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There are not too many people who follow international news. Most of them watch political and current events. At most, they can glance at the headline of this kind of news that is similar to trivialities.
There are always exceptions to everything.
The Lin family maintains the tradition of reading newspapers. When Lin Chiang reads the newspaper in his spare time, he scans this section.
"Chen Zhan." He said the name word by word from his mouth, his face instantly became cold.
Jiang Ying was washing the fruits, and after hearing the words, she took a look and couldn't help but feel amused: "Mosaic on the faces of people, you can also recognize this."
Lin Chiang said coldly: "If you lose a bone, I can tell if it's his."
Jiang Ying said meaningfully, "When my friend came last time, but you called the wrong person when you applied a mask, your eyesight has improved?"
Lin Chiang analyzed: "You have the same hairstyle, she still wears your headband, and she can't recognize her height when sitting on the sofa, let alone see it from the back..."
Jiang Ying interrupted: "But you can recognize a bone of Chen Zhan."
"..."
Not because of too much persecution!
Jiang Ying didn't care about him, looking at the news: "Yin Ronglan doesn't seem to be with him. Could it be the Cold War?"
Lin Chiang was not interested in other people's family affairs. After a while, he suddenly turned the corner of his mouth slightly, closed the newspaper, and said, "I don't know what Yin Ronglan felt when he saw this."
The person concerned responded to his question with action.
Since June 6, Yin Ronglan, who has always been low-key, has frequently appeared in the financial news section:
"Yin Group's Acquisition of Tetra Lejia Drinking Industry", "People and Power: One's Power", "Yin's President intends to cooperate with automobile giants"...
-Frontal Battle.
Yin Ronglan deliberately suppressed the news from fermenting on domestic platforms, but he could not hide it from the eyes of insiders.
"Horrible, Chen Zhan actually walked out of the country!"
"Good thing! He should have opened his eyes to see the world, rushed out of Y City, and moved towards the world!"
"What is Yin Ronglan doing? Scolding him through the news?"
Various discussions abound.
Yin Ronglan was naturally unwilling to let others watch jokes for free, so he touched the dog in the yard: "He should be back."
The dog didn't understand it, and barked twice.
The tacit understanding between the two parties was deep. Chen Zhan, who was far away in another country, saw financial news and at the same time witnessed Yin Ronglan's determination to let the sky know not to admit defeat.
The spirit of not apologizing for death is very moving.
It's like this and won't go back again. Once went to the hot search on Weibo, couldn't imagine it.
After asking the police station, the two addicts will be released in three days. Chen Zhan booked the air ticket two days later, and in the rest of the time, he was going to take a stroll around the neighborhood to see if there were any souvenirs that Yin Ronglan could take home.
[System: Hard mouth and soft heart. 】
Chen Zhan prevented it from continuing to sigh with emotion: "Let you pay more attention to the headquarters, have you noticed?"
The system’s attention is easily biased, and the immediate response: [Not only did the headquarters fail to suppress messages about the host, but privately promoted this trend. 】
After discovering this violation, it had to push back the idea of rebellion.
Chen Zhan didn't feel surprised at all after hearing this: "What else?"
[System: One thing is not sure, but if it is true, Mr. Wu should come to you. 】
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows, when did he even learn to play dumb riddles?
[System: and host learning. 】
He spoke with pride.
Chen Zhan sighed, he was really learning bad things.
The restraint force concealed curiosity very well, and digging out information from the system without getting to the bottom, according to the original plan, went to the nearby commercial street.
When it comes to food, chocolate is easy to carry. Yin Ronglan doesn't like sweets, so Chen Zhan chose a few cute key buckles, and the extra ones were prepared for the readers' lucky draw.
At the checkout counter, Chen Zhan happened to meet a robbery man with a hood and a knife. Chen Zhan was too lazy to waste time and hit the man's chin with an elbow.
Robbers and cashiers screaming.
One is painful, the other is scared.
Chen Zhan kicked off the knife in the robber's hand and urged the cashier: "Find money."
I knew it was so troublesome. should get a card before go abroad. It's much more convenient than scattered cash.
The cashier has already called the police, smiled gratefully, and was about to speak. Chen Zhan said first: "I have left the business card on the table. If there is a bonus, please contact me in time. If you verbally praise me, I will receive it."
Put things up and leave.
The fleeting years are not good enough to see Mr. Wu standing next to the villa, which is fully confirmed.
"You don't seem surprised."
After Chen Zhan entered the password, the door opened.
Mr. Wu looked around: "It's a big deal, unlike your style."
Chen Zhan didn't want to waste time discussing the origin of the villa. A few days ago, he thought that after night school, the other party would not bother him for a while, who knows that things are fickle.
Mr. Wu is somewhat similar to Yin Ronglan, who likes calculations who do not show a trace.
Chen Zhan raised an eyebrow before he opened his hypocritical polite set: "Straightforward."
Mr. Wu put down a lot of small pieces of printed paper, all of which were homicide.
None of these cases were solved, and the death was peculiar. Chen Zhan didn't read the contents at all. He found the earliest case based on the date, which was the first day of last month. After pondering for a moment: "The headquarters is cleaning up the stranded people?"
Mr. Wu saw everything in his eyes with a complicated expression: "You are a terrible opponent."
Chen Zhanxi said shyly: "If you haven't been to college, you will inevitably pay more attention to problems."
"..." Turning the ugly look away, Mr. Wu took a deep breath: "Guess how many stranded people there are in this world?"
Chen Zhan glanced at him, lowered his head and fell silent, only then discovered the long-standing misunderstanding. In his opinion, most people will definitely choose to return to the original world after the mission to meet their relatives and friends. In fact, more people choose to stay.
Some of the wealth at your fingertips may already have families on this plane.
They have reasons to stay.
Mr. Wu whispered: "Who knows what is right after going back, and what the flow of time is, maybe the relatives are not in the world long ago."
Chen Zhan looked at him: "This is just your excuse."
Mr. Wu shrugged and said noncommittal: "Whitewashing value is everything. The amount you earn from completing the task is limited, so there is no value."
From a business perspective, they all seem to work for the headquarters. Once seniority is long, creativity declines, and a system is wasted, the headquarters will naturally find ways to lay off staff.
Chen Zhan glanced at the paper on the table: "These are those who can't afford the protection fee?"
Mr. Wu: "The task is completed smoothly. How do you know that the whitewashing value after clearance will be so difficult to earn."
Speaking of this, he smiled badly: "Not everyone has the foresight to exchange for dead props."
It was this that he hated Chen Zhan the most, and he couldn't say that he was jealous.
Because the other party chose the right path, they shouldn't obey the system from the beginning and complete those garbage tasks.
Chen Zhan got up and closed the curtains: "What is your relationship with me?"
Without the right to intervene in the choice of others, the result of the choice has nothing to do with him.
"Some people are incapable, some..." Mr. Wu dragged his tone and looked at him gleefully: "They are too capable to be jealous."
Chen Zhan picked up one and read the content: "The system is the most rules-sensitive, and the headquarters will not attack me. It is the superiors' means to suppress it while letting it go."
Mr. Wu asked: "How do you plan to respond?"
As far as he knew, Chen Zhan would never act as a chess piece obediently to cooperate with the headquarters' moves.
"Living seriously, earning whitewashing value by your own efforts." Chen Zhan incidentally mentioned: "I am writing a script recently."
With incredulous gaze, he continued: "You live here first, and come back with me in two days, so it's safer."
Mr. Wu: "I have no shortage of whitening value."
Chen Zhan nodded, "But if you manipulate other stranded people to do bad things, you may not be killed by the group."
Obviously caring for people's words, but why does it sound so frightening?
In the end, Mr. Wu chose to stay. In order to prevent Chen Zhan from calculating, he basically locked himself in the house.
It was only two days, and it was over.
I don't know who infected the bad luck to whom. Late that night, when Chen Zhan was writing the script, a red light suddenly appeared outside.
A small white spot flew over the night sky, and the person rushing into the lawn from outside the iron gate trembled and fell to the ground.
With such a big movement, Mr. Wu naturally opened the door.
"What happened?"
Chen Zhan carried the bucket and sighed: "Call the police."
Burned like this, there is no breathing, and at first sight it is hopeless.
Before the police came, Mr. Wu's tone was somewhat mocking: "Isn't it troublesome?"
The law enforcement officers deliberately killed people here, which at least made Chen Zhan's heart disturbed.
The focus of the two parties' attention was obviously different. Chen Zhan squatted down to examine the body: "It turns out that the stranded people know no borders."
Mr. Wu looked on indifferently, as if he was just disgusting that the corpse had polluted the air: "This is the end of the game that can't afford the value of whitewashing."
Chen Zhan was familiar with the process of recording a confession.
In another interrogation room, Mr. Wu suddenly reacted and was taken advantage of by Chen Zhan and acted as a witness for the other party for free.
To his surprise, Chen Zhan's inquiry took a long time to end. Afterwards, two policemen accompanied them to the villa.
On the way, Mr. Wu once wanted to ask what happened, but it was inconvenient to speak because of the presence of other people.
When Chen Zhan entered the room, first turned on the computer, opened one of the documents, and roughly translated it in a foreign language.
Mr. Wu stood aside, and the more he listened, the more he felt scared. The content he read was similar to the one who died tragically.
Chen Zhan used fluent language to communicate with the police: "This is my new script."
"Imitate killing?" One of the policemen frowned.
Chen Zhan frowned: "But my article has never been published, and the manuscript has not been lost. How could it..."
The two police officers looked at each other and finally turned their eyes on Mr. Wu at the same time.
"..."
I fuck your uncle!
No matter how good the education is, the resentment at the moment can't be matched.
Mr. Wu was taken to the bureau again for questioning, and the system jumped out: "So the host was calculating him in the morning?"
Chen Zhan smiled and gently touched his chubby head: "What does he calculate?"
Yuanqiu is unknown, so: "But the article was not written like this two days ago."
"I've read all the reports." Chen Zhan stood up: "The way law enforcers kill the stranded people is nothing but fire, thunder and lightning, and water. Since I choose to kill people, fire and thunder are the most convenient."
With the addition of a specific method of death at my door, it is too arrogant during the day, and the time must be late at night...
These factors are combined, and he has written a total of five articles on different methods of death, and the one just shown is just one of them.
The ball shuddered.
Chen Zhan: "Presumably, the media will report on this case tomorrow."
System: "What are the benefits to the host?"
"The law enforcers wanted to implicate me in such a big trouble..." Chen Zhan said very calmly: "Maybe in the end, domestic and foreign will fight for the copyright of this script."
The case in the novel is staged in reality, how big the gimmick is.
"..."
Chen Zhan smiled and continued to touch the ball: "What's your expression?"
Looks like he got on the thief ship by mistake.
The system was chilled: "There is no evidence, I guess people will be released soon."
Chen Zhan: "Make Mr. Wu more uncomfortable, I won't suffer."
It is estimated that in another day, the police will have to come to him.
It was also Chen Zhan who created too much international news a few days ago, which caused the police to put their suspicions on Mr. Wu for the first time. When they calm down, they will find that the author who wrote these is the subject of observation.
System: "The host is not worried?"
The corners of Chen Zhan’s mouth curled up slightly: “Just in case, I have installed surveillance outside before.”
The addict who originally lived here has a guilty conscience, naturally it is impossible to pay for this kind of thing.
Two days later, Y city.
The villa was thoroughly cleaned up and the ingredients were fresh, waiting for another owner to return home.
No see in one day, like three autumns.
Not seen for two days, lingering in dreams.
One of the first seven can pass... It stands to reason that Chen Zhan should go back slowly.
It is a pity that Yin Ronglan did not wait for the news of his return, but that night, he saw a very familiar face on the news network.
The author has something to say: Chen Zhan: I don't want it either.
Yin Ronglan:...