They Regretted it After Their Hearts Turned to Ashes - Chapter 15

…Did that viewer pay later?

Luo Zhi really couldn’t find the memory fragments this time.

He was so tired that he passed out before he could wait for an answer, and he no longer had any impression of what happened afterward.

However, judging from the plot before and after the connection, Luo Zhi should have met a person with a good heart.

The figure did not leave, nor did he treat him as a deranged patient and forcibly sent him to the hospital or police station. Instead, he took Luo Zhi to a very nice hotel, helped open a room, and let Luo Zhi sleep peacefully.

It may also be because the smell of alcohol on Luo Zhi’s body at that time made the atmosphere too real. The most reasonable guess for any normal person in that situation is probably that this person is too drunk to talk nonsense.

Luo Zhi looked at the bathrobe with the hotel’s logo printed on it. He fumbled around the neckline for a while, and found the broken glass pendant made by someone a few days ago, and held it in the palm of his hand.

It has probably been a long time since he rested so relaxedly. His mind is very clear. Although there are still large blanks in his memory, at least he is organized. Unlike a few days ago, Dazed is like walking in an endless thick fog.

There are only traces of himself in the room, and the person who brought him is not here.

None of his belongings have been taken, the guitar is reclining in the doorway, and the tripod and drawing board are in the living room. The schoolbag was hung upside down on the hanger, and the contents were spread out on the table to dry…

file holder.

There was a waterproof airtight file bag missing.

Luo Zhi stopped in front of the desk.

The file bag contained the original of the script, the copyright contract and the assignment contract he had drawn up. Luo Zhi has been carrying it with him all the time, and it has been stamped. The transferee only needs to sign the name to take effect.

After all, it is such a good script, it is a pity to delay it in his hands.

Since there was really no way to get the ticket, Luo Zhi really decided not to force it, and was going to give it to the right person, so that it could be used as it should.

…

Did he just give it away yesterday?

Luo Zhi stretched out his hand to support the edge of the table, tapped with his fingertips and could see the expensive and gentle solid wood desk, trying to piece together his own logic of action.

He sells his paintings to a single audience, at high prices, and has to say “um” to admit that he’s never done anything bad.

The other party paid the bill, so he gave out all his belongings.

Because the other party bought his painting, he felt that the audience friend had a very high taste in artistic aesthetics, so he bought one get one free, and generously gave away this script…

Luo Zhi stopped thinking and bit the tip of his tongue lightly.

Oops.

Sounds like something a little flame can do.

He raised his hand to support his forehead, and sighed in annoyance, pursing his lips and smiling quietly without noticing it.

The headache was throbbing with nerves, but it didn’t bring the usual dizziness and nausea.

Luo Zhi closed one eye, tilted his head, adjusted his breathing skillfully, and slowly rubbed his temples.

He didn’t even know if the other party was in the film and television industry, and he also felt that it would be a pity that he should be embarrassed first, regretting the impulse that was unclear in his mind last night.

But the smile just came out uncontrollably… It was like eating a candy suddenly and unexpectedly.

Would anyone really be willing to pay such an outrageous price?

Believe that he did nothing wrong.

To say “um”.

Since you paid the bill, why didn’t you take anything else with you?

Don’t see it?

The painting was also placed on the sofa and was not taken away…

Thinking of this, Luo Zhi was suddenly jolted by a certain nerve in his brain, and he took a breath like a toothache.

…he was thinking about something messed up.

It’s outrageous enough to call this thing a painting.

Luo Zhi is now clear-headed, and he can’t bear to recall his immersive painting at that time, and the unrestrained style of every stroke he made.

That is to say, the current body does not allow him to run and jump, nor does it allow him to have too many emotional fluctuations. After changing the old Luo Zhi, he would probably be able to steam from the tip of his ears all the way to his neckline and then to the base of his neck. He changed his clothes and rushed downstairs to run three laps in one breath.

Luckily it wasn’t taken away.

Luo Zhi was determined to destroy this evidence immediately.

He squatted in front of the sofa, removed the canvas from the drawing board, turned over the dry schoolbag, and stuffed the canvas into a whole bunch, preparing to find a place where no one else would dispose of it after leaving.

His physical strength is very poor now, and just after doing this, his arms are so tired that he can hardly lift them up. The strap of the schoolbag fell off between the fingers that did not exert any strength, and the schoolbag fell off the sofa, rolled around a few times, and stopped by the bed.

Luo Zhi couldn’t catch the schoolbag, and his body twisted and fell heavily.

His vision was bright and dark, and the large patches of light were like varnishes that had been spilled, scattered randomly among the blurred patches of color.

Luo Zhi closed his eyes, rested his forehead on his arm, and waited for the cold sweat caused by the heart palpitations to slowly subside.

He must save his energy, and he is in the best form he has been in for days.

Sober enough to know who he is.

As long as you concentrate and read slowly, you can even barely make out the content of the words on the hotel needs to know.

Don’t waste this time.

Luo Zhi used the root of his palm to press the position of his heart a few times, and slowly stood up at a constant speed.

He still didn’t open his eyes, stretched out his hand and groped for the position of the table in his memory a few times. After confirming that he had touched the outline of a candy, he hooked it with his fingertips and squeezed it into his palm.

The next moment, a new wave of dizziness engulfed Luo Zhi, making his arms supporting his body suddenly relieved.

But Luo Zhi was already prepared. He had a good grasp of his angle. Although he completely lost his balance, he just fell into the sofa with the sugar in his arms.

Perfect.

One hundred.

Luo Zhi fell into a bright white field of vision.

He leaned back motionless, his chest heaving up and down for a while, and when he regained his mobility a little, he raised his hand and brought the plastic wrapping paper of the candy to his mouth.

This is also an experience. When Luo Zhi once suffered from low blood sugar, his hands trembled so much that he couldn’t cooperate with tearing the wrapper of the sugar cube.

Later, he found that it was more efficient to bite and tear with his teeth, so he further optimized the process and stopped wasting time on this link.

Luo Zhi bit the plastic paper a little harder, tore open a small mouth, and slowly bit out the candy inside.

Peach flavor.

Perfection in perfection.

So happy today.

Luo Zhi sighed comfortably.

Holding the candy, he waited for the sweet peach aroma to fill his mouth completely, touched his earlobe rewardingly, and opened his eyes contentedly.

The schoolbag was quite aggrieved, and the nest fell into a limp at the foot of the bed.

Although it was just a casually bought mountaineering bag, Luo Zhi had been in trouble with it for several days after all, and he was still very happy because he apologized for the rain yesterday and the fact that he dropped it today, so he stood up and picked up the schoolbag.

When holding the strap of the schoolbag and picking it up, Luo Zhi’s movements suddenly stopped.

In the inner layer of the schoolbag, there was still a piece of cardboard.

Because the zipper was not closed, the schoolbag rolled onto the carpet, and the piece of paper also fell on the carpet.

Luo Zhi was stunned for a while before reaching out to pick it up.

It was the ticket he had always wanted to exchange with the script.

First-class VIP VIP tickets, which can even enter the captain’s room, are better than the class he wants to buy.

…

It was such a coincidence that he met a person with a good heart who happened to have an even better ticket.

Maybe not all coincidence.

Luo Zhi has been changing places for the past few days. Although there is no clear purpose in implementing the specific route, the general direction has always been to go to the seaside instinctively.

Especially the station where he painted yesterday is already the last stop on the seaside line, get on the bus until the end is the port.

Luo Zhi held the ticket and walked slowly to the window.

The hotel turned out to be so close to the sea, standing here, you can already see the sea level in the distance.

It’s a pity that the weather has not been very good during this time. The sea and the sky are a cold lead-grey, and they are connected together in the misty hookah.

Tall silhouettes of several harbour cranes stand on the edge of the outline.

The climate is not suitable for vacation, so I will stay at the hotel here at this time. If it is not for tourists waiting to get on the boat, it is likely to be a high-end sea ride with a boat here.

No matter which one it is, the chances of having a ticket in hand are not small.

As long as you understand a little bit about the situation in the film and television industry, and you can see the value of the script in his hand, most of them will be willing to exchange it with him.

Luo Zhi stood in front of the window, looked at the ticket, and reached out to touch it.

The corner of the paper stuck on the finger and suddenly bounced, and it hurt a little bit when it was cut very finely and sharply.

When he woke up and his wish was fulfilled, Luo Zhi felt that he should be happier, even happier than before.

He took the ticket and tried to mobilize his emotions, but more ideas jumped out loudly, making him wonder which one to instruct the little squirrel to eat first.

…

It turned out that the script was not generously sent out by him.

It turned out that the reward was put in the schoolbag, but he really couldn’t find this part of the memory, so he didn’t find it just now.

The other party took the script and left the ticket, but the rest of the belongings were not taken away.

It turned out that the painting was really not sold.

so far so good.

After all, he was about to destroy the canvas as soon as he killed the killer.

Luo Zhi was teased by himself and raised the corner of his mouth again, and moved his right leg, which started to become stiff again, and when it regained its flexibility, he slowly walked back to the sofa, relaxed and sat down.

He probably lost his mind for too long. He touched the phone and pressed the screen to light up, only to find that there were several missed calls on it, the most recent one was just a few seconds ago.

Luo Zhi looked at the somewhat familiar number.

He was still trying to remember who it was, and the text message from that number had popped up from the top of the phone screen.

[Luo Zhi, go home. ]

[I am Ren Chenbai. ]

…

Luo Zhi was dragged back to reality.

He frowned in confusion, looking at the two lines that could not be shorter.

At this moment, his mind is still clear, Luo Zhi just glanced at it and understood it, but he was not surprised that Ren Chenbai could find his call.

In fact, what is surprising is that Ren Chenbai has been looking for him for so long.

Although Luo Zhi has been hiding, he has too many things to do, and it is difficult to keep his current state of being awake enough. There are still many clues that can be traced.

Just from the script that hangs out to change the ticket, anyone who knows a little bit of the inside story can guess it is him, and then get his new phone number.

…not to mention, Li Weiming’s fans are always live-streaming the deeds of punishing evil and promoting good in Chaohua, and even some extreme small groups try to block Luo Zhi for revenge.

The location positioning was connected a little bit, and the action route came out.

With Ren Chenbai’s ability and efficiency in doing things, he has never been found. Luo Zhi can only attribute it to his good luck, or that the other party was stumped by something.

Luo Zhi blocked the number in confusion and deleted the two inexplicable messages.

For a few years, Luo Zhi’s greatest wish was probably to receive these two text messages.

He really didn’t know what he had done wrong, and how big of a mistake he had to make in order for everything to go to the point where it came later.

Sometimes Luo Zhi would dream that he could go home again. He accompanies Aunt Ren to make snacks at home. Brother Chenbai passes by the door, rubs his hair, and wipes the flour on his face with a smile.

But this kind of dream will gradually decrease or even disappear as the relevant impressions are erased by myself.

Luo Zhi had never had this kind of dream since a long time ago.

Later, Ren Chenbai no longer concealed his hatred for him, and Luo Zhi no longer expected the impossible.

…What did Ren Chenbai ask him to do in Ren’s house?

Buy him a script?

If he hadn’t thought of this, Luo Zhi might have almost forgotten.

He opened the backend of the trading software with the script for the ticket exchange, changed the status to [Sold], clicked off the little red dots in the messages one by one, and clicked on the memo on the calendar to read.

Tomorrow is the day the cruise ship will dock.

Why don’t you go to the beach now.

Luo Zhi stood up on the sofa.

His body also seemed to be inspired by this plan, and cooperated to gather some strength. Let him change his clothes, pack up everything, and put all the bits and pieces on the table into his school bag.

When he picked up the phone again, the number to text him was changed to another.

[Wanghai’s house, I have something to look for you. ]

[before tonight. ]

Luo Zhi sighed lightly and was about to block this number when the last message just popped up.

[Mom has something for you. ]

Luo Zhi’s fingertips paused.

He tapped the screen twice unconsciously, and continued the previous operation very slowly, blocking the number to delete the text message.

The last step was operated several times, probably because his hands were too cold, or because he couldn’t exert any strength, and there was no response after pressing the screen three times.

Luo Zhi groped around his neck, holding his broken glass pendant.

Wanghai is the villa of the Ren family by the sea, not far from here, Ren Chenbai has probably already figured out his general whereabouts.

Ren Chenbai would not do anything good to him.

Of course he knew it was a trap, and he wanted to jump into it. As long as he thinks of the car, the burning pain comes out of his bones, and he sometimes wakes up from nightmares, and even wonders if a part of himself was also crushed into **** and pushed into the smelting furnace.

But no, he must protect himself, no matter how homesick he wants to go to see Aunt Ren’s things.

He can’t be fooled by Ren Chenbai, and he can’t be hurt by Ren Chenbai.

It can’t be Ren Chenbai.

Aunt Ren will be sad to find out.

This hotel can’t stay any longer. Anyway, the cruise ship will only come for one night, so he can wait by the sea.

Luo Zhi didn’t delay any longer. He put on his baseball cap and carried his schoolbag on his shoulders.

He hesitated for a moment at the door, but still didn’t take the guitar and drawing board, just put them neatly side by side on the coffee table.

This level of hotel service will be very thoughtful and meticulous. The things left in the room will be kept strictly and properly, and the guests will be contacted to pick them up, or they will be mailed to the address.

Although his ID card is mostly used for accommodation, and these days, for convenience, the card is always in his trouser pocket… But not everyone likes to watch the entertainment version, and the other party probably doesn’t know who he is. , has some reputation outside.

As for whether he will know in the future, will it be the same as every time, the situation suddenly becomes very bad, and then the whole way turns into a mess, will the other party regret saving the wrong person…

From experience, most likely it will, but it doesn’t matter, at least so far, he’s really happy.

Anyway, he couldn’t remember any more details of yesterday, so let him be daring and deceive himself once, believing that he pretended that in addition to the script, another transaction was really completed.

The stranger who didn’t know him believed that he had never done anything bad and answered “yes”, so he got all his belongings according to the agreement.

Because he was in a good mood, he generously sent the script to the other party.

Because the other party is also in a good mood and wants to meet him again and make friends, so I gave him a ticket.

It’s just that the husband who bought his belongings had to leave immediately because of an urgent matter, so he only took the script and left everything else in the room.

…

There may be a little bit of arrogance, but this is not a very reasonable logic.

I don’t know if the Mr. Shadow, who does a good job every day, will feel inexplicable when he receives a call from the hotel, or he will inadvertently instruct the hotel to dispose of it on its own, so that these belongings are thrown away as garbage.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Luo Zhi touched the guitar again. He closed his eyes and squatted quietly for a while with his forehead against the nut.

I hope this Mr. Shadow knows the best.

The guitar is not worth much, just bought it from the roadside piano shop for 300 yuan. But there are a few songs in the piano bag. After Luo Zhi was hacked by the whole network, he never recorded it and released it, and he was still reluctant to sell it.

According to the price offered by several music companies, I can sell one at random. No matter how expensive the hotel room rate is, it is enough for a month.

Luo Zhi was holding his schoolbag, his arms were shaking unconsciously, and he squeezed the crumpled painting.

Luo Zhi tried to make the nasal sound of approval, but he couldn’t hear his own voice, so he didn’t even know if he had succeeded.

Why didn’t he do bad things? He is a coward, and even for fear of stepping into any trap, he does not look at the things that Aunt Ren left him.

Go and apologize to Aunt Ren in a few days.

Luo Zhi slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Relying on the fact that he didn’t remember anything, he lay on the coffee table and used the hotel’s pencil to paint a sketch that felt very good about himself on the note that he left a message to the guests.

This time I drew it very well.

He concentrates on the last stroke, and brazenly takes the picture as real and imprints it in his mind.

Mr. Shadow bent his shoulders and tilted his umbrella over his head.

Say “um” to him.