Ten minutes later, Zhou Jinru, who had just laid down, was forced to turn over and looked helplessly at the lion beside him.
The lion said dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you?"
"I want to ask you this question, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Jinru grabbed his belt and complained: "Why did you reach out and touch my belt?!"
Wei Na was surprised: "Are you used to sleeping with your clothes on?"
"No, that's not what I meant!"
What Zhou Jinru was worried about wasn't taking off his clothes at all, but that Wei Na's attack was more rapid than before.
"Let me explain in advance, when we enter the melodrama, nothing can be done. You and I don't know each other at all. You are the royal family of Victoria, and I am just the valet of the Shivaash family. The class gap is too big. What can you do? Say it now.”
"have."
Weina exerted strength on her waist, sat up from the bed, and crossed her legs: "I'll tell you a secret. If you go to me with this secret, I will definitely receive you. By the way, I should appear at the Silent Church. As for Whatever excuses you make up, this is what you are good at, I don’t need to say more.”
This method was familiar to Zhou Jinru. When Wei Na said something about making up excuses later, he just listened and didn't take it seriously.
The lion flipped his wrist, and a rivet appeared in his palm. Due to long-term friction, the hard edges were worn smooth.
"You remember its shape and the letters engraved on the inside. Only I know these. I have the same thing in the sitcom. If you tell these secrets, it is enough to gain my trust. The rest, you see Let’s do it.”
Zhou Jinru picked up the rivet in Wei Na's palm, weighed it, and asked: "Then what is the purpose of entering the sitcom with me? You can't move freely there."
"Purpose?"
The corners of Wei Na's mouth turned up slightly: "I won't tell you."
If you don't tell, don't tell. Zhou Jinru didn't ask any questions. After returning the rivet to Wei Na, he lay down again and whispered: "You are not allowed to touch my belt buckle again, or I will change rooms tonight."
"snort."
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I don't know how much time passed, but Zhou Jinru was shaken awake. He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that it was already daytime. Thick clouds were suspended in the sky, and the sunlight could not reach the ground. The cold wind blew on his body and penetrated firmly into his clothes. It's freezing cold inside.
He had already entered the performance site, but unlike the previous times, he didn't get any prompts, not even the performance instructions.
After taking a look at the road sign not far away, he was sitting on a carriage, located on the edge of the East District, with the central city behind him. It was obvious that he came here for a purpose.
"Sir! Sir!"
The person who woke him up was the carriage driver, a middle-aged man wearing thick overalls. He had a pair of anxious eyes in the deep-set eye sockets. There were wrinkles on his face and he could not hide his fatigue.
"Here's your fare, and tip."
Zhou Jinru took out his wallet, took out a one-shilling note and handed it to him, which was more than enough to pay the fare.
He grabbed the cane leaning against the inside of the carriage, listened to the coachman's thanks in his ears, and suddenly asked, "How did you know I was asleep?"
In fact, out of courtesy and to avoid trouble, the coachman should knock on the carriage door to wake the sleeping passengers, but should not shake them.
"Sir, this is your order."
The driver was a little uneasy. If he was complained, he might face a heavy penalty.
I'm not lying. It seems that it was indeed "I" who ordered it. The world of sitcoms is a bit strange. Even if I am not "online", it will run by itself. Is there really such a magical technology? Can it support multi-player "online" play and generate many plots?
Zhou Jinru did not embarrass the coachman and turned towards the police station of Dongda District. The only place he could go was there. He was not going to surrender, let alone cause trouble. There were his old friends in the police station.
They should not be old friends, otherwise they would be beaten by Sir Chen. The two of them took wedding photos. This is not something that ordinary friends can achieve. Superintendent Chen looks very cold. I am afraid that he has already thought about the name of the child. .
After walking for a while, Zhou Jinru stood outside the door of the police station and reached out to push the door open. However, a hand came out from behind and pushed the door open before him. A tall figure stood beside him.
"Zhou, what a coincidence?" Xingxiong, who was wearing a small dress, was holding a wrapped gift, "Then let's go together."
Zhou Jinru stood still and said, "Madam, please go first."
"Ha, no one here ever treats me as a lady."
Xingxiong laughed and did not refuse Zhou Jinru's kindness. He walked in first. Her arrival immediately attracted the attention of the office staff in the police station.
After all, Xing Xiong’s identity is the top thug of the local underground forces, and he is the number one person on the police station’s list. It is normal for his sudden visit to attract attention... Zhou Jinru felt that he might have been taken into the ditch by Xing Xiong. They were not People all the way, the results appear at the same time twice in a row, even if it is a coincidence, no one may believe it.
"Everyone, don't be nervous. I just gave Miss Chen a gift. She definitely didn't tell you that today is her birthday."
Xingxiong raised her hands, still holding the gift, and her words caused the staff present to whisper.
"Is today Chief Chen's birthday?"
"She never said it, not even in the file. It can't be true."
"I think it's very possible that Chief Chen's fiancé is here too."
Soon someone turned their attention to Zhou Jinru who was standing at the door. He was dumbfounded at the time and thought to himself that Chen Sir's birthday is not today. Is it something derived from a sitcom, or is Xing Xiong tricking the people in this room?
Just as everyone was whispering, the closed door of the police station chief's office opened. Chen, wearing a neat police station uniform, stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, staring straight at Xing Xiong with a pair of sharp eyes: " Ms. Xingxiong, have you made a mistake? Today is not my birthday. You should find someone willing to accept this gift."
"Really, today is not your birthday?"
Xingxiong showed a surprised expression, and then suddenly realized: "So that's it. It seems that I remembered it wrong, but this birthday gift is indeed prepared for you. I heard that you like to eat fruit cake, so I went to queue for two. The team lasted for an hour, you see..."
Chen's expression was not very good, and he stressed: "Our relationship doesn't look very good, right? You will be your white glove, and I will be my superintendent. When will the mouse celebrate the cat's birthday?"
"Wow, it really makes me sad when you say that."
Xingxiong showed a disappointed expression and handed the cake box to Zhou Jinru beside him: "Excuse me, please help me get it."
She quickly turned around and ran out of the police station and did not come back.
A few minutes later, Zhou Jinru walked into Sir Chen's office and immediately saw an ashtray beside her desk, with a half-burned lady's cigarette pressed in it.
"Smoking is harmful to health."
Chen glanced at him: "I hope I can live until the day tobacco can hurt me."
Seeing that Zhou Jinru's expression was not very good, the head of the police station crossed his arms uneasily: "I will pay attention to it. I have been under a lot of pressure recently."
Zhou Jinru didn't say anything. He placed the cake sent by Xingxiong on her table, pulled up a chair and sat down. He noticed that there was an extra photo frame next to the documents piled in the corner of the desk.
"You want to see?"
Chen pretended to be indifferent and turned the frame over. Inside was a photo of a girl in a white wedding dress leaning next to her fiancé, her blushing cheeks filled with a happy smile.
"I……"
"It has nothing to do with you, I just think it looks pretty, really."
She held on to her strength and said what she didn't mean.
Why do I feel heartache in sitcoms?
Zhou Jinru took a deep breath. He found that he could no longer play the role. The girl in front of him was strong and shouldered the responsibility. How should he answer the sparkle in her eyes?
"Maybe you're right, smoking is really bad. I heard my friends who work in the hospital say that you shouldn't smoke when you're preparing for pregnancy or already have a child, but when I think about it, I'm still far away from it... Oh, what the hell do I think? What are you talking about?"
Chen Qiang resisted the urge to cover his face with his hands, kept a straight face, and tried to find his rhythm: "Okay, let's get down to business. Last time you said you wanted information about survivors who lost their families in the fire, I compiled some. There are only six survivors in Londinium today, and they are all here.”
Zhou Jinru took it over and took a look. All six of them seemed to be in the East District. After the fire, they had no chance to change their fate in the two years, but the East District was always a decent civilian area, not a chaotic one. It's not too difficult to live a good life in the slums.
"Thanks."
"Go on your own, I don't have time."
Chen pointed to the unresolved file.
Zhou Jinru stood up and when he walked to the door, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you have time in the evening?"
"I don't know. If I can solve these problems, I should. Don't have high hopes."
The moment he walked out of the police station, Zhou Jinru couldn't help laughing, but the laughter was extremely bitter. He looked at the clouds in the sky, and it took a long time before he took a step.
"I'm really not a scumbag, why..."
The howling wind seemed to laugh at his mumblings.
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Old John was a factory worker. During his ten-minute break every afternoon, he would squat in the corner of the factory site and smoke a cigarette happily. The pungent smoke of inferior cigarettes would be sucked into his lungs, and he would puff out the smoke. , he couldn't help but recall the life two years ago, which was the day he missed the most in his life.
At that time, he had a happy family, a lovely wife, and a four-year-old son. Every day was so happy. His wife would prepare dinner and wait for her husband to get off work, and his son would wait at the door for his father to come back. .
When the smoke dissipated, the nostalgia in old John's eyes disappeared little by little. His happiness came to an abrupt end two years ago. In a fire, he lost his house, savings, family, and everything.
"John! John!"
Suddenly, he heard the leader of the workshop team calling his name. There were many Johns, Charlies and Henrys in this workshop, but he was the only one resting at this time.
"Here you go, I'm already resting!"
John didn't dare to stay, so he turned around and walked back. To his surprise, the group leader was not particularly anxious, and he also brought someone with him. He was a man wearing a long black windbreaker, holding a cane in his hand, and seemed to be a professional He came to find him, but he didn't know this young man.
Is the tired middle-aged man in front of me really the John mentioned in the file?
For a moment, Zhou Jinru thought he had found the wrong person. He carefully compared the black and white photos and found that they were basically correct, but John was older now. 12 hours of physical labor a day was destroying the man's health and he was constantly tired. The accumulation and high-intensity labor left him no time to breathe, let alone rest.
Two hundred years ago, there was no social security system in the world of Terra. Even the mobile city era two hundred years later is not perfect. The man named John in front of him can only work non-stop and earn money from factory owners. It was a pitiful amount of money because he had a mentally disturbed wife and a severely burned son who needed food and housing.
The fire two years ago destroyed his family and changed his destiny. He was originally a person who lived a pretty good life until he was knocked down a class.
"gentlemen?"
"Hello."
Zhou Jinru didn't pay attention to John's confused look, and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, which made John feel familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He wanted to reach out to hold the right hand, but he felt in a daze and did not act.
"John!"
The workshop team leader urged, and John reacted. He reached out and wiped it on his old work clothes, quickly held Zhou Jinru's right hand, and immediately released it, not daring to stop for a moment.
"My master is the patriarch of the Shivaash family. He is a key member of the Londinium Disaster Response Foundation. We found your name when we checked the list of survivors of the fire two years ago."
Zhou Jinru specifically asked the organization that erected the stone tablet, and when he learned that Yin Hui was also one of the founders, he already had an idea in his mind.
John hesitated: "What do you mean?"
Two years ago, he did receive an aid from the foundation, but facing the high medical expenses, it was just a drop in the bucket.
“The foundation is drawing up a list to count those in need and provide certain help.
John listened to what Zhou Jinru said and saw the document in his hand. His eyes lit up, and even his fatigue was swept away. With help from the foundation, their family's life should be easier, even just a little. Better than nothing.
He quickly signed the list and thanked him repeatedly. Even the workshop team leader marveled at the foundation's humanitarian spirit.
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"You don't have to help them."
Zhou Jinru was sorting out four registration forms. He found that these survivors all needed help to a greater or lesser extent. The fire brought too much pain and sadness.
Suddenly, a man's deep voice came to his ears.
Zhou Jinru looked around and found nothing.
"Stop looking, I'm..."
"lighthouse."
A burst of bright light drowned out the noise in his ears.
