Debt in the entertainment industry

Ji Zhehuan didn't go to see his parents, but took a taxi to a street.Go forward for a while and turn a corner to the police station.

At this moment, he was leaning against the wall at the corner of the street, not knowing which words to use to describe his mood.He had a faint feeling that both he and Wei Ting had thought things too simply, and had underestimated Dong Bocheng too much.

Behind them, there seemed to be a pair of invisible sharp eyes watching at any time, playing them around.As if there was really someone behind him, he reached out and touched the back of his neck, but the feeling didn't diminish.

That terrible idea popped up again, and it was ridiculous when I thought about it carefully.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was so hot that I stretched out my hand to press the brim of my hat.Wei Ting has been in for more than an hour, and he doesn't know what's going on.With Bai Zhengning around, it's probably fine.But what if that person really did it?The premonition is very strong, that person definitely has the ability to turn black and white.

My feet felt uncomfortable after standing for too long, so I changed my posture.There were not many passers-by at this time, and a man in black clothes and a peaked cap approached from a distance.

The man walked with his head down, his figure was somewhat familiar.After searching in my brain, I don't seem to know such a person.That person inexplicably attracted my gaze, and the closer I got, the more uneasy I felt.

Looking back, suddenly thought of something.Turning around again, the man was already very close.Vaguely seeing the outline of the man's face, Ji Zhehuan ran to the police station with a sudden heartbeat!

As he expected, the man quickly chased after him.The heart almost jumped out of the chest, and soon, the police station could be seen after turning a corner.But at the corner, another man in black suddenly appeared.

The people behind rushed up quickly, and Ji Zhehuan leaned his back against the wall forcefully.Quickly estimated in my heart.There was still a road across the corner from the police station, and there were no passers-by at this time. If he yelled, the police station probably... couldn't hear him.

The heavy panting sounds of the three people mixed together, he was half tired and half nervous.He has to find a way to protect himself.Slowly fumbling his hands into the pockets of his trousers, the two men quickly jumped at him when they saw his small movements.

He took something out of his pocket, and stabbed the familiar man with a backhand.

The man was injured, and with a low growl, he twisted his wrist and snatched the knife away.

It was a small knife with a blade less than ten centimeters.After returning from Dong Bocheng's mourning hall that day, he carried it with him.

He was no match for two diabolical opponents, and was quickly dragged into the alley by a man covering his mouth with a cloth.

During the struggle, his head became more and more dizzy, and the moment he lost consciousness, he saw the man's face clearly.

When I woke up, I was in the car, lying on someone's lap, and I knew who it was without looking.His hands were tied, his body was still a little weak, and the car windows were covered with opaque car film. He couldn't estimate how long he had been taken away.

There were three other men in the car besides him. Sensing the movement, the man sitting with him in the back seat quickly helped him up and asked, "Huanhuan, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Ji Zhehuan wished he could tear this man into pieces, and stay away from him as if he had escaped from the virus.It's a pity that the car is only so big, no matter how far away a man is, he can reach him.

"Huanhuan, don't move around because your medicine hasn't worked." The man stretched out his hand to pull him, but he barely avoided it.The expression on the man's face also showed pain.

Oh yes, he remembered putting the knife in the man's back.

Feeling very happy, he uttered two words bitterly: "Hypocrisy."

Sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and he endured the pain.

Ji Zhehuan observed it.He couldn't see the scenery outside the window at all, and turned his head slightly to look at the cab. The time displayed was 19:23.So he has been taken away for nearly four hours. I don't know what happened to Wei Ting, did he get out of the police station?Did you notice that he was missing?

From the corner of the eye, I saw the man looking at him with complicated eyes: "Don't look at me, it's disgusting. Where are you taking me?"

The man didn't answer, and he gradually panicked in his heart.It's not because he's afraid that this man will hurt him, but because...the voice couldn't help raising his voice, and he asked, "Are you taking me away?"

"Yeah." The man nodded, looking straight at him.

Ji Zhe sank in joy, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Aren't you coming back?"

"Yeah." The man turned his head as if he didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"Dong Bo presents you bastard!" With his hands tied, Ji Zhehuan jumped up and threw the man down on the seat without caring about his limp body.The man's back is injured, and his sudden coping ability is not as good as his.He raised his hands and quickly pressed his elbows to the man's throat: "What about my parents after I leave?! Haven't you hurt me enough?!"

The man in the front co-pilot quickly leaned over to grab him, but it was a pity that he didn't use much force.He held the man's throat tightly, but the man couldn't pull him.

Dong Bo turned pale and had trouble breathing, and waved to the subordinate.That subordinate sat back reluctantly.

Ji Zhehuan was dizzy, and he relaxed for a while, and the man was able to speak in a moment: "Why... am I willing to hurt you."

"Oh," Ji Zhehuan sneered, and mocked, "So you did all this for my own good?"

The man avoids the topic "You don't seem surprised to see me at all."

"I'll ask you, my parents, what to do!" Ji Zhehuan didn't have the time to talk nonsense with him anymore, his eyes widened, and he regained his strength and shouted.I can't wait to break free from the rope and give this man a hard punch.

"You know I'm not dead?" The man looked back at him and asked word by word.

"Dong Bocheng!" Ji Zhehuan gritted his teeth, the medicine was over, and his body was almost unable to hold on: "I'll ask you one last time, what should my parents do?"

With more strength in his hands, the man had difficulty speaking: "If...you want, I can...take them away together."

"I am willing? As long as I am willing, you will do what I want?" Really fed up with this man's hypocrisy, Ji Zhehuan asked an idiot question.His head was dizzy, and he gradually lost his strength.

The man quickly broke free from his shackles and breathed heavily, coughing heavily and finally eased a little.Pretend to be gentle and get him to sit on the seat.

Ji Zhehuan was really exhausted. After breakfast in the morning, he didn't eat lunch or dinner. The medicine was too strong, and the sudden outbreak just now made him almost collapse.At this moment, he could only lean softly on the back of the chair.He didn't expect this man to let him go.The brain was thinking desperately, but unfortunately his head was very dizzy, and his head hurt even more thinking about things.

There was silence in the car for a long time, and the man suddenly answered his question: "Huanhuan, I will find a way to solve the matter of your parents."

This is tantamount to nonsense.

Ji Zhehuan ignored him.

The man asked again, "Are you hungry?"

Originally, he wanted to answer that he was not hungry, but after a thought, he needed to recover his strength first, otherwise he would not be able to do anything.So he nodded slightly.

The man took out some instant food such as bread from behind the back seat and handed it over. He looked at his bound hands and tore the packaging bag.

Are you going to feed him like this?Glancing at the man in disgust, he said, "I'll eat it myself."

The man's hand holding the bread hesitated and froze in mid-air.A few seconds later the man put down the bread and reached out to untie him.

"Brother Cheng, I can't solve it!"

The man sitting in the co-pilot turned around anxiously.

"I can run away from the three of you?" Ji Zhehuan raised his eyebrows, and it was his subordinate who replied, but Dong Bocheng was looking at it.

Dong Bocheng had a serious face: "Do you have the final say or I have the final say?"

The subordinate turned around unwillingly.

Dong Bocheng untied the rope for him, and he rubbed his aching wrist, moved around and picked up bread to replenish his strength.

Dong Bocheng twisted a bottle of mineral water and handed it over: "Conditions do not allow it now, and I will cook something delicious for you later."

After eating the bread, I filled a large bottle of water.My stomach is no longer hungry, and my head seems to be clearer.He didn't want to hear the man's hypocritical words at all, so he leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind.In fact, his brain was running fast.

Probably because of his back injury, Dong Bocheng sat up straight without leaning on the back of the chair, and glanced at him from time to time.His hands were free, and he reached out to touch all the pockets, only to find that his clothes and pants had been changed, and the things in the pockets were naturally gone.

The car should be driving on the high speed, the speed is fast and stable, and I turned my head to check the time, it was 21:41.

The man didn't know what he thought of, but he smiled and said, "Huanhuan, what do you want to eat when we get here?"

Ji Zhehuan can't understand this man at all now, what is he in his eyes?A well-behaved and obedient little brother?

Directly ignore the man's words: "I want to go to the toilet."

Dong Bocheng asked Dongzi who had been driving quietly: "Dongzi, where can I go to the toilet on this road?"

"Brother, this section is full of high speed."

"Do you want to bear it?" Dong Bocheng turned his head to ask for his opinion.

Ji Zhehuan cast a sideways glance: "I can't take it anymore, let's stop at the gas station."

"Brother Cheng, this kid wants to play tricks." The co-pilot's annoying subordinate turned his head again.

"You can go with me." Ji Zhehuan squinted at Dong Bocheng who was thinking.

"Dongzi, stop at the gas station."

"elder brother……"

"It's okay, just stop for a while and leave. You're tired from driving, so switch with Ah Jian." Dong Bocheng spoke, and no one objected.

The car drove for another ten minutes, and Ji Zhehuan saw a glimmer of light, which was the gas station.

After getting out of the car, he looked around, but it was too dark and unfamiliar, so he couldn't tell where it was.Dongzi waited in the car, and Dong Bocheng and the man named Ah Jian accompanied him into the bathroom.It's a toilet with a separate compartment, just right.Ji Zhehuan solved the physical problem, squatted down and took out a small metal piece from under the shoe logo to stick it on the side of the toilet, and then walked out as if nothing had happened.

The car was on the road again, and no one spoke. Dong Bocheng suddenly spoke a little abruptly: "Huanhuan, Uncle An said you went to see me in the mourning hall?"

Ji Zhehuan was full of sarcasm: "I just want to make sure you are really dead."

Dong Bocheng frowned: "You already guessed that I'm not dead?"

"It's a pity, I wish you were dead." Ji Zhehuan smiled, secretly worried.

Dong Bocheng suddenly stopped talking, and yelled loudly: "Ajian! Speed ​​up! Get off the highway!"

As soon as the words fell, the faint sound of the siren stopped in Ji Zhehuan's ears, which was very kind.

"Brother! There is a toll booth ahead." Ah Jian's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't be nervous, follow that big car." After Dong Bocheng finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at himself.

good chance!Ji Zhehuan's heart beat faster, and Dong Bocheng suddenly took out the tape and tore off a section to stick it to his mouth.

Missed opportunity, passed the toll booth.Not to be outdone, he stared at Dong Boxeng.

The speed of the car was so fast that the siren could hardly be heard.

Dong Bocheng seemed to hold back for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Are you plotting against me?"

Ji Zhehuan raised his eyebrows.

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