Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 357: Visiting Zhou Junhao

When Xiao He came to visit Zhou Junhao, Zhou Junhao was already able to slowly walk around on his feet.

Seeing Xiao He, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, as if he hadn't expected Xiao He to visit him so openly and legitimately. But then, noticing the director and producer accompanying Xiao He, he seemed to understand something.

"Reporter Zhou, we couldn't come see you earlier, but now that we've heard you're about to be discharged, we finally managed to visit and also congratulate you on your smooth recovery and discharge."

Lu Weicheng wore a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, while the assistant director beside him diligently placed the brought fruit and milk on the nearby bedside table.

Actually, after that incident happened, many people in the production team still didn't know that the undercover reporter who had been tracking the story and nearly lost his life was the extra "Assistant Zhou" from their own crew. Only the person in charge at the time, Uncle Han, and Wang Yi, who helped call the police and searched everywhere for Zhou Junhao, were aware.

After learning about this, Uncle Han immediately informed the director and was questioned multiple times by the police during their investigation. Through this back-and-forth, some people in the crew gradually learned the truth.

Since Zhou Junhao had once been in the "Cangyue Calamity" crew and had pulled off such a major feat, it was only humane for the production team to visit him.

However, the police were still investigating the related case. Many film crews changed almost daily, with some people quietly leaving and others temporarily replacing them. The police had been keeping an eye on the filming crews in the area and the nearby accommodations. To ensure the safety of the key witness, the hospital also restricted others from visiting Zhou Junhao.

So, things were delayed until Zhou Junhao was about to be discharged.

Lu Weicheng felt a pang of regret in his heart.

If they could have used this topic to help their production team with positive publicity and marketing, much of the negative public opinion generated earlier would have subsided!

Unfortunately, to ensure Zhou Junhao's personal safety, they couldn't publicize such matters extensively or boast about how their crew helped. Otherwise, if they attracted resentment from others, it would be more trouble than it's worth.

In the end, Lu Weicheng could only watch helplessly as this wave of popularity slipped right through his fingers—just thinking about it was heartbreaking!

"Thank you."

Zhou Junhao shifted his gaze away from Xiao He and smiled as he thanked Wang Yi beside him: "Thank you too. If you hadn't called the police in time, I might have really been in danger."

Wang Yi quickly shook his head: "It's nothing, nothing. It was the right thing to do."

He truly never expected it! The guy who was "chasing the acting dream" with him turned out to be a reporter in real life!

At first, Wang Yi felt a bit angry, as if he had been used and his feelings deceived. But after finding the person covered in blood, all his displeasure vanished.

It was so close!

If they had arrived just a little later, Zhou Junhao might have been sent straight to the crematorium!

Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

All that remained in Wang Yi's heart was admiration.

And, of course, a bit of pride that a brother he knew had recently become a hero.

Finally, Zhou Junhao turned his gaze to Xiao He.

Honestly, he hadn't expected Xiao He to come in person either.

After all, there was no open relationship between them.

A normal person would probably want to distance themselves from Zhou Junhao to avoid suspicion.

But Xiao He still came.

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao He, for coming to see me."

Zhou Junhao said in a measured, proper tone.

"Mm, I was also quite curious about the story of that heroic reporter, so I came to see. Your actions are truly admirable. I hope you can continue persevering on this path in the future, and stay safe and sound." Xiao He wore a smile on his face, speaking very politely, yet his words made Zhou Junhao blush slightly with embarrassment.

Truthfully, Zhou Junhao really didn't dare claim credit. Overall, the greatest hero was the person standing before him. Back then, many clues and pieces of information were anonymously given to him by Xiao He using his hacking skills. Relying on these clues, Zhou Junhao was able to unravel the threads, follow the trail, and finally uncover the hotel's secret.

But in the end, he let his guard down, got carried away by passion, acted extremely foolishly, and landed himself and the crucial evidence in such a desperate situation. If someone hadn't intervened to save him, several cycles of his seventh-day memorial rites would have already passed.

Every time he thought about his own gullibility and stupidity back then, Zhou Junhao couldn't help but want to curse himself vehemently.

Yet, unable to speak the truth, Zhou Junhao could only silently accept the praise from others, swallow all those secrets back into his stomach, and secretly swear never to tell anyone about this matter.

However...

Zhou Junhao lowered his head, his gaze subtly sweeping over Xiao He's hands hanging by his sides, his heart still filled with doubt.

They were a pair of perfectly intact hands, with long fingers, distinct knuckles, faint blue veins visible on the back. The skin was relatively fair due to long-term care, but overall, they looked quite large and powerful, not at all like the hands of someone living a pampered life.

Who exactly was the person who saved him back then?

Could it have been Brother Xiao?

But under those circumstances, he didn't seem to have suffered any injuries.

—Zhou Junhao didn't remember much about that night clearly. He only remembered forcing that important memory card into his mouth while in a daze before passing out again.

In the middle, he seemed to have regained consciousness briefly, but the world before his eyes was almost completely dark. The only sounds in his ears were the screams of that Brother Hong and the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh.

Later, his breathing became easier, and the haze before his eyes was brushed away by someone's hand. He vaguely saw a figure standing in the shadows, one foot stepping on the person on the ground, one hand gripping a woman by the neck...

Zhou Junhao's final memory was of waking up in the hospital.

When he opened his eyes again and saw the world clearly, Zhou Junhao even thought that what happened back then was just a desperate fantasy before death, his final resentment and retaliation against the villains.

But when the police explained the situation at the scene to him, Zhou Junhao suddenly realized that what he saw wasn't a fantasy or illusion—it was something that really happened.

That Brother Hong, who kidnapped him and beat him so badly he couldn't get out of bed, was now beautifully settled in the ICU. And that cleaner who almost strangled him to death had both arms and legs broken. Now, not only could she not get out of bed, but she even needed a caregiver arranged by the police to feed her.

When the police found the scene, Zhou Junhao was indeed in a miserable state, half-dead. But the other two weren't much better off either—in fact, they were in far worse shape than Zhou Junhao.

This was something Zhou Junhao never expected.

When he heard this news, even with a row of uniformed police officers standing before him, Zhou Junhao still laughed out loud. Suppressing the pain that made his voice hoarse, he said fiercely: "That's deeply satisfying!"

But soon, the police asked Zhou Junhao if he had any impression of the person who saved him that night.

Zhou Junhao decisively shook his head.

He truly didn't remember.

Otherwise, Zhou Junhao would have definitely knelt down and kowtowed to that person several times.