"Where is this?"
Bai Ye wakes up. He stares around and looks at the surroundings with a stunned expression. The simple rooms, disorderly furnishings and messy garbage all remind him that this is not the luxury house he lives in.
What's going on?
Why did I come here?
Bai Ye covered his swollen forehead and got up from the sofa.
He looked confused and tried to remember.
Yesterday
Or the day before yesterday?
Anyway, on that day, his studio completed the task, received a huge reward, and then received a new order.
Double happiness, as the boss of the studio, he certainly wants to express it.
So I decided to take a group of employees and rent a five-star hotel to celebrate.
Red wine, white wine, beer. There are all kinds of fresh seafood, delicacies and game.
The standard configuration of banquets is at least 100000 yuan.
But Bai Ye doesn't care. He directly waves the hotel manager to follow the highest standard, as long as everyone is happy. Naturally, the staff were in high spirits and came up with glasses to toast.
No one forced him to drink, but he was in a good mood. It was inevitable that he drank a few more cups and then lost his memory.
I woke up here, a strange room.
Was he kidnapped?
Bai Ye's mind just came up with such an idea and was immediately rejected by himself.
Kidnapping, kidnapping. As the name implies, he should be tied up and restricted from movement even if he is in trouble. Where is it like now that the whole body can move freely without any restrictions on hands and feet.
So
What happened suddenly?
Even if he is drunk and unconscious.
Don't his employees know how to send him home? Even if you don't have his key, you can send it back to the studio. Perhaps it is reasonable to settle down in a five-star hotel for one night.
All the above are reasonable arrangements.
But it happened that a group of employees were so confused that they arranged him here?
Whose home is this? It's so simple and has a foul smell.
Bai Ye pinches his nose, and he smells sour.
He looked for the source of the smell and immediately saw several boxes of leftover cup noodles on the nearby tea table.
The leftover soup is going to grow hairs. It's disgusting.
Bai Ye felt suffocated, and hurriedly opened the curtains and windows. The bright sunshine came in from the window. The hustle and bustle of traffic seems to be coming from waves.
At first glance, Bai Ye is stunned and lost.
Outside the window, tall buildings rise and fall, vehicles and pedestrians flow like tide, which is a prosperous and developed scene.
The problem is that this city is very strange to him.
Strange room, strange city.
Where the hell is this?
Bai Ye is inexplicably guilty. Most importantly, he sees his reflection from the window glass. It's not the point that the hair is curly and messy, like a chicken house.
The key is that he had a small crew cut and short round hair.
Why now, has it become long hair that has gone through the ears?
Bai Ye is upset. He turns to look at the room and sees a mirror beside the bathroom.
A full body mirror embedded in the wall.
He walked slowly past
Ah!
For a moment, Bai Ye was shocked. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
In the mirror, he saw a young man, about 20 years old, with fair skin, handsome features, and a little gloomy between his eyes and eyebrows.
The chicken house like hair not only did not reduce his score, but added a bit of rebellious and unruly temperament to him.
Bai Ye is frightened and shocked
This is not him.
You know, he has worked hard in the industry for more than ten years. He is no longer a young man in white clothes who lived by his face, but an oily uncle who earned money by his craftsmanship in middle age.
He still has some self-knowledge
But how did he become young?
And he changed his face.
Bai Ye's face became very ugly.
An absurd idea haunted him.
Pa la
Bai Ye suddenly looks back and looks for all the clues. The familiar simplified characters can be seen from the package of the cup surface and the bottle beside the sofa.
Well, well, he was a little relieved.
Wait, bottle
Bai Ye picked up the bottle and looked at the words and instructions on the eye bottle. In a flash, his pupils became suspicious and contracted. The bottle is empty, and there is no medicine in it.
This is a sleeping pill.
Bai Ye felt numb in his mouth and tongue, and a bitter taste rolled in his mouth.
He squeezed his forehead and heart.
I have a headache.
Many questions were surging in his mind, but the memory was resisting.
As if someone were saying, don't ask.
Ask suicide again!
The skull aches.
Bai Ye's eyebrows were locked, and his eyes turned and he fell on a door. He woke up on the sofa in the living room. According to the layout of the room, there should be a bedroom behind the door.
He went over and opened the door.
This is not a bedroom.
Bai Ye is a little confused. Compared with the messy living room, this room is very clean. Some shelves and chairs are folded in the corner, and there are long tables, cabinets, boxes, which are placed neatly and meticulously.
The floor is clean and spotless.
One door away, it's a totally different world.
With some surprise, Bai Ye walked into the room and saw many books, newspapers, magazines and periodicals on the bookshelf in the room.
He hesitated for a moment before seriously picking up a book to read.
Look at the cover and the content.
The door of the new world suddenly opened before his eyes.
Sure enough
He crossed.
Bang!
Bai Ye throws the book away, with unprovoked anger.
As long as a modern person watches TV, movies, comics and novels, he will certainly be familiar with crossing. Maybe there are also many people who wish they could pass through to change their destiny.
But these people do not include Bai Ye. He is a rich man with a wealth of hundreds of millions. He usually lives in luxury, has luxury cars and houses, has his own business, and lives a happy life. Why should he change?
Bastard.
Bai Ye gritted his teeth and did not know which immortal he had offended, so that heaven brought about a disaster.
There is no place to reason without disaster.
After a long time of anger, Bai Ye is still honest. He picks up the book and continues to read it. He wants to know what kind of world this is, and what is the difference between it and space and time on earth.
The content of a book is limited, and nothing can be seen.
When Bai Ye looked around, he suddenly found that the books and magazines in the room were basically related to art. What are "Painting Tutorial", "Oil Painting Essentials", "Artist", "Contemporary Art" and so on.
A series of periodicals and newspapers are highly professional.
Is this a popular science book?
His predecessor, why collect these things?
Hobbies or occupations?
Bai Ye pondered, then picked up a magazine and read it page by page. After a while, his fingers stagnated, but he saw "himself" on a page of magazine.
A boy named Bai Ye.
"... a talented artist!"
Bai Ye squinted and saw not only the photos, but also the interview of "himself".
From the interview, he knew his identity. A painter and abstract painter. He became famous at the age of 18. In two years, he has been popular all over the country. He has held 32 consecutive art exhibitions around the world. He is a new figure in the art world.
One of his paintings, the highest transaction record, has broken the threshold of one million.
This is the data that many professional painters cannot reach.
He became famous when he was young.
Bai Ye is surprised. He puts down his magazine and continues to open other newspapers and periodicals. Sure enough, these newspapers and periodicals have his reports.
However
Bai Ye is acutely aware that something is wrong.
Although he has no memory of his predecessor, he draws a conclusion from the living room environment and the empty medicine bottle.
The predecessor died after swallowing a lot of sleeping pills.
There is no doubt that this is suicide.
He is famous throughout the country at a young age and is also a rising star in the industry.
Well, why should we be so upset?
This is the biggest problem.
