As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

location, and no one rushed up to take close-ups.

Blood was still flowing out of Yuan Xi's body continuously.

Zhang Ping rushed over to take him away from the scene, Jing Chi looked at him in a daze, his voice hoarse: "I won't play anymore..."

He repeated: "I'm not playing anymore."

Zhang Ping was a little puzzled: "Mr. Yan, what are you talking about?"

Ji Jingchi almost collapsed: "I fucking said I won't play anymore... You guys won, so why don't I surrender?"

Zhang Ping commanded the bodyguards around him to trap Ji Jingchi, "Send Mr. Yan back to the ward." After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone. The other party didn't know whether it was Song Qinyi or Ou Baiqing. Zhang Ping's voice was cold, "Yuan Xi is dead."

The ward is still the same ward, and the surveillance cameras are still working as usual.

As soon as Jing Chi returned to the ward, he immediately went to the bathroom.

He vomited over the toilet.

During the period, the bodyguard stood outside the door and knocked on the door: "Mr. Yan, are you okay?"

Ji Jingchi shuddered when he heard the voice.

He stood up, turned on the faucet, and stared at himself in front of the glass mirror.

The layered bandages completely obscured his face.

With trembling hands, he removed the white gauze layer by layer.

The bodyguard asked outside the door: "Mr. Yan? Are you okay? Please answer."

As the white gauze fell, the outline of the face in the mirror could already be seen.

It didn't take him more than a week from the time he passed out in a car accident to waking up.

So much so that he never suspected that the face under the bandage was not him.

Ji Jingchi stared in astonishment at the face in the mirror that was exactly the same as Yan Shengyi's, and staggered, almost unable to stand still.

The bodyguard's voice was somewhat urgent: "Mr. Yan? Are you still inside?"

Without cameras, these people are live cameras, monitoring him more carefully than machines.

Cold sweat piled up on Ji Jingchi's forehead, soaking his hair.

He looked into the mirror again.

Yan Shengyi in the mirror also looked at him.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what he was facing.

Without Xu Jing and the film crew, what is two steps away is not a ward at all, but an airtight cage that will press him to death in an abyss that will never see the sun.

His hands were still shaking, and he nervously grabbed the shower hanging on the wall.

"Mr. Yan, please respond if you are still in the bathroom."

The doorknob was turned quickly outside, and the other party found that the door was locked, so he quickly chose to hit the door.

The thin door panels couldn't withstand violence at all, and they began to loosen after two or three blows.

The sound next to his ear made Jing Chi's heart skip a beat.

Bodyguards broke in.

He underestimated this patient who had just woken up from the hospital bed too long, and never thought of asking for help from the beginning to the end.

Ji Jingchi twisted the shower hose with both hands, tightly clamping his neck, the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen came so quickly, the bodyguard kicked the ground with both feet, trying to break away the people behind him, but it was too late.

When Ji Jingchi let go of his hands, the bodyguard had already fainted. He used too much force with his hands, and his jaws were so numb that they could hardly close them.

But time waits for no one.

He quickly peeled off the bodyguard's clothes and put them on himself.

There was a camera outside the room, and he pretended to be a bodyguard, tentatively calling for help outside impatiently.

The voice was neither high nor low.

Fortunately, there were no bodyguards outside the door. Presumably, there was a murder downstairs, and they should still be at the crime scene to record.

Ji Jingchi lowered his head all the way, and took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot.

There are car keys in the pocket.

It wasn't until the moment he opened the car door that his beating heart faintly calmed down.

He rested his head on the steering wheel and let out a long sigh.

When he started the car, he looked in the rearview mirror and vaguely saw a figure.

It's Ou Baiqing.

He was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette, the fire was on and off, his head was hanging down, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Ji Jingchi was a little confused for a while, wondering if he saw himself getting into the car in a hurry.

He forced himself to be calm, the bodyguard he brought down was not much different in size from him.

Besides, Ou Baiqing has been smoking here all the time, so she doesn't know that the place above has turned into a mess.

His fingertips were numb, and he tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, and quickly drove away from the underground garage.

Ou Baiqing's figure in the rearview mirror was getting further and further away. The man smoked leisurely, never looking here once from the beginning to the end.

4. Chapter 4

There are no personal items in the car, which means that the car should belong to the employer.

Then nine out of ten cars are equipped with trackers.

Ji Jingchi complained about Song Qinyi's character design ten thousand times in his heart. If the two protagonists are both male, the possessive and controlling desire of Song Qinyi to Yan Shengyi is simply not an ordinary pervert.

The hospital was built in the suburbs. On the way to the city, he pinched his watch to calculate the distance between him and himself after the escaped bodyguard chased him.

Before exceeding the controllable distance, he pulled over the car at an intersection, threw the mobile phone on the seat, groped the whole body again, and after confirming that there were no other positioning tools, he got out of the car and walked.

It was dark at night, and there were very few vehicles in the suburbs.

Fortunately, there was no wind and rain, and he walked under the high bridge for about half an hour.

According to the map that I wrote down in my mind before getting off the bus, I walked for another half an hour, and I could probably see the neon lights of the city.

He found a secluded place to stop and rest, and began to think about what he should do next.

First of all, he felt that his luck was outrageous. He hadn't finished watching a TV series, but fortunately, he only missed the last two episodes. "It shouldn't have much impact." He comforted himself.

Then he had to find a place to stay, but Song Qinyi knew Yan Shengyi's good friends more or less, so it was obviously unrealistic to join them.

Thinking of this, he cursed Song again and again in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled a TV series he watched several years ago, and even people who had acquainted with Yan Shengyi recalled it one by one.

Fortunately, his major is somewhat involved with this, so after more than an hour of recalling, just when he was about to give up, he finally remembered a person.

Yan Shengyi brought an intern in his early years. That guy was called Li Rui. He was just out of society at that time. He was very immature. He was kindly the protector, and then Li Rui climbed to the top, from their sparrow nest to the Phoenix nest of a listed company, and then Song Qinyi appeared on the stage, Li Rui basically lived in the lines.

This is the only person in Yan Shengyi's network who is reliable and capable of helping him.

After he made up his mind, his actions were much faster, and then he found Li Rui's residence based on the information mentioned in his lines, and it was already at noon the next day.

Ji Jingchi knocked on the door wearily, Li Rui was obviously taken aback when he saw him.

"Yan..." He paused, his lips vaguely wanted to say Brother Yan, but he quickly changed his words, "Thank you, long time no see."

He looked around, quickly grabbed Jing Chi's arm, and led him into the room.

Ji Jingchi was serious about the relationship network of rubbish and good intentions, and he talked with Li Rui sincerely about his next escape plan: "I can't stay here anymore, I want to go to the south to avoid the limelight. Be back in a while."

When it was time to bow his head, he wouldn't try to lose face at all. He said how pitiful he was, and Li Rui looked at him with sympathy after a while.

Then he laid out his current difficulties. He has no documents and no cash. The best solution is of course that Li Rui can find someone to send him to the target city, where he can start over.

But he understands that if Li Rui helps him, with Song Qinyi's character, he will inevitably be retaliated by this person in the future, so if he can borrow money from Li Rui this time to escape, it will be a good result up.

Li Rui asked him to sit on the sofa for a while, then went to the bedroom safe to get a wad of cash out, and he patted the back of Ji Jingchi's hand: "Your kindness... Needless to say, I'll find someone to see you off."

Li Rui's ability to act impressed him. Now that the matter that he had been worrying about all night was resolved, Ji Jingchi heaved a sigh of relief. He lay down on the sofa and finally relaxed for a while.

Sleep is very sweet.

When he woke up again, it was night, Jing Chi rubbed his eyes, unable to see his surroundings clearly due to the darkness.

What he was lying on was not a sofa, but a soft mattress.

Probably seeing him fast asleep, Li Rui dragged him here.

He groped the dark room and got up, and when he was about to walk to the door, he heard someone talking in the living room.

Or maybe it was the conversation that woke him up.

The person talking to Li Rui stood outside the door. He didn't know what he said to Li Rui. Li Rui ran over in a panic and pushed open the bedroom door. He only said four short words to Ji Jingchi: " Good luck, run."

Ji Jingchi, who fled from Li Rui's house, was galloping past in his heart.

He guessed that the clothes of the bodyguard on his body had exposed his whereabouts. Before he left, he took two sets of clothes from Li Rui's closet. At this moment, he put them on indiscriminately. up.

Walking on the street, he found that the world constructed in this TV series is highly similar to the real world, and the advertising products displayed in the glass windows are exactly the same.

He stood in front of the window looking at the wedding dress, the crystal-encrusted skirt sparkling under the light.

Hey, I haven't proposed to Jiajia yet.

He didn't know why this idea popped up in his mind.

This is a virtual world, he clearly knows it.

But still take the change and go to the newsstand to call