Dongyang

Chapter 67

Italy, Milan, Santa Maria delle Grazie.

A photography team of about ten people was busy in the majestic and beautiful cathedral. The only model, Mo Dongyang, was constantly changing poses and positions, showing different expressions and being exposed to the lenses of the world's most professional fashion photographers.

The little photographer with long curly chestnut hair kept changing the shooting angle, and from time to time popped out a few Italian words to praise the professionalism of the model, and then asked Mo Dongyang to do it in his not-so-fluent English.

Mo Dongyang was very dedicated when he was working. Even though he had stood for five hours straight, changed seven or eight sets of clothes, and hadn't even drank a sip of water, he didn't complain at all, showing off a model perfectly It should be beautiful.

Half an hour later, the photographer finally ended today's shooting with a lot of enthusiasm. If the film was not used up, he would take some more shots.

The photographer warmly gave Mo Dongyang a hug, and praised him as a "beautiful oriental elf" in the Chinese he just learned.Even though Mo Dongyang was as tired as a dog, he still kept the most perfect smile to thank him.

The group packed up and left the church to go back to the hotel. Mo Dongyang said to Zhang Zhengzheng, "Don't disturb if you want to catch up on sleep", and went back to the room directly.

Zhang Zhengzheng and Xiaoyuan got up at five o'clock in the morning, and went to several scenic spots for shooting in the morning, and they were too tired. Seeing that Mo Dongyang returned to their rooms, they went back to their respective rooms in a daze to catch up on sleep.

Originally, this magazine shoot in Milan was supposed to be scheduled for next month, but Mo Dongyang proposed to Cheng Simo to shoot earlier because he wanted to finish other matters as soon as possible and concentrate on filming because the filming of the new film was about to begin.The consequence of the tight itinerary was that Mo Dongyang took two days of street photography and photoshoots even before the time difference.Today is the last day, and tomorrow they have to return home.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Dongyang, dressed in casual clothes, carrying a black backpack and a peaked cap, left the hotel, took a taxi and went straight to the airport, and then asked for a plane ticket to Germany as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, Mo Dongyang was already on the plane to Germany.

Germany, Hamburg.

It was afternoon and the sun was just right.With a camera in his hand, Mo Dongyang walked leisurely on the quiet and leisurely street, raising his hand from time to time to take pictures of things he was interested in, just like an ordinary tourist.

When passing a certain street, a kind-hearted and dignified woman greeted Mo Dongyang in standard Chinese.Mo Dongyang stepped forward with a smile and responded familiarly.After a while, Mo Dongyang followed the woman to the end of the street, and then entered a small red and white building.

The woman led Mo Dongyang upstairs, and then opened the door of one of the rooms, which said "psychological consultation room" in German.

"Sit whatever you want." The woman made a gesture of invitation, Mo Dongyang smiled, and then walked into the inner room familiarly, it was like a study.There is a large arc-shaped mahogany bookshelf, which is full of various professional books, with the most on mental illness.Other than that, there is only one white soft chair, a small round table carved with white tulip patterns, and a long lounge chair of the same style in the whole room.

Mo Dongyang put the bag aside casually, and lay directly on the reclining chair. The woman came out with a clever hand and foot, carrying a tray with tea and small desserts on it.The woman sat on the chair opposite Mo Dongyang and placed the things on the tray on the table.

"This is black tea from China. It should suit your taste. Try it." The woman poured tea for Mo Dongyang and said kindly.

"Thank you Mrs. Herman." Mo Dongyang reached out to take it, took a sip leisurely, and praised: "Fresh and sweet, not bad."

Mrs. Herman smiled and said, "Do you need to rest for a while?"

Mo Dongyang shook his head: "I don't have time, I have to go back to Milan at night."

Mrs. Hermann paused holding the teacup, and said, "I thought you came to Germany on purpose."

"I did come to Germany on purpose, and my work in Milan was just a side trip." Mo Dongyang said.

"But you don't have time to chat with me?" Mrs. Herman looked at Mo Dongyang dissatisfied.

"I thought I was just here to get medicine." Mo Dongyang put down the teacup in his hand, without avoiding the other party's gaze, "I made it very clear before I came."

Mrs. Herman sighed slightly and said, "Are you starting again?"

"Haven't I never been better?" Mo Dongyang said with a smile indifferently, "This was diagnosed by you yourself back then. If you hadn't looked at me poorly, I might have spent the rest of my life in that white hell gone."

"I regret it." Mrs. Herman didn't hide her regret. "I didn't expect that your acting skills could deceive everyone at that time. Even my husband thought you were cured." Only she noticed at that time It wasn't right, but in the end it was defeated by Mo Dongyang's pitiful and cute face.

"You don't have to regret it, I've lost my aggressiveness a long time ago." Mo Dongyang shrugged, comforting him without sincerity.

Mo Dongyang was sent to a psychiatric hospital when he was 12 years old. At that time, the psychiatric hospital rarely hired foreign experts on mental illness. The Hermanns from Germany were two of them, and they were also Mo Dongyang's attending doctors. .The couple were responsible for Mo Dongyang's follow-up visits and observations after he was discharged from the hospital.Mrs. Hermann's standard Chinese is learned in those years in China.

"I know." Mrs. Herman looked straight at Mo Dongyang, "but I know better about your danger." When Mr. Herman was alive, he was stabbed by Mo Dongyang who tried to harm himself The arm had about ten stitches afterwards.The nurses and doctors who basically took care of Mo Dongyang were attacked.As a result, he had to be tied to the bed, given two sedatives a day, stopped the drug treatment, and began to use electric shock therapy.At that time, Mrs. Herman could hear Mo Dongyang's immature and desperate screams every day.

Mo Dongyang raised his pale lips and said, "No, I have long since ceased to be violent." A glass smashed a few days ago does not count.

"Okay." Mrs. Herman said with a serious face, "Then tell me honestly, have you committed any crimes over the years?"

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Dongyang's mouth, but his eyes said seriously: "Never." For an actor, lying is simply commonplace.It is even easier to deceive a 60-year-old lady.

Mrs. Herman tried to find a flaw in Mo Dongyang's face. After a long time, she finally sighed and said, "This is the last time I will give you medicine. You must know that I have violated the regulations by giving you these medicines. "

"I know." Mo Dongyang nodded understandingly, and he was very grateful to the old lady for this.

"Dongyang." Mrs. Herman's tone became gentle, with a touch of imperceptible love, "You are very smart. I knew you were very smart when my husband tested your IQ. Those blank questions are not you. No, but you didn’t do it on purpose. At that time, I saw you secretly wrote the answers to the questions you didn’t do on a small note, and then you secretly threw it away. I picked it up, and I found those questions That's right. At that time, I knew that you are not simple, a patient who can fool even a psychiatrist is very dangerous."

Mo Dongyang was taken aback, he really didn't know about it.

"I don't know why, but I have been hiding it for you. I didn't even tell him when my husband passed away. He always thought he cured you, and he was so proud." Mrs. Herman's face was a little bit Sad, "Maybe it's because I don't have a child, and you are so pitiful and cute. I unconsciously regard you as my own child? As a mother, you will subconsciously protect your child."

Mo Dongyang was shocked again, his eyes turned red inexplicably.

Mrs. Herman reached out, touched Mo Dongyang's hair lovingly, and said, "You just want to protect yourself, I understand. You are a poor child, promise me, if you feel that you can't hold on, you must Come here and find me, and I will help you in any way I can."

Mo Dongyang's throat was a little congested, and it took him a long time to say "thank you".

Fang Huaizhou looked at his computer, frowning.Two emails from Ji Feiran are displayed on the screen.One was asking why he didn't respond to the email, wondering if something happened to him.The other is the email Ji Feiran sent him again when he expressed doubts.

The email that was deleted by Mo Dongyang was exactly the same.

Fang Huaizhou didn't know the truth yet, so he was full of doubts.After a while, he called the head of the computer technology department to let him come up.

The head of the computer technology department inspected Fang Huaizhou's computer carefully and fearfully, then wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "Mr. Fang, there is nothing wrong with your computer."

"One of my unread emails was deleted. What's the reason?" Fang Huaizhou said lightly.

"Here, is it convenient for Mr. Fang to let me have a look?"

"Yes." Fang Huaizhou clicked on the mailbox.

The minister tapped on the computer for a while before saying, "Mr. Fang, your mailbox has been forcibly cracked. This is all you need to know your email address. You don't need your computer. The deleted email has no password either." Delete it completely, it has been restored for you."

"Can you track him down?" Fang Huaizhou asked.

"Uh..." the minister was a little embarrassed, "It will take some time."

"I'll give you two hours to track down the other party." After Fang Huaizhou finished speaking, he gave up his seat and went straight to the sofa.

Apart from being covered in cold sweat, the minister bit the bullet and sat on the president's seat, and began to crackle and crackle.

Two and a half hours later, the minister finally found out all the IP addresses that had logged into this mailbox.

The minister heaved a sigh of relief, got up wiping his sweat, nodded and bowed to Fang Huaizhou, and said, "President Fang, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. I've already found out all the IPs that have logged in to this mailbox. Through these, we can find out the intruder. "

Fang Huaizhou didn't sit back on the chair directly, but bent over to look at the rows of codes on the computer.

Seeing Fang Huaizhou's obvious dislike, the minister shed tears in his heart.

"You can go out now." Fang Huaizhou said.

"Yes, see you again, Mr. Fang." The minister quickly slipped away with the corners of his mouth trembling.

Fang Huaizhou looked at those IP addresses, they belonged to the company and home.In other words, the only people who can hack into his mailbox are those who use these two IP addresses.He is sure that it is impossible for the people in the company. If it is a commercial espionage, it will be his work mailbox instead of his personal mailbox that is invaded.

Fang Huaizhou directly found out the time of IP login when he first received that email, it turned out to be the time when Fang Guoli asked him to go out that night, when only Mo Dongyang was at home.

Who would be interested in the matter between him and Ji Feiran, and who would delete that email on purpose?Apart from Mo Dongyang, Fang Huaizhou didn't think about anything else.

Thinking of Mo Dongyang prying into his privacy, Fang Huaizhou's eagle eyes were a little cold.

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