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 even more rapid than before.

"Let me explain in advance, when we enter the melodrama, we can't do anything. 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 difference is too big. What can you do?

Say it now."

"have."

Weina exerted her 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

What kind of excuses can you make up? This is what you are good at, I don’t need to say more."

This method was familiar to Zhou Jinru, and when Wei Na said something about making up excuses later, he just listened and didn't take it seriously.

The lion turned his wrist, and a rivet appeared in his palm. Due to long-term friction, the hard edges and corners 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."

…

…

I don't know how much time passed, but Zhou Jinru was shaken awake. He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that it was 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 here.

He had already entered the performance site, but unlike the previous times, he did not receive any prompts, not even 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 work clothes, with a pair of anxious eyes in the deep-set eye sockets, wrinkles on his face, and unconcealable 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 on the inside of the carriage, listened to the coachman's thanks in his ears, and suddenly asked: "How did you know I fell asleep?"

In fact, out of politeness and to avoid trouble, the coachman should knock on the carriage door to wake up 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 melodrama is a bit strange. Even if I am not "online", it will run by itself. Is there really such a magical technology? It can support multiple people to play "online"

, will it also spawn many plots?

Zhou Jinru did not embarrass the coachman and turned around to walk to 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 shouldn't be old friends, otherwise they would be beaten by Sir Chen. The two of them took wedding photos. This is not something ordinary friends can achieve. Superintendent Chen looks very cold. I'm afraid 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 stretched 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, did not refuse Zhou Jinru's kindness, and walked in first. Her arrival immediately attracted the attention of the office staff in the police station.

After all, Xing Xiong is the top thug of the local underground forces and is the number one person on the police station's list. It is normal for him to pay attention unexpectedly due to his sudden visit... Zhou Jinru felt that he might have been taken into the ditch by Xing Xiong. They were not

People traveling 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 this 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?"

Xing Xiong 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.

A team that 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, I feel really 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 never came 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 a 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 something that didn't mean what she said.

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 are right. Smoking is really bad. I have heard from friends who work in hospitals that you should not smoke when you are preparing for pregnancy or already have a child. But when I think about it, I am 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 still in Londinium, and they are all here."

Zhou Jinru took it 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 files.

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 be able to. Don't have too much hope."

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 steps.

"I'm really not a scumbag, why..."

The howling wind seemed to laugh at his mumbling.
To be continued...