[At the beginning, it was a cappella with pure human voice, and then it was transmigrated into gospel-style folk songs. After the bass, it successfully switched to rock style. After a solo of electric guitar, the style of the whole song changed and became a multi-track recording The opera singing, followed by a passionate hardcore rock style, and finally the whole piece slowly ended with Han Jue's voice and his piano. The style changes again and again, the fusion is not at all blunt and abrupt, and there is no repeated chorus from the beginning to the end of the lyrics. Such a damn talent! Even if he had committed the unpardonable crime, I couldn't really hate him. I'm now starting to envy the audience that was there that day, because they saw the birth of the greatest song of the century. 】

[Although it is tongue-in-cheek pseudo-opera, I think this song is one of those dreamy songs. People should just listen to it, think about it, and then they will have different ideas about what it means...]

[The lyrics of "Bohemian Rhapsody" have too much room for interpretation, and it can't help but remind people of what happened to Han Jue recently. Like "Black Mirror", "Bohemian Rhapsody" has also been endowed with a social aspect, rising from a top work to a legendary work, and it will last forever. 】

【…】

Zhang Yiman was still scrolling through Weibo on his mobile phone late at night, when he saw comments related to "Bohemian Rhapsody".

She heard that Han Jue was taken off the list of performances at the music festival in the United States, so she didn't understand why she sang another English song. Taking a closer look, it turned out that Han Jue was performing on stage wearing Gu An's vest. After the news spread, the music circles all over the world were in a state of [Shock! Gu An's real identity turned out to be him! ], but after being shocked, he felt that it was not surprising that this kind of thing happened to Han Jue.

Zhang Yiman found a few live videos to listen to. After listening to them, he finally understood why the music circle was in shock.

This great work transcends international and language.

Zhang Yiman planned to wait for these recent incidents to pass, then go to her boyfriend's music studio, listen to the recorded version, and read the complete lyrics.

She was proud of Han Jue, and felt a little relieved, thinking that since Han Jue could still write such works, he should be in a good state and not be disturbed by the outside world.

Zhang Yiman looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and it was time to go to bed after playing for five minutes.

Recently, she always stays up late at night, writes bad reviews of "Black Mirror", and then uses the trumpet to quarrel with others. Even though she knew that her level of quarrel was not severe, every time she saw those comments, she just couldn't get angry and wanted to say something.

She has learned to be a little smarter recently, paying attention to [Peace Dove], saving the cursing quotations of [Peace Dove] one by one, and then using it to deal with those trolls. She was very impressed with [Peace Dove], the "Han Hei". She had quarreled with him before and failed miserably, and she has been following him ever since. Unexpectedly, after [Peace Dove] disappeared for a while, Han Jue was suddenly not blacked out, and later he quit the rivers and lakes and washed his hands, and there was no movement.

Until the recent hacking incident, a large number of people on the Internet came to criticize Han Jue, and by the way, they touched her and stepped on her, saying that she was blind, and asked her to break up with Han Jue quickly, or they would cover up criminals.

In this case, [Peace Dove] was sent out as a nuclear peace envoy, and the comment area was bloodbathed. While defending Zhang Yiman, he also said some fair words for Han Jue, which surprised Zhang Yiman, thinking whether to disclose his identity on the trumpet, and thank this old fan.

"Father, when are we going back to Shanghai?" Zhang Yiman asked Zhang Yaohui who was lying on another sofa and reading a book.

Since the hacking incident, they have lived in the capital for more than half a month now, and Zhang Yiman misses Han Jue very much. She wanted to hug Han Jue, comfort him when he was depressed, listen to Han Jue sing, watch Han Jue paint, share troubles and happiness with Han Jue. Just like those days in Dali, it is peaceful and no one disturbs you.

"Soon." Zhang Yaohui said.

"You always say it's coming soon, how long is [coming soon]?" Zhang Yiman said.

Zhang Yaohui thought for a while, and gestured with three fingers.

"Three days? Three weeks? Three months?" Zhang Yiman hesitated, "Or...OK?"

Zhang Yaohui looked at his daughter with an expression of "Why are you so stupid".

"Why are you so stupid," Zhang Yaohui said, "Look at the context, and then contact the context. How could this gesture mean OK?"

Zhang Yiman aimed his eyes at his father's belly, wondering how it would feel if he kicked it up.

"Hmph." Sensing the danger, Zhang Yaohui moved his buttocks and lay down with his back to Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, and found Gu Fan's news in Moments.

This guy Gu Fan recently stayed at Han Jue's house, and he posted several posts almost every day. Starting from the morning, it was a photo of food, accompanied by the text: [Brother's breakfast is delicious! 】.

After a while, I posted a short video of practicing the piano, saying: [I gave birth after not practicing for a long time, I was taught a lesson by my brother], followed by two crying emojis.

In the afternoon, it was a photo they took in the mirror in the gym downstairs. It was obviously a selfie, but Gu Fan secretly wanted to take a picture of Han Jue who was exercising in the corner.

Later, Gu Fan and Han Jue were painting together in the studio, and the last photos they took were often two paintings put together for acceptance. Han Jue’s was an oil painting, and Gu Fan’s was a children’s painting (at the level of the second grade in elementary school). Shameless, Zhang Yiman wanted to comment on it, but when he thought that his painting level was not good, Zhang Yiman had to swallow his breath.

As usual, the dinner was cooked by Han Jue, who took photos and posted pictures, shouting that it was delicious.

In the evening they watch movies together, such as [Old Movies Special], [Science Fiction Movies], several movies in a row. After reading it, Gu Fan would take a picture of the poster and post a comment, most of which he could only say【It looks good! 】,【Looks great! ], but he also knew that such comments were meaningless, so he attached Han Jue's comments, funny complaints or accurate judgments.

Zhang Yiman watched these dynamics every day, and was almost pissed off!

[These are obviously mine! ! ! 】

Zhang Yiman didn't know if Gu Fan had set those dynamics to only be visible to her to make her jealous.

But jealousy is jealousy, she still knows the general idea, she didn't tell Han Jue to drive Gu Fan away, she knew that it would be better for Han Jue to have someone by his side at this time.

So every time Zhang Yiman looked at Gu Fan's circle of friends, he cursed in his heart and couldn't help but look at it, often clicking to see if there was any update.

She didn't see any news from Gu Fan today, but now she came across a post that was posted three minutes ago. It was a photo taken by Gu Fan, and the environment inside showed that he was elsewhere at this time.

Zhang Yiman clicked on Gu Fan's profile picture, sent him a message, and asked him why he wasn't at Han Jue's house today.

[To attend an event. ] Gu Fan replied. He also knew what Zhang Yiman was worried about, so he immediately posted: [It's okay, don't worry about my brother. 】

Zhang Yiman tapped and tapped, knowing that Gu Fan's judgment, who was with Han Jue day and night every day, was more accurate than his own who was far away in the capital.

In the end, Zhang Yiman just asked Gu Fan: [Have you heard "Bohemia"? Do you know when uncle wrote it? 】

Gu Fan replied: [I don't know, he wrote too many songs, I don't even know which one you are talking about. 】【"Bohemia" was released recently? I came to listen to it. 】

Zhang Yiman is going to end the conversation with Gu Fan.

But after a while, Gu Fan sent another message to praise "Bohemian Rhapsody" wildly.

Zhang Yiman replied triumphantly, saying that it is normal for her uncle to be able to write music of this level.

After a few seconds of silence, Gu Fan sent a message: [My brother's new "Painting" is also very good! 】【Oh yes, you haven’t heard of it (smile)】

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! It's too arrogant!" Zhang Yiman was furious, feeling that Mrs. Gu Fan was being arrogant!

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yaohui was taken aback.

Zhang Yiman ignored him, typing quickly with his fingers: [Well, then I really want to hear it, but unfortunately I can't hear it for the time being, I can only listen to the hundreds of "Music Diaries" that my uncle gave me to quench my thirst up. 】

Gu Fan: [Sorry, I forgot to mention, "Painting" is based on the "Crow on the Rye Field" I gave you (smile). 】【Write the life of a painter, it's so well written! 】

Zhang Yiman felt as if he had been hit in the chest, and he could spurt a mouthful of blood immediately.

Zhang Yiman was very impressed with the "Crow on the Wheat Field" that Gu Fan gave Han Jue as a birthday present. Han Jue liked this painting very much, and hung it on the wall of the production room, and wanted to read it from time to time.

""The Crow on the Wheat Field"." Zhang Yiman hummed and searched for the artist's biography of this oil painting on his mobile phone, but except for one nationality and one name, he couldn't find anything else.

"Dad, do you know Van Gogh?" Zhang Yiman asked Zhang Yaohui, thinking that Dad might also know who Van Gogh was. .

After all, Zhang Yaohui performed amazingly in "All the way with you", and he knows all kinds of artists, big and small, and can even be accurate to his life stories and hobbies, just like the painter named Adolf mentioned in Germany last time, except he is a peace hobby Zhang Yaohui also said that this person does not like restraint and hates being a civil servant.

Sure enough, Zhang Yaohui did not disappoint his daughter this time.

"If you mean a little-known oil painter named Van Gogh in the Netherlands," Zhang Yaohui turned around and replied, "I know."

Zhang Yiman asked the man where he could buy his paintings.

"Go to Paris and look for it. He was in a mental hospital in Paris before he died."

"Huh? Has he ever had a mental illness?"

"Well, in the end it was suicide."

Zhang Yiman paused in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yaohui asked Zhang Yiman why he asked this.

Zhang Yiman shook her head, and replied that it was okay, she wanted to buy Van Gogh's painting as a gift to Han Jue.

Zhang Yiman can't hear about mental illness recently, so he tends to think of Han Jue, worried, and then afraid.

Looking at the time, it was past three o'clock, and Zhang Yiman got up to go back to his room to sleep. As a result, at this moment, the phone vibrated twice, and someone sent a message. Zhang Yiman thought it was Gu Fan's pursuit of the victory, but upon seeing it, it was Lin Qin who sent it.

Sister Lin Qin: [Look! 】

Below is a micro link to share.

Zhang Yiman opened the push, and it was a report written by a person named [Amei] on Weibo.

Amei should have graduated from a media major, and the reports she wrote can be seen from the taste of professional training. The first part of the article describes the changes in Han Jue’s position in the [Me Too] movement, and then writes about the changes in Han Jue’s attitude and the degree of improvement.

At the end of the article, Amei's style of writing began to appear as an individual Weitec user rather than a working reporter. She wrote:

[Unfortunate childhood, became famous overnight, debuted at the peak, quickly fell, came back again after a long dormancy, returned to the peak and reached a higher level, cross-border film and television, never missed, from sought after by thousands of people to pointed out by thousands of people, now Suffering from controversy... Such a Han Jue is only one death away from legend. And this death may not be far away from us.

Han Jue once mentioned in an interview that he had the idea of ​​committing suicide, but because he thought that the person who loved him would be sad, he could not make it to the last step. However, there must be some acts of committing suicide (many people speculate that the tattoo on his wrist to cover up the scars), so the degree of depression is very deep. And now Han Jue is involved in such a vortex again, if, if he is wronged, then he must be very disappointed in this world. 】

"Buzz—" the phone vibrated again.

A message from Lin Qin.

There is also only one word: [Look! 】

This time it's another post, also from Ah Mui.

It is an analysis of the lyrics of Han Jue's new song "Bohemian Rhapsody" that shook the United States an hour ago.

[Yesterday, in the United States, he exposed the vest of the music prodigy "Gu An" and sang a song of "Bohemian Rhapsody". It actually makes me deeply uneasy.

I don't know much about composition and arrangement, so I don't do analysis, only the lyrics.

The translation of the following lyrics comes from a friend of mine in the United States. If there is any mistake, please feel free to point it out.

The first paragraph: [Is all this real, or is it just an illusion, trapped in the landslide, unable to escape the cage of reality...Open your eyes, look up at the sky...Where does the wind blow, It doesn't matter to me anymore]

First, he talked about the creator being disturbed by the pressure of reality, and then he prayed to the listener, asking to open their eyes and not be blinded. It's almost a reference to recent events...

The second paragraph: [Mom, I just killed someone... It's too late, my destination is coming... Sometimes I even wish I had never come to this world]

The lyrics describe the story of a person who bid farewell to his mother after being shot. The object being killed is an image, which usually refers to a certain quality in the creator’s heart, or the past self, which is the creator’s denial of a certain part of himself... ...When mother appears in the lyrics, it is often the fragile cry of the creator when he is uneasy...

The third paragraph: ...

The fourth paragraph: ...]

For a moment, Zhang Yiman felt that his senses blocked the whole world. It took a few seconds before I finally came back to my senses, felt the phone in my hand, felt the soft sofa under me, and heard the sound of my father turning the pages of the book.

She stared blankly at the phone, and then she took a deep breath, holding back all the turbulent emotions.

She almost tremblingly booked a flight ticket from Zhang Jingcheng to Shanghai, then ran back to the room and began to tidy up her clothes.

Zhang Yaohui sensed something was wrong with his daughter and followed him in, only to see Zhang Yiman buried in packing his luggage.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yaohui asked.

"It's okay." Zhang Yiman replied sullenly.

Zhang Yaohui frowned: "Are you all right?"

Zhang Yiman still immersed himself in packing his luggage, and after a long time: "I don't want to say it."

Zhang Yiman couldn't say, because the biggest reason her father prevented her from being with Han Jue was because she was worried about this situation happening now.

Zhang Yiman simply packed his luggage, carried it behind his back, and said, "I'm sorry, Dad, I must go back to Shanghai now."

Zhang Yaohui stood at the door, not letting go.

Zhang Yiman looked at his father with red eyes: "I must go!"

Zhang Yaohui seemed to have noticed something, and at the same time felt that his daughter's determination was not a joke. Slowly, he moved away and said softly: "If it is serious, you must tell Dad."

Zhang Yiman ran past him like a wind, unwilling to delay for a moment.

...

...

Before dawn, Han Jue woke up again. He checked the time, it was 5:30, and he only slept for three hours.

He is a sleepy person, but these days he always sleeps very little, even if he is exhausted by exercising, he can wake up refreshed and do things within a few hours, and he doesn't feel sleepy at all . No, energetic is an inappropriate adjective. Because he felt that his spirit seemed to be missing a piece forever, and he couldn't be full no matter what.

After he got up, he stood in the living room and opened the window for ventilation.

At this time, the wind and temperature outside are still cold, but he likes to stand in the cold wind for a while. He likes to think about something in this moment of silence, or just stand there without thinking about it.

Suddenly, I heard the meowing of a kitten outside the window. The sound was very obvious in the middle of the night.

The cry did not come from downstairs, because the sound was soft and could not reach such a high floor.

Han Jue opened the window, poked his head out, and found the kitten's location based on the sound.

With the faint light of the street lamp, Han Jue saw a skinny, almost dying kitten trapped in the corner of the wall, not daring to move.

Han Jue suspected that this kitten was the one he saw a few days ago, but unfortunately he asked the bodyguards to search across the street for a long time but couldn't find it. He looked at the path and distance from the window to the kitten, and imagined that if he stood on the window sill, held the window sill with one hand, and leaned halfway out, the other hand should be able to reach the kitten.

So, are you going to stand out?

The thought is just a little thought in the heart, and it is immediately reflected in the body.

Han Jue didn't know when he stood on the windowsill.

He looked at the ground below.

Because the sky was dark, the ground as high as the fifth floor didn't look far away at all.

...

...

Zhang Yiman came out of the airport and bumped into several people along the way. She said sorry and ran forward.

Sister Qin kept calling behind her, telling her to slow down, but Zhang Yiman couldn't slow down at all. She had to see Han Jue to be completely at ease. If she forced herself to walk slowly, move slowly, she felt like she could go crazy in no time.

Sitting in the taxi going to [Eleventh Street], Zhang Yiman kept stomping his feet, burning with anxiety.

She didn't even dare to imagine what Han Jue was doing, she was afraid that her bad worries would be realized in the dark.

When finally arrived at Han Jue's residence, Zhang Yiman got out of the car first and ran to Han Jue's house, leaving Sister Qin to pay the money and carry the luggage later.

【ah! 】

As soon as Zhang Yiman raised his head, his legs gave way and he almost sat on the ground.

Because she vaguely saw a figure by Han Jue's floor window.

Zhang Yiman almost cried out, but when she saw two people walking slowly not far away, she stumbled up from the ground, bit her arm hard with her teeth, and held herself down from her throat. The cry came out, and he rushed to the corridor with his head buried.

The bodyguards stationed on the first floor had already gotten up, thinking that Zhang Yiman was a fanatical sunspot, they stretched out their arms to stop her.

"Get out of the way!!" Zhang Yiman ordered in an angry and eager tone. This is the first time she has spoken to someone so impolitely since she was a child. From the capital to here, in just a few hours, she has broken many principles. But none of that mattered compared to what she was about to lose.

The bodyguard recognized Zhang Yiman's voice, and looked carefully at the red hair under the hat, knowing that he had stopped the wrong person.

Zhang Yiman didn't have time to explain to them why he was like this, so he ran towards the elevator with his legs open.

...

...

Han Jue is a pessimist and a patient with persecution paranoia. He is also afraid of heights. He usually dare not stand by the window, and he will feel uneasy when standing. Could there be a killer somewhere with a gun aimed at his head. Not to mention climbing out to save the kitten, even if saving someone, Han Jue will first consider whether his own safety can be guaranteed.

But today, he suddenly felt that there was nothing scary beside the window.

There is no need to be so concerned about safety or something.

If it just falls like this... that seems to be good. Let's just say I'm out of luck. Han Jue thought so. If an accidental death is the end of this life, it should fit the legend.

Han Jue moved his foot on the window sill, using this foot as the axis, ready to lean half of his body out.

Just when he was about to take the next step, he heard the door being opened forcefully behind him.

[Is Gu Fan back? 】

Thinking of this, Han Jue turned his head and looked over. He couldn't see people's faces clearly in the dark, but he only knew that the figure was not Gu Fan, but a woman.

He saw the other party's red hair, and then smelled a familiar smell in the air.

[Ah, it's a silly girl. 】Han Jue was surprised.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Yiman couldn't help rushing forward. But she took a few steps and stopped abruptly, just biting her lip and staring at Han Jue. The bloody smell from broken lips slowly permeated the whole mouth, Zhang Yiman didn't know what to do next.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened to persuade him to come down, she wanted to rush over and pull him down from the window, but she was afraid that every move she made next would irritate her lover by the window and cause him to jump down.

She really didn't know what to do.

No one taught her what to do in such a situation.

She felt so stupid, so stupid.

She just held back her tears and crying, looking at him over there.

But he never responded.

She began to wonder, why could he abandon everything in this world so cruelly? Is the weight of being together before really not heavy enough to keep him in this world?

Zhang Yiman felt terrified like never before. She didn't know how she would spend the rest of her life if the worst thing happened in front of her eyes and she could do nothing about it.

...

...

Han Jue didn't know how to explain to Zhang Yiman what happened now.

He could feel that Zhang Yiman was angry.

Han Jue was a little overwhelmed. He knew Zhang Yaohui's reasons for objecting to him being with a silly girl, and he had repeatedly promised that he would not have such a tendency.

but now……

Han Jue didn't dare to lie, because he really thought about slipping and falling just now. Regarding death, he is not afraid at all, and even has a little expectation that he dare not express.

If you die, you don't have to face this messy disturbance in the world.

After Guan Yi and the others made the truth public, what expressions would everyone have when they found out that he was dead?

Han Jue had to admit that he had expected this in his heart.

He knew that Sha Niu must be feeling uneasy about the future of the two of them at this time. If it is serious, it is not impossible to break up like this. Even if they won't break up this time, if the matter gets to Zhang Yaohui, Zhang Yaohui will order them to break up.

If we break up like this...

Han Jue faintly heard a voice in his heart saying:

[Then I can die more easily. 】

Han Jue didn't know what to say now, but he knew that he should get off the windowsill first.

Han Jue moved his body and said slowly: "You..."

"I want to make a wish!" Zhang Yiman shouted suddenly.

"Huh?" Han Jue was a little confused.

I saw Zhang Yiman took out a worn-out piece of paper from the wallet in his pocket.

The paper is about the size of a paper coin. Taking advantage of the brighter light outside the window than before, Han Jue stared blankly at the paper. It looks familiar.

"Ah..." Han Jue suddenly remembered.

He remembered. That was when Zhang Yiman and Zhang Yiman moved to the cohabitation house in "Let's Fall in Love" three years ago. He received a gift from Zhang Yiman, but he forgot to prepare a gift for Zhang Yiman, so he had to make a gift on the spot. There are several coupons written on the page, including [Dishwashing Coupon], [Forgive Coupon], and [Wishing Coupon].

Zhang Yiman used the [Dishwashing Coupon], so he had to rush to wash the dishes no matter what the situation was.

Any wish that Zhang Yiman made with the [Wish Voucher] must be fulfilled immediately.

During the three years with Zhang Yiman, Han Jue had never seen silly girls use these coupons, thinking that Zhang Yiman didn't like such insincere gifts, so he gradually forgot that there were so many coupons.

I didn't expect Sha Niu to keep it all the time.

I didn't expect Sha Niu to carry the [Wishing Coupon] with her all the time.

three years.

"Uncle, I want to make a wish!..." After saying this, Zhang Yiman finally couldn't help crying. Holding the wishing ticket, she choked up and said intermittently: "My, my wish, the wish is that you come down from there now...can you come down from there, uncle..."

Han Jue felt his nasal cavity suddenly sour, and then tears gushed out of his eye sockets.

Han Jue felt his chest was hit hard by a hammer, and he couldn't breathe.

[What was I thinking before...] Han Jue suddenly felt so stupid.

He has such a lover in this world, why can't he think about taking revenge on the whole world with death?

Are people in the whole world more important than this lover in front of you?

Han Jue woke up and regretted it.

Blown by the passing cold wind, Han Jue shuddered suddenly, turned his head and glanced at the ground downstairs, and suddenly found that the ground outside was so far away from him, so scary.

【It's so high! 】

Han Jue's legs were about to tremble uncontrollably, he hurriedly supported the window sill, sucked his nose, and let himself walk down slowly in extreme embarrassment.

After he stood on the floor of the house, he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Yiman who was crying but still staring at him.

Han Jue's vision was so suddenly blurred by tears.

"I'm sorry..." he said, spreading his hands.

The next moment, Zhang Yiman threw himself into his arms.

He hugged Zhang Yiman tightly, as if embracing the whole world. The spirit that was previously unsatisfactory no matter what, suddenly became full and full, as if being charged.

...

...

After Benjamin jumped downstairs from his home in the afternoon, he had been fleeing all the way.

He felt hungry and tired, but the fear of prison kept spurring him not to stay. He didn't have any cash with him, but he had money in his bank card and several accounts, but he didn't dare to withdraw it. So he is penniless now, and he doesn't know when he can escape.

After a few hours, he stopped and walked, but he didn't feel out of the zone.

He wandered uneasily in an alley, thinking where to get stutter first.

Benjamin passed by and planned to go near the school to see if he could ask the students for some money. He's already wanted anyway, and it's trivial to blackmail elementary school students. And he only asked for a few dollars, which did not constitute a crime.

Thinking of this, Benjamin walked out of the alley and looked for the elementary school students on the street.

As he was walking, he suddenly noticed a few bald men smoking and chatting looking at him. Benjamin secretly groaned in his heart. While he was looking for a target to rob, wouldn't he also become a target of robbery by others?

Sure enough, those bald heads slowly approached.

"Hey, bring the bag here." A bald man said to him with a smile.

"There is nothing valuable in the bag. My most valuable thing is this mobile phone. I will give you the mobile phone. Please let me go." Benjamin shrank his shoulders and handed the mobile phone with the broken calling card to the other party.

Bald No. 1 took the phone over to look at it, then put it in his pocket.

But they had no intention of letting him go.

"Bring the bag here." Bald No. 1 said the same thing.

It was impossible for Benjamin to give them the computer. He hugged the bag to his chest and pretended to hand it out, but in fact he was looking for an opportunity to escape.

"This kid is going to run away." Bald No. 2 said with a smile, and kicked Benjamin's knee fiercely.

The thin Benjamin fell to his knees with a snap, and the bag fell aside.

Bald No. 2 took off Benjamin's hat, revealing his short blond hair.

Bald No. 3 picked up the bag, opened it, and said, "It's a computer."

"Okay, a suspicious young man with a computer, blond hair, 1.7 meters tall, the third one today, press and hold, and take a photo." Bald No. 1 commanded.

No. 2 and No. 3 followed suit and pressed Benjamin's face to the ground, and No. 1 snapped a photo of him with his mobile phone. The three of them moved very skillfully, obviously this was not the first time.

During the period, some passers-by saw their actions, but they all wisely avoided them.

Benjamin wanted to call for help, but he was kicked in the side by Bald No. 2, and he couldn't speak out because of the pain.

Bald No. 1 waited for a while with his mobile phone, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Xie Te! I won the lottery!"

Bald No. 2 excitedly asked No. 1 what lottery ticket he had won and how much it was.

"What lottery ticket!" Bald No. 1 gave No. 2 a look, jumped up and said, "We found someone!" Bald No. 1 looked at Benjamin on the ground with a smile, his eyes were like banknotes.

After No. 2 and No. 3 were stunned for a moment, they also became happy.

【What the hell is going on...】 Benjamin felt dizzy.

"I'll call the boss, you guys watch him, don't let him run away, it's all money!" No. 1 said.

Number two and number three responded loudly, staring at Benjamin like a cheetah with piercing eyes. They took off Benjamin's pants and restrained Benjamin's legs. When Benjamin made any suspicious movements, they shot them immediately, causing Benjamin to lie on the ground in pain, unable to go anywhere.

"What's this kid doing?" Number Two asked Number Three.

Number Three said, "Who knows? But he must have offended some big shot. I heard people from other gangs are also looking for him."

"Maybe this little poor boy is actually very powerful?"

"Like? He's actually a hacker?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The two bald heads laughed loudly. While laughing, they did not forget to keep an eye on Benjamin on the ground to prevent him from escaping.

Benjamin, who was listening to their conversation, lay on the ground and completely gave up struggling.

At the moment, his mind is full of two words:

Regret, regret, regret...

...

...

"Okay, got it. Get people under control, and I'll send someone over there."

Zhang Yaohui hung up the phone.

He looked at his watch, and it was exactly three hours before he asked his daughter how long it was before he could return to Shanghai.

After that, the daily update will start...

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