In the school security room, I was pressed on the table, just like interrogating a prisoner, and shining a lamp in my eyes.

I suppressed the anger in my heart and did not erupt.

Several security personnel surrounded me and interrogated me, checked my backpack and my photography equipment in detail, and even checked the content of the photos in the camera. They tossed for an hour or two, and after verifying my identity as a reporter, they let me go.

The security captain among them was dark and ugly, and had a strong physique, and was actually an anti-Chinese person.

Before leaving, I pointed at my nose arrogantly and said in stiff Chinese: "Chinese, you'd better not make trouble in Malaysia!"

I pretended to be arrogant and sweared in my heart: "You bastard, I remember your appearance. When I leave Malaysia, I will teach you a lesson and let you know that Chinese people are not despised by casual people!"

I rubbed my sore shoulders and walked to the opposite street. Only then did I find that Chen Shiba was sitting in a restaurant opposite eating fried noodles.

Seeing me coming out of the school gate, Chen Shiba waved at me, wiped his mouth and said to me, "That's great, you finally came out, they didn't make things difficult for you, right? I'm really worried that I'm just about to say that you won't come out again, so I have to force myself to save people!"

I looked at the bare plate on the table, with half a beer next to it, and said without any worries: "Are you worried about me and are going to save me?"

Chen Shibayi looked serious: "That's not it! I'm going to eat a little bit and I'll have the strength to fight when I save you!"

I rolled my eyes, sat down opposite Chen Shiba, ordered a fried noodles and a beer.

The night wind is gentle, and Kuala Lumpur still has a very tropical climate. It feels very comfortable to sit on the street at night.

Chen Shiba asked me while drinking beer: "What should I do next?"

I ate fried noodles all night and had been eating for dinner without a trace.

"Wait!" I said a word without raising my head.

"Wait? What are you waiting for?" Chen Shiba asked in confusion.

"Wait until Liu Yangjun takes the initiative to contact us!" I took a sip of beer and swallowed the fried noodles in my mouth.

"Didn't you just give her agent a business card? With that business card, she will contact us?" Chen Shiba shook his head, feeling that hope was a little slim.

I said confidently: "Don't worry, they will definitely contact us within two days!"

"So confident?" Chen Shiba asked.

I nodded and analyzed to Chen Shiba: "First, Malaysia is very small and has a small population. The value of the music market is not very high. After all, singers who debuted in Malaysia will eventually go abroad and enter overseas. And overseas, the biggest market is China, and they cannot abandon the big cake of China!

Second, there are many Chinese in Malaysia. Liu Yangjun herself is also a Chinese. Her agency and record company are not fools. Of course, I know that Liu Yangjun is more likely to make a name for herself in the Chinese circle, so when I go back to the first question, it is a foregone conclusion that Liu Yangjun enters the Chinese market. Now the Chinese entertainment industry has gone to Malaysia to pay attention to Liu Yangjun, which is exactly what they want.

Third, that business card is a heavyweight business card, from the most awesome Mango TV in the Chinese entertainment industry. As a person in the entertainment industry, Liu Yangjun's behind-the-scenes team naturally knows Mango TV's status in China. Now Mango TV specially sends reporters to interview Liu Yangjun. It is an excellent opportunity for Liu Yangjun, and she cannot refuse. If you offend us, it is offend Mango TV. Offending Mango TV is offend of the Chinese entertainment industry. For reason, they will take the initiative to contact us, and we just need to wait patiently!"

"Okay! Listen to you, wait patiently! Alas, boss, let's have another fried noodles and a beer!" Chen Shiba said bluntly.

I looked at him: "What? Do you still want to eat?"

Chen Shiba laughed and said, "Didn't you say that? Let me wait patiently!"

After eating and drinking, we found a nearby hotel and prepared to have a good sleep.

When we left Changsha, Secretary Peng told us that he would cover all the expenses for this trip to Malaysia, and we just need to go back and report the accounts with him.

Chen Shiba and I were naturally not polite to him and stayed in a very high-end international hotel.

There was a swimming pool, gym, sauna, and amusement park in the hotel. Chen Shiba and I played until midnight before we returned to our room exhausted.

Chen Shiba said: "After I go back, I must talk to Leizi about our life here, which will probably make that kid die of jealousy, hahaha!"

"Aren't you sleepy?" I yawned and leaned on the bed, and saw Chen Shiba still fiddling with the camera.

"Wow, long legs, so beautiful!" Chen Shiba stared at the camera, and his shiny saliva almost dripped on the screen.

I shook my head, cursed "Dirty Embryo", and was about to turn over and go to bed.

Chen Shiba commented while looking at it: "Tsk tsk, Jiuyizi, your photography skills are very bad. Look at what I took, they are all long legs. Look at what you took, and you even take a man's arm, and the taste is very strong!"

I was already very sleepy and had not fallen asleep yet, and I was already snoring.

Suddenly, I felt my bed shaking hard, making me fly up instantly.

I opened my eyes and shouted, "It's an earthquake?"

Chen Shiba's voice came from behind: "It's me, it's me!"

When I looked back, I found that Chen Shiba jumped onto my bed, and his round body looked like a bomb.

"What are you doing when you jumped onto my bed?" I subconsciously pulled up the quilt and blocked it in front of my chest.

Chen Shiba said, "Damn, I won't punish you!"

"Then what do you want to do?" I was still very alert. I didn't want to feel my butt hurt when I woke up tomorrow morning.

Chen Shiba handed me the camera: "Look at this photo!"

"What's wrong?" I took the camera and saw an arm on the photo.

I remember that I rushed to the front of the nanny car, stretched out an arm to block the door, and closed the door with force.

At that time, I just kept pressing the shutter and didn't know what photos I took. I never thought of taking this arm in.

"It should be Liu Yangjun's bodyguard!" I said casually.

"Don't you think this arm is a bit weird?" Chen Shiba asked.

"The arms are weird?" I held the camera in confusion and looked at it for a long time: "This is a human arm, what's weird?"

"Let's enlarge the photo!" Chen Shiba enlarged the photo, pointed to the arm on the photo and said, "Look at this person's arm, there is a tattoo on it!"

What's so strange about tattoos?!

I really don’t understand why Chen Shiba was so interested in a man’s arm?

I looked carefully and saw that the man might be wearing a short sleeve with half of his arm exposed. Through the pattern, we can see that the man should have a flower arm, and his whole arm had tattoos, which looked colorful, so it was called a flower arm.

In tattoos, it is also a normal thing to have a thorny arm, especially in Southeast Asia. Tattoo is already a part of the lives of local people, so it is normal for many people to have tattoos on them, and they don’t think it is too alternative.

Of course, in the backward concept of Chinese people, the tattoo culture always feels that it is a symbol of "social people". In fact, this is wrong and a blasphemy of tattoo culture.

"Look at this place carefully!"

Chen Shiba's finger was pressed on the wrist position of that arm.

I looked closely and found that in the center of a large number of strange tattoo patterns, a triangular snake head was pierced. If I didn't look closely, I couldn't tell it. The snake head was dark red and triangular. The green snake eyes burst out with a terrifying cold light. The snake letter was revealed, looking lifelike, as if the snake head could jump out of its wrist at any time and bite it hard at you.

For some reason, when I saw this terrifying snake head, a chill unknowingly rose in my heart.

"Does this snake head... have any special meaning?" I asked Chen Shiba.

Many countries in Southeast Asia have tropical climates and many poisonous snakes are in their territory. Many locals have a belief and worship of poisonous snakes. This kind of animal worship is also reflected in tattoo culture. In these countries, many people like tattoos such as poisonous snakes. So, in my opinion, there is nothing special about this snake head.

Chen Shiba said: "Before leaving, I checked some pictures of the sacrificial masters on the Internet. I remember it very clearly. At that time, there was a sacrificial master on the photo, who was stabbed with the same red snake head pattern at the same wrist position!"

I was slightly stunned, and then jumped up from the bed excitedly.

I instantly understood what Chen Shiba meant. Chen Shiba had seen pictures of the surrender master, and there was the same poisonous snake tattoo on the surrender master.

In other words, the same poisonous snake tattoo appeared on this arm, so would the owner of this arm be a savior?

Of course, it is not ruled out that this snake-head tattoo is just a simple tattoo pattern and has no special meaning in it. Or, Liu Yangjun's bodyguard and the sacrificer in the picture have chosen the same tattoo pattern. But the probability of this is actually very low, and few designers use the same tattoo pattern on different people.

I quickly asked Chen Shiba to go online and search for photos of the sect master online.

The Internet is really a good thing, all-inclusive. After a moment, Chen Shiba found the photo he saw last time.

I looked at the photo on the computer screen. It was a sapist who was casting a spell. After careful comparison, I found that the snake-head tattoo on the sapist's wrist was exactly the same as the tattoo on the bodyguard's arm, both in terms of position and pattern.
Chapter completed!