Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is huge.

To be precise, it doesn't happen sooner or later, and it can turn cold and hot at any time. In the past two days, I have encountered fire and wind several times.

Fortunately, the crew had already made sufficient preparations, and no one was injured.

The man who just came out of the morning show was still wearing a costume, and his face was still dripping with blood.

Of course, this blood is not from the real body, but the artificial blood made by the props team that can be faked.

Well, it doesn't smell very good.

Everyone else was still wrapped in thick coats, but Teacher Fu was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and beads of sweat were evident on his forehead.

Anyone who spends nearly two hours early in the morning will not be able to get cold.

Taking the water glass handed over by the assistant, he gulped down several mouthfuls.

At this moment, the assistant opened his mouth to remind:

"Brother Yan, an unfamiliar number called just now, and I called twice."

Unknown number?

"Give me the phone."

"Oh, alright."

The man took the phone, unlocked it with one hand, clicked on the missed call and looked at it, it was really an unfamiliar number.

However, I didn't intend to do anything, and was about to hand the phone to the assistant when the phone vibrated again.

At first glance, it was still that strange number.

It's only three times, and it's the third time, so it's hard not to accept it.

What if something happened?

connected to:

"Hello?"

The phone was connected quickly, but there was no sound for a long time.

Teacher Fu frowned. Of course, he didn't have much patience:

"Hang up without talking."

After the words fell, there was movement on the phone, like the sound of chairs clattering on the ground, which was very ear-piercing.

"God, good morning!"

The voice is obviously using a voice changer, and nothing can be heard.

But the title just now has already explained the problem.

Zheng Bingyang's eyes widened. Can you imagine someone crushing a water glass with one hand?

This time I saw it with my own eyes.

Fortunately, the little assistant was not stupid, she was shocked, but she didn't exclaim or anything. She silently picked up the board on the side table, and took the pieces of the cup from his brother Yan's hand one by one.

In the palm of the hand, two cuts were cut, and blood was constantly oozing out.

But I didn't feel like it at all, and my expression had long since returned to the original:

"It's not a small skill to find my private phone number, who are you?"

There's no need not to admit it, after all, the opponent's methods are not bad.

"Jie Jie, guess what."

On the phone, there was a harsh voice from a voice changer.

"Do you think I'd be interested in guessing?"

"Tsk, boring, your wife is more interesting!"

Hiss~

"What did you say?"

Just by listening to this voice, one can hear that it is full of murderous intent.

"Hahahaha, God, you won the game last time, but this time, it may not be so~

Enjoy the gift I gave you! "

The voice of the voice changer was cut decisively, and at first glance, the phone was indeed hung up.

When I dialed again, it was already an empty number.

Zheng Bingyang took the alcohol borrowed from the artist assistant next door, gauze:

"Brother Yan, your hand is injured, you need to bandage it."

After speaking, look up.

Good guy, I almost didn't get scared to death.

"Brother Yanyan? What's wrong?"

Who provoked this killing god?

Damn, look at this look, it's over!

The man ignored the injury on his hand and went directly to the director.

In the director's tent, everyone was repeatedly watching the segment just shot:

"Ms. Fu's acting skills are too good, right? It's too sassy!"

"It's no wonder he's my idol, awesome!"

"This play, this look, I really feel like I'm going to die!"