"I'm going out...you really don't want to come with me? I can take you to the TV station and then drop you off."
"No, I have to pretend. It's industry secrets. Outsiders don't want to pry around."
"Tch, isn't it just makeup? I know how to do it, so I'm really leaving."
"Uh-huh."
Standing by the window, she watched Yin Zhuxian walk out of the apartment door like a deer, scampering all the way into the garage, drove out of her white Audi, slowly turned the corner, accelerated, and disappeared into the next place with steaming exhaust gas.
intersection.
"Goodbye...Sorry, I made a mistake..."
Shaking his head, Tang Chao withdrew his gaze and began to clean up all the traces he left in the house. Fortunately, the workload was not very large, after all, his range of activities was horribly small.
Yes, he is leaving. The flight ticket was booked last night, and the flight location is at Incheon Airport.
Of course, before going to Incheon Airport, he had to go to Gimpo Airport first. So, unfortunately, he could not see Yin Zhuxian's show in the afternoon... Anyway, the vast sea of people, all living beings, are just passers-by who meet by chance.
Having the opportunity to cross paths with each other is already considered lucky, so why would you dare to ask for more?
Turn around, close the door, and step into the wind and snow.
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Afternoon, TV station building.
In the back stage corridor, Yin Zhuxian, who was dressed up, hugged his guitar tightly, took deep breaths, adjusted his condition, and occasionally raised his toes to cross the curtain, as if to peek at something.
It was not a performance on the stage. Although after the guest on the stage finished performing, it would be her turn next, but her focus was still on the audience at the front stage, constantly searching for a familiar figure. Unfortunately,
Right now, this was more of a small live event than a music show. The auditorium was very large and the lights were very dim. From her point of view, she couldn't see clearly the rows of audience members.
The ticket she sent out was naturally in a good position, and it was also in the front row. The seat was currently vacant. Yin Zhuxian didn't care about this. After all, he was a killer. Even if he was dressed up, he couldn't sit there.
It's within the coverage area of the camera, as long as you can come in... Ha, it's pretty well hidden, and I didn't even find it.
"Joohyun, what are you looking at?"
"Ah? Oh, let me feel the atmosphere."
The manager came over and looked at the baby's fat face that swelled like a frog because he kept taking deep breaths. He couldn't help but smile and said: "You have been an artist for nearly four years and have performed hundreds of performances on various stages. How nervous are you now?"
ah?"
Yoon Zhuxian stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: "It's different. I used to be on stage with Ernies, but now it's just me."
"That's true." The manager thought for a moment and snapped his fingers, "Then treat it like an exam, or a quiz or something. Our upright maknae is very good at this." After saying this, he raised his hands.
Pointing, as if I am very optimistic about you.
Yin Zhuxian smiled when he heard this and said nothing.
This is indeed an exam, but the scoring examiner is not the judges on the stage, nor the audience in the audience, but a guy hiding in a corner... After practicing for so long and being criticized so many times, she must hand it over.
A satisfactory answer!
At this moment, the guests on the stage left and bowed, and the performance was over. Yin Zhuxian took a deep breath at the end, picked up the guitar amidst the host's warm-up shouts, and stepped into the spotlight...
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Gimpo Airport.
In the crowded waiting room, a young man wearing a baseball cap and hip-hop attire was dragging his suitcase. He walked slowly and leisurely. He didn't look like he was in a hurry to catch a flight, but he was not looking for a seat.
It was so similar, because along the way, he chose to ignore the many empty seats along the roadside, and just walked in an S shape, constantly shuttling between the rows of seats.
Until, he suddenly stopped, half turned around, and looked at the seat behind him on the right, where he saw an elderly white man wearing a pressed suit and holding a magazine in his hand, with sunken eyes and obvious Eastern European features. He grinned, dragged his suitcase and left.
He came back and said, "Ha, I found you, old man! He's very good at his craftsmanship. He disguised himself very well. I almost fooled you."
The elderly Eastern European man put down the magazine and looked at the young man standing in front of him with a puzzled expression. He spoke vaguely and with a strong accent in English: "What? Young man, do we know each other?"
At the same time, outside the side gate of the airport, there were also a large number of passengers coming in and out. Beside the road, a black car parked quietly with its tires pressed against the fast-passing sign. The driver's side window was lowered and one arm was draped over it.
Lighting on the car window, looking very leisurely.
In the rearview mirror, a traffic policeman trotted over.
"Sir, parking is not allowed here."
The man in the car showed no reaction, lowered his head, and fiddled with the laptop on his lap with his other hand, as if he didn't hear anything.
The traffic policeman was startled when he saw this, then he looked at the chiseled side face, realized something, and said again: "Sir...thishere...no, uh, noparking!"
The intermittent words jumped out one after another with great effort.
This person's English was obviously poor, but the meaning was expressed at least. However, the man in the car still didn't respond at all. The traffic policeman frowned suddenly. He held the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and was about to summon his companions when his eyes inadvertently passed by the laptop screen.
It seemed like a video was being played, but the perspective was very strange. It was looking down. Below were pedestrians walking by one after another. Most of them were carrying backpacks and trolley cases, and there were fixed seats on the side...
"Xiba!"
His eyes suddenly widened. What kind of ordinary video was that? It was clearly real-time surveillance, or real-time surveillance of the waiting room inside the airport!
"Get off the car! Get off the car immediately -" yelling loudly, the traffic policeman took out his baton from his waist without hesitation, but the next moment, clatter, the baton slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
With a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost, the car door opened from the inside, the man stepped out of the car, and took out a slender long-range sniper rifle with a metallic luster of death!
"You...I...uh..."
Open the gun body bracket, fix it on the roof of the car, pull the bolt, press a scarlet bullet, close the load with a click, push the safety, a series of actions are completed in the blink of an eye, skillfully and smoothly. Immediately, the upper body leans forward, right eye
He put on the high-power lens, lightly touched the trigger with his finger, snowflakes were falling, the hem of the windbreaker was dancing in the wind, and his figure and temperament were in a mess... After a pause, he turned his head as if he had just discovered something, and looked at the traffic policeman with a calm expression.
"Here, no shooting is allowed here... No, no, no, here, here... ah..."
Finally, he couldn't help but scream in fear, turned around and ran away, but hit the back door of the car with his head. He fell to the ground with a loud bang, got up again, and ran away in a dizzy state.
...has a gun!”
The conversation in the waiting room continued.
"...Okay, old man, stop pretending." The young man in hip-hop attire set up his trolley suitcase, "Do you know how much effort I put into getting here and how much favor I owe? If nothing else, you have to be responsible for buying the land.
Let me take the special product back, or I will kill you... I just transferred the plane three times! Oh, and even made the wrong transfer once..."
The old white man was even more confused: "Young man, I'm sorry to hear what happened to you, but we really don't know each other."
"This is boring. Sure enough, there is a generation gap with you old guys, and we can't communicate at all." Letting go of the trolley case, the hip-hop young man waved his hand impatiently, "Let me tell you the truth, you are being hunted now.
, I am very interested in the person who is chasing you, so before he kills you, I will follow you and be your bodyguard... If you make a lot of money, I will tell you old man, my price is very high, um,
Although no one will ask me to be a bodyguard..."
"You want to be my bodyguard?" The elderly white man put down the magazine and still didn't admit anything, but asked with great interest, "But why should I hire you?"
"Just because of my name, Feng Mo..."
Before he finished speaking, the hip-hop young man's expression suddenly changed, as did the old white man's. The difference was that the latter was shocked by the former, while the former was shocked by...
Wow-bang-
The first sound was the sound of the airport exterior wall glass and the waiting room glass bursting and shattering at the same time. The crash seemed to carry the sound of guitar strings being played somewhere in the city, which was beautiful and crisp. The latter sound was the head of an old white man exploding.
The movement was like a watermelon smashed with a hammer. The red juice and sticky objects exploded everywhere, on the burger of the passenger next door, in the garbage bag of the cleaning staff passing by, and on the face of the hip-hop young man directly opposite.
,
Hiss, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and said, "...Musashi...Fake!"
He backed away and threw out the trolley case. The underwear, toiletries and even two plush dolls were scattered all over the sky... If viewed from a sniper angle at this time, those seemingly messy objects would be blocked.
He blocked all shooting sights... He rushed out and rushed out of the waiting room through the broken glass in an instant. Without stopping, he ran towards the broken glass on the outer wall of the airport. At the end of the field of vision, a black car started, turned, and accelerated suddenly.
"Fak, Fak, Fak—"
When Fuma Musashi ran out of the airport, there was finally a loud noise behind him, and piercing screams came one after another. "Get out of here!" He pushed away a passenger who got on the bus, and then roughly pulled the taxi driver out of the window, closing the door.
He didn't have time to turn it off, so he jumped forward with half his body, turned the steering wheel crazily, started to accelerate, stepped on the accelerator, bang bang bang, knocked away several cars in front of him, and drove away.
…
Television studio.
After the song was played, Yin Zhuxian put down the guitar in relief and bowed. Amidst the roar of cheers and applause, his eyes swept across the dark auditorium again. Damn it, it was hidden so deep that it was impossible to find it.
"Wow, Dafa!" Several judges also stood up and applauded, giving a thumbs up. After the scene calmed down a little, they commented one by one. Of course, there were no negative comments. They all praised the program from all angles.
, we are in the same entertainment industry, and it is normal for someone to carry the sedan chair and say hello to me and everyone to hello.
After several judges finished their praise, everyone in the audience turned their attention to an elegant silver-haired old man in the middle of the judges' table. It was obvious that this man was the representative of authority.
Picking up the microphone, "I won't talk about Joohyun Xi's singing skills. She is a member of the popular girl group and the fans here also know it. Haha, the sound is moving, Dafa..."
This is just a compliment. Yin Zhuxian bowed and thanked her in embarrassment. She knows her own family affairs. She is an idol, not a singer. Singing skills are not something you can just work hard for a while. What matters more is talent and experience. Just now that
In Speak Now, her singing is not bad, but there is still a big gap between it and being excellent. According to someone's words, she can still listen to it and it's quite satisfactory.
"The main thing I want to talk about is Joohyun Xi's guitar playing... To be honest, I was a little surprised. Maybe everyone knows that I play guitar in a band, and I have some achievements in this aspect..." The comment was suddenly
Interrupted by cheers, it was obvious that this person had more than a few achievements in guitar, "Don't interrupt, don't interrupt... Haha, I continued, I have seen many guitar players in this industry, with various styles.
Yes, but the most common thing I see is plucking the strings one by one according to the notes in the music score, accurately and smoothly, but that's it. It's actually very boring. However, Joohyunxi's guitar is different. There may be some deficiencies in technique.
But it really pops up the flavor, pops up... spirituality! Yes, it is spirituality..."
The comments were so subtle that they were not just compliments. The audience clearly recognized something from the silver-haired old man's expression. The cheers suddenly became louder. Some support signs with Yin Zhuxian's name were even raised high, as if they were proud of You.
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Yin Zhuxian was also very excited, and the baby's fat cheeks were red, which was really cute.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, she handed in a satisfactory answer!
…
At this time, a certain section of the intersection was blocked, and hysterical loudspeakers were roaring crazily.
Bang, another slap, and the overwhelmed steering wheel finally became completely crooked, "Fuck - broken car!" The car door slammed shut, Fuma Musashi stood next to the taxi, hands on his hips, and his eyes swept across the three roads in front of him, to the left and to the left.
direction, turned his lips and let out a long breath, his bangs flying around on his forehead.
Lost...
In fact, he had lost track of him a long time ago. When he came out of the airport, he never saw the black car in sight. But for some special people, disappearing from sight does not mean that they can completely get rid of it. Judging from the familiar style of the same kind,
The sense of smell, and even the deep intuition, can allow them to detect the target's movements within a period of time, and then find seemingly impossible second tracking opportunities.
But now, I have completely lost track of him.
In addition, he was followed. Half a street away, a number of police cars with blaring sirens were driving towards them crazily. Fuma Musashi did not turn around to look at him. He picked up his vibrating phone and called out impatiently.
Said: "Hey (fourth tone), I have something to say, I'm very busy!"
"Musashi, the secretary knew about your private trip to South Korea and has contacted me. Well, I guess you will receive a notification from the secretary after this phone call is made."
Touching his forehead, "...can you give me some good news?"
"Haha, you sound like you're not going well. Are you late? Still haven't found anyone?"
"As soon as I arrived, he sniped and killed someone in front of me and ran away..."
"Oh? You've become weaker, Musashi..."
"Fart, the old Sonata is chasing a Mercedes-Benz, or is it a modified Mercedes-Benz? Come and see...Fake! The car is broken!" He kicked the tire of the taxi again, looking very angry.
"I won't give him a chance to get in the car... Just withdraw. Since you've exposed yourself, the other party won't come out again in a short time. Oh, there's no need to take action again, Banshanjin is already finished... Well, don't
Forgot to bring me some specialties, goodbye."
Fuma Musashi put down the phone expressionlessly, let go, and crushed it with his foot. Under the sound of emergency braking and shouts of "Don't move," he didn't even look back. He raised his middle finger with his backhand, and instantly ran into the sidewalk and disappeared.
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Evening, apartment.
"I'm back!"
Amidst the cheers, while taking off his shoes at the entrance to the entrance, Yin Zhuxian raised his head and looked in the direction of the balcony chair as usual. There was nothing there, "Hey, people, come out quickly. Did you see my performance on the stage today? Haha, everyone.
Praise me..."
The arrogant laughter gradually became fainter, and there was no response from her ears. She paused in changing her shoes. Yin Zhuxian turned to look at the empty hall and kitchen, her expression startled, and then she thought of something and the smile on her face became even more reluctant, "Ha...
...Hehe... Come out, I brought you a gift..."
There was still no response from the empty room. He stood up without changing his slippers, and ran barefoot to the hall balcony like a gust of wind. The sofa pillows, tables, chairs, and tea trays were neatly arranged, and the potted plants were watered, but a few items were missing.
Things, a laptop, a water glass from the cafe, and a person lying here...
His body shook, and a gift bag containing a white shirt fell on the coffee table. He suddenly turned around and ran away, looking at the kitchen, bathroom, utility room, and even every room on the second floor that the person had never entered before.
After being pushed away, the light called hope in the pure eyes also disappeared little by little, until finally he walked down the stairs numbly and sat back on the sofa blankly. His hands on his knees were unconsciously tangled together, green and red.
Turning around, I looked at the familiar but unfamiliar empty house. It had obviously been cleaned and cleaned. The floor and tables were spotless, the plates and chopsticks were as clean as new, and the bags in the trash cans were also new. Everything looked clean and tidy.
The person who lived here a few days ago was like a virtual hallucination, with no trace of his existence.
I know you will leave, but why now...Is it so difficult to say goodbye in person...
Wow, grabbing the car keys, Yin Zhuxian stood up, pursed her lips tightly, and strode towards the door as if she had decided something, leaned down, picked up her shoes... her arms paused in the air.
Above the top of the shoe rack, there is a pair of brand new slippers with cartoon faces printed on them. They are her slippers. She has been using them for him these past few days. They were originally brand new and unused, but now they look updated. There is a new label on them.
I haven’t even taken off the slippers... Hehe, hehe, even the used slippers have been replaced with new ones...
As if all strength had been taken away in an instant, her delicate body leaned against the wall of the entrance hall, slowly, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground, burying her head, curling up her legs, hugging her knees, like an abandoned kitten.
There was a slight cry slowly echoing in the dark room, and the snowflakes fell silently outside the window, quiet and sad...