When the elevator reached the 56th floor, it was already 3:45. For Shanxi Band and even all the artists of Mingtang Culture, they had entered a real stage of preparation for war. At this time, there is no need to think about practicing. All they have to do is to fully relax and adjust their state.
Hae-kyung drinking with a group of people may seem outrageous, but it is actually a prelude to "relaxation." It is most suitable for grassroots people from the underground circle such as Shanxi Band, and it can be said that it is well-intentioned.
However, it is not easy to eliminate the effects of drunkenness. As soon as he returned to the practice room, Haijing showed off his manager's style and ordered all members of the Shanxi Band to sleep, especially Huang Xiangdong and Ma Lou who had drunk too much.
The wine in Ma Lou was fine, but he just couldn't get up from his squatting position; Huang Xiangdong was so excited that he picked up his beloved bass and played an impromptu solo, and it was rare that he was still tuning it.
In the low voice, Haijing arranged in an orderly manner: "The wake-up time is at half past four, and there are still forty-five minutes. You are all old drunkards and you have taken medicine. There is enough time. I can play musical instruments and the like. Arrange the transfer and send it directly to the backstage. Don’t think about anything now and have a good sleep!”
Wang Mo raised his hand: "But Brother Jing, there is still someone missing!"
Haijing was stunned. Alcohol still had an effect on him, so he didn't notice that drummer Shuiyi had not returned to the band yet. He quickly reacted: "Don't worry about it, I'll contact her."
The words were said lightly, but after two calls, Shui Yi didn't answer. Now no one could calm down. If someone is missing, the show will be a mess tonight!
Huang Xiangdong, who was still drunk, slapped his string and roared: "I killed her two months ago!"
Moya kicked him against the wall.
It is said that Huang Xiangdong and Shui Jing were indeed a couple for a while, but they have now broken up. Although their band is small, there are a lot of messy things going on in it.
In the midst of the chaos, Shui Yi finally answered the third round of calls, saying that he had just come back and would be there soon. Not long after he finished speaking, the door to the practice room opened, and Shui Yi walked in. Her long hair was damp, her breath was slightly panting, and her face was bright red. Judging from the smell of her breath, she must have been drunk.
Huang Xiangdong glared at Shui Yi and wanted to say something to his ex-girlfriend, but he was also drunk and was not qualified, so he could only pluck the string in a venting manner.
The low sound of the bass once again swept through the practice room, and the next moment was taken away by Hai Jing: "Sober up, take a shower, change clothes, and go to bed. This is your current task. There is no time to delay any more, so be quick!"
Shui Yi made a "cut" sound and went to the lounge, still stumbling a little. Moya asked her: "Are you okay? There is sobering medicine here."
"Okay." Shui Yi flipped up his hair and laughed inexplicably. When he reached out to take it, he didn't catch it.
Ronan behind the door frowned: He has a poor sense of distance, emotional confusion, and signs of stimulating activity in many brain areas. Are these ladies on drugs?
Taking drugs before a performance to find excitement is a bad habit of many bands in the industry, and I don’t know how many people have been ruined by this. Shuiyi's approach is really not smart in the long run!
In any case, the matter was settled satisfactorily for the time being, and there was no need for Ronan to stay in the Shanxi Band room anymore. He said hello and went out, saying he wanted to rest for a while.
Outside the door, Gothe stood waiting in the corridor, with a cat's eye next to him. The latter had already received part of the news and laughed: "Why, are you causing trouble again?"
Ronan was too lazy to answer and asked Gao De: "Is there any news about Luo Yuan?"
Gothe shook his head: "Not yet."
Why did it suddenly disappear?
Ronan had a headache, but the three non-company personnel standing in the corridor were quite eye-catching, so Ronan took the initiative and chose a place to facilitate the discussion. It's still room 5627. He has the access code, and there is indeed no one there now.
The automatic cleaning system of Tonghui Building is still worthy of trust. After entering the house, Ronan didn't find any indescribable "clues" and the air was quite clear.
He sighed, stretched his waist, stretched his muscles, and thought about what to do next. At this time, Gaode spoke:
"We have the latest information about Luo Yuan."
"Did you find it? Where is it?"
"No, no trace of the target has been found yet, but we already have some clues about the identity."
Since Ronan's warning, the association has not stopped collecting and organizing information. And luckily, Luo Yuan doesn't look particularly low-key.
All three people can access Lingbo Network, and relevant information can be easily shared. Gaode further explained: "Luo Yuan, a wanderer in the wilderness, is a well-known gene trafficker."
The so-called gene traffickers, to put it nicely, are gene merchants. This profession collects valuable genetic samples through various means to serve various laboratories doing related topics. Their targets include relatively rare animals and plants, as well as all kinds of successful people in society, and even aberrations and people with abilities.
Maoyan smiled coldly: "Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the mouse's son can make holes. This kind of thinking is indeed popular now. Many laboratories want to make achievements on this road... As for Sunrise Industries."
Ronan was a little confused: "Since he is a gene trafficker, he must be interested in a special gene. Who is his target?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Maoyan and Gothe's gazes were projected at the same time.
"……me?"
"Are you happy? If you are short of money in the future, you can make a fortune by selling genes."
Ronan couldn't laugh or cry: "What's the point? If he is really interested in my genes, can't I just pull out a hair and give it to him? Or just spit on it? Also, you can go to the hospital!"
In today's society, genetic sampling is a physical examination item that has been practiced since childhood. Every few years, public welfare departments will go to schools and families to collect genetic samples to screen for various fatal diseases. There is also a common saying that the government does this to improve the human gene pool and strengthen its ability to control society.
In any case, the genetic information of citizens is by no means a secret to those who have the ability, so why bother to confront the Xiacheng branch.
Maoyan clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "Boss, although you are young, don't show off your ignorance as happiness, okay? Have you ever heard of extreme genes?"
"Did you make up the word?"
"I won't take the blame for the association. This concept is also very popular in the outside world. It involves the origin of the power of espers. A considerable number of people believe that the source of the power of espers lies in the strengthening of the human body's native genes by their extraordinary abilities. Transformation. For the same person, the genes before awakening and after awakening are different; similarly, the genetic structure at the peak limit state is also different from the normal state. Although this theory does not have particularly solid data support, But many people believe this... so many gene traffickers are perverts."
Ronan was a little dizzy: "Where is the logic in your words?"
Gothe next to him explained in a deep voice: "A first-class gene trafficker is also a first-class murderer. They use various means to make the target go through multiple status stages, and finally push them to the point of despair, in order to obtain the most complete Gene samples. They can treat mutants this way, and they can treat humans this way. Therefore, it is definitely not easy to be targeted by a gene trafficker."
Ronan raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Gaode further reminded: "Furthermore, judging from the existing information, the so-called gene trafficker may just be a cover for his identity. After all, his transaction records are too few, and there may be deeper secrets that have not been exposed. The association is still continuing to investigate, but some information needs to be transferred to the authority of the general association, and we are still communicating..."
The second half of the sentence was suddenly cut off. Before that, Ronan and Maoyan had already sensed that someone was coming to this room.
A few seconds later, the outer door shook, and before entering, a voice came in: "Don't worry about the rehearsal, we still have a long time to use."
"Master He, can't you wait a moment...!" The female artist rushed in with a smile, still coquettishly complaining. He didn't pay any attention to the environment in the house.
But in the empty room with an unobstructed view, it was difficult not to see the three huge figures.
After a second, the female artist stood there stunned, but He Donglou behind him obviously did not wake up in time. Seeing her pause, he hugged her waist from behind and kept moving up and down: "Oh my, I have always admired the body management of artists under Mingtang Culture... eh?"
He Donglou finally discovered what was going on in the room. He was stunned for a record-breaking five seconds. Then he smiled and said: "So you are already here. I know, first come first served. You guys take your time and play. You all understand that the taste is quite strong."
In the end, even he himself didn't know what he said, so he pulled the female artist and retreated in embarrassment.
Ronan kept staring at them, even if the door was closed, the mental induction was always locked.
The cat's eyes squinted over: "Hey, are you also interested in that woman? But her body management is really good. She has been practicing at my place all year round, and she can be ranked in the top five."
Ronan ignored the nonsense and asked, "Didn't you pay attention? That person seems to be..."
"Oh, you mean He Lanlin?"
"Really? She and Lan Lin were right here this morning."
Maoyan was not interested in discussing this topic. She interrupted Ronan: "Excellent body management does not mean that desire management is equally excellent. What's more, in this circle, the standards are also different. By the way, your standards are really conservative. . On this point, you and Captain Gao should agree."
Gothe didn't respond, as if he didn't hear anything.
Ronan curled his lips, his mental telepathy still lingering on the female artist. The clip just now gave him some vague reminders and made him think of something, but he couldn't grasp it for the time being.
what is it then?
