had never done anything bad.
The other party paid the bill, so he gave away all his belongings.
Because the other party bought his painting, he felt that this audience friend had a very high taste in art aesthetics, so he generously gave away the script on a buy one get one free basis...
Luo Zhi stopped thinking and gently bit the tip of her tongue.
Oh no.
It sounds like something a small flame could do.
He raised his hand to support his forehead, sighed softly with a little distress, and smiled quietly without realizing it.
The throbbing headache pulled at my nerves, but it did not cause the usual dizziness and nausea.
Luo Zhi closed one eye, tilted his head, adjusted his breathing skillfully, and slowly rubbed his temple.
He didn't even know if the other person was from the film and television industry, and he felt that he should first regret it and regret his impulsive behavior last night.
But I couldn't help but smile...as if I had suddenly eaten a candy without warning.
Is there really anyone willing to pay such an outrageous price?
Believe that he has never done anything bad.
You have to say "hmm".
Since you paid the bill, why didn't you take anything else?
Don’t like it?
The painting was still on the sofa and had not been taken away...
Thinking of this, Luo Zhi suddenly felt a nerve in his brain being pulled and he shuddered, taking a breath as if he had a toothache.
...He was thinking about something messed up.
It's ridiculous enough that this thing can be called a painting.
Luo Zhi's mind is clear now. He can't bear to recall the time when he was immersed in painting and the elegance and grace he felt when he put down each stroke.
In other words, his current body does not allow him to run or jump, nor does it allow him to have too much emotional fluctuation. If it were the old Luo Zhi, steam would probably come out from the tips of her ears all the way to her collar and then burn to the base of her neck. After changing clothes, she rushed downstairs and ran three laps in one breath to pay her respect.
Fortunately, he was not taken away.
Luo Zhi decided to destroy the evidence immediately.
He squatted in front of the sofa, removed the canvas from the drawing board, turned over the dry schoolbag, crumpled the canvas into a ball and stuffed it in, preparing to find a deserted place to dispose of it after he left.
His physical strength was very low right now, and after just doing all these, his arms were so tired that he could hardly lift them. The backpack strap slipped off from between fingers that had no strength to move, and the backpack fell off the sofa, rolled a few times, and stopped beside the bed.
Luo Zhi failed to catch her schoolbag, and her body tilted and she fell heavily.
His vision was a mixture of light and dark, with large spots of light like spilled varnish, scattered randomly among the blurred blocks of color.
Luo Zhi closed his eyes, rested his forehead on his arm, and waited for the cold sweat caused by the palpitations to slowly disappear.
He had to save his energy, as his current condition was the best he had been in the past few days.
Be clear-headed enough to know who you are.
As long as you concentrate and read slowly, you can even barely make out the words on the hotel information.
This time cannot be wasted.
Luo Zhi pressed hard on his heart several times with the base of his palm, then slowly stood up at a steady pace.
He still didn't open his eyes. He stretched out his hand and groped towards the position of the table in his memory several times. After confirming that he had touched the outline of a candy, he hooked it with his fingertips and grasped it into his palm.
The next moment, a new wave of dizziness engulfed Luo Zhi, causing the arms that supported his body to suddenly lose strength.
But Luo Zhi was prepared. He had a good grasp of the angle, and although he completely lost his balance, he fell right into the sofa holding the candy.
Perfect.
One hundred points.
Luo Zhi fell into a bright white field of vision.
He lay motionless, his chest heaving rapidly for a while. When he regained some mobility, he raised his hand and brought the plastic wrapper of the candy to his mouth.
This is also experience. When Luo Zhi suffered from hypoglycemia, her hands shook violently and she couldn't cooperate with both hands to tear open the candy wrapper.
Later, he found that it was more efficient to tear it apart with his teeth, so he further optimized the process and no longer wasted time on this step.
Luo Zhi bit the plastic paper and applied a little force, tearing a small hole, then slowly bit out the candy inside.
Peach flavor.
Perfection within perfection.
I'm so happy today.
Luo Zhi let out a long, comfortable sigh.
He held the candy in his mouth and waited for the sweet peach aroma to completely fill his entire mouth. He touched his earlobe as a reward and opened his eyes contentedly.
The schoolbag looked quite aggrieved, curling up limply at the foot of the bed.
Although it was just a casually bought mountaineering bag, Luo Zhi had been going through thick and thin with it for several days after all. She apologized in a gentle voice for getting caught in the rain yesterday and dropping it today, then stood up and picked up the bag.
When Luo Zhi grabbed the strap of the schoolbag and started to lift it up, she suddenly stopped.
There was actually something like a piece of cardboard in the inner compartment of the schoolbag.
Because the zipper was not closed, the backpack rolled onto the carpet, and the piece of paper fell onto the carpet with it.
Luo Zhi was stunned for a moment before reaching out to pick it up.
It was the boat ticket he had always wanted to exchange for the script.
The first-class VIP ticket even allows entry to the captain's cabin, which is better than the one he wanted to buy.
…
As luck would have it, he met a man who was a kind-hearted person and happened to have an even better boat ticket.
Maybe it's not entirely a coincidence.
Luo Zhi has been changing places these days. Although there is no clear purpose in the specific route, the general direction has always been instinctively moving towards the beach.
Especially the station he drew yesterday is the last stop on the seaside line. You can take the train to the end and reach the port.
Luo Zhi held the boat ticket and slowly walked to the window.
It turns out that the hotel is so close to the sea. Standing here, you can already see the sea level in the distance.
Unfortunately, the weather has not been very good during this period. The sea and the sky are both a cold lead gray color, connected together in the misty water smoke.
The tall silhouettes of several port cranes stand at the edge of the skyline.
The climate is not suitable for traveling and vacationing. If you come to stay in the hotel here at this time, if you are not a tourist waiting to board the ship, you are probably here to take a high-end sea cruise on the ship.
No matter which one it is, the chance of having a boat ticket is quite high.
As long as one knows a little about the film and television industry and can see the value of the script in his hand, most people would be willing to exchange it with him.
Luo Zhi stood in front of the window, looked at the ticket, and reached out to touch it.
The corner of the paper pierced my finger and then suddenly bounced off, leaving a very tiny and sharp cut that hurt a little.
When she woke up and found her wish was fulfilled, Luo Zhi felt that she should be happier, even happier than before.
He held the ticket and tried to mobilize his emotions, but more thoughts popped up noisily, making him wonder which one to tell the little squirrel to eat first.
…
It turns out that the script was not given away generously by him.
It turned out that the reward was placed in the schoolbag, but he really couldn't find this part of the memory, so he didn't notice it just now.
The other party took away the script and left the boat ticket, but the rest of the belongings were not taken away.
It turned out that the painting was not sold.
Not bad, not bad.
After all, he had just killed the man and was about to destroy the canvas.
Luo Zhi amused herself so much that she raised the corner of her mouth again. She stretched her right leg which was beginning to stiffen again. When it became flexible again, she slowly walked back to the sofa, relaxed her body and sat down.
He was probably distracted for too long, so he reached for his phone and turned on the screen, only to find that there were several missed calls, the most recent of which was just a few seconds ago.
Luo Zhi looked at the number that looked familiar.
He was still trying to remember who this was when a text message from this number popped up at the top of the phone screen.
[Luo Zhi, go home.] ]
[I am Ren Chenbai.] ]
…
Luo Zhi was dragged back to reality.
He frowned in confusion, looking at the two lines of words that couldn't be any shorter.
His mind was still clear at this moment, and Luo Zhi understood it at a glance. He was not surprised that Ren Chenbai could find his phone number.
In fact, what is surprising is that Ren Chenbai actually looked for him for so long.
Although Luo Zhi has been hiding, he has too many things to do and it is difficult for him to always stay awake enough. There are still many clues that can be tracked.
Just from the script posted for exchanging boat tickets, anyone who knows a little bit about the inside story can guess that it is him and get his new phone number.
...Not to mention, Li Weiming's fans often broadcast live their deeds of punishing evil and promoting good in the super topic, and there are even some extreme small groups who try to stop Luo Zhi from taking revenge.
After a little bit of location positioning, the route of action will come out.
With Ren Chenbai's ability and efficiency, he has not been found yet. Luo Zhi can only attribute it to her good luck, or that the other party is held back by something.
Confused, Luo Zhi blocked the number and deleted the two strange messages.
For a few years, Luo Zhi's biggest wish was probably to receive these two text messages.
He really didn't know what he had done wrong, and how big a mistake it had to have been to cause everything to end up like that.
Sometimes Luo Zhi would dream that he could go home again. He was at home making snacks with Aunt Ren when Brother Chen Bai passed by the door, ruffled his hair, and wiped the flour off his face with a smile.
However, this kind of dream will gradually decrease or even disappear as the related impressions are erased by the person himself.
Luo Zhi hasn't had this kind of dream since a long time ago.
Later, Ren Chenbai no longer concealed his hatred for him, and Luo Zhi no longer expected something that was impossible to get.
...Why did Ren Chenbai ask him to go to the Ren family?
Buy the script from him?
If she hadn’t thought about this, Luo Zhi might have almost forgotten it.
He opened the trading software that contained the script for exchanging boat tickets, changed the status to [Sold], clicked on the small red dots that left messages one by one, and then opened the calendar memo to take a look.
Tomorrow is the day the cruise ship docks.
It would be better to go to the beach now.
Luo Zhi stood up by supporting herself on the sofa.
His body seemed to be encouraged by the plan and cooperated by gathering some strength. Let him change his clothes, put his things in order, and put all the odds and ends on the table into his schoolbag.
When he picked up the phone again, the number that was texting him had changed to another one.
[The family in Wanghai, I have something to talk to you about. ]
[Before tonight. ]
Luo Zhi sighed lightly and was about to block this number when the last message popped up.
[Mom has something for you. ]
Luo Zhi's fingertips paused slightly.
He tapped the screen twice unconsciously and continued his previous operations very slowly, blocking the number and deleting text messages.
He pressed the last step several times, but maybe his hands were too cold, or maybe he just didn't have the strength to do it. The screen didn't respond after he pressed it three times.
Luo Zhi fumbled around her neck and held her broken glass pendant.
Wanghai is the Ren family’s villa on the seaside, not far from here. Ren Chenbai has probably figured out his approximate whereabouts.
Ren Chenbai will not do anything good to him.
Of course he knew it was a trap, and he wanted to fall into it. Whenever he thought of that car, a burning pain would emerge from his bones. Sometimes he would wake up from a nightmare and even wonder if a part of him had been crushed into slag and pushed into the smelting furnace.
But no, he had to protect himself. No matter how homesick he was or how much he wanted to go see Aunt Ren's things, he couldn't do that.
He cannot be fooled by Ren Chenbai and cannot be hurt by Ren Chenbai.
It can’t be Ren Chenbai.
Aunt Ren will be sad if she finds out.
He couldn't stay in this hotel any longer. The cruise ship would arrive in just one night, so he could wait at the beach.
Luo Zhi didn't delay any further. He put on his baseball cap and put his schoolbag on his shoulders.
He hesitated at the door for a moment, but still did not take away the guitar and drawing board. He just placed them neatly side by side on the coffee table.
The service at this level of hotel is very thoughtful and meticulous. Items left in the room will be strictly and properly preserved, and the guest will be contacted to pick them up, or they will be mailed to the address.
Although his ID card is most likely required to check in, and for convenience, the card has been in his trouser pocket these days...but not everyone likes to read the entertainment section, and the other party probably doesn't know who he is or what his reputation is outside.
As for whether he would know in the future, would it be like every time, when the situation suddenly became very bad and ended in a sudden downturn, would the other party regret saving the wrong person...
Based on experience, it's probably going to happen, but it doesn't matter, at least so far, he's really happy.
Anyway, he couldn't remember any more details about yesterday, so he just let him be so bold as to deceive himself for once and believe that in addition to the script, the other transaction was really completed.
The stranger believed that he had never done anything bad and answered "yes", so he got all his belongings as agreed.
Because he was in a good mood, he generously gave the other party the script.
Because the other party was in a good mood and wanted to meet him again and make friends, I gave him a boat ticket.
However, due to an urgent matter, the gentleman who bought his belongings had to leave immediately, so he only took the script and forgot everything else in the room.
…
It's quite convoluted and a bit far-fetched, but isn't this also very reasonable logic?
I don’t know whether Mr. Shadow, who always does good deeds every day, would feel puzzled when he received the call from the hotel, or would just indifferently tell the hotel to deal with it themselves and let these belongings be thrown away as garbage.
But these things have little to do with him.
Luo Zhi touched the guitar again. He closed his eyes and squatted quietly for a while with his forehead against the pillow.
I hope this Mr. Shadow knows what he is talking about.
The guitar wasn't worth much; I just bought it from a roadside music store for three hundred bucks. But there were a few songs in the guitar bag that Luo Zhi had never recorded or released since he was blackened by the entire internet, and he was still reluctant to sell them.
According to the prices offered by several music companies, selling any one song would be enough to pay for a month's stay in any expensive hotel.
Luo Zhi was holding his schoolbag, his arms unconsciously shaking from the force he exerted as he squeezed the painting into a ball.
Luo Zhi tried to make that nasal sound of approval. He couldn't hear his own voice, so he didn't even know whether he had succeeded or not.
How come he has never done anything bad? He was a coward, and even refused to look at the things Aunt Ren left for him for fear of falling into a trap.
Go and apologize to Aunt Ren in person in a few days.
Luo Zhi raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
Taking advantage of the fact that he didn't remember anything, he lay on the coffee table and used the hotel's pencil to scribble out a sketch that he felt very good about on the note that was to be used as a message for the guests.
This time the painting is very good.
He concentrated on finishing the last stroke, then shamelessly treated the image as real, imprinting it in his mind.
Mr. Shadow bent his shoulders and tilted the umbrella over his head.
Say "Yeah" to him.
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