Super thriller live broadcast

Many of the new products this time are related to formations, which makes me confused.

I vaguely remember that at the end of the last live broadcast, there were many more books on dream interpretation and dream creation in the product catalog, and the live broadcast I experienced later happened to be related to dreams.

So the appearance of formations in the product catalog this time, does it mean that I will encounter evil formations in the next live broadcast?

"The formation, like the secret art of dreaming, is something that is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with. How to choose should be decided after discussing it with Blind Man Liu."

I stuffed my phone into my black suitcase. Although the live broadcast in my dream was thrilling and dangerous, my body in reality was not harmed at all. At most, I just felt a little tired.

After leaving Jingying Sanatorium, I took Yingzi to watch a movie and then sent her back to the blues bar.

Naturally, when you get to the bar, you will inevitably be taught a lesson by Onisho Ayaka. This beautiful lady is quite scary when she is angry.

I ran away in a hurry and returned to Tingtang Road. I opened the door of the store, took off my shirt, and fell asleep. It was not until noon that I was woken up by Bai Qi.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Bai Qi's resentful eyes, I noticed that there was another person in the room: "Tie Ningxiang?"

Although I don't mind my sleeping posture being watched by this beautiful woman, there are also hidden things in the bedroom on the second floor about the live broadcast notes about the underworld show, as well as commissions from the Huang family and other things that cannot be seen in the light.

I jumped up from the bed: "Why are you here?"

"What? Aren't you welcome?" Tie Ningxiang was not wearing a police uniform, and a smile flashed across her face: "Or are you hiding something hidden here?"

"Tch, I, Gao Jianxing, sit upright and am not afraid of my shadow being tilted... Hey! Don't touch my things!"

I didn't even bother to put on my clothes, so I hurriedly got out of bed and stopped Tie Ningxiang. She probably wanted to pick up the clothes I had thrown away out of good intentions, but when she shook her hand, a booklet with a bright cover fell out of her pocket. :"What is this?"

To be honest, I was a little confused. I never remembered when I put this thing in my pocket.

Wait, isn't this the adult magazine that Guo Junjie's brother read in the dream? How could it be taken out of my dream? !

Could it be that some of what I experienced last night were not dreams? Or is it possible to create something out of nothing once the art of dreaming is perfected?

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't even notice Tie Ningxiang's wonderful expression at this time. She flipped through two pages, her cheeks flushed, she glared at me fiercely, and then threw the book in front of me: "Gao Jian, I really didn’t expect that you still have this kind of hobby. You can save a magazine published five years ago without any wrinkles. How much you like this book!”

Inspector Iron blushed and turned away. I looked at the pages of the book that were spread out at my feet. A cute cat-eared girl was posing in an extremely seductive pose. I didn’t know whether she was coated with cream or cheese. It looked so shiny that it almost blinded me.

"Brother, where do you want to eat?"

"To be fair, this book really isn't mine!"

I put on my clothes and hurriedly chased out. Bai Qi was left in the room squatting next to the open pages of the book. He tilted his head and looked at the woman in the book, and stretched out his paws to fiddle with it twice: "Woof woof!"

Tie Ningxiang came to me today probably because she had something to discuss. After going downstairs, she did not leave directly, but stood uncomfortably in the middle of the shop.

After I ran downstairs, I first poured two cups of tea, then brewed it and talked about it, finally diverting her attention.

"So, you have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago?" After hearing my experience last night, Tie Ningxiang was a little surprised: "You are so seriously injured, don't force yourself, your health is important."

"Don't talk about me, why are you discharged from the hospital?" I held the teacup in both hands. In my impression, Tie Ningxiang was seriously injured at that time.

"I have a tough life. I have been like this since I was a child. If I get injured, I will recover quickly." Tie Ningxiang didn't take it seriously. She didn't know that this was the characteristic of a person whose destiny leads to the star. Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, but they can make great progress all the way.

"That's good. By the way, why did you come to see me today?" I blew on the tea leaves and took a sip of hot tea.

"It's nothing serious." Tie Ningxiang said with a rare twist, "It's just that my parents want to see you."

"Pfft!" A mouthful of hot tea spurted out, and I coughed violently.

"Why are you having such a big reaction?" Tie Ningxiang came over and patted my back gently: "Don't think too much. My parents just want to thank you. I also told them about your rescue of Yiyi when we were in the hospital. Yes, you have been kind to us, so we should treat you to a meal."

"Can I refuse?" I made a sad face. If Tie Ningxiang's parents saw that I was the confused boy who "went to the wrong door", I would be a little embarrassed: "I saved you all casually. , forget about eating."

"It's just a family dinner. My mother has already bought the food." Tie Ningxiang's tone softened rarely, making it difficult to refuse.

"That's okay."

"I'll drive to pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening. See you there." Tie Ningxiang's mood suddenly improved and she walked out of the shop with a smile on her face.

I lit a low-quality cigarette and watched her leave. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing? The deeper the involvement, the more painful the loss. If one day my live broadcast fails, will she still remember me?

It was still a long time before dark. I originally planned to go to Blind Liu to discuss exchanging the formation. But when I thought that Taiyi Nobleman was what the Double-faced Buddha needed urgently, I changed my mind and took Bai Qi there. Qianding Pharmaceutical.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Secretary Zhang took me to Huang Boyuan's office. This old director had a full day schedule, and it was difficult to steal more than ten minutes of leisure.

"What are you here for? Has the cause of Huang Guanxing's death been found out?" While dealing with the thick documents on the table, Huang Boyuan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes: "I can't stand it anymore. I've only been reading for three hours, and my eyesight is dazzled. "

Although he has black hair, it is all dyed. Compared with twenty years ago, he is really old.

"Director Huang, I have been able to confirm that the murderer who killed Mr. Ling is undoubtedly the Double-Faced Buddha."

Huang Boyuan was not satisfied with my answer. He raised his hand and asked Secretary Zhang to make him a cup of good tea: "I asked you to investigate, not for such a general answer, I want to make sure it is a specific person. "

"Although the process is a bit complicated, I can tell you the name of the murderer. He is wanted by the police. His name is Lu Xing." I am very sure that Huang Guanxing's death is inseparable from Lu Xing: "This man is very dangerous. I I suggest you not to be impulsive."

Luxing cannot be dealt with by one person or a financial group. If you have to give a reason, the three words "Double-faced Buddha" are enough.

"You still want me to wait?" Huang Boyuan immediately understood what I meant.

"Yes, if I could, I would catch him myself."

"What can't I do? Are you here? The future is terrible." Huang Boyuan drank tea with a calm expression and didn't know what he was thinking: "If there is nothing else, you can leave. I am very busy."

He issued an eviction order, but I turned a deaf ear to it. What he was going to say next was the real topic: "Director Huang, do you still remember the wordless ancient painting we mentioned before?"

"I told you, that painting disappeared twenty years ago and can't be found at all!" Huang Boyuan was a little unhappy. What happened twenty years ago was a wound in his heart, and he didn't want others to talk about it. .

Looking directly into his eyes, I was not affected by his tone. I just followed his words and said, "I know where that painting is."

"What?!"

"Did Huang Xue sleep on a handmade small bed surrounded by four sides when she was a child?"

"How do you know?" Huang Boyuan couldn't keep himself calm. This was a secret he had kept in his heart for twenty years: "Yes, I was very poor at that time, so I could only make a small bed for her."

"The picture is under the cot."

After hearing this, Huang Boyuan stopped reading the business contract on the table and anxiously took me to the villa where he lived.

A very large house, ten times the size of the dilapidated rental house from twenty years ago.

There was a locked door on the second floor of the villa. Huang Boyuan asked the nanny to leave and opened the door himself. It was full of shabby and shabby furniture that was not worthy of his status.

He seemed to be familiar with everything. He walked into it and came to the very back where there was a rough wooden crib.

Twenty years have not left many marks on the wood, but the face of the person who made it has changed.

Huang Boyuan reached under the wooden bed and suddenly touched something in the compartment.

He took it out with trembling hands and shook out the scroll. On it was a fatal word written in blood.

"Wanjun..." Huang Boyuan seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. His body swayed, and if I hadn't supported him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

Waving his hands gently, he leaned against the wooden bed, slowly sat down on the ground, and read the poems on the scroll word by word.

"The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds. It's too hurried, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."

"The tears of rouge, the drunkenness of each other, how long will it last? It is natural that life will grow and hate the water forever!"