East Capital TV Station Studio One.
Dazzling lights, exciting music, deafening cheers.
In the center of the stage, Cheng Jiashu, dressed in fashionable costumes, was passionately performing a song and dance with a strong sense of rhythm together with a team of backup dancers.
Every move he made was full of power and beauty, and his high-pitched and magnetic singing voice instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the fans in the audience.
Glow Stick gathered into a colorful Ocean, and screams and cheers came and went, almost overturning the roof of the entire studio hall.
The dance music suddenly stopped at the last strong note.
Cheng Jiashu stood in the center of the stage, panting slightly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but a bright smile on his face.
He opened his arms and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the applause like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Under the spotlight, his chiseled face looked particularly handsome, with sweat dripping down his jawline, giving him a hint of sexy wildness.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, with stars twinkling in his eyes, and bowed deeply to the audience to thank him.
"Thank you everyone! Thank you!"
The fans' shouts were like a wave, even more enthusiastic than before, and they continued for a long time.
"Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu!"
Amid the deafening shouts, he smiled and waved.
Host also walked onto the stage with a smile:
"Thank you Jiashu for bringing us such a wonderful performance! Also thank you for the scene and all the viewers who watched the live broadcast! See you next time..."
Amid thunderous applause, Cheng Jiashu turned around and walked off the stage, returning to the exclusive dressing room backstage.
Not long after I sat down, the dressing room door was pushed open.
Agent Zhang Hui walked in in high heels, with a smile and excitement on his face.
"Jia Shu, your performance tonight is great! The atmosphere in the audience is about to explode. Just now the director said that the ratings have soared a lot!"
Zhang Hui said while placing the laptop and a paper itinerary on the dressing table.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. According to the old rules, you have a day off."
"The schedule for next week is all here. There is a fashion magazine cover shoot on Monday, a charity dinner to attend on Wednesday, and an important commercial brand endorsement conference on Friday. Take a look, I have marked all the details."
Cheng Jiashu took the printed itinerary but did not check it immediately.
I just leaned a little tiredly on the back of the large makeup chair and rubbed my eyebrows.
"Sister Hui, I feel a little tired recently and want to rest for a few more days."
His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had been too involved in the performance just now.
Zhang Hui Hearing this, the smile on his face froze slightly, and then he walked to him with concern, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.
"Are you feeling unwell? Your schedule has indeed been too full recently. I was negligent."
Her tone was much gentler, and her eyes showed a bit of worry.
"Well, let's keep the charity dinner next week for now, just go through the motions."
"As for magazine shoots and commercial press conferences, I will communicate with them to see if they can be postponed. I will cancel all other small announcements and interviews."
"You should rest well at home and adjust your condition. Your health is the most important thing."
Zhang Hui said quickly, showing Top Agent's capable and decisive side.
Cheng Jiashu said "Hmm" softly. Just when he was about to say something else, his head suddenly felt swollen.
Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous buzzing Crying Sound in my ears, as if countless bees were flapping their wings.
The noisy sound is like a torrent, surrounding the body in all directions.
A vague image, accompanied by a strange calling, suddenly appeared in the depths of his mind.
Cheng Jiashu's face changed slightly, and he suddenly covered his forehead, his fingers deeply embedded in his hair.
"Jiashu? What's wrong with you?" Zhang Hui immediately noticed something was wrong with him and asked nervously.
She quickly walked to her handbag, dug out a Small White Medicine Bottle, poured out two pills and handed them to Cheng Jiashu, and unscrewed a bottle of Mineral Water.
There are clear words printed on the label of the medicine bottle - "Risperidone Tablets".
"Did you relapse into your old habit? Take the medicine quickly."
Cheng Jiashu took the medicine and without hesitation, swallowed it with water, and his Adam's apple rolled.
The pill slides down the throat with a hint of bitterness.
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the confusion in his mind.
After a while, the strong dizziness and ear Crying Sound finally eased somewhat.
At least the vague calling disappeared for the time being.
Cheng Jiashu took a breath and looked at himself in Mirror in front of him involuntarily.
The face in the mirror has a slightly pale complexion, but is still handsome and radiant. He is the perfect idol that countless fans are crazy about.
But only he himself knew what kind of ferocious appearance and indescribable restlessness was hidden under that bright appearance.
"It's okay, Sister Hui. Maybe I'm too tired recently. Just take a rest."
Cheng Jiashu forced a smile and said to Zhang Hui:
"I want to go back and rest early. There will be no dinner party tonight. I will drive back by myself. You don't have to follow me. You can get off work early."
Zhang Hui looked at his face, although he was a little worried, he still nodded:
"Then please be careful on the road and send me a message when you get home. Car Key is in your coat pocket."
"Got it."
Cheng Jiashu stood up and took off his performance clothes, picked up the jacket hanging on the back of the chair and put it on, then put on Duckbill Cap, and simply packed up his belongings.
After saying goodbye to Zhang Hui and his assistant, he did not take the VIP channel commonly used by celebrities, but left quietly through the staff channel.
I nodded to the Television Station staff I met occasionally along the way and went down to the slightly dimly lit underground garage.
After finding his black car Porsche Panamera, Cheng Jiashu did not get in the car immediately.
He first took out a metal instrument the size of a matchbox from his pocket and carefully scanned the interior and bottom of the car.
The indicator light on the instrument always remained green and no alarm was issued.
After confirming that there were no bugs or tracking devices, he opened the door, got in, and started the car.
Engine let out a low roar, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the underground garage and merged into the noisy traffic flow of the city at night.
The night view of Dongdu City is as bustling and confusing as ever.
Thin raindrops began to fall again at some point, hitting the windshield Glass.
It was swept away by the wiper again and again, leaving streaks of water, making the Neon Lights light outside the window blurry, like an impressionist oil painting.
Cheng Jiashu held the steering wheel with one hand and gently rubbed his temple with the other hand.
In the past month, he has always felt that there were some unexplainable abnormalities happening around him.
The feeling of being spied on is always with me, whether at work or in private.
The other party's methods were extremely clever and professional. He used his own abilities to conduct reverse investigations, but could not find any clues.
If not for two weeks ago, when he went to Suburbs, the Orphanage that he had long-term funded, he finally discovered the stalker disguised as an ordinary tourist.
I'm afraid that when disaster strikes, I may not even be able to find the enemy.
Cheng Jiashu took the stalker to a secret base on the beach and tried to pry his mouth open.
However, that man had extremely hard bones and refused to reveal his origins and purpose no matter how tortured he was.
Finally, when Cheng Jiashu was not paying attention, the man bit out the Micro Poison Pill hidden in his teeth and committed suicide.
The thread ends here.
After experiencing this incident, Cheng Jiashu's vigilance was raised to the highest level.
He vaguely guessed that he should be targeted by some organizational force.
First, based on the other party's behavior style, rule out Official Organization Special Search Team.
Secondly, it doesn't look like a gang force from outside, it should be a Large Organization that is deeply rooted in Eastern Capital.
After the other party lost a member, its whereabouts became more bizarre and unpredictable, and it seemed that they had disappeared.
They have either temporarily lifted the monitoring of themselves, or they are secretly accumulating strength and waiting for the next truly fatal action.
In order to avoid exposing his secrets, Cheng Jiashu even had to temporarily stop his periodic "Hunting" behavior recently.
This also caused the killing desire in his heart to become somewhat uncontrollable, like Volcano about to erupt, making him often feel irritable and irritable.
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While his thoughts were in turmoil, Cheng Jiashu was slightly distracted when a group of swaying young people suddenly appeared at the intersection in front of him.
He slammed on the brakes, making a screeching sound from the tires on the slippery road.
The car stopped in front of the group of people in time, less than two meters away.
The group of young men looked like typical street gangsters, with colorfully dyed hair, baggy clothes and looming tattoos on their arms.
They were startled by the sudden sudden braking. After they reacted, they immediately gathered around them with curses and slapped the Engine cover of the Cheng Jiashu car under the influence of alcohol.
"Fuck! Why are you driving? You want to kill someone!"
"Isn't it amazing to drive a good car? Are your eyes growing on your butt?"
"Come down! Come down here! If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think about leaving today!"
Cheng Jiashu frowned, forcing down the irritability and Killing Intent that surged in his heart.
He didn't want to cause trouble in a place like this and expose his identity.
So he lowered the window and said as calmly as possible:
"Sorry, everyone, I was distracted and didn't notice you. Do I need to compensate?"
"Compensation? That's easy to say! I and my brothers were frightened, how do we calculate this Emotional Distress Compensation?"
A Huang Mao gangster spoke carelessly, his tone full of blackmail.
Then he walked to the car window and reached out to grab Cheng Jiashu's collar.
Cheng Jiashu's eyes turned cold, and he tilted his body slightly to avoid the opponent's hand. At the same time, he clasped Huang Mao's wrist with his backhand. The strength of his fingertips made the opponent scream in pain.
"Brother Jun!"
At this time, another relatively strong gangster quickly stepped forward to break up the fight.
"Dongzi, let me go, I have to teach this Little White face a lesson today!"
When several other gangsters saw this, they also surrounded him one after another, crowding the car windows and shouting in all directions.
In the process of pulling and pulling, Huang Mao quickly stuffed something into Cheng Jiashu's hand with an extremely concealed movement.
The moment Cheng Jiashu's fingers touched something, he was slightly startled.
At a glance, he saw a folded piece of paper.
He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at that Huang Mao.
I saw that the other party's eyes at this moment were no longer frivolous and greedy, but instead had a hint of solemnity.
Cheng Jiashu's heart moved, and he quietly clutched the note in his hand.
He glanced at the passers-by who started to gather around and pointed, then took out a few bills of the largest denomination from Wallet and handed them out:
"Is this enough? Let me treat you all to a drink to calm your nerves."
When the gangsters saw this, they immediately smiled, grabbed the money, and got out of the way while swearing.
Cheng Jiashu raised the window, restarted the car, and slowly drove away from the scene amidst the noisy horns.
In the congested traffic behind, there was a black ordinary car.
The man in the driver's seat is picking up Walkie-Talkie and whispering:
"Eagle called Command Center. The target just had a minor traffic accident in East Mountain Road and had an altercation with a group of street gangsters. It is initially determined that it was an accident. The gangsters are all ordinary people and there is nothing suspicious. Over."
A few seconds later, a steady voice came from the other end of Walkie-Talkie:
"Received, continue to maintain surveillance distance and do not alert the target. No accidents must occur before Saturday Operation, over."
"Understood, done."
The man put down Walkie-Talkie, looked at the direction where Cheng Jiashu's vehicle disappeared, then started the car and followed it leisurely.
As they passed the group of gangsters, they stood alone on the street, excitedly counting the banknotes they had just received.
"Damn it, if I had known that the Porsche guy was so rich, I should have ordered more just now! That guy looks like a Tender Skin and Tender Flesh guy, he must be a soft persimmon!"
Huang Mao, who had the most arrogant attitude before, did not participate in the commotion of money sharing. He just stood aside with his eyes a little wandering.
At this time, a very clear voice sounded in his mind:
"Thank you for your hard work, handsome."
Huang Mao's body trembled slightly, a hint of flattery flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly covered it up.
A gangster next to him nudged him with his elbow. "What's wrong, Brother Jun, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about that girl just now?"
Huang Mao came back to his senses and replied nonchalantly, "That kid just now looks a bit familiar to me. It seems... he seems to be a star?"
"Star?"
Several other gangsters were stunned when they heard this, and then suddenly realized.
"Fuck! No wonder you're so easy to talk to. It's a loss. If I had known, I should have cheated more!"
Huang Mao smiled and looked at the strong man named "Dongzi" with a tacit understanding.
Everyone started chattering again and discussing where to go to have fun next.
At the same time, the top of a nearby Skyscrapers.
A figure stood quietly, his feet on the edge of the rooftop.
Let the cool, damp wind at night blow the hem of his clothes, making a hunting sound, but his figure remains motionless as if rooted in it.
He slowly opened his eyes, overlooking the night view of the city below that was as bright as a star river.
Traffic is flowing, and Neon Lights flashes.
Fang Cheng The corner of his mouth raised a faint arc.
His consciousness had just quietly withdrawn from the gangster who handed the note to Cheng Jiashu.
That Huang Mao is the most trusted brother of Ma Donghe, played by Chen Yingjun.
For this mission, Fang Cheng contacted him through Ma Donghe.
After handing over the tasks, while the two parties were still meeting, they established a preliminary Mental Link so that precise instructions could be conveyed.
As for that group of gangsters, most of them were Street Louts who were specially found by Chen Yingjun from other Gang and who didn't know the truth.
The purpose is to make this "accident" appear more realistic without leaving any flaws.