"Are you a descendant of Guangchengzi? Where are the Heavenly Seal and Zhuxian Sword?"

A passer-by walked by, listened to it, and came up with a few jokes.

"There is no Fantian Seal and Zhuxian Sword, only a Yin-Yang Mirror." Guang Han actually replied in a serious manner.

The man laughed and said to Zheng Qi: "Boss Zheng, your friend is really interesting. I happen to be filming a new drama of this type. Why don't I become a trainee screenwriter?"

Zheng Qi was obviously very familiar with the other party, he waved his hand: "Stop making trouble, and watch your beauties!"

The man still refused to leave: "Speaking of beauties, you have a big beauty here, I'm afraid you won't let me see."

Qu Jie was a little embarrassed: "Director Xu, stop making fun of me."

Director Xu casually exchanged a few pleasantries, and focused the conversation on Guanghan.

"Is it a yin and yang mirror? What function do you think this yin and yang mirror has?"

Guanghan said: "What is illuminated during the day is the yang world, and what is illuminated at night is the underworld. The yin and yang mirror can transfer the yin and yang of a predestined person."

Director Xu's eyes lit up: "This setting is not bad, can it also lead the dead to come back to life?"

Guanghan: "That would disrupt the rules of the Three Realms and Five Elements."

Director Xu frowned and thought, and then clapped his hands: "I have a clue, Boss Zheng, I'll go first! Who else is there, what's your name? I'll send you a ticket when the movie is released, remember to come!"

He didn't wait for Guanghan to answer his name, turned around and left, and quickly disappeared behind the door of the venue.

Zheng Qi said with a smile: "He is a drama idiot, he has to grasp everything from the script, and he just happened to be at a bottleneck recently. I guess it was your words that gave him some inspiration."

This is a small episode, and no one cares about it.

Due to Zheng Qi's status and energy, as long as he stands there, there will be a steady stream of people coming to say hello.

Qu Jie was fine, he was originally an artist under Zheng Qi's banner, and he was not obtrusive regardless of his personal status, but He Shu and Guang Han were not in the circle at first glance, and some people even mistook them for Zheng Qi's bodyguards , He Shu was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and ran to the corner with Guanghan to continue the unfinished dinner.

"The yin and yang mirror you just said is true?" He Shu asked him.

Guanghan: "Just talking nonsense."

He Shu: "What about Guang Chengzi?"

Guanghan looked at him strangely: "I'm not telling you a lie, you said that I'm a descendant of Guangchengzi."

He Shu: "Then are you right?"

Their eyes met, and He Shu actually saw a little bit of cunning in Guanghan's eyes.

So his usually dull and reticent is really just pretending!

Guanghan: "I am not."

He Shu: "What's your last name?"

Guanghan: "I have amnesia, and when I wake up, I don't have an ID card. I only remember the word Guanghan."

The corner of He Shu's mouth twitched: "You continue to make up."

Guanghan really continued to edit: "Without an ID card, I can't find a serious job. Even the delivery staff need to register with their real names. I can only go to a black restaurant to work and wash dishes to support my family."

He Shu said abruptly: "The devil has tried every means to covet me, how about you? You won't tell me suddenly one day that you want my life?"

Guanghan's hand forking the food with the fork didn't stop, he was eating at a constant speed all the time.

"Why do you ask?"

He Shu: "I've always felt that your so-called seemingly normal people's work and rest habits are all learned, just like now."

He looked at Guanghan's right hand holding the fork.

He Shu himself has a little habit. When holding a fork, he will pinch the end of the handle with his thumb and middle finger, and lift his index finger slightly.

Guanghan obviously copied this gesture completely.

There are many other details.

For example, He Shu likes to dip watermelon in salt, it’s just a personal hobby, and it’s a niche hobby, but after seeing Guanghan once, every time he eats watermelon, he will imitate him and dip it in salt first, as if it’s okay if he doesn’t do that.will be excluded as heterogeneous.

After he learned to watch TV and surf the Internet, this kind of behavior became less and less, and he became more and more "normal".

Using amnesia as an explanation may answer some questions, but more questions bubble up.

"Isn't it normal?"

Guanghan seems to be asking him, but also seems to be asking himself.

Normal is of course good, it can make him integrate into the crowd society faster.

But for those close to me, can't help but want to explore more.

Just as He Shu was about to answer, Zheng Qi's assistant over there came over and invited them to get in the car together and go to the residence that Zheng Qi had agreed upon earlier.

He Shu thought that rich people like Zheng Qi would take them to places like villas.

But no, Zheng Qi's driver drove into the city center and finally stopped at the entrance of a high-end apartment.

The 22nd floor of the apartment is one of Zheng Qi's residences. When you enter the door and bypass the entrance, you will find a large floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view.

Looking at the neon lights in the distance, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city, and having a glass of red wine in front of the sofa, you will feel that you can't ask for more in life.

But the imagination only flashed in my mind. There were two other people present, who seemed to have just arrived and were taking a nap on the sofa.

"Great, Mr. Song is here too!"

Zheng Qi smiled, stepped forward to take the old man's hand, and shook it twice vigorously.

"Who is this?"

Beside the old man, there was a young woman with neat short hair and a cold expression.

"This is my close disciple, Fang Yue."

"It turned out to be Miss Fang, nice to meet you."

Seeing that she didn't intend to shake hands, Zheng Qi withdrew her outstretched hand and just nodded in greeting.

Wang Zhixing couldn't help frowning: "Mr. Zheng, how much trouble are you in?"

It is a big trouble that requires so many people to solve it together.

But sometimes more people do not mean higher efficiency. Various sects, various opinions, talking all over the place may be counterproductive.

Originally, when Zheng Qi called He Shu and the others over, Wang Zhixing was not very happy, but now there are two more, isn't this a clear distrust of his ability?

"Master Wang, don't mind."

Zheng Qi could see what he was thinking.

"My matter is a bit tricky, and it's a long story. There will be a Korean Feng Shui master in a while, and he will be here soon. Please wait a moment, and I will explain the reason to you right away. Master Wang, please give me face. When the trouble is resolved later, I will definitely invite friends from the business world to introduce you grandly."

Speaking of this, Wang Zhixing didn't want to leave in a huff.

He set up his own family because he fell out with other members of the Seven Stars faction and needed to find another way out. Zheng Qi's here was his crucial first step.

He Shu and Guang Han are not in a hurry.

The apartment is a duplex, covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters. Zheng Qi doesn’t come to live often, but just uses him as a living room. He Shu simply asks his assistant to take him up and down for a tour, while Guang Han concentrates on watching the chefs beside the kitchen counter. Making snacks seemed to be a hundred times more important than solving Zheng Qi's troubles.

About half an hour later, the Korean Feng Shui master finally arrived late.

Zheng Qi invited everyone to the living room and made a unified introduction.

Only then did everyone know that the old gentleman was Song Taiping, an expert from Wandao.

The Song family does not belong to any school or faction. It is said that the family has a long history. The ancestors used to be the secretary of the Qintianjian in the late Qing Dynasty. Compiled Tongsheng, helped people make a living on weddings and funerals, auspicious and unlucky days, and gradually became famous. Now the Tongsheng calendar written by the Song family has many fans in overseas Chinese circles.

As for the last Korean feng shui master, Jin Yingxin, who studied art in Hong Kong Island, is also quite famous in Korea.

Northeast Asia is deeply influenced by Chinese culture. From South Korea to Japan, there are still many people who believe in Fengshui yin and yang theory. Jin Yingxin is in his 30s and 40s. He has fair skin and a slightly fat body. The shrewdness of the businessman.

"Before boarding the plane, I just solved a small problem for Mr. Park Shanxi of Haotian Group, and then caught up with the delay of the plane, which made everyone wait for a long time."

Jin Yingxin bowed directly, but in his words he brought up the name of Haotian Group, intentionally or unintentionally explaining his status and worth.

Wang Zhixing said: "Didn't your country's presidential palace invite you to see the Feng Shui of the Blue House?"

As we all know, every South Korean president did not end well. It is rumored that the Blue House looks like a tomb and has extremely bad feng shui.

Jin Yingxin's face darkened slightly, and he didn't smile: "I often travel to Hong Kong Island, but I've never heard of Mr. Wang's name. I think your mouth is so vicious, it must be the reason why you can't meet noble people?"

He Shu: ...

He now knows that he wronged Wang Zhixing just now.

Although the Korean feng shui master gave him a lot of power as soon as he came up, Wang Zhixing was also purely wicked. He treated everyone like this, and he didn't deliberately target He Shu at the banquet.

When the two first met, they confronted each other like a black-eyed chicken, and Zheng Qi frowned slightly.

The assistant stood up: "Don't quarrel, you two, Mr. Zheng invited you here because he has something very important to say."

Jin Yingxin pushed his glasses, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, Boss Zheng, you might as well just say it straight, we are all ears."

He speaks Chinese very well, uses idioms freely, and can't hear a foreign accent at all.

Wang Zhixing finally shut up.

Zheng Qi invited them to this apartment for a reason.

Opposite this apartment in the city center, looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a Xinhuan Building among the tall buildings.

Xinhuan Building is the property under the name of Zheng Qi, and it is also one of his main sources of income.

One of the floors of this building, except for his own import and export trading company, the other floors are leased to other companies to earn rent.

Zheng Qi doesn't need to do anything, as long as Xinhuan Building is still there, as long as it is the center of Hucheng City, he can continue to enjoy a steady stream of income.

But there is a problem with Xinhuan Building.

The assistant told the story instead of Zheng Qi.

"This problem didn't just come out recently, it's been around since it was built. Strange things happen to the building from time to time. We didn't take it seriously at first, but later, even the security guards of the building reported that they often heard it when they patrolled in the middle of the night. There were footsteps behind me, but when I turned my head, there was no one there.”

Business people are more or less superstitious, Zheng Qi asked several masters to come over to have a look, monks and priests are also not taboo about meat and vegetables, and they have performed several Buddhist rituals, but the situation has not improved, but has gotten worse.

Since the year before last, people have been killed in Xinhuan Building.

There are cleaners who accidentally fell to their deaths while cleaning windows, employees who were laid off by the company and couldn't think about it for a while and jumped off the building, and some white-collar workers were hit and killed by drunk drivers not far from the building.

Although they were all accidents, rumors inevitably spread over time.

"How many people die every year? Is the number the same?" Wang Zhixing interjected.

The assistant looked at Zheng Qi, saw him nodding his head slightly, and replied: "Later, we counted, and counting the people who left the building in car accidents, eight people died every year the year before last and last year."

Hearing this, Jin Yingxin naturally asked, "What about this year?"

The assistant said: "So far, there is only one, her name is Liang Qingru, and she works as a marketing planner at Hexuan Real Estate on the 21st floor. On the night of October 16, she worked overtime because of a meeting, so she didn't go back until around nine o'clock in the evening. , the security guard and colleagues said that when she walked to the door, she forgot to bring her mobile phone and went upstairs to get it. The monitoring at that time could also prove this. But after she entered the elevator, she did not go to the 21st floor to get her mobile phone. The elevator is on the 14th floor After stopping, she followed out and disappeared until her body was found at the bottom of the elevator the next day."

Jin Yingxin: "What about surveillance?"

The assistant said: "It's broken."

Facing everyone's suspicious eyes, he smiled wryly: "It's really bad. At that time, in order to respond to the city government's promotion of energy conservation and environmental protection, and to reduce overtime, three of the four elevators stopped after eight o'clock, and only one was still running. , The surveillance video of that elevator is normal. We also took the backup. If you need it, you can play it later. The corridor surveillance from the 10th to the 23rd floor happened to be undergoing routine maintenance that day. After six o'clock that day cannot be observed."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, he really immediately found the video backup of that night, and in order to save everyone's time, he directly adjusted the video time to a few minutes before the incident.

A few minutes later, surveillance showed a young girl entering the elevator and pressing the button for the twenty-first floor.

But when the elevator number showed "14", the elevator stopped and opened the door.

Immediately after Liang Qingru walked out, a few seconds passed, the elevator door slowly closed, and the empty elevator continued to ascend to the 21st floor, and opened the door on the 21st floor as usual.

"We've already looked at it carefully. If you don't want to waste time, you don't need to read it. After that, no one pressed the elevator. It wasn't until someone came to work in the morning that the elevator descended from the 21st floor to the first floor, but At that time, there seemed to be some obstacles on the first floor, and I couldn’t go up, so the security guard called the elevator maintenance personnel, and it was during the maintenance that Liang Qingru’s disappearance was reported, and her body was found shortly thereafter.”

"Did anyone work overtime that day on the fourteenth floor?" He Shu asked.

"We asked, no." The assistant said.

"Video, go back and watch it again." The old man Song Taiping said suddenly, "Just before she stepped out of the elevator."

The assistant obeyed.

In the video, after the girl entered the elevator, she subconsciously took a look in her bag. She might want to take out her mobile phone to look at it, but remembered that her mobile phone was left upstairs, so she subconsciously raised her head to look at the number of floors jumping, and walked after the elevator stopped. go out.

"Here it is!" Song Taiping shouted to stop, and the assistant immediately pressed the pause button.