(BL)[MTL] Dressed as the hero and his uncle

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Chapter 51

    This Christmas Eve, the public opinion on the Internet was extremely noisy.

    When Wen Hejun returned home, he still had a spicy scent on his body.

    The two stayed in the Japanese grocery store for a while, seeing that Luan Mingli really had no appetite, Wen Hejun simply took him around the street a few times until Luan Mingli had something he wanted to eat.

    They had a good meal in a Malatang restaurant, and when they returned home, it was past 12 o'clock.

    Wen Hejun didn't turn on the light.

    He closed the door, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, looking down at his phone.

    An unread message was displayed on the phone, which was sent by the two while they were eating.

    "Luan Mingli: Merry Christmas"

    I don't know when he found a space to send it... He obviously didn't notice that he was making small movements when he was eating.

    Wen Hejun couldn't help evoking a smile, and replied with a smile.

    "Merry Christmas."

    The top left of the screen became typing, then changed back to the name, and then became typing again.

    "Go to bed early... Have a good Christmas Eve, good night."

    "Good night."

    Wen Hejun put down his phone, quietly looked at the empty room with no lights on, and took a deep breath.

    In the dark night, he walked up the stairs and slowly returned to his bedroom.

    The computer inside kept its screen off, and when Wen Hejun moved his hand, the screen lit up.

    What stays is a chat interface.

    Wen Hejun did not check the news on this interface, but connected to the mobile phone first, transferred all the chat records and cut-offs of tonight to the computer, and backed them up to the cloud and hidden files one after another, and then looked at the chat in a blink of an eye. Record.

    It is the information collected by the people he arranged, about the public opinion on the Internet this time.

    To be honest, Wen Hejun, like Luan Mingli, is quite disdainful of these public opinions on the Internet.

    To be honest, they did what they did well, and it was impossible for them to care about such a trivial matter. To put it simply, no matter how bloody the public opinion on the Internet is, it is impossible to affect their normal life.

    If this matter were put on Wen Hejun, he probably wouldn't even bother, just like what Luan Mingli is doing now.

    But the problem is that the person targeted by online public opinion is not him, but his close friend.

    Wen Hejun didn't care about others targeting him, but he couldn't care less about someone targeting Luan Mingli.

    Therefore, he dragged Luan Mingli out for dinner tonight, not only because he was worried about the other party's health, but also to see if he felt uncomfortable due to the public opinion on the Internet.

    ——No, it doesn't mean "if Luan Mingli is not affected, give this group of people a lighter punishment".

    It's just that if Luan Mingli is not affected, then Wen Hejun can consider letting everything go slowly and giving the people behind the scenes a little reprieve.

    As for which is more painful, grinding meat with a blunt knife or chopping hemp with a sharp knife, Wen Hejun doesn't care about it.

    "That is to say, it is certain that someone is behind the scenes to fuel the flames?" Wen Hejun read all the messages sent from the other side, and extracted this conclusion from them.

    "Yes, it's basically that certain." The other party has been waiting for him to reply to the message, not to mention that people who work on programs often have a night owl's heart, so the message is replied quickly.

    "In addition, Mr. Wen, there is one more thing."

    "When we were searching for clues on the Internet just now, a signal connected to us and sent us some information." "

    This signal seems to know you, he said Code Glasses, and you'll understand."

    - Code Glasses?

    Wen Hejun's mind spun rapidly, and it took a while to lock on to the target.

    It was probably the glasses programmer in Yunxi studio. Thanks to him giving some clues, he was able to solve the problem as soon as possible.

    However, Wen Hejun knew quite a few people with the nickname Spectacles. He guessed that this person mistook his intelligence officers for Luan Mingli's, and thought that the boss of these intelligence officers was Luan Mingli... Forget it, it doesn't matter.

    "I know who it is, what did he say?"

    "You just need to know him, then we will put his information in the category to be determined..."

    Then, the intelligence personnel quickly sent a few screenshots and files.

    Wen Hejun looked at it, his eyes narrowed slightly.

    ———

    "Glasses, if you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

    Liu Sui lay on the bed and yawned big, and shrank back under the quilt because he felt a little cold.

    The programmer of the glasses silently tapped on the keyboard twice more, and put a set of data into a certain folder: "Wait a minute, I will go to sleep after I finish processing this part." "You checked it at

    night It's been a whole night, haven't you found anything yet?"

    The light from the desk was so bright that Liu Sui couldn't fall asleep in this environment, so he sat up from the bed with some difficulty, hugging A pillow, while looking in the direction of the desk.

    He is now living in the staff dormitory rented for safety after Lin Ziyue was hijacked by an inexplicable kind, and the glasses programmer is his roommate.

    Originally, the game worker had an unrestrained heart and loved to stay up late, and the environment was so bright, his drowsiness was brewing, but it all disappeared.

    "Really nothing was found?"

    "...It was found out a little bit, but I think it's a bit strange."

    The glasses programmer looked up.

    "Those who took the lead in instigating seem to have received a somewhat provocative submission email, and they are biased towards the nature of a big V. Naturally, they will carefully review the submission, and then they will be distracted by the rhythm of the submission—" "Of course, there are

    also Part of it is not like this. But we don’t know whether they received emails from other places, or listened to the words of their colleagues, or were bought..." "In short, public opinion is guided in this way." This time

    the

    rhythmic Among them, many are big V, or famous people in this industry. They belong to the kind who don't eat. It is difficult to be bribed logically, but they have also inserted themselves into this battle.

    The programmers of the glasses searched and searched, and finally found some clues in the mailboxes of several of them, and finally came to such a conclusion.

    "...Didn't you say that this is illegal? Be careful of being arrested." Liu Sui was silent for two seconds, "If you are arrested, I will remember to visit you in the prison every year during the Ching Ming Festival."

    Glasses The programmer twitched the corner of his mouth: "Forget about Ching Ming Festival, thank you." "

    It's just a few mailboxes. I have done a good job of protecting myself. So far, no one seems to have discovered it."

    Liu Sui nodded: "Then you Great, can you find out the background of the sender of the email."

    If I can find out, will I still explain to you while I am busy here?

    The glasses programmer sighed.

    "I didn't find this, but I found something else."

    He found that this mailbox is actually like the one in the studio. Most people have sent emails, but the mailboxes of most people in the studio have passed through Processing, such completely unfamiliar emails are forbidden to be accepted, and employees can't see them at all.

    "...What was said in these emails?"

    The glasses programmer thought about it for a while: "There are some who bribe money, and some who sow discord..."

    Needless to say the former, the most typical example of the latter is Lin Ziyue, the victim of the previous incident.

    She received an email with an unknown voice, vaguely pointing to Luan Mingli, implying that he was the culprit in Lin Ziyue's kidnapping, and that he was the one who made up for the purchase of the studio.

    To be honest, if it wasn't for the spectacle programmer who helped Liu Sui handle a lot of procedures, knowing the specific situation of the studio at that time, and knowing what type of contract Luan Mingli signed with Liu Sui, he would have believed it.

    If this email was really sent to Lin Ziyue, Lin Ziyue might really have a little doubt.

    ——But it’s just a little bit, after all, things like trust are not built just by the initial things.

    "...You mean, someone is targeting our sponsor's father?" Liu Sui's brain quickly filtered all the news and simply purified it.

    The eye programmer was silent for two seconds, suspecting that he had just said a lot of words in vain: "...That's it."

    "How could there be such a person!" Liu Sui gritted his teeth angrily, "What does this person want to do?"

    "Could it be that there is a benefactor behind the little star before? So

    he came to take revenge on our benefactor's father ?" You have to take revenge for the benefactor's father! Whose benefactor is no longer the benefactor! Really!"

    Liu Sui clenched his fists vowingly, and spit out a series of words from his mouth.

    The glasses were a bit of a headache after being talked about by this large group of patrons, and he pressed his temples.

    "Trouble you, ban! Stop! Trick! Babe!"

    "... As for how to help the sponsor's father solve this matter, I think..." Glasses thought for two seconds.

    He was just about to say something about his own thoughts, when he found that the mailbox indicated that he had received the message.

    I opened it and saw that it was an email from another person I met on the Internet before, the father of the funder or the intelligence personnel of the father of the funder's friend.

    After simply scanning the contents of the email, the glasses programmer touched his chin, stood up from the chair, and picked up his roommate who was paralyzed on the bed.

    "Is there any plan for designing this part of the game before? It's the part drawn by the patron's father." "

    ...This kind of thing must still be there." Liu Sui didn't think about it.

    "Find it out, bring it back or take a photo and send it to me."

    "...Now?"

    "Now. Mr. Wen is ready to fight back."

    Liu Sui blinked, and suddenly lost the laziness of his whole body, and stood up quietly : "OK! For the patron father!"

Chapter 52

    The time has passed 12 o'clock, and many people have fallen into a good sleep.

    On the Internet, many people who usually go to bed early are excitedly discussing what happened on Christmas Eve, chattering about their own experiences, and the atmosphere is much hotter than at this time in the past.

    According to the usual habits, Bai Qi should be ready to go to bed at this point. Although she can barely be classified as a dead house, she is trying to maintain a good schedule, and going to bed at 12:00 is already a habit.

    But today is something rare, Bai Qi is still not sleepy at this point, and even more energetic, staring at the computer screen intently.

    Her fingers were hovering over the keyboard, as if she wanted to type, but she didn't do it in the end.

    She really wanted to participate in the quarrel on the Internet, and even organized most of the content of the quarrel in her mind, but she didn't know how to type it out.

    She only has one Weibo account, which is her tuba.

    It's not that he is worried that using his own identity to end up will affect his reputation. It's just that if Bai Qi is worried that she will end again, it's easy to drag her fans into this battle, which will lead to an escalation of the war of public opinion on the Internet, which is contrary to the original purpose.

    But she was still a little reconciled.

    Angry for a long time, Bai Qi called and harassed her boyfriend in the middle of the night, "borrowed" her boyfriend's Weibo account through gentle persuasion, and quickly fought in the battlefield of public opinion.

    "It seems that you are really angry." The voice of Bai Qi's boyfriend yawning came from the mobile phone that had been communicating for more than ten minutes.

    "...It's not just anger." Bai Qi banged on the keyboard, even though her boyfriend's account was just an ordinary netizen, all her speeches were drowned in the crowd, but she was still enthusiastic.

    "I just feel that if it weren't for this Weibo post I posted, this incident wouldn't have caused such a big commotion... Those people just tore up a few words in their own small circle, so it wouldn't be so hotly searched. "Bai Qi sighed, "I'm a little sorry."

    Bai Qi's boyfriend on the other end of the phone stopped talking, and he also knew what caused the trouble on Christmas Eve tonight, so he pressed his forehead with some headaches.

    After thinking about it for a long time, he fumbled to find the trumpet he played football with before, and rushed to the battlefield of the public opinion battle.

    Although he doesn't know painting very well, nor does he understand the cause and effect of this matter very well, and he hasn't even played that game -

    anyway, it's fine if his girlfriend is right!

    What did my trumpet say, my trumpet followed suit and said, who is not a repeater?

    Soon, there was another wave splashing hard in the online battlefield.

    After a long time, Bai Qi was a little tired from typing on the keyboard, and finally there were some traces of drowsiness. By the way, she glanced at the mobile phone that was not hung up beside her.

    More than two hours...

    Ah, it's already past 2 o'clock in the morning.

    Bai Qi suddenly realized this, and then had the urge to yawn.

    In the past, when talking on the phone, she rarely talked for more than two hours...

    Thinking of this, she rubbed her eyes, and was going to sleep after spraying the idiot in front of her.

    He poked open the homepage of a person who was speaking on his side. Bai Qi was just about to see if he could learn something, when he found a Weibo reposted by the other party.

    It took her a little effort to read the long text, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

    Although I know that even if I say that, some people will still be unconvinced, but I have to say, this is definitely a sharp weapon that can beat those yin and yang weird things to the ground!

    This is a rather long Weibo, and the person who posted the Weibo is not a familiar name, but there is a Weibo certification that has a sufficiently important role in this matter.

    "The owner and chief planner of Yunxi Studio, Liu Sui"

    is simple and clear, concise and to the point.

    Bai Qi clicked on the homepage of this Weibo and looked at it for a while. It seemed that it was a life account before. No one knew that this was the Weibo owned by the master planner of a well-known stand-alone game recently.

    But now that the real-name authentication comes out, it is obvious that this life Weibo can no longer be treated as an ordinary Weibo.

    Bai Qi returned to the Weibo that she swiped on before.

    "Heizi's first comment said: Well, such nondescript things are mixed into a national style game. Don't other people in the studio have any objections? This is obviously Luan Mingli relying on his own money. It's the studio's investor who abused his power and forcibly mixed his nondescript words into it, disgusting people." "

    Since this is the case, then we can only show you the project plan of this part of the game."

    What follows is a long list of pictures, mostly messy handwriting, with many areas crossed out.

    Scattered, one can see the part of the plot drawn by Luan Mingli from the text.

    "It can be seen from this manuscript that I have put forward the request for the style of painting in this episode a long time ago. But it is a pity because the style of painting I requested is really difficult to achieve , Our studio contacted a lot of outsourced painters and said they couldn't accept it, so they put it on hold." "

    For details, you can see some chat records behind the picture. Thank you to the relevant painters for willing us to make these chat records public. "

    This is the first paragraph of this paragraph of copywriting.

    The more Bai Qi looked at it, the brighter her eyes became.

    I have to say that when playing the game, there is no such feeling because of the game rhythm brought in.

    Now that I look at this copywriting again, I will feel how beautiful the plan looks and how it fits the artist's preferences.

    But Bai Qi thought about it from the perspective of changing hands, and sadly realized that the requirement was too high.

    Moreover, Liu Sui's plan has the common problem of Party A, there are a lot of vague instructions without substantive content, and it is too difficult to freely develop to a beautiful level.

    ——This makes Luan Mingli's perfect performance even more amazing.

    Bai Qi couldn't help but scroll down to the comment area, and typed in a crackling voice: "Those who say that they plan to forcefully change the game style according to their head, look here! Look here! You are talking about the content of this game, what else can you do if you don't like this! This plot and Isn't this direction unreasonable? Isn't this the most beautiful word!"

    She felt that her drowsiness had disappeared, and she could fight those trolls for another 300 rounds.

    After typing all over the keyboard freely, Bai Qi pulled up to read the second paragraph.

    The second paragraph is about investment. During this period of time, Liu Sui thanked Luan Mingli sincerely and made another point.

    "Although Luan Mingli signed an investment contract with us, it should actually exist as a charity project. Because when signing the contract, he didn't ask for any studio management rights, and he didn't even ask for any funds allocation. "

    Those who say that Luan Mingli is oppressing people with his own money, come quickly, please read this passage and understand the meaning of this passage.

    Bai Qi felt that she couldn't feel happy in her heart, and even the sand sculpture analogy in the ancient fan literature popped up in her mind-the chicken in her heart stepped forward and started tap dancing.

    She swiped Weibo back and forth again, ready to go to bed contentedly.

    A male voice who was almost falling asleep came from the mobile phone that was still on the phone: "Qiqi, have you finally decided to sleep..." "

    Well... sleep right away!"

    With that said, Bai Qi casually clicked on the forwarding of this Weibo and took a look.

    According to the habit of tearing up learned tonight, it is very likely that there will be yin and yang guys in the forwarding, so we need to be extra vigilant.

    ……Huh?

    She saw a trending retweet with a fairly high volume of retweets.

    Wen Hejun V: In such a long paragraph, there is actually only one meaning in summary. If you feel tired and don’t read it, you can directly read my summary. "No matter how happy you are here, Ali won't be affected, because you are irrelevant to him."

    Bai Qi saw a few people clamoring in the forwarding that they could not buy products from Luan Mingli's company. , but after a few words of yelling, someone reminded him that the mobile phone he was using was also owned and invested by Luan's family, and that the money also fell into Luan Mingli's hands in the end.

    This made the noisy people lose their language ability in an instant, and they couldn't hold back the next sentence for a long time.

    Bai Qi couldn't help but click on the Weibo of this man named Wen Hejun, wondering why this man called his new idol so close.

    Her boyfriend tried to log on to her Weibo account, but was rejected immediately. She quickly understood what her girlfriend was getting into, and sighed deeply.

    Forget it, anyway, he is a night owl himself, and he is not particularly sleepy at this point.

    Isn't it just a repeater? As an excellent repeater, it should be put into the battlefield at this time to make a major contribution to one's own public opinion.

    He also saw the long Weibo post that turned the public opinion around, and took a neat screenshot and started using it to piss people off.

    The crackling of the keyboard revived at both ends of the phone.

    ———

    Liu Sui was sitting in front of the computer, nodding his head. Seeing that he was about to fall asleep, he forcibly pulled his head up again.

    The glasses glanced at him: "If you can't make it through, go to bed early."

    Liu Sui yawned, poured himself another glass of ice water, and shook his head firmly and hard: "No, I must wait until you catch the guy who secretly murdered the gold master's father before going to bed." "

    ... ...It may not be possible to catch it tonight." Glasses sighed.

    However, they did have some clues. The people under Mr. Wen Hejun's hands are quite powerful, and it is not impossible to catch specific clues.

Chapter 53

    In the end, Liu Sui still couldn't hold on, and fell asleep on the table early.

    After discovering the glasses, he sighed, fumbled for a blanket from the bed next to him, covered Liu Sui, and yawned.

    To be honest, he is sleepy now too.

    Since graduating from university and having a serious job, he hasn't felt the feeling of cultivating immortals for a long time.

    Especially the good and hard-working atmosphere in the studio made him feel that he must be diligent.

    Can't even remember if the last all night was two or three years ago.

    Even when I go home during the holidays, I always think about adjusting my work and rest. I honestly go to bed early and get up early, and stay up for a year at most during the Chinese New Year.

    ——Thinking about it this way, the black hand behind so many people's sleep seems to be even more unforgivable.

    The original drowsiness in the glasses was dispelled by this thought, and he cheered up and threw himself into the battle again.

    Follow the clues of mailboxes to screen big data, it is best to grope into some databases, find clues from them, and then compare the geographical location and IP... This process is

    meticulous and cumbersome, and it is easy to make people sleepy, so you must It takes a lot of energy.

    By the time the glasses lock on to a rough range, the sky outside the window has already turned pale.

    He reluctantly sent this location to Wen Hejun, then kicked his whole body back, lay directly on the carpet, and fell asleep in three seconds.

    The man on the bed behind kicked his legs, seemed to hear something, frowned in struggle, and slowly opened his eyes in a nightmare.

    He looked at the glasses that fell on the ground, sighed deeply, lifted the blanket off his body, and covered the glasses.

    The brain struggled between going back to sleep and going out to buy breakfast. Liu Sui shuffled, walked to the small refrigerator built in the room, took out a can of drink to freeze his face, and then cheered up to wash up and go out.

    ——

    Luan Mingli slept in for a long time today.

    Originally, he planned to get up early, just like every day these days.

    Ever since Luan Mingli and Wen Hejun agreed to have breakfast together, he has been strong enough to get up early every morning, and he has had a lot of time in a flash, and has even developed a good biological clock.

    Although waking up early is essentially a difficult thing for him, but thinking that there is someone waiting for him to have breakfast with him, Luan Mingli can radiate a lot of energy and try to get up from the bed.

    But today was an accident. Uncle Wang said that Wen Hejun's company had something to do and had arrived early, so he couldn't come over for breakfast this morning.

    Luan Mingli struggled to maintain his biological clock, but his instinct all along pushed him back to bed again, and fell asleep slowly.

    When I opened my eyes again, it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning. The fragrant air in the morning mixed with the warm sun at noon made this morning full of fresh and gentle feeling.

    Luan Mingli yawned and went downstairs, seeing no one along the way.

    None of the servants were there, and Uncle Wang was nowhere to be seen. I don't know where he went for a stroll.

    Luan Mingli didn't care too much, and wandered into the kitchen, trying to find if there was any breakfast left for him.

    He found a rather conspicuous bento box, or rather an old-fashioned wooden box. When he opened it, he could see several stacks of food inside.

    In the winter of December, the things inside are already freezing. But there is a piece of paper under each plate, which says how to heat the corresponding dish, which is quite considerate.

    ...Wen Hejun's handwriting.

    You are in a hurry to go to the company in the morning, yet you have prepared such a thing for yourself?

    The emotion is like bubbles in the soda, popping up gurgling.

    Luan Mingli searched and took out a plate of siu mai from it, put it into the steamer according to the instructions above, and turned on the switch.

    It is really very considerate. In the description of the real dragon on this note, the rotation time is used in degrees - but in fact, the steamer used by Wen Hejun's home is in the form of a control screen. Yes, not rotary.

    This is specifically for the kitchen supplies in Luan Mingli's home, a meticulously prepared sticky note.

    Every detail deeply tells the writer's intentions.

    Luan Mingli stood in front of the steamer, his eyes flickered slightly, and he quietly stared at the steamer in front of him.

    He felt that he seemed to have overlooked some important details, and was tearing up the memories in his mind bit by bit.

    This is not a difficult matter. After all, there was the Dai Sheng Luanyu incident not long ago, and the sequelae caused by these two people are still affecting him now. Luan Mingli deduced the similarity between the two incidents with some ease.

    It is very possible that Wen Hejun rushed to the company early in the morning just to solve his own online public opinion problem.

    ...Obviously told him that he didn't care.

    Although he was thinking that way in his heart, Luan Mingli's face was relaxed, and he felt warm in his heart, and a sense of warmth spread all over his body.

    Luan Mingli remembered Wen Hejun's kindness to him in his heart.

    ...If the two can continue like this, they should be able to become eternal friends...?

    Luan Mingli was stunned for a moment.

    He didn't know what he was thinking just now, it seemed that some vague words and ideas had been drawn in his mind, and then disappeared into scattered fragments.

    This made Luan Mingli a little distracted.

    The steamer in front of him jumped out suddenly, and the turntable that was turned earlier had already reached the time.

    Luan Mingli lifted the lid of the steamer, and after the initial pot of hot air passed, he subconsciously stretched out his fingers to reach the porcelain plate inside.

    "Wait a minute!" A familiar voice sounded in the back of his head. Luan Mingli stopped his hand and looked back. It was indeed Wen Hejun. He was standing at the door of the kitchen, looking here in a panic.

    Confirming that Luan Mingli did not do such a stupid thing as the murderer directly touching the plate, Wen Hejun let out a breath visible to the naked eye.

    He pressed his forehead: "...A Li, don't touch the tableware that has just been steamed... Are you distracted?"

    Luan Mingli was silent for two seconds: "Yes, I didn't pay attention just now."

    He actually wanted to start Those who were entangled in the address used by Wen Hejun, this title seemed a bit too intimate, but by mistake, perhaps because they felt that the friendship between the two did not need to be so fussy, Luan Mingli did not express his confusion.

    "Sorry, I made you worry..."

    The appellations that emerged from Luan Mingli's mind circled in Luan Mingli's thoughts, turning into one jumping passive option after another, constantly flipping over.

    He struggled for a while, but still said the title he wanted to say.

    "Crane."

    It's a one-word address, and the speaker didn't use much force. It was light and light, as if it could melt into the wind at any time.

    If it wasn't for Wen Hejun who stood beside him and paid close attention to him from the beginning to the end, he might have missed this part of the title.

    — Crane, is it?

    Wen Hejun's ears moved slightly.

    Although it sounds like an abbreviation that is about to be used badly, Wen Hejun suddenly felt that it seemed good to be called that all the time.

    As long as the person who said this was Luan Mingli, it doesn't matter.

    Wen Hejun was silent for a while, the expression on his face occasionally disappeared, sometimes complicated, and finally froze into a somewhat calm smile.

    "A Li, you should eat your breakfast first. If you don't eat any more, it will soon get cold again in this weather. If it gets cold again, you won't be able to eat at all." Wen Hejun urged a few words.     "As for any questions you may have, I will explain them to you while

    you are having breakfast."

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Woke up by the phone and successfully obtained the information from the glasses programmer.

    After he got the specific situation, without any delay, he called someone and went straight to the area where the IP was located.

    The glasses programmer is not a local, and his understanding of the local area is quite limited, so he naturally doesn't know that place.

    But Wen Hejun has lived in the top floors of the city and lived in the bottom floors of the city for a lot of time, so he naturally knows what it is.

    If the range given is correct, the place marked is a large gymnasium.

    Although he had some doubts about this location, Wen Hejun followed the caller and arrived at the destination on time.

    But in this place, Wen Hejun didn't find any clues.

    It is not clear where it is lying nearby, but it is just an error in positioning, or some other reason.

    Wen Hejun almost returned without success.

    Fortunately, one of the people who brought him there was eloquent and very good at logical detective questions. At the same time, all the reasoning was basically pieced together based on the things he flicked through with his mouth.

    This one made a move, but managed to establish a good relationship with all the seven aunts and eight aunts around, especially those uncles and aunts who come to exercise early in the morning and come to the gym in the evening.

    Finally pulled out some clues from it.

    Two hours later, Wen Hejun and his men managed to catch the client who looked like an ordinary migrant worker.

    ——Okay, I have to seriously correct this a little more.

    There is nothing wrong with the fact that the person concerned is indeed an ordinary migrant worker, and it does not belong to the visible category, but there are still people operating in secret.

    Then things stalled again.

    If it was not many years ago, this ordinary migrant worker could still be bullied and lured, but this kind of thing is not allowed now. This is a society ruled by law, and everyone should be a good person who abides by the law.

    "...Then what did you do?" Luan Mingli was curious.

    Wen Hejun smiled slightly: "I called the police...I called the police on the grounds of spreading rumors and causing trouble. I learned this from you."

Chapter 54

    Yes, call the police.

    At first, when Wen Hejun's subordinates heard these two words, they thought they were hallucinating.

    Strictly speaking, he has been engaged in an industry similar to a private detective for many years, and he can be regarded as a well-known figure in the circle, and he is not very skilled in related businesses.

    After catching an ordinary person who was bribed, many cliche methods flashed through his mind. Although there are some suspicions of tap dancing on the edge of the law, basically nothing will happen.

    Then...he heard an unexpected remark.

    Call the police?

    What police report?

    Logically speaking, aren't the police all the tools used by these rich and powerful? There are actually people here who really feel the police here?

    The private detective has a strong sense of confusion, as if his world view has been subverted.

    That is to say, Luan Mingli is not here. If he were here, he would probably complain about the expression of this private detective. For a person who lives in a world other than novels, distrusting the police is something that subverts the world view, okay? Our world view is completely lost!

    Of course, Luan Mingli didn't know about this, he just nodded thoughtfully after listening to Wen Hejun's detailed explanation.

    "So, the next step is to wait for the police to pry something out of that person's mouth." Luan Mingli frowned slightly, "This seems a bit too slow." If the police know something

    before arresting people, maybe The parties had already run away.

    "There's no other way." Wen Hejun pressed his forehead.

    He did send someone to continue searching according to the contact number used by the migrant worker, but there is no clue yet.

    This point is the same even if the migrant worker is not handed over to the police. As long as he refuses to speak, the clue will almost be broken here.

    Luan Mingli frowned even more.

    Countless thoughts tumbling in his mind, pulling every bit of understanding into threads with slight clues.

    He suddenly pressed his forehead.

    To be honest, as time travels longer and longer, the plot of the novel I dreamed of on the first night has gradually faded from my mind, not to mention that Luan Mingli didn't remember the main line of it at first.

    It is really difficult for him to find matching points from those memories now.

    But at this moment, Luan Mingli suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and caught a trace of flying thoughts.

    This is a novel called "Fake Daughter and Fake Young Master".

    Luan Mingli can't remember the specific main line, but the character design of the fake young master in the script and novel is too special, so special that Luan Mingli has a deep impression on this person.

    ——Although I still don't remember the name.

    This fake young master is the wrong child of the Fu family, but no one in the Fu family knew about it. Only the person concerned suddenly noticed this detail after a certain blood test result came out, and then secretly changed the blood test result. Get away with it in front of everyone.

    But he couldn't accept this fact, because in the past ten years or so, he had already tied himself firmly to this family, and loved this family deeply.

    This feeling and the fear in his heart magnified and distorted his mood.

    He forgot the result of the blood test, and wholeheartedly regarded himself as a member of the Fu family, and loved everyone in the family with all his heart, including those illegitimate children who carried the family's blood.

    This kind of emotion is morbid and fanatical, twisted to the extreme, completely brainwashing the master who owns this love.

    Luan Mingli doesn't remember the other plots anymore. He only remembers that this person is also his nephew in identity, and he likes him the most among all the people related to him by blood. This nephew has completely brainwashed himself. In his heart, he is the one who truly has the blood of the Fu family.

    ... All in all, it's a pervert and it's over.

    Luan Mingli connected this persona with the nephew that Fu Minru said he liked when he came to find him.

    If this guess is true...

    Luan Mingli made a silent gesture to Wen Hejun, reached out for his cell phone, and made a call.

    Fu Minru's number was saved by Luan Mingli last time, but he didn't expect it to come in handy this time.

    There was a burst of soft light music on the other side of the phone, which was played back in the original minor key of the music for a long time, and turned into a beep at a certain moment.

    Luan Mingli had a premonition in his heart, and made the call again.

    In Fu Liangru's room, he raised his head and his eyes fell on Fu Minru's mobile phone which was placed by the bedside.

    "Who is calling you?" He asked softly, his voice soft and reassuring to the sleeping child.

    Fu Minru was silent.

    He didn't know how Fu Liangru fooled other people, obviously, even his lover didn't notice his disappearance.

    It stands to reason that this guy was so confident that he locked himself there, he should have already arranged everything up and down, and no acquaintances of his would call him.

    According to what I have done recently... except...

    a guess suddenly flashed in my mind, and Fu Minru replied calmly, with a weak voice: "Probably harassing calls, you know, I usually get calls like this."

    Fu Liangru looked at him twice, but he really didn't become suspicious, he just showed a gentle smile: "You don't seem to be feeling well? Do you not like the things I prepared for you?" You bought me if you didn't eat

    much Of course I will feel uncomfortable if I’m hungry for a long time, do you think I think you don’t know?

    Fu Minru slandered a few words in her heart, and didn't pay attention to the nesting dolls in the words. Her voice became weaker, but it sounded quite firm.

    "No, you're thinking too much."

    Fu Liangru looked at him steadily for a while, as if he could see the strength of his exhausted expression, and the expression on his face became softer.

    "You don't have to hold on like this, you can rest assured, I won't add anything to your food - how could I hurt you, each of you is my treasure." Fu

    Liangru With such a low whisper, he came over cautiously, lifted Fu Minru's hair and pecked lightly.

    "You really don't need to be so wary of me...I'll go and prepare some snacks for you, stay here obediently, and wait for me to come back."

    Then, after finishing speaking, Fu Liangru changed his clothes, and skillfully peeped through the door of the room outside the situation, and then gracefully stepped out of the door.

    By the way, lock the door.

    The next moment, Fu Minru struggled to get up from the bed, and forcibly broke free from the two silks on her feet.

    This is the advantage of being raised as a girl since he was a child, and even practiced dancing and other things. His muscles and bones are quite soft, and he can bend his feet into a very thin arc, and successfully break free from the knotted silk and satin.

    He ran to the other end and picked up the buzzing and vibrating cell phone, and pressed the answer button impatiently.

    Luan Mingli on the other end of the phone finally heard the connection.

    And where Fu Minru didn't notice, there was a small bug attached to the lock of hair that was kissed just now, and it was shaking gently.

    Outside the door of Fu Liangru's room, a gentle and handsome young man was leaning against the wall, holding the bug receiver in his hand, his expression was still peaceful and gentle.

    Until a voice that did not belong to Fu Minru came from the bug.

    Although the sound was somewhat distorted under the influence of machinery, this did not prevent him from recognizing it.

    In particular, Fu Liangru often captured this voice from such a multi-layered eavesdropping environment, and he was quite familiar with the mechanically distorted voice.

    He was so excited that he accidentally didn't control the strength in his hand and crushed the sophisticated wiretapping equipment in his palm.

    Fu Liangru: "..."

    He looked at his palm in a daze. There were plastic things on it, and there were pieces of black fragments left after being crushed, and some were scratched by excessive force, and the palm flowed out blood.

    And the red streaks left on the rest of the skin when it was squeezed.

    "What did I just do?" Fu Liangru suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

    He just wanted to eavesdrop on what Fu Minru wanted to do.

    ...But he never expected that he accidentally broke the signal receiving device before he could hear the conversation between the two of them clearly.

    pinch! bad! up!

    Fu Liangru was completely stunned.

    It took a lot of effort for his sensitive mind to start to waver again, and he made a simple guess through Luan Mingli's voice across the phone.

    ... If nothing else happened, Fu Minru should have told Luan Mingli everything.

    This is a bit bad.

    Fu Liangru couldn't help frowning.

    Except for my uncle, no matter who Fu Minru called, he was sure that he could fool the person on the phone. Because Fu Minru and his social circle overlap too much, and everyone's impression of Fu Liangru is quite high, there is enough room for him to play tricks.

    But although Fu Liangru loved Luan Mingli deeply, he didn't have much contact with him.

    Not to mention that Fu Liangru didn't want to deceive Luan Mingli.

    ……what to do?

    Let's leave now and come back when we find a chance?

    Fu Liangru quickly made a judgment, which was the first reaction his brain brought to his body and consciousness.

    As long as he is not bumped into face-to-face and charged directly, then Fu Liangru is sure to turn black and white—although he can try to argue if he meets face-to-face, but Fu Liangru feels that he is not yet ready to meet Luan Mingli .

    Throwing the fragments of the bug into the trash can in the corridor, Fu Liangru quickly took the elevator and went downstairs, planning to leave the main house for a few days.

    What Fu Liangru didn't know was that Luan Mingli and Wen Hejun came here with the police as soon as Fu Minru couldn't be contacted.

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    Luan Mingli did not bump into Fu Liangru by such a coincidence.

    The moment he realized that he had to go out to avoid the limelight, Fu Liangru became cautious. He contacted two cousins ​​who were close to him respectively, and falsely claimed that he would borrow their cars to travel.

    But he didn't do that, and he didn't use his car, he just went down to the parking garage and headed straight for the adjacent cubicle.

    One thing everyone in the Fu family must admit is that Fu Liangru is perhaps the most familiar owner of this place in the entire Fu family.

    The masters basically didn't pay much attention to many small things and details that the servants often did, but he knew it clearly.

    For example, the battery cars used by the servants of the mansion are parked in a few small doors next to the garage.

    Among them, the owners of two battery cars have left their jobs, and now they are idle there, and normal people will not notice the location of these two battery cars.

    Fu Liangru took a helmet from the shelf next to him, put on the mask in his pocket, found a travel token from the storage cabinet next to him, hung it around his neck, rode on the battery car and went out.

    Even when leaving the small door, the movement of closing the small door was exceptionally skillful.

    A passing security guard took a look. Although he couldn't see who was driving the battery car through his helmet and mask, he must be someone from his side who was so skilled, so he didn't care much.

    In this way, Fu Liangru passed the side door of the mansion smoothly, and went out through the small passage where the servants often come in and out.

    It happened to be staggered with Luan Mingli who came in through the gate.

    The small gate opened on the north and south sides of the entire mansion area, just opposite to the road to the north and west. When Fu Liangru passed by, he couldn't help but glance over there, and the one he saw was Luan Mingli's car.

    Although it looks like an ordinary car, no different from all the cars of this brand and this number, Fu Liangru can easily recognize that it is Luan Mingli's car - he has already thoroughly understood Luan Mingli's car, Even if the car has a new scratch, he will remember it in his heart, and he can recognize it even from that long distance.

    Fu Liangru suddenly felt a little heartache.

    He stared at Luan Mingli's position with nostalgia, until the battery car drove too far, and his sight was covered by the surrounding vegetation.

    Only then did Fu Liangru turn his eyes back to the road in front of him.

    "—Peng!"

    Because it hadn't been used for a while, some of the stuck battery cars crashed straight into the roadside isolation belt, and the entire front of the car was buried in the bushes, leaving only the rear half of the battery car dangling in the air with.

    Fu Liangru's expression froze.

    He hung on the pole in silence, and began to think about life.

    —Yes, he hung on the pole.

    Because of the light weight of the whole person, the battery car that hit the isolation zone just now without looking at the road threw him completely out, and just happened to hang on the decorative pole extending from the street lamp on the side of the road.

    This basically didn't hurt him much. If he could go down, he could directly unplug the battery car and continue on his way. At most, the front of the battery car had a malfunction.

    ...provided that he can still go down.

    Fu Liangru's feet shook slightly.

    His height is by no means short, and his hands are also very slender. Although his physique is not very good for various reasons, he should still be able to hang himself on the pole and jump down.

    If only the sidewalk under his feet wasn't being repaired.

    When people are unlucky, is it not just as simple as eating instant noodles without seasoning packets and drinking water?

    Fu Liangru is now hanging on a 2.5-meter-high lamppost, and there is a mud pit more than one meter deep under the lamppost.

    Even if he hangs his whole body on the street lamp, there are still more than one meter or even two meters waiting for him to fall.

    Fu Liangru reluctantly adjusted his posture, sat himself on the lamppost, and tried to reach for his phone from his pocket to ask for help.

    He emptied it.

    With calm and desolate eyes, he silently patrolled around, and Fu Liangru found his cell phone, which was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

    It should have flew out of the pocket when it was thrown out, and happened to land on another pole at the other end of the street lamp.

    It just happens to be a pole that people can't step over.

    The furthest distance in the world is not you and me, but me at the end of the lamppost and the other end of my mobile phone.

    ...Why didn't you go to the God of Fortune to worship two days ago?

    This was Fu Liangru's last thought before emptying his mind.

    ——

    Few people were in the Fu family mansion.

    Perhaps because he was worried that someone would find out about Fu Minru's cry for help, Fu Liangru dismissed a lot of people in the mansion, leaving only some servants and a few juniors.

    The younger ones are still in school, so they won't stay in the mansion at this point.

    Therefore, although the housekeeper showed disapproval, Luan Mingli managed to drive straight in and quickly found Fu Liangru's room.

    "Master Luan, I think..." The housekeeper was worried that if something happened to him, "You should at least wait until our master comes back..."

    Luan Mingli didn't speak, but just handed over the mobile phone in his hand .

    While the butler was dazedly clutching the phone, two of the people brought by Luan Mingli kicked open the door of Fu Liangru's room swiftly.

    There was no need to ask anymore, the butler saw the pale Miss Fu Minru inside, the one that Master Fu Liangru said was traveling with a few good girlfriends.

    The housekeeper also once wondered why Miss Fu Minrugui didn't bring anything and went on a trip without packing, but considering that Master Fu Liangru was the best existence in the entire Fu family, he didn't have any doubts.

    ... Now it seems...

    the moment after this information was processed in the brain, the housekeeper saw the densely packed photos hanging in the room, and his expression went blank for a moment.

    Fu Minru, who was already fainting from hunger in the room, was about to cry with joy.

    He raised his hand to give Luan Mingli only the computer that stored Fu Liangru's hidden information, and wanted him to search it.

    But he raised his finger, and the first word that came out of his mouth was subconsciously: "Hungry..."

    Ever since he was taken to the Fu family's mansion and became the most favored illegitimate daughter, he really had never experienced such hunger feeling.

    A "girl" who is pampered as the apple of her eye can ask Dabo people to prepare food for her even if she is a little hungry. How has she ever been hungry for so long?

    Luan Mingli's originally serious expression twitched twice, but finally he couldn't hold back and smiled softly.

    "It's okay, you can have a good meal now."

    He said a few gentle words of reassurance, and glanced at the large number of photos in Fu Liangru's room, because he was mentally prepared, he wasn't too surprised.

    After all, I have already gone through the baptism of the plot and characters of the novel in my mind.

    One of the two plainclothes police officers who followed took away the computer in the room, and the other began to search around.

    It was a coincidence that when Luan Mingli deduced that this matter was related to which of his nephews, they also happened to ask for some information, so they came here together.

    Because of the clues ahead, they searched the room without burden.

    Luan Mingli also searched in the past.

    Wen Hejun stood silently at the door of the room, his eyes flickering over the photos hanging in the room inch by inch, with an ugly look on his face.

    He and the butler were probably the only two who were shocked by the photos in Fu Liangru's room.

    The housekeeper was already in a hurry to prepare food for Fu Minru, and his intuition told him that he had accidentally broken the master's secret heart, so he was extra cautious now, for fear of accidentally not being careful about his work and future Disappeared together.

    Wen Hejun didn't move at all.

    He stood quietly at the door, like a dusty stone sculpture.

    His usually gentle gaze became extremely sharp, and he scanned the hanging photos inch by inch. When he found that most of them were Luan Mingli's face, his expression became more gloomy.

    After looking through all the photos in his field of vision, Wen Hejun let out a soft breath and closed his eyes.

    In these photos, there were many Luan Mingli whom he had never seen before.

    Childhood, teenage, just waking up in the morning, sharp as needles... Each of them dazzled him.

    Anger and greed, like the sins buried in human blood, slowly rose in his heart.

    ——How could Luan Mingli, Luan Mingli who was so ignorant, be watched by such a dross guy?

    Something gradually took root in his heart, turning into a greedy and raving devil.

    Wen Hejun frowned unconsciously, and pursed her lips slightly.

    He glanced at Luan Mingli who was seriously collecting information, then at the plainclothes policeman, turned and left the room.

    When they came in, they had already searched for Fu Liangru in the mansion, but they couldn't find it, so they should have been run away.

    But according to Fu Minru, this guy shouldn't have run too far, maybe the monitoring will have some clues.

    Including the butler just now, there are many things that can be questioned.

    Now Wen Hejun just wanted to catch that Fu Liangru and tell him what would happen if he peeped at something he shouldn't be peeking at.

    Educate another abnormal son and nephew of the Fu family, it is best to let him spend the rest of his life in prison, just like Li Xinzi.

    —————

    In a place neither Wen Hejun nor Luan Mingli knew.

    Because he slept too late before, Liu Sui was gloriously late this morning, and was punished by the people in the studio to go to the suburbs to pick up a commissioned drawing.

    He was yawning while driving, staring at the road with misty eyes, and suddenly felt that there was something hanging on the street lamp in the distance.

    Is it a bird? It doesn't seem like it.

Chapter 56

    Liu Sui looked in that direction a few more times, and finally stepped on the brakes out of shock.

    This is not a bird, this is clearly a person.

    The man was sitting on a branch extending from the side of the street lamp, shaking his legs, and couldn't see his expression clearly.

    Liu Sui thought about it, and felt that the other party's posture was quite like a child sitting on the balcony dangling his feet.

    Looking to the side, because this place is too remote, there are no passers-by at all. Looking at the whole road from beginning to end, there are only two living people, myself and the person hanging on the street lamp.

    Liu Sui suddenly had a supernatural feeling.

    It might have something to do with the horror elements in his newly planned game. He shivered suddenly, feeling the wind blowing, and the figure in the distance was like a ghost watching him... Liu Sui pressed his

    fingers On the steering wheel of the car, trembling tremblingly.

    He kind of wanted to run away.

    But this position is rather awkward, and there are surveillance cameras on the road, so it is impossible for him to go against the direction of the road directly. If he wants to run away, he has to pass the street light in the distance before he can turn.

    "It's not necessarily a ghost..." Liu Sui comforted himself tremblingly, we have to believe that there are no such things as ghosts in this world, we have to believe in science, "wealthy, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious... rich, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious... ..."

    Liu Sui couldn't recite the following things at all, and he didn't even know if there was a sentence behind, so he had to repeat these 8 characters over and over again, and he took on the tune of "Namo Amitabha".

    Liu Sui felt that his courage had returned.

    He restarted the car carefully and began to accelerate rapidly, trying to go straight through the street light.

    The speed limit in the suburbs is not that low, and the speed of the car instantly increased. Liu Sui quickly drove near the street light, and he was about to cross it.

    At this time, he heard some resentful cries for help from the street lamps above.

    "Help..." Still a little weak.

    Liu Sui shivered suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to step on the gas pedal to go away, but accidentally stepped on the brake.

    The car slid and stopped right under the street light.

    "Help..."

    The resentful voice still came from his forehead.

    Liu Sui hugged his head tremblingly: "Ghost, ghost, let me go!! I can't save your life, you don't want to take my body away, if you take me, It will be cursed by countless players who curse and plan!"

    The car stopped under the streetlight so coincidentally, as if it was forced to stop because of the curse of a ghost, Liu Sui was so frightened that his whole body was shaking.

    Fu Liangru on the street lamp fell silent.

    He subconsciously looked down at himself.

    Although now in a rather awkward and delicate situation, there was nothing wrong with his attire and manner.

    You only need to take a closer look, and you will find that he is still that gentle and refined young man, with absolutely no flaws in his disguise.

    ——How could it be regarded as a ghost? Is this person out of his mind? ! ! ! !

    Fu Liangru roared silently in his heart, but he squeezed out a perfect smile on his face calmly, for fear of scaring away this life-saving straw who had finally seen it.

    "That I'm not... I'm really not a ghost, you can look up at me, I'm a human!"

    Liu Sui looked up cautiously.

    He hadn't carefully looked at the person above his head before. After all, he had been watching from a distance before, and now he had some thoughts.

    Liu Sui's expression was tangled for a moment.

    It really doesn't look like a ghost, after all, there is a shadow of a person on the shadow of the street lamp - if it is a ghost, there should be no shadow, right?

    After roughly confirming this point, Liu Sui let out a relaxed breath and slumped in the driver's seat.

    "What? It turned out to be performance art. You are too scary." "

    But you look so awesome, you are too strong. Do you want me to take pictures for you and send them to Weibo or your friends?" Circle it, or do you want to post Douyin?" When talking about the last software, Liu Suibian hesitated, "But I'm not very familiar with short video software..." Fu

    Liangru:...?

    Question marks hung over his head.

    My friend, one second you said I was a ghost, the next second you said I was a performance art, and the whole person was so excited that it was as if he had been pumped out of chicken blood. Isn’t this a big gap?

    Before he could find a chance to defend himself, he saw Liu Sui took out his phone from his pocket, snapping a few photos.

    "It's really awesome, I didn't expect there to be such a performance art... Wait, could it be that you are cosplaying the oldest street lamp king of mankind... Ah bah, hero king?" "It will look very similar if you change your clothes!

    "

    Liu Sui's voice was chattering and full of enthusiasm, the original drowsiness dissipated under his excited mood.

    Because he spoke too fast, Fu Liangru tried to open his mouth several times, but he couldn't find the right time to speak.

    Fu Liangru was in despair.

    He silently reassured himself in his heart: "It's okay, this is normal, shouldn't you have known?" "No

    one in this world can be trusted except the Fu family. Only family members are our most gentle haven, and other human beings are just dolls that jump up happily when they see the show.”

    After comforting himself for a long time, Fu Liangru let out a breath slowly.

    That's right, that's it.

    How can it be easy to place hope on these ignorant ordinary human beings?

    They are just the most common and non-existent things in this world. Just give a bait and they will happily bite on it, no different from the carp in the pond.

    If you want them to do what they want, you need to spend a lot of effort to induce them.

    Thinking in this way, Fu Liangru finally managed to suppress the anger in his heart, and let out a light breath.

    "I'm not performing performance art... Really not." After Liu Sui snapped the photo, Fu Liangru finally found a chance to speak.

    "Did you see that battery car on the sidewalk?"

    Liu Sui turned his head in a daze, and finally found the butt of a battery car among the bushes.

    He blinked: "Brother, did you fly yourself in a racing car? This is a bit big, do you think you are Takumi Fujiwara?

    " Qiu Mingshan Riding God.

    Fu Liangru said he didn't know each other: "...I was just a little distracted while driving." Sincere and sincere.

    There is indeed no relevant knowledge reserve in his concept.

    Liu Sui smacked his lips: "Did you lose your mind and become like this while driving, then you are too miserable, right?"

    His expression unconsciously showed a little pity: "Are you too thin to dare to jump off?"

    " Let me catch you below, and you can just jump on my hand."

    If there is flat ground below me, do I still need you to catch me?

    Fu Liangru inhaled and exhaled deeply in his heart, telling himself that this was limited by the perspective of this stupid human being——from Liu Sui's perspective, he couldn't see that the concrete road beneath him had been pried open.

    "The road is being built down here, even if you come here, there is nothing you can do." He persuaded calmly, "Can you do me a favor, borrow a higher ladder from the side, and put it on the bushes?" so that I can climb down the ladder."

    Liu Sui blinked, passed the bushes, and saw the ground where the water pipe had been pried open.

    "Why is this... You are too pitiful."

    He selectively ignored the possibility that his excessive brain supplementation might have caused psychological damage to the poor man.

    "Is there a place nearby where I can borrow a ladder?"

    "A short distance from here to the direction you came from, there is a factory where you can borrow a higher ladder." Fu Liangru felt that he saw hope .

    Liu Sui recalled for a while, in his vague memory, when the car drove over just now, he didn't see the factory open.

    "That factory doesn't seem to be open, or I'll call the police and ask the police to help...?"

    How could the police come to help?

    Fu Minru and Luan Mingli might have called the police, so calling the police at this time would be a trap.

    Fu Liangru hadn't prepared enough to fool the police.

    "To be honest, I didn't sit down on it immediately... I feel like I'm going to lose my balance at any moment... It will be too late when the police come over." He smiled wryly.

    It sounds like it makes sense.

    Liu Sui grabbed his phone and thought for a while, then dialed the fire alarm number: "It's okay, we can find firefighters, they are the best at handling this kind of thing. And the firefighter brigade is nearby, I remember there are only two roads away from here." The street is pretty close..."

    Fu Liangru: "..."

    He comforted himself in his heart.

    All right, firefighters are firefighters, at least it is impossible to exchange information with the police so quickly, and it should not be discovered.

    Communicating with this ordinary human is really tiring, and I always feel that the whole body has been scraped off by the devil.

    ...It's still family warmth.

    Fu Liangru sighed in his heart.

    At the same time, Luan Mingli was at the window of Fu Liangru's room, while looking around, he turned on his phone and took a look.

    This is definitely just a habit that ordinary contemporary young people have. When doing repetitive work, they refresh the news by the way.

    His fingers stopped on a circle of friends.

    "Liu Sui: I met a master of performance art on the road! [Picture]"

    Although the face was mosaiced, this person's attire looks familiar?

    It doesn't take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere...is that the case?

Chapter 57

    Fu Liangru didn't quite understand why things turned out like this.

    He stubbornly climbed down the light pole along the long ladder, and when he got down to the ground, he stepped on the sandy concrete floor, feeling as if he had passed away.

    How could there be such... such...

    Fu Liangru organized the words in his mind, and was shocked to find that he didn't know what words to use to describe his experience of the day.

    His expression gradually became empty, and it took on a color of wanting nothing.

    This seemed to have misunderstood the firefighters who helped him.

    A cheerful-looking male firefighter gently patted him on the shoulder: "What are

    you thinking, little brother, don't show such a sad look." It’s just raining and sunny.”

    Fu Liangru: Huh?

    He was a little stunned and didn't respond.

    The male firefighter patted him on the shoulder twice again: "Don't make such a thing happen again. Think about it, suicide is not good for you or anyone else, why don't you try more?" How about living for a while?"

    "Although I don't know what you've been through, I have to believe that you will be able to see the turning point." "

    What's the name of that poem? Rubbing my head, "I'm not very good at memorizing this kind of thing, anyway, that's probably what it means"

    ...Your question is not about a line of poetry at all, what kind of mess is this?

    Sure enough, they are stupid human beings...

    Fu Liangru subconsciously slandered a few words in his heart, and then belatedly remembered that this strange firefighter seemed to persuade him just now...

    "I didn't want to commit suicide."

    "I understand, I understand. After all, life is beautiful. Don't think about suicide anymore." "

    ...I didn't think about suicide before, it was just an accident." "

    I understand, I understand, we will keep this secret , You can rest assured."

    Fu Liang's elegant expression was distorted for a moment, and he was so angry at this self-talking firefighter.

    But he found that he really seemed to have nothing to do with this firefighter, after all, the expression on his face was serious and honest.

    Like a stupid puppy.

    ——What the hell do you understand!

    Fu Liangru picked up the battery car on the side of the road and began to carefully check the condition of the battery car.

    The two firemen who came put the big ladder back on the fire truck, and then left with a roar.

    The firefighter who just talked to Fu Liangru poked his head out of the car window and waved goodbye to him from afar.

    Fu Liangru didn't appreciate it, and was even so angry that he wanted to curse.

    Liu Sui had already driven the car to pick up the things he wanted, because the people from the studio called him several times to urge him.

    Soon Fu Liangru was the only one left on the road, rubbing his numb legs while slowly helping the battery car.

    He was going to get on the battery car and continue his escape.

    A car slowly drove over.

    Fu Liangru glanced at the rear, confirmed that it was not the license plate number he was familiar with, and didn't pay much attention to it.

    Although this section of the road is very remote, it is not completely deserted. Occasionally, people who go on vacation in the nearby mountains or people who take a detour pass by.

    Moreover, there are farmhouse and other flavored food on the mountain - it is surprising that he only met a silly Liu Sui after hanging on the lamppost for so long.

    Why didn't he let himself meet a normal human being?

    Fu Liangru was still thinking about this question, and was a little surprised to find that the car didn't roar past him, but stopped beside him.

    A sense of foreboding began to throb.

    Regardless of his still numb legs, Fu Liangru tried to run as soon as he straddled the battery car with both hands.

    "Stop!"

    Two unfamiliar male voices came, and one of them shouted loudly: "We are the police."

    Knowing that you are already the police, don't I know how to run?

    The smile on Fu Liangru's face cracked briefly, and then he forcibly broke it back.

    Of the two policemen behind him, one was still chasing on foot, while the other got back into the cab and started chasing by car.

    Fu Liangru's face became serious. Although he still couldn't exert his strength on his feet, he started to accelerate at the speed of life and death, and pulled the accelerator to the maximum with his wrist.

    There was a corner ahead, and he shifted his center of gravity to turn.

    Still numb, my feet shook twice and did not move.

    Fu Liangru's hand lost strength for a moment.

    Immediately afterwards, there was a somewhat familiar whirlwind, and Fu Liangru's vision quickly passed over the monster, the traffic lights and the unlit street lights, and he froze on a strand of treetops.

    Pain...

    Fu Liangru moved his back, only feeling sore and painful from being squeezed.

    But he dared not move at all.

    There is still no feeling in the legs, and even the balance is a very fragile feeling in this situation.

    He could only confirm one thing with his blurred vision in the shaking.

    He, Fu Liangru, came to the light pole again because they failed to turn the corner.

    But this time it was even worse than the last time. The last time he was in a barely normal posture, and he was able to sit down on the light pole.

    But this time, Fu Liangru just used the center of gravity of his back to hang himself on the light pole, which was the center of gravity that would fall if he moved back and forth a little.

    And if you don't move, the blood will pour back into the brain and limbs, which will bring you a very uncomfortable feeling.

    "..."

    Which firefighter advised me not to commit suicide just now?

    Fu Liangru began to think about his own life.

    At this moment, the policemen who had parked the car also rushed over, bringing along Luan Mingli and Wen Hejun who were sitting in the back seat of the car before.

    The four people raised their heads and stood under the light pole, lost in thought.

    Luan Mingli turned on the phone silently and took a look.

    On the phone is a young man sitting on a light pole with a pensive face.

    He thought for a while and stretched out his hand, and snapped two photos.

    "This is the end of a guilty conscience and panic." Remarks, published.

    Because Fu Liangru was hanging his head up in the bow, he didn't even have to mosaic his face.

    Allow sadness.

    Liu Sui happened to see this message when he came out after taking his things and opened the car door while scrolling through Moments.

    He clicked a thumbs up.

    "This big guy's driving skills are a bit too poor, why is he hanging on the lamppost again? Did he go out without learning the battery car?" ——— "...Are you in a bad mood

    today     ?

    "

He sent one of his nephews to the police station at a time. Although he felt that the Fu family had little to do with him, Luan Mingli quickly fled the scene with Wen Hejun with some guilt, and drove towards home in the car.

    They also came in their own cars, and the two of them didn't give way, and Wen Hejun took over the driver's seat.

    Hearing this question, Wen Hejun was silent for two seconds: "Huh?"

    For some unknown reason, this short rhetorical tone had a long arc, almost rotating every syllable into the eardrum.

    Luan Mingli was stunned for a moment before recovering.

    ...Wen Hejun didn't know how to respond.

    Luan Mingli analyzed reluctantly, a little distracted.

    Wen Hejun didn't know how to answer her own words, so she subconsciously elongated her tone, trying to hide her long thinking.

    Is there anything inconvenient to answer this question?

    If it's about me, it doesn't matter if you don't answer.

    Luan Mingli originally wanted to say that, but he didn't know how to say the words.

    Why does Wen Hejun still have something that he can't tell himself?

    Obviously, I talk to him almost everything... No, there is a very important event that I have never told him.

    There's something about time-travel and fiction.

    Thinking of this absolutely unspeakable matter, Luan Mingli opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

    Isn't it a kind of double standard not to tell him your secret, but to expect him to tell him the secret?

    This is not acceptable, Luan Mingli.

    He tapped his head and didn't speak.

    Wen Hejun waited for a long time without Luan Mingli's next question, and the answers that had been brewing in his mind for a long time disappeared in an instant.

    These false excuses can only exist in my mind for a while.

    But, Wen Hejun couldn't find the real reason.

    There seemed to be a simple conclusion in his throat, but he didn't know how to grasp it.

    The vehicles that drove away from afar quieted down like this.

    ——

    Fu Liangru who was still hanging on the light pole and was about to be taken away later: "..."

    His expression was quite delicate.

    He has successfully found the trick and turned himself over. Although the pole is not uncomfortable when his stomach is squeezed, it is better than a back with no center of gravity.

    But this is not important, and it is not the reason why Fu Liangru showed this indescribable gaze.

    "...Brother, we have already agreed not to commit suicide, why are you doing this kind of thing again." The familiar firefighter greeted the police.

    "Even if you have committed any crimes, you still have to believe that there will be a rainbow after the storm. As long as those sins are redeemed, you will be able... No matter how big things are, human lives are not important..." Fu Liangru looked indifferent

    .

    Have you opened a special suicide prevention training class internally to instill this kind of thing in you?

    Why does this chatter not stop?

    Originally, Fu Liangru was in a bad mood, but when he thought of the initial trifle that turned out to be such a mess, he was a little uneasy.

    Various solutions kept flashing in his mind, classifying all possible options, and Fu Liangru kept brainstorming.

    Fu Liangru took a deep breath, stepped on the familiar ladder, and gradually climbed down.

    Such chattering voices of reassurance came from his ears again, which made his mood even worse.

    He reached out and waved his hand to his ear, trying to shake off the anxiety.

    The next moment, he stepped into the air.

Chapter 58

    The weather was not so good the next day.

    When Luan Mingli got up in the morning, he saw the message left by the police last night.

    Perhaps it was because the police were too frequent during this period and the incidents of the police were too weird, a policeman who was quite familiar added his contact information.

    "If you encounter anything in the future, remember to contact us in time." The policeman said so seriously.

    "In this world, there are not many people who remember to call the police when they encounter difficulties. There are obviously crimes but no one tells us, and when we finally arrive, they blame us for being late..." Yi said Seeing this policeman's expression suddenly collapsed, and he was still vaguely choked with sobs.

    Why is life so difficult?

    Luan Mingli silently added his WeChat.

    He can guarantee that he will call the police when he encounters difficulties in the future.

    But...

    Comrade policeman, is there something wrong with what you said? Why do I feel like you are cursing me for what happened to me?

    Luan Mingli's whole body was not quite right after being told by these words, and the corner of his mouth twitched impatiently.

    I don't want to be tormented by a bunch of messy nephews anymore, I beg those authors who wrote this messy nephew...

    He said that in his heart, and sighed deeply.

    When he woke up in the morning, Luan Mingli received some information from the police who stayed up late last night and worked overtime to inquire.

    For example, Fu Liangru actually did a lot of preparatory work, and he was able to release all the cousins ​​who were still in prison.

    For another example, how many messy things did Fu Liangru install in so many places, specially used for monitoring and stealing pictures...

    Luan Mingli's facial expression collapsed for a moment.

    It is even more worthy of being the nephew who has deep love for every relative in the legend... It is too scary.

    He tapped his forehead, pulled himself together, changed his clothes and came to the studio.

    There is still a red maple map in the studio, which was half painted before, and it was painted when I went to the hot spring hotel last time.

    Because he met a nephew's ex-fiancee, Luan Mingli withdrew on the spot, and the painting was stranded halfway through.

    He sat down by the easel, quietly watching the draft, his eyes gradually became focused from the original relaxed and lax.

    Different pigments are carefully squeezed into the palette, and the sporadic colors begin to mix, and gradually become the colors in memory.

    The mottled brilliance is almost the same as the maple forest in memory.

    pen.

    The colors of red and white gradually blend together, turning into rustling maple leaves and shadows. Scattered light spots are like the softest kiss of the sky, lightly dotted on the red leaves, and the blackened lines at the corners of the light are extraordinarily delicate.

    Luan Mingli focused on this painting all morning, until the half-finished painting was almost completed, leaving only a piece of line draft in the lower left corner.

    It wasn't that Luan Mingli didn't want to change it or was planning to put it on hold temporarily, it was just that he didn't write down the specific appearance of this maple leaf at the time. Now Luan Mingli tried to simulate it a few times, but he always felt that it would be a bit awkward to draw it.

    He can paint this pinch of red maple as delicate and beautiful as any other, and he can also give them some unique colors and shadows.

    But this is not the hot spring scene I saw with my own eyes at that time, and something is still missing.

    Luan Mingli held the pen and thought carefully for a long time, but he still couldn't finish the painting.

    This put him in a bad mood for lunch.

    In the morning, Wen Hejun had an important meeting to hold, but there was still no movement so far, probably the meeting was extended.

    Luan Mingli's plan to invite Wen Hejun to have lunch together naturally failed.

    This made Luan Mingli even more absent-minded when eating.

    Habit is such an inexplicable thing.

    Just when Luan Mingli was thinking about whether to discard this carefully prepared drawing, the butler, Uncle Wang, walked in.

    Luan Mingli suddenly recovered from his own thoughts, and looked sideways in a daze.

    "What's the matter? Uncle Wang, what's the matter?"

    Under normal circumstances, Uncle Wang would either have lunch with Luan Mingli, or resolve it earlier or later by himself. He rarely came to the restaurant when he was eating.

    "It's like this. I received a somewhat special call. After thinking about it, I should tell you, young master first." Uncle Wang had a faint smile on his old face.

    "Master, didn't you go to a Hongfeng hot spring before? The paintings are still half-finished and placed in the studio."

    Luan Mingli nodded: "Yes, that experience was really not very good. The manager of that hot spring is not a normal person. people."

    Uncle Wang laughed: "The person we were in charge of contacting received a call from that hot spring, saying that Ms. Qiong Qiong, who you helped before, has taken back the management rights of the hotel, and invites you to continue enjoying the interrupted hot spring trip."

    ...It was much faster than expected.

    Luan Mingli was a little surprised.

    Qiong Qiong is probably one of the few original heroines and heroines that Luan Mingli has seen that gave him a better impression-aside from Wen Hejun, there is no way to make a comparison with Wen Hejun.

    This is probably a protagonist with a strong female nature, a relatively strong personality and not a particularly holy mother, and she is not dark or self-talking, and she can barely get a positive favorability score.

    Luan Mingli was sincerely happy for the heroine to get back her family's property.

    but……

    "You don't need to rush to refuse. The lady said that they have reserved for you the best reservation right for the room where you and Mr. Wen lived before. As long as you want to move in, you can notify them at any time. Red Maple Hot Spring's The door is always open to you."

    "..." Luan Mingli was silent for two seconds.

    The words of refusal were in his throat, and the good-looking young man frowned slightly, not knowing how to make a decision for a while.

    When Wen Hejun entered the courtyard of Luan Mingli's house in the evening, he looked up and saw such a slightly frowning person.

    The tall and slender young man sat quietly on a chair in the garden, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, he was thinking about something, his expression at night showed hesitation and hesitation.

    . . . makes one want to offer him all that can be done to relieve his sorrow.

    Wen Hejun's footsteps paused for a short while before continuing to move forward after a while: "What's the matter? Which nephew is bothering you again?" "...Why are you like me

    ? Did my nephews do it?" Luan Mingli sighed.

    "Although it's those troublesome guys, the possibility of doing something is relatively high, but this is not what I worry about now."

    He talked about the troubles he encountered in painting and the invitation from Hongfeng Hot Spring, eyebrows The horns are still wrinkled.

    "You know, I'm a little worried. Once I get contaminated with people related to me this time, especially those like Ms. Qiongqiong whose relationship and conflicts with my nephew have not been fully clarified, I will be a little worried , Will I get involved with them again?"

    If it's not because of fear or anything else, it's just that it's a little too troublesome.

    There is a feeling that the gain outweighs the gain.

    Moreover, if this nephew's attributes were also bad, it would be too easy to irritate his eyes.

    Fu Liangru, who was raised with this nephew named Fu Wenru... This can be classified as a top-level pervert.

    Wen Hejun's pupils stared deeply at Luan Mingli, trying to see some desire or loss from his expression.

    After a while, Wen Hejun asked softly: "You like that red maple picture very much, right?"

    Although it was a question, it was actually an affirmative sentence.

    Luan Mingli nodded: "I am personally very satisfied with the color system of this painting, but if there is a handful of branches and leaves that are not painted naturally, it will be meaningless." No matter how satisfied the painting is, it will not be the same as before because of the incomplete corners

    . favorite.

    Wen Hejun smiled softly: "In that case, you can go to draw." "

    This is what you want to do, isn't it?"

    "If anything happens, I will stand by your side I will help you remove those obstacles behind me, so that you can enjoy the life you want to enjoy."

    Luan Mingli was stunned.

    Wen Hejun's expression seemed to be the same as before, and he was always elegant and gentle when facing him.

    Because there was a period of family decline, Wen Hejun is not particularly particular about etiquette, but the elegance of his gestures can make up for everything.

    Coupled with the gentleness when facing the only friend, Wen Hejun in front of Luan Mingli is very similar to the kind of accompanying and gentle male second who blesses the heroine in romance novels-it seems that some strange metaphor has been mixed in.

    Luan Mingli blinked.

    But, just now, Wen Hejun, you were angry, right? I feel like I see it huh? You seem to have written all the threatening meanings in your expression, right?

    While complaining so much in his heart, Luan Mingli pursed his lips in satisfaction, the warmth in his heart almost gushing out.

    "Since you said that."

    The good-looking young man tilted his head, and the setting sun painted a gradual golden arc on his thin bangs, setting off a pair of bright eyes that were shining brightly, almost shining into everyone's eyes .

    "Then, if anything happens, please leave it to you, my best friend."

    Wen Hejun's brows and eyes softened: "If anything happens, please leave it to me, I will always stand by your side The one who is by your side, my best... friend."

    After Luan Mingli said that familiar word, Wen Hejun could only feel his heart constricting, as if there was another more hopeful word in his subconscious mind. When it comes out, it will be blocked in the throat, and it can be poured into everyone's eardrums just by opening it slightly.

    ...What should I do, I seem to be no longer satisfied with the already extremely high status of a close friend.

    I don't know when it started, but a greedy monster has already lived in my heart, roaring and screaming in the depths of my heart over and over again: "I am not satisfied, I am not satisfied, I want more and more..."

Chapter 59

    "Today's weather is so strange. Why did it suddenly rain?" The girl named Pingping took out her umbrella from the basket beside her and looked at the sky in confusion.

    Although Pingping had prepared an umbrella when she went out, it was actually just in case of accidents, and she never thought that it would actually be useful.

    She picked up the basket at hand and decided to go home early.

    The rain wasn't particularly heavy at first, and there was enough time for Pingping to prop up the umbrella, but the girl didn't take two steps, and the originally moderate rain turned into a pouring downpour.

    She hugged the basket in her hand and hurriedly walked in the maple forest.

    The basket contained the fruit of her previous hours—some maple fruit that she found after a long search in the maple forest.

    These fruits grow beautifully, with half of butterfly-like branches and leaves on their round heads, which are very beautiful decorations.

    Pingping often picks this kind of fruit from the maple leaf forest and sends them to the nearby Red Maple Hot Spring to exchange for some pocket money.

    This season is no longer the main time for maple trees to bear fruit. It took her a lot of effort to find so many fruits.

    Thinking of this, the girl hugged the basket tighter and started running with her umbrella.

    The roads around here were already muddy, and it was even more difficult to walk after it rained. Even a girl who was used to this kind of land still staggered a little while running.

    She tripped over a stone on the path, and before Pingping could react, she had already fallen against a thick maple tree by the roadside, and the umbrella in her hand was hung on the treetop.

    She shook her head in a daze, trying to take down the umbrella on the treetop.

    But the ribs of the umbrella were tightly stuck to the treetops, and it took her a lot of effort to remove the umbrella, shaking her head and trying to continue on her way.

    Just when she was about to step back on the maple leaf again, some unfamiliar footsteps sounded.

    Huh?

    The girl looked around in a daze.

    How could there be other people in this maple leaf forest? It used to be very remote here, and it took a lot of time to walk here from Hongfeng Hot Spring, and basically few people came here, let alone the rainy weather like this.

    You must know that even the villagers living in the surrounding mountains, Pingping's family and relatives rarely come here. It is remote and difficult to walk, and only children will come here to play.

    She couldn't find anyone, and there seemed to be no one else in the woods with floating maple leaves.

    She moved her footsteps a little uneasily. Just as Pingping was about to call the names of a few familiar friends to see if they were playing tricks on her, she heard a male voice.

    The voice was rough and a little hoarse, and it sounded like the voice of an adult man.

    He is on the phone.

    The hoarse voice was a little unclear through the rain curtain, but Pingping still managed to make out the content of the call.

    "Yes, that's right, I have already arrived at the hot spring hotel you are referring to." "

    ...I don't always understand what you want to do."

    Could it be a passenger who went the wrong way?

    Pingping was a little puzzled.

    "Honestly speaking, trying to create an explosion that looks like an accident is really troublesome for me, and you don't pay me enough." "

    Even if I arrived at the scene to bargain, this is my business-- But boss, you have a good time plan, you can’t let me, a screw, disrupt your plan, can you?”

    Pingping’s pupils gradually shrank.

    The hoarse male voice suddenly became clearer, with a contented smile: "Yo, Boss Fu is straightforward. A big boss like you will definitely make a lot of money and good luck."...

    Yes The guy who ordered someone like you to create an explosion must be a big villain, and he will definitely be rewarded with evil, how could he be so lucky!

    Thinking so in her heart, for fear of being discovered by bad guys, Pingping quietly put away the umbrella, and hid in the cracks of several trees with the umbrella and basket in her arms.

    This maple leaf forest has always been the world of their children.

    In a place where the girl couldn't see at all, holding a mobile phone, the ruffian-looking young man glanced around and typed on the mobile phone screen slowly.

    "There is an accident in the location you specified, and the workload has increased a lot. I charge honestly, and I definitely don't just sit on the ground and raise the price." ————

    Luan

    Mingli stood up from the hot spring, steaming water droplets pattered along the skin The drop of the water brings a loud and refreshing sound of water.

    It has been raining outside for a while. Although it was raining, a glass shed was automatically put up on top of the hot spring to cover it up, but this gave people a feeling of stuffiness and made Luan Mingli not really want to soak in it. up.

    He lowered his head and stared at the shadow vaguely reflected on the water for two seconds.

    He could have been classified as an art house, and rarely exercised. After traveling through the book, the original "Luan Mingli" was labeled as frail, and his whole body became even thinner.

    Although he didn't reach the point of killing chickens for nothing, he really didn't have any muscles. Looking at his figure alone, he looked like an ordinary young man who was thin and tall.

    He was the only one in the hot spring. Luan Mingli pushed away the half-drawn draft, wrapped in a bath towel, and walked into the nearby guest room.

    Wen Hejun was not in the guest room.

    Luan Mingli frowned slightly in confusion, but he didn't really care.

    I don't know if it's his illusion, but Wen Hejun seems to be avoiding him a little recently—well, it needs to be corrected, to be precise, does he really want to go to the hot spring with him.

    Luan Mingli and Wen Hejun have lived in this Red Maple Hot Spring for two or three days. Luan Mingli has soaked in the hot spring three times at least, not counting the number of times he went back and forth in the middle.

    But at this time, various unexpected things would happen to Wen Hejun, leaving him in the hot spring alone, or leaving the room altogether.

    Luan Mingli felt that something was tricky.

    A somewhat bold guess flashed through his mind, but it was immediately dismissed by him.

    What are you kidding?

    Luan Mingli still remembered that when he first met Wen Hejun, the two had already had a very happy conversation, and they had talked about their relationship.

    "In a short time, I probably won't have any plans to fall in love again." Wen Hejun's eyelashes gently concealed the emotions in his brows, "It's probably the feeling of years of wishes and thoughts that have all collapsed overnight. ...Although I have put it down and decided to forget it, it does not mean that the scar has completely healed."

    "It has nothing to do with that guy, and I have seen a lot during this time..." Wen Hejun didn't say anything more when he said this, but He shook his head with a smile, "I just think love is a bit too difficult to figure out, and I don't really want to touch it again."

    ——That's what Wen Hejun said at that time.

    Not too long from now.

    Thinking of this, Luan Mingli dismissed the bold guess in his mind, changed his clothes, and sat on the chair in the guest room.

    Wen Hejun happened to open the door and come in at this time.

    He held a large tray in his hand, and carefully placed it on the table next to Luan Mingli.

    "What is this?" Luan Mingli asked curiously.

    "When I visited the library here, Miss Qiongqiong gave it to us. It is said that the chef of this Red Maple Hotel was very good at dessert before."

    Wen Hejun lifted the lid of the tray.

    The burgundy dessert has a sense of color precipitation, and the top is slightly transparent, showing a gradual beauty.

    Luan Mingli lowered his head and pondered for a while, feeling that this dessert seems to be a mixture of mousse and jelly, and it seems to have a little bit of Chinese dim sum as the base.

    He shook the tray, and the small piece of wine-red jelly in the center of the dessert shook twice, and the q-bomb q-bomb was particularly appetizing.

    "It looks good!"

    Wen Hejun introduced with a smile: "We didn't encounter this when we came last time. It seems that the group of guys who took over the hotel before didn't think dim sum can attract customers, so I told the chef not to eat it. I've spent my mind on this kind of thing... Even though this dessert was one of the hotel's special desserts before."

    Luan Mingli: "So that's the case." "

    Is it because I haven't started work for a long time, so it's jerky? The presentation doesn't look very good. Exquisite."

    It's not that the plate is not arranged, but there is a space on the edge of the plate, which seems to have a half-finished nondescript feeling.

    "I also asked about this, and I said that this dessert is usually made during the season when the maple trees bear fruit, and they are directly decorated with maple fruits." "At this time, there are still

    a few scattered maple fruits. I also asked a girl who lives next door to help pick some, but it seems that it has not been delivered yet because of the rain." Wen Hejun answered.

    Luan Mingli nodded, not particularly concerned.

    It doesn’t look good if the presentation is not good, anyway, delicious desserts are the main thing.

    He picked up the fork next to him, pointed the side of the fork at himself, and passed the tail towards Wen Hejun: "Why are you still standing? Let's sit down and share the delicious food together." The two sat in the guest room like

    this By the window, I enjoyed some desserts while looking at the rainy scenery outside the window.

    After soaking in the hot spring and eating something high in calories, Luan Mingli soon felt sleepy and yawned in a daze.

    Seeing that the time was four or five in the afternoon, Luan Mingli simply decided to take a nap with Wen Hejun's approval, and would not get up again until dinner.

    He fell headlong on his own bed, wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, and soon fell asleep.

    Wen Hejun stood by the bed and looked at him, with many complicated emotions flashing in his pupils.

    The young man on the bed still had a blush from the hot spring on his face. He seemed to feel that the surroundings were a bit cold, so he unconsciously pulled the quilt up again.

    Laughing a little at this action, Wen Hejun regained consciousness from her own thoughts, and walked carefully and softly to the window where she had just eaten snacks.

    For proper ventilation, a slit was left here before.

    Wen Hejun gently closed the window.

Chapter 60

    Luan Mingli didn't sleep well last night.

    This is Wen Hejun's own guess.

    Because Luan Mingli seemed to have had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of the night.

    Wen Hejun's sleep was light, and he woke up following Luan Mingli's voice, and had paid attention to him.

    Luan Mingli didn't seem to remember what kind of dream he had, he just pressed his forehead in a daze, and then tossed and turned hard to fall asleep.

    Fearing that Luan Mingli would feel guilty for waking him up, Wen Hejun pretended to wake up naturally after a long time, and persuaded Luan Mingli to fall asleep again.

    Therefore, Wen Hejun's movements at this time were extraordinarily light.

    Luan Mingli was obsessed with painting at noon, and it was impossible for Wen Hejun to persuade him to go to sleep when he was concentrating on it. Now that Wen Hejun managed to take a nap, of course he had to be more careful.

    Worried that she would disturb others because of her unconscious movements when she was in the room, Wen Hejun thought for a while, and tiptoed out of the room.

    I walked around the lobby of the hotel, but found nothing to do, and because I ate snacks, I didn’t really want to have dinner—well, this point needs to be corrected, Wen Hejun’s concept of dinner is just "guaranteed" It’s just something that the body needs”, if he didn’t eat it with Luan Mingli, he really wouldn’t be able to get excited.

    Wen Hejun walked to the side door of the hotel.

    The rain had stopped, and the sky showed the mottled colors of the setting sun and clouds mixed together, and the colorful red and purple rippled like splashed ink.

    Wen Hejun remembered how curious Luan Mingli looked when he was eating snacks.

    It just so happened that the sky was fine, so why not go to the maple forest next to it and look for it, maybe you can find the maple fruit you missed.

    Although it is more difficult to find this season, it should not be completely extinct, and there are often tourists nearby, so the road should not be difficult to walk.

    Having made such a decision, Wen Hejun took the public umbrella placed at the hotel entrance, and walked towards the maple forest.

    On the road that Wen Hejun walked, there was a small Chinese-style hut, which was the utility room of the hotel, where there were a lot of messy things, and a gardener who tidied up the garden lived there.

    When he passed by, the gardener was closing the door and coming out of the hut. Seeing the direction Wen Hejun was walking, he kindly pointed the way.

    "If you are going to try your luck and get some maple leaf fruit, there should be no chance in the maple leaf forest nearby... There are always some idle guests who will explore nearby, even if there are some fruits left over from this season. It has already been picked up by someone."

    The gardener persuaded: "Guest, you should go back."

    Wen Hejun thought for a while: "Is there really no possibility around here? I remember people in your hotel mentioned that some people They will pick fruit from the maple forest a little further away..."

    The gardener was a little surprised that the guest knew about it.

    He thought for a while, and didn't continue to persuade, but pointed out the way: "Since you are so determined, the guest, you can get there by going there. The road is not bad, after all, children have been coming and going in the past few years , The road has been paved for a long time. It's just because of the rain, it should still be a little muddy, please be careful." "Thank you."

    Wen Hejun smiled and nodded, holding an umbrella and walking along the road pointed by the gardener.

    And some old gardeners shook their heads helplessly, and didn't care too much, and went to the other side with their brooms.

    He had just had dinner in his hut and was about to continue the previous cleaning work.

    The corner was soon empty of people.

    "Here—" With a sound, the door at the other end of the utility room was opened.

    A somewhat burly man squeezed out carefully through the crack of the door, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, looking around and poking his head out.

    He was holding a basket in his hand, and there were many maple fruits in the basket, wrapped in a piece of cloth, which looked very girlish.

    Putting the unlit cigarette back into his waist, the man walked towards the hotel with the basket that didn't match the style of the painting.

    While walking, the man named Liu Hao smacked his lips.

    Although the benefactor this time is really a little bold, but of course he won't complain about using money to do things.

    Anyway, as long as the hands and tails are handled cleanly and don't get caught, then you won't burn yourself at all.

    After shaking the basket in his hand, he nodded in satisfaction and walked into the hotel through the side door.

    A waiter happened to pass by and greeted him when he saw him.

    Liu Hao was wearing a very ordinary attire, which looked dusty and a bit rustic. It was the dust he had thrown himself in the grocery store just now.

    The waiter showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, but there was nothing wrong with his attitude, and he still greeted him respectfully: "My guest, is there anything I can help you with?" Liu Hao was silent for two seconds: "I am not a guest.

    "

    The attitude of the waiter remained the same: "Then, sir, is there anything I can do to help?"

    Liu Hao stretched out the basket in his hand as a gesture: "I just met a little girl who sprained her leg on the road. She asked me to Help deliver this basket to your kitchen, so I'm here."

    The waiter glanced at the basket, with a clear expression on his face, and pointed to the location of the independent restaurant.

    Liu Hao walked over there naturally.

    Everything was as he expected.

    ——

    Luan Mingli sat on the bed and yawned.

    Although he was quite sleepy, in fact, he didn't manage to fall asleep for long.

    After all, he is not someone who is used to taking a nap, not to mention that now is not the time to take a nap.

    After searching around but not finding Wen Hejun, and having nothing to do, Luan Mingli decided to go to an independent restaurant after thinking about it.

    Wen Hejun might not be there, or rather, he definitely wouldn't be eating there.

    But Luan Mingli noticed that Wen Hejun noticed his expression when he was eating snacks in the afternoon - this sentence really sounded a bit convoluted.

    Luan Mingli's first reaction when looking for someone was to guess that Wen Hejun should be researching something related to the afternoon snack.

    That being the case, the restaurant is most likely.

    Luan Mingli changed his clothes, walked to the restaurant in a hurry, and met a man in dusty clothes at the door.

    Luan Mingli glanced a little longer, and frowned inwardly in a strange way.

    ... There is a feeling of incongruity about this man.

    Luan Mingli is also serious about drawing people. He has thought about the proportion of a working person and an ordinary person, and has a little memory of it.

    Although the person in front of him was dressed like a rural person, he didn't look alike in terms of his body muscles or the details of his movements.

    Pretending not to notice, Luan Mingli passed the man while looking calmly.

    —He knows me.

    When passing by the man, Luan Mingli came to this conclusion.

    Although the disguise was very good, when he saw his face clearly, there was still a slight shock on that person's face—it was different from the kind of shock about his appearance. Luan Mingli had seen the latter countless times, and he could easily distinguish the difference between the two.

    The shock on this man's face was more like the panicked shock of meeting someone he didn't expect.

    Luan Mingli thought about it, stood still not far from the man, and greeted the waiter at the independent restaurant with a smile.

    "Hello, is your Mr. Chef here?"

    The waiter was polite: "Is there anything for this guest?" "After

    eating the dim sum that your chef is good at this afternoon, I was a little curious and wondered if I could make an order."

    The waiter understood, his eyes lighted up slightly: " So it’s you, the guest, and we just said we’re going to find you.”

    “Huh?” “

    This afternoon, this is the first Qiufeng Ci made by Mr. Chef in the past three months. The plate is not perfect because of the maple fruit, and I am planning to make it for you again." "The

    person who just gave the maple fruit came over..."

    Luan Mingli gasped in his heart, and he saw the things in the man's basket .

    "Didn't you say that it was a little girl who brought the fruit to you?"

    "This kind gentleman said that Pingping accidentally fell on her foot... Pingping is the girl we entrusted, and then he helped deliver it "

    Luan Mingli politely greeted the waiter, and quickly understood the matter clearly, and also knew that the chef was already on his way, so he just stood at the door and waited.

    He also asked about Wen Hejun, knowing that he didn't come to the kitchen here, so he didn't plan to go there.

    Luan Mingli dialed the phone conveniently, intending to ask where Wen Hejun was.

    When the chef came, the phone beeped, and Luan Mingli simply waited for the call while listening to the chef's greetings to the man.

    "Thank you very much. We have to make a few dishes tonight. If these maple fruits are missing, it will not be very complete. It will take a lot of thought to re-arrange the dishes..." "Where is there

    ? Yes, just casually come here to do a little favor. As long as you don’t forget to give that little girl the money.” “I won’t forget

    , of course I won’t. How about I treat you to a meal, It just so happens that I've taken a moment to cook you two special dishes."

    "This..." The man showed a slightly hesitant expression and nodded, "That's troublesome."

    Luan Mingli's phone was dialed, and Wen Hejun's trembling voice came from the opposite side.

    "A Li..."

    "Huh?" Luan Mingli was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously lowered the volume of the call.

    "Where are you now?"

    "Over the restaurant... I'm looking for you."

    A gasp came from the phone.

    "Is there a man here in the restaurant who sent maple fruit?"

    Luan Mingli raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to the phone, feeling a little uneasy.

    In the maple leaf forest where the red maples drifted past, Wen Hejun clenched his phone tightly, only to hear his own heartbeat beating like a drum. In this dense and flustered heartbeat, he even forgot whether he had breathed: "Be careful... ...that guy is going to blow up the hotel!"