My Healing Game Chapter 408

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"At eight o'clock in the evening, time is a bit tight, I will try my best to participate."

Han Fei doesn't care who is coming, what he thinks is that as long as he doesn't disturb himself playing games.

"Then I take you to agree?" Director Zhang's assistant heaved a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Han Fei would refuse.

This young actor is good everywhere, but he is different from normal actors. Other actors are eager to walk the red carpet every day and attend events to increase their exposure. He is good, except for filming to help the police solve the case.

If he used to live to make ends meet and was forced by life to detect murders, then Assistant Zhang felt that Han Fei nowadays was only interested in doing justice.

In fact, it's not just him, other staff on the shooting scene also think so.

"Teacher Han, I have reported your information. Have you considered joining any company lately?" Assistant Director Zhang approached Han Fei: "If you don't have one, don't worry. After you win the prize, your value will definitely skyrocket. ."

"I have no plans to join the company. I am an actor only because I can only act."

"Those criminals caught by you don't think so." Assistant Zhang Dao accidentally said what was in his heart, and quickly changed the topic: "Before the event, I will notify you again. Dao Zhang knows that you don't have an agent. So you can contact me directly if you have any questions."

After speaking, he trot and left. It seemed that after staying with Han Fei for a long time, his soul would be sucked away: "I am obviously much older than him, but when I talk to him, I always panic. To say that I have seen a lot of first-line stars before, their temperament seems to be completely different from Han Fei."

Looking at Assistant Zhang's back, Han Fei shook his head: "Why did this big brother tell his heart again? Is it that I have such a deterrent in the eyes of the staff? Or is it some of the talents I gained in the game? , Faintly affecting the people around you?"

Returning to the old city by car, Han Fei tried to use his talents and abilities in the game on the road, but unfortunately it only attracted the attention of passers-by of kind care.

Before entering the community, Han Fei saw a face that he least wanted to see. The leader of his former company ran over with Ah Cheng again.

"You have never finished? Are you here for three visits to the thatched cottage?" Han Fei spoke very rudely, he didn't have any good feelings for that leader.

"Han Fei, don't think that after filming with Director Zhang, you have the confidence to follow us like this..." Before Acheng finished speaking, Han Fei had already walked past him.

"You!" Han Fei's attitude made Acheng very upset. The better Han Fei is now, the more jealous he is in his heart. He felt that all of this should belong to him. If Han Fei hadn't robbed his protagonist, the person who followed Director Zhang must be him, and the artist who was scrambled by major companies must also be him.

Anger surged to his head, he grabbed Han Fei's shoulder, but when his palm was about to fall to Han Fei's left shoulder, his wrist and palm were directly grasped by Han Fei.

The second came first, Han Fei's hands were like iron tongs, and Ah Cheng couldn't even move.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts! Let go! Let go!" A Cheng grinned, his other hand trying to grab Han Fei's face.

Han Fei withdrew a small step, and then pulled hard, and A Cheng, who lost his balance, fell to his knees.

"Your mouth should be half as clean as your clothes, so you won't be slapped down today." Han Fei grabbed the crying Acheng, turned his head and gave the leader a cold look: "I hope you can figure it out. One thing, it's not that you are giving me a chance, but I'm giving you a chance."

After speaking, he threw Ah Cheng on the ground: "The hands are well maintained. Remember to take care of your mouth later."

Leaving in a big step, Han Fei didn't want to affect his mood of playing games because of these little vulgarities.

"Slot! How dare to be an actor in the street! I have more than one million fans! Han Fei! This is not over!" After Han Fei walked away, Ah Cheng got up from the ground and shouted several times into the corridor. .

"Okay, it seems that he really doesn't want to cooperate with us." The leader returned to the car, his eyes gloomy.

"I really don't understand why you have to come to him. That person has something to do with the murderer and will get into big trouble sooner or later!" A Cheng stood outside the car, clutching his hand, and the place where Han Fei had grasped was already purple. NS.

"It will be the film festival soon. As long as there is an actor in the company who can compete for awards, I will not come to him." The man raised the temperature in the car: "Drive! A group of muddy guys who can't support the wall, it's useless to spend money. , And it's really troublesome for me."

Before Acheng got in the car, the man directly asked the driver to leave in the car. He was sitting in the car without looking back, without even looking at Ah Cheng who was still standing still stupidly.

"If you don't want to help me, don't think about it. It's easier to destroy a person than to cultivate one."

The man took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "I heard that Director Zhang's "Suspense Novelist" is about to be finished. When they started to promote, you played the victim's family and started targeting Han Fei in all aspects. I can force the crew of "Mystery Novelist" to delete Han Fei's role. Anyway, I heard that he is just a minor supporting role."

"Don't worry, we have arranged it. This time it is definitely a fatal blow! He will never be able to mix in the entertainment group!" A sharp man's voice came from the phone: "Right, the big boss recently It was very angry there. The initial layout of the company in "Perfect Life" seemed to be overwhelmed. Now he seems to want you to go back to host the work there."

"What does it mean to have it in one pot? Isn't "Perfect Life" a healing game?"

"Last night our two head accounts were maliciously killed. We still don't know how the other party killed the person. After dawn, we contacted other studios to investigate the murderer, and the murderer appeared again. Now, he killed all our seed accounts with talent!" The thin male voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Did you offend anyone?"

"How can you offend people without going out in Novice Village? Now everyone is racing against time to upgrade and develop, but we were caught by this perverted murderer."

"After the film festival ends, I will return to the head office. You can find the murderer yourself first." The man looked at the icon on his sleeve. The head office is a large entertainment company involving all aspects of the industry. Film and television is just one of them.

The vehicle drove directly back to Smart City. The man walked out of the underground garage of his own community. While waiting for the elevator, a painter stopped beside him, seemingly also waiting for the elevator.

"It's really bad."

Taking out the silk scarf from his pocket, the man covered his nose and mouth and walked a few steps aside.

Soon the elevator arrived, and the worker carrying a bucket of red paint entered the elevator car.

The man frowned and hesitated for a while before he reluctantly entered the elevator.

After the elevator started, the man straightened his collar to the bright elevator door, completely ignoring the painter standing in the corner.

"Are you Mr. Butterfly who lives in Garden No. 24?"

A voice came from behind the man, and the painter suddenly spoke and said something inexplicable.

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid gas, the man didn't bother to take care of the painter. He just felt that the other person had entered the elevator, making the entire elevator smell of paint.

"May I ask you are……"

"The wrong person!" The man waved his hand impatiently. He covered his nose, frowned and glanced at the painter: "Are you new here? Who asked you to bring the paint into the elevator! It's getting worse and worse." Literally!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it's the first time I have come to this relatively high-end community, and I don't understand the rules." The painter apologized again and again, and his attitude can even be described as humble.

The man seemed to feel that he couldn't care about this kind of person. He turned his head again, and inadvertently scanned the elevator screen. The numbers on it made him stunned.

"Twenty-four floors?"

The elevator in Wisdom City is indeed very fast, but he feels that he just spoke a few words to the painter after entering the elevator, and his house is not on the twenty-fourth floor.

The elevator door opened like a mirror, and there is a corridor on the twenty-fourth floor outside. The man has never passed this level in the future. He looked at the empty corridor, and he couldn't turn his mind for a while.

Is the painter coming to this floor?

Instead of going out, he pressed the floor he was going to, and then looked back at the painter.

As he looked back, he passed the bright and smooth elevator car wall and saw the painter in the corner staring at him.

For no reason, the painter stared straight at his back.

Goose bumps appeared on the back of the man's neck, but he didn't think too much. The people who can enter the community are all people who have undergone multiple inspections by the brain, and the citizen information is rated above B in all aspects.

"Are you going to get under this floor?" The man let go.

The painter shook his head: "I thought you were going to be under this floor."

"Me?" The man's mind was all about the company, and he didn't feel right now.

It is a pity that the elevator doors have been closed at this time. All elevators in the high-end residential area of ​​Smart City are all automatic face recognition. After the owner enters the elevator, if there is no voice request or manual button, it will automatically send the owner to the floor where their room is located, if there are too many people. When the time comes, it will reasonably arrange the most efficient delivery plan.

The elevator started again, and the man slowly realized that the painter beside him was not right. His posture has not changed since he entered the elevator. He has been standing in the same position. Apart from the strong paint smell, there seems to be a smell on his body. , Just like something rotted.

Looking around, the man also saw the half-broken string at the painter's ankle.

The material of the rope is old, and it doesn't match the painter's clothes at all.

"This is your first time here?"

"Yep."

"Where did you work before?"

"I helped my relatives in a plastic surgery hospital, and they killed them and the hospital closed down." The painter spoke normally, but in the closed elevator, the man always felt groggy when he heard the painter's words.

He decisively stopped the conversation, and the elevator quickly stopped.

There was no problem with the elevator this time, and it stopped on the seventeenth floor, where the man lived.

Looking at the corridor outside, the man immediately walked out.

When the elevator door closed, he quietly glanced into the elevator again. The painter was still staring at him, and there seemed to be hair-like things in the paint bucket he was holding.

"Am I wrong?" The man walked to his door, and when he was about to open the door, he noticed the abnormality again.

A medical disposable shoe cover was thrown in front of the door of his house. The shoe cover looked very dirty and seemed to have been used for a long time.

"What are these things?" The man kicked the shoe cover aside, and when the shoe cover rolled, a child's shoe fell out of it.

The shoes are small, pure white, and I have been staring at them for a long time, and I feel very uncomfortable.

"Since I met that Han Fei, I didn't seem to have anything that went well."

He stopped worrying about the shoe covers. After unlocking the lock with a password, he was about to enter the house when he heard a sound, and the elevator door that had been closed seemed to open again.

Not daring to think about it, the man immediately entered his house.

"Why do you get off work so late every day? Did you go home with your back to find your wife again?" A delicate voice came from the living room, and a woman walked over in her pajamas.

"Something went wrong." The man took off his coat stained with paint and went straight into the bathroom.

"What's your attitude? Don't I even have the qualifications to ask you?" The woman picked up the coat on the ground and chased into the bathroom.

The man rinsed his face with warm water. When he looked up in the mirror, he suddenly found that his young and glamorous girlfriend's face was covered with stitches and pinholes that were constantly expanding.

"Boom!"

Without supporting his body with his hands, he almost fell to the ground.

The woman was holding her coat with surprise and doubt on her face: "What are you going crazy?"

Turning around, when the man looked at his girlfriend's face, he found that she was still as beautiful as before, her skin was breakable, and her facial features were exquisite, just like a Barbie doll.

"It's okay, it's okay, I may have been too tired recently." The man waved his hands and shut himself into the study alone.

"I'm still asking you!" The woman knocked on the study door for a long time, and the man didn't open it. She threw the man's jacket on the ground angrily.

With a soft sound, the woman found that a child's shoe had fallen out of the man's coat pocket. The shoe was pure white.

Han Fei returned to his rental house. There was still some time before twelve o'clock in the morning. He was not in a hurry to log in to the game, but first turned on his mobile phone to check the account balance.

Director Zhang worked very efficiently. After the signing of the new contract, the compensation paid was directly transferred to Han Fei's account.

Looking at Kari's numbers, Han Fei thought of the neighbors in the dead building and the happy community again. For Han Fei, they willingly risked their way through the plastic surgery hospital and entered the paradise area.

Without the help of neighbors, Han Fei would not be able to gather enough prestige in a short period of time.

"It's better to use this money to help their family, and it can be considered to increase my yin virtue."

Before the movie rewards were just released, Han Fei called the police ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to ask them to contact the families of the victims, and use the money to help the families of the victims who are really experiencing difficulties.

The police highly praised Han Fei's ideological awareness. In fact, Han Fei hurriedly broke the hundred for his own morality and upgraded the shrine, so he refused the public commendation from the police, but only told the victims' families their names. If you are in difficulty, you can contact him.

After the transfer, Han Fei turned on the computer and mobile phone to start studying.

As a professional actor, if Han Fei wants to play the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital, he will definitely improve it from all aspects.

While learning about plastic surgery, he began to search for murders related to plastic surgery.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Han Fei was surprised to discover that there used to be a very powerful plastic surgery hospital in the outer suburbs of Xinhu, but from a certain period of time, there was suddenly no information about that hospital on the Internet.

The reason why Han Fei was able to find the clues of that hospital was entirely because he used some special methods that Feng Ziyu taught him.

After in-depth search, Han Fei found that the hospital was actually funded and built by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical often went there.

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