Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Yes." Zhang Houde's words gradually changed from stiff to smooth,

"When did the first letter come?"

"Year [-]! Haha." Ji Lianyuan said like every treasure,
"I remember it clearly. At the turn of the century, it was really the best gift!"

"Haha Wang, cough, cough, cough." Ji Lianyuan suddenly coughed dryly twice, as if he had said something that shouldn't be said.

It is a normal procedure to be monitored and archived in the family meeting room, not to mention that Ji Lianyuan's first meeting in many years will definitely be focused on.

"Stop talking about this, Dad." Zhang Houde changed the subject as if reciting his lines,

"Do you remember when I was a child?"

"When I was young, that was too much." Ji Lianyuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Houde more lovingly.

The two of them completely opened up the conversation box, and talked about the past for a while, until the crowd around them gradually thinned out.

They also understand that the meeting time is coming to an end.

"Hahahaha." Zhang Houde smiled and drank from the paper cup in his hand.

He had already finished his own water glass, which belonged to Ji Lianyuan.

"Dad, do you still remember the trick I loved watching when I was young?" Zhang Houde smiled and played with the paper cup casually.

"Don't mention it yet." Ji Lianyuan's wrinkles became prominent when she smiled, but she looked much younger than when she came in.
"The Three Immortals Return to the Cave! Right!"

"Dad, do you still remember?" Zhang Houde wiped off the sweat on his thighs with both hands, and held three empty paper cups in front of him,

"You used to change it for me, but this time let me change it for you."

"You child. Good, good! Let me take a good look." Ji Lianyuan put on an admiring posture, and the smile on his face never let go.

So Zhang Houde turned the three empty paper cups upside down, and while chanting, moved the three paper cups back and forth, changing positions.

In fact, what the three immortals need to return to the cave are two containers that can be turned upside down, and the most important three small balls and a chopstick.

Zhang Houde started to perform with these three empty paper cups, which can be called neither fish nor fowl.

Although Ji Lianyuan knew it well, he didn't want to destroy the warm father-son atmosphere. He just quietly watched Zhang Houde fiddle with the empty paper cup clumsily.

"Oh!" Zhang Houde fiddled with it for a while and seemed to suddenly remember,
"It's two bowls!"

Then he moved one of the empty paper cups to Ji Lianyuan,
"Dad, you cover it for me."

"Okay, okay." Ji Lianyuan laughed and cooperated, hiding the paper cup under the jacket.

In front of Zhang Houde continued to perform clumsy tricks, but Ji Lianyuan's eyes gradually changed.

What's going on under the paper cup
His hands under the coat inadvertently touched a little extra.

Ji Lianyuan quickly looked at Zhang Houde, only to find that the latter was staring at him with piercing eyes.

Zhang Houde's eyes flicked up and down, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

Ji Lianyuan was about to speak, but the camera behind Zhang Houde was like a pear used to gag a prisoner, it was stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak at all.

What the heck is this.
How about virtue? !
What to do. No, no, he still has a future.
oops!Confused! ! !

Ji Lianyuan had mixed feelings in his heart, he knew what Zhang Houde secretly stuffed himself, and he was also very curious.

But he was more worried that Zhang Houde was doing something wrong, and once it was revealed.
A bright future for my son.
Is it too late to report now?
What will happen if you do something wrong? Ji Lianyuan has experienced the answer to this question for most of his life.

For a while, Ji Lianyuan was at war with heaven and man, not knowing what to do.

"Dad." Zhang Houde finally finished his clumsy trick at this time, although the only audience had no intention of watching,
"Don't worry, I will take care of myself." Zhang Houde smiled easily, and held Ji Lianyuan's hand through his jacket.

Looking at his son's clear and firm eyes, Ji Lianyuan silently made up his mind to secretly stuff this small flake-like gadget into his cuff, intending to wait for the opportunity to stuff it close to his body.

It's just a small piece of paper, maybe there's something you want to whisper to me
Ji Lianyuan comforted himself.

Judging from the feel, this is definitely not a serious prohibited item, and even if it is discovered, there should be room for maneuver.

"Okay, when you grow up, Dad believes in you." Ji Lianyuan said slowly,
"It's just that Dad went the wrong way. You mustn't, don't."

"Dad." Zhang Houde nodded vigorously in response,

"I know!"

At this time Zhang Houde hesitated a little, but still asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time,

"Did you really, really do that person back then?"

Ji Lianyuan was shocked, and after a while, he lowered his head and said in shame,
"Yes"

"At that time, I was still young, and no one could hold back my mind once it got up."

Ji Lianyuan was not wronged.

Although he had expected it, Zhang Houde still felt like a stone was stuck in his heart.

Afterwards, the two said a few short words about their parents, caring and exhorting each other, until the prison guard outside the door opened the door and entered, signaling the end of the meeting.

"Dad, make a good reform and try to come out as soon as possible." Zhang Houde also had tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Okay." Ji Lianyuan looked at his son reluctantly,

"Soon, it will be over in a few years. Hurry up and find someone."
After saying goodbye, the two of them separated, one facing in and the other facing out.

Half an hour later, in an open space outside the prison.

Snapped--

The door was violently closed.

"What's going on!" Zhang Houde almost collapsed when he got into the car,
"What are my father's letters!"

"My dad, my dad, my dad, my dad!!"

"Who the hell is that person!!!".
Chen Ze didn't stop him, but looked ahead, and silently pulled out the Yuan Qi barrier to resist the splash of spittle stars around him.

He knew that Zhang Houde needed to be released now.

During the meeting just now, in order to stabilize Ji Lianyuan, Zhang Houde did not mention the slightest truth, but continued to follow his father's words.

One can imagine what he was holding back.

But Zhang Houde also subsided after being hysterical for a while, and slumped on the co-pilot in a daze, looking out of the car window without any focus.

"Here." Chen Ze handed over an opened bottle of C'estbon.

Without saying a word, Zhang Houde took the water and poured it into his mouth.

Chen Ze saw his limp appearance, he couldn't even hold the mineral water bottle firmly, his chest got wet a lot after drinking.

bang~
With a soft sound, the door on Zhang Houde's side automatically popped open.

Zhang Houde cast his gaze, Chen Ze turned his head back to signal,

"Before people get off work, you go for another run."

"Go again?" Zhang Houde was a little hard to understand,

"I have already given away the things."

"I didn't ask you to give something." Chen Ze bent his knuckles and tapped the steering wheel,
"It's for you to take something."

"take things?"

"That's right. Listen to me."

After explaining everything in detail, Zhang Houde got out of the car again and headed towards the prison.

And Chen Ze stayed in the car, facing forward and lowering his head slightly. [Lucid Dream], activate!

In the dream, Chen Ze retrieved what Zhang Houde had seen and heard just now, and re-screened, looking for doubts.

The first and most important thing is naturally the letters that Ji Lianyuan receives every year.

From Ji Lianyuan's narration, it can be vaguely known that these letters probably started to be sent in a certain year after he was imprisoned, and they have continued since then.

Moreover, the letter Ji Lianyuan received at the beginning did not come with a photo attached, but he seemed to accept it very naturally, believing that it was from his son.

Obviously Zhang Houde was just a child who needed guardianship and Zhang Houde's mother died shortly after Ji Lianyuan was imprisoned, Ji Lianyuan knew this too.

Coupled with Ji Lianyuan's faltering in his words
Chen Ze always felt that there should be a third party in this.

Could it be Ji Lianyuan's apprentice, that is, Ma Fucheng who pretended to be Zhang Houde's identity?

He insisted on sending letters for so many years just to confuse Ji Lianyuan, his son was well taken care of?
But Chen Ze still remembers that when Ma Fucheng came to dismantle it, Ma Fucheng kept secret about Ji Lianyuan's affairs, and he didn't seem to take the initiative to provoke him.
In any case, Chen Ze wrote down these doubts for the time being, and then withdrew from the dream.

Back in reality, Chen Ze knew through the alien spell that Zhang Houde had seen the prison guard again, so he continued to direct.

On the same day, in the evening.

As the sun sets, everything on the earth is coated with a layer of afterglow.

Even Zhang Houde's pale face all day looked better.

"Who is this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this!" Zhang Houde held an old photo full of traces of time, his face full of disbelief.

In the photo was a young man who looked similar to Ji Lianyuan.

Chen Ze heard that he took the photo and stacked it with other photos on the table.

In the morning, he asked Zhang Houde to go in again, in order to get these letters and photos accumulated over the years.

Although it was difficult, Zhang Houde relied on his identity as the "sender" and Ji Lianyuan's son, and Ji Lianyuan's performance was really good, and it was the first time in so many years that someone visited him.
In short, based on the concept of humanization, the prison management, after Ji Lianyuan's consent, accommodated Zhang Houde to bring out these letters.

At this time, the two of them were sorting letters in the small courtyard temporarily rented by Chen Ze.

The first letter was sent in 2000. It mentioned that he was under the care of his "uncle" and his life had settled down again, so Ji Lianyuan should not worry about it.

Since then, an average of one letter has been sent every year. The content is similar, which is to introduce myself to grow up step by step and enter a higher education.

In addition, since seven or eight years ago, every letter will be accompanied by a photo of "Zhang Houde".

"Who the hell is he!"

Suddenly Zhang Houde called Chen Ze out of his contemplation with a loud voice.

Hearing this, he raised his head slightly, stared at Zhang Houde meaningfully and asked,
"Your dad."

"Is there any illegitimate child out there?"

Zhang Houde collapsed.

Then he was forcibly appeased by Chen Ze with his spiritual consciousness.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!"

"fake!"

"I am the real one!".
Zhang Houde grabbed the ground with his head, fortunately Chen Ze stuffed a cotton pillow in advance.

In fact, Chen Ze also felt that it was unlikely.

Not to mention that there are no traces at all, let's say that this person calls himself Zhang Houde, and the identity and background of his mother's death are also suitable.

Obviously someone is replacing the real Zhang Houde, who writes letters to Ji Lianyuan every year.

Could it be that Ma Fucheng?
Chen Ze still had some doubts about the old boy.

Poof, poof, poof, poof.
Zhang Houde hit the cotton pillow lightly and hard, while Chen Ze kept comparing letters and photos, trying to find clues.

The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real.

As long as it is forged, there will always be flaws.

There is no problem with the handwriting. They should all be written by the same person.
Photos, photos too?
Chen Ze's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly pulled out the photo that was sent the first time.

"Zhang Houde" in this photo is relatively young and young, and the picture quality is not high.

But what Chen Ze cared about was not this person, but the clothes this person was wearing.

Why does this dress look so familiar? !
【Lucid Dream】, Qi.
Chen Ze was about to fall asleep, but suddenly his eyes slanted.

Snapped.

He knocked out the dishonest Zhang Houde before he fell asleep with peace of mind.

[Lucid Dream], activate!

In the dream, Chen Ze searched through the vast amount of past memories, and quickly locked on the relevant picture.

On the screen is a browser search page, and a photo is displayed in the middle.

The content of the photo is when Ji Lianyuan participated in the event as a master.

In the photo, the clothes Ji Lianyuan was wearing at that time
Chen Zemeng's eyes widened, and he recalled his visual memory in front of him, which was the photo attached to the letter.

Comparing the two at this time, Chen Ze found that the clothes they were wearing were surprisingly similar!
No. Not right!

How come the folds are exactly the same. This is clearly the same dress!
Furthermore, when Chen Ze looked at the photo on the letter again, it became more and more wrong.

Zoom in, zoom in, zoom in.

Chen Ze has amazing eyesight, so the pixels of the visual memory are also ridiculously high.

Soon, he discovered some unharmonious traces in the shadow area next to the cheek of "Zhang Houde" in the photo.

Out of place.

This is the trace of retouching!
P's!
This photo was retouched!
Chen Ze was enlightened for a while, and he followed this line of thought to search again, and immediately found more similar traces.

Uncleaned pixels, inconsistent shadows, and distorted background details that violate the laws of physics.
In the end, he was absolutely sure that this photo was edited using software!

And the mother copy of the retouched picture is the old photo of Ji Lianyuan on the right!
Thinking of this, Chen Ze immediately pulled out all the other photos of "Zhang Houde" and enlarged them for comparison.

The results were as expected.

It's all edited!

And what's interesting is that in the early days, the retoucher basically used Ji Lianyuan's old photos for retouching.

In recent years, it may have been a technological upgrade, and it has directly switched to AI to change faces.

But one thing is for sure, whether it is photo editing or AI face changing, the level of counterfeiters is very high.

Chen Zechu didn't find anything wrong at first glance.

【Lucid Dream】It's over!

Back to reality.

Zhang Houde next to him was still unconscious, but Chen Ze felt relieved.

At least this one is indeed the genuine Zhang Houde, and the sender of the letter is a fake.

So who is the sender?
First of all, it is natural to start with the shipping address.

The address has been changed several times, from my hometown in Jiangxi Province to the United States, and it may not be the real address.

And the letter Ji Lianyuan sent back did not know who got it. (end of this chapter)