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The sound of footsteps coming from the corridor was as if the person had been burned to the buttocks. Zhou Yanyu's eyelids twitched slightly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. Sure enough, the footsteps of his heels approached the ground, and the door of his office was pushed open with a "bang" , and at the same time, the visitor said loudly, "It's not good, director, Qi Wu disappeared again, he only left a note saying that he was going to experience a new role, see you in a week."

As she spoke, she put the note in front of Zhou Yanyu.

Zhou Yanyu didn't look down, but just pushed up his glasses, his expression that hadn't changed for thousands of years seemed to be frozen, and he said calmly to the person, "Yu Xiaolan, I think you should get used to this kind of thing, I will Inform the producer and director that you try to contact him, if you can’t contact him, you can entrust a private investigator, and you must find someone within a week.”

"understood."

"By the way, don't forget to give them a script when you're looking for a private detective."

"Okay." Before leaving the office, Yu Xiaolan held the doorknob. The anxiety just now was swept away by her boss's composure. She smiled professionally at Zhou Yanyu and said, "Then, I'll leave first."

Zhou Yanyu nodded slightly, and when the door was closed, he lowered his eyes, and saw the flying and flying words on the note, which were so scribbled that it was almost unreadable, but it was as imposing as ever, just like its owner.

Zhou Yanyu stared at the note for a while, then picked up the phone on the table and reported the relevant situation to the producer.

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It was nearly twelve o'clock when Shang Zhiyu finished processing the photos and returned home. The subway had already stopped running, so he had no choice but to hail a taxi. There was no one on the road. In the evening, a heavy rain washed away the road surface, and the night sky was quite clear. , looking up is the sky full of stars, the air is clear and cool, although it is already past the time for supper, but Shang Zhiyu didn't even have time for dinner, so he got out of the car when he passed the only convenience store, ready to buy some Food and walk back.

A group of young people gathered outside the convenience store as usual. They were squatting or standing, and some were sitting on a motorcycle with their girlfriends in their arms. The steps were full of cigarette butts and wine bottles. It was smoky, and the noise and engine sound could be heard from a distance. Fortunately, this area will be demolished soon, and there are very few residents left. It is precisely because of this that they chose to gather here. Shang Zhiyu is used to it. With Bo's teasing laughter, he walked through the crowd and entered the small convenience store alone, and went straight to the refrigerator to choose food. He was basically not picky eaters, and he could eat anything when he was hungry, especially in the middle of the night as long as it was convenient good.

"Hahaha, I don't know where the homeless man came from. He bumped into me without even making a sound. I knocked him down with a few punches. I didn't expect him to cry. The appearance of desperately protecting his face is really too much." Stupid, really, I can't get up to such a weak point, so let him go... But, I still have to vent my anger..."

It seems like this kind of flamboyant talk hasn’t changed for hundreds of years. Shang Zhiyu doesn’t think much about it. He just wants to go home as soon as possible, take a shower and get a good night’s sleep. He doesn’t think about anything, because he has to get up early tomorrow... …

After buying sandwiches and beer, Shang Zhiyu left the convenience store with the bag in hand, and then walked back slowly towards home.

This area is sparsely populated, and most of the bungalows were originally built by local farmers. Shang Zhiyu, who just came here, was penniless. Perhaps it was because of good luck or the kindness of the landlord that he took him in from the beginning. After Zhi Yu found a job, he paid the rent on a monthly basis. After that, he didn’t leave for six years. Until a month ago, the landlord had to move out because of the demolition. Although he had invited Shang Zhiyu to go with him, but due to the distance The place of work was too far away, Shang Zhiyu had no choice but to refuse, and started looking for a house at the same time.

"Moving..." It's really troublesome.

Shang Zhiyu turned into the alley, and suddenly there was light rain in the sky again. He raised his head, and the dark clouds covered a large part of the night sky. The figure curled up in the corner, under the dim streetlights, the man's complexion was pale, his bare-exposed arms and lower legs were not only dirty but also had scars, mud and blood mixed together, making him look very creepy.

Shang Zhiyu frowned slightly. Because most of the houses were empty, it was common for homeless people and beggars to visit, but the person huddled in the corner in front of him was obviously not familiar with this area, otherwise he would only need a few You can find a better foothold to recuperate your injuries, instead of lying in the open air like this and making your injuries worse.

The rain was getting heavier, Shang Zhiyu looked at the sky, then at the person, thinking that no matter who this person is, it is not good to let it go like this, in the end he took a few steps to the door of the house and opened the door, then walked back and opened the door. The person half-carried and half-supported took him home. To his surprise, that person was heavier than he had imagined, and his hands and feet were long. He was probably about the same height as himself. Besides, the temperature on his body seemed to exceed It's normal, I'm afraid I've had a fever before.

Shang Zhiyu didn't think too much, he directly carried the man onto the sofa and turned on the light, only to realize that the man was not dressed like a simple homeless man, although the white shirt was already dirty and wet. Damn, this is probably the reason for his fever. Shang Zhiyu doesn't know what this person has experienced, but this appearance looks too miserable no matter how you look at it.

Without further delay, Shang Zhiyu took off his shirt and trousers, wiped his body with hot water for a while, checked his injuries and applied medicine to him, and there were bruises on his abdomen and waist, The bruises on the lower legs were particularly bad, but thankfully that was all.

After dealing with these, Shang Zhiyu went to wipe his face. There was no scar on his face, but it was dirty. Who knew that after wiping it clean, even Shang Zhiyu couldn't help being stunned by the appearance.

This is a very beautiful face, with exquisite facial features, sharp lines but still graceful outline, the eyebrows slightly frowned due to physical discomfort make him still affect other people's emotions even in a sleepy state, what's more , this face is still a little familiar.

But Shang Zhiyu stared at him for a while, but still couldn't remember who this person looked like.

He came back to his senses, looked at his watch, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

It was past twelve o'clock, but the high fever of the person on the sofa made it impossible to just leave him to sleep. Shang Zhiyu got up and took out a blanket to wrap him up first, and then took out a pile of ice cubes from the refrigerator, Wrap it in a towel and place it on his forehead to cool him down with a cold compress, hoping that the high fever will subside as soon as possible.

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When he woke up in a daze, it was already early morning.

Shang Zhiyu stretched out his hand to probe the forehead of the person in front of him, feeling the temperature drop, he was slightly relieved.

"No ID card, no mobile phone..." It seems like a big-trouble.

Shang Zhiyu caressed the back of his neck, stared at the man standing in front of the sofa for a while, and finally decided to keep him at home. Anyway, his home had no valuables. After washing, he left his breakfast and locked it. The door to the darkroom, take your money and your camera, and head out to work.

Shang Zhiyu is a photojournalist for a newspaper office. His daily job is to run around following events, and sometimes he will be appointed to follow a certain reporter to run specific news, or to do temporary photography and picture work. It doesn’t touch the ground, but it is a very fulfilling job for him. Although it is a bit far from the previous ideal, but he can finally touch the camera. At least he has improved compared to the self who was still working in the restaurant more than four years ago. A lot.

Entered the office, turned on the computer, and was about to confirm the schedule, but saw Zheng Yiling next door spread out on the desk like a ball of mud. Shang Zhiyu poured her a cup of coffee, put it in front of her and asked, "Why?" Is there no interview this morning?"

Zheng Yiling is a reporter. He used to be in a group with him and was in charge of social news, but was recently transferred to the entertainment section. He remembered that she was quite excited before getting off work yesterday. He didn't know what happened early this morning to make her so listless. .

"Thank you!" Zheng Yiling took the coffee bluntly, and replied rather depressed, "The interview was suddenly canceled without even a reason, which completely disrupted my plan. It was supposed to be today's key news, but this is terrible. Well, I don't have a backup plan at all."

"There is nothing difficult for you, Miss Zheng, come on." Shang Zhiyu patted her on the shoulder to express his comfort.It wasn't the first day he knew Zheng Yiling. This woman is not simple. She said it, but there was no sense of crisis in her tone, so how could he not hear it.

Shang Zhiyu took the coffee back to his seat, Zheng Yiling turned the chair to face him and said, "Social news is better, there are different things happening every day, there are only these people in the film and television industry. No, I only feel fresh when I look at it once in a while. Now it’s back and forth who is married, who has gossip, who is getting married with whom, and I have to report it as a business. I finally had some expectations for this morning’s interview, but I was caught Ruthlessly canceled, alas."

Shang Zhiyu wrote down the time and place of his itinerary on the screen, while listening to her complaining, finally closed the notebook and got up and said, "I'm going out first, next time I invite you to dinner, and I will listen to you to talk about these things. How boring."

"Okay!" Zheng Yiling looked up, looked up at him and said, "How about just tonight?"

Shang Zhi was stunned, and said, "Sorry, not tonight, I picked up a puppy last night, I have to go home and feed it." Although maybe that person left, but just in case, I still have to go home first. Take a look at home...

"Ah, I'm most afraid of dogs, so forget it, remember to find me when you're free." Zheng Yiling stuck out her tongue.

"Okay." Shang Zhiyu walked to the door with his bag on his back, and Zheng Yiling complained behind him, "You are just too kind, be careful not to be bullied..."

Shang Zhiyu couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, stood at the door and turned around, "You should be thankful that there is one less person who can do evil in this world, and I have always been helped and taken care of by everyone, so it is appropriate to do something to help others." Yes. Gone."

Seeing Shang Zhiyu's back disappearing into the office door, Zheng Yiling turned back to the chair to face the computer, crossed her hands and propped her chin and muttered, "This guy is always so serious, didn't you realize that I was just joking..."