MTL - Feng Mang-Chapter 37 President Wang visited private houses in private.

"However, he made it clear that he did not want to sign a contract with us and did not want to develop in the entertainment industry.

"Erlei said.

This point was unexpected by Wang Zhongding.

"Did he say why?" Erlei shook his head. "He didn't say.

In the evening, Wang Zhongding again drove to Han Dong's residence.

I was in a hurry the last time and didn't have time to lock the door, but there was nothing to steal.

After two nights, the low-priced inflatable mattress was so bad.

Around the mattress were clothes, daily necessities, half-eat snacks ... Inside this pile of tattered, a storage box was particularly prominent.

After Wang Zhongding opened it, he found that the contents were neatly arranged.

Almost all-inclusive entertainment magazines are placed according to the release date. From the first issue to the last issue, the books are not lost.

Scrolling down, I also saw professional books on performance, and each page was marked.

In the end, Wang Zhongding took out an old yellowed Tang Poem from the inside.

The book cover reads: "First Love Girlfriend".

It can be seen from the oldness of the book that it has a long history, and from the young teeth of the content, it can be seen that love started early, and it turns out that some colored embryos are born.

Soon, Wang Zhongding found another abandoned magazine.

The cover of this magazine is with him. The face on the cover is messed up, but it is not a kind of mischievous graffiti, but a variety of weird symbols.

At the same time, Wang Zhongding picked up a photo of Han Dong not far away and was also painted with this virtue.

Wang Zhongding tore off this cover and put it in the bag along with Han Dong's photo.

Later, he turned on Han Dong's computer.

Han Dong's computer is like a microcosm of a room with various messy software and icons, but when you open the folder named "Performance", the classification inside is so neat and fine.

There are hundreds of videos in one of the subfolders. They are all movies and TV shows he has played in the past five years. Many of them are produced by Zhongding Film and Television Company, but Wang Zhongding never knew that there was a Han Dong in it.

These videos are named in a uniform way, such as 12′15 ″ -12′17 ″, 47′33 ″ -47′34 ″ ... and so on. The length of time shown above is Han Dong's playing time.

For a digital control like Wang Zhongding, only a glance can be used to calculate Han Dong's total departure time.

Five years—less than the protagonist's playing time in a movie.

And this includes one or two of Han Dong's self-care extension. If it is true, it can really be ignored.

It's hard to imagine, how could such a nervous second-hander have such a persistent adherence to something? What's even harder to understand is that since he is so obsessed with acting, why has he rejected great opportunities for development? Wang Zhongding opened another subfolder, which contained stills of Han Dongdang's group performances, and a few group photos with the stars.

Mouse to the bottom, an unexpected photo jumped into Wang Zhongding's sight.

Group photo of Han Dong and Li Shang! The two stood side by side at the entrance of Beiying Factory, the day when Liang Jing sent someone to pick the protagonist.

In the photo, Li Shang laughed very much, and when Wang Zhongding first met him, he was judged as two.

Wang Zhongding copied this photo into his hard disk.

Before leaving, Wang Zhongding also found the rope hanging on the door handle, which was the day Han Dong cried and cried to bundle his props.

It is a common hemp rope made of several strands of twine.

After Han Dong's tossing, the twine in the middle position was a little loose, and something seemed to come out of it.

Wang Zhongding disassembled the twine with his fingers and pulled out a note.

"My favorite son.

"Obviously, this is a man's handwriting.

Wang Zhongding suddenly remembered the scene of Han Dong crying and binding himself that night ... If no one found it, seven days? Ten days? It was only a month long, and the paper was rotten inside.

Fortunately, someone discovered the secret, but unfortunately, it was not Han Dong.

After Wang Zhongding pulled out the note, he did not put it back, but put it in his own pocket.

Then the door was locked tightly.