The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 544 Fatal live broadcast (6)

  After hearing Yiyuan's analysis to himself, Sang Jian suddenly smiled.

   "Do you think that Y may be the protagonist?"

  Yuan was stunned.

  Maybe!

   In this way, Y also indirectly killed Yan Xiu.

   Conforms to the law of the protagonist killing the villain!

   No wonder Y hides so deeply, no one has found out his identity yet, it turns out that it is the aura of the protagonist!

   Squeak—

  While the two were analyzing the plot, Sang Jian suddenly heard the sound of opening a window above his head.

  Sang Jian stopped and looked up.

  The balcony window covered with ivy was forcibly pushed open. The wooden window was in disrepair for many years and was rickety.

  A man who looked to be in his early twenties was standing at the window, looking out.

  He is very delicate, with three-dimensional features, and his chestnut hair is slightly curly, and he looks like a mixed race.

  A pair of light blue pupils, as if born with a chill.

  Yan Xiu was looking at the scenery outside, but was attracted by Sang Jian downstairs.

  The two looked at each other, and Sang Jian smiled at him.

  Yan Xiu upstairs was slightly dazed, not understanding why this woman was smiling at him.

  Is he going to return her a smile too?

  Yan Xiu had some resistance in his heart. After some ideological struggle, he still showed a "smile" towards Sang Jian on his expressionless face.

  Sang Jian didn't care how forced his smile was, she said: "The others have gone to the hotel to rest, do you want to go?"

  Yan Xiu shook his head, but did not speak.

  Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, "Then let's look for clues together?"

  Yan Xiu frowned, not really wanting to act with others.

  He pursed his lips with a look of disapproval.

   But still did not refuse aloud.

   And hope that Sang Jian can understand the resistance on his face.

  It's a pity that Sang Jian "doesn't understand".

  She raised her leg and walked towards the small western building, "I'll take it as your acquiescence if you don't speak? I'm coming up!"

  Yan Xiu: "..."

  When I saw this woman during the day, didn't she still look like a stranger? Why did she become so friendly in the evening?

  …

  Sang Jian entered the small western-style building, but the inside was still dim, and he could only see a vague shadow of everything.

  She fumbled up to the second floor. The door of the bedroom on the second floor was open. In addition, Yan Xiu opened the window, and the setting sun came in from the window, illuminating the whole room.

   Sang Jian walked in, but Yan Xiu was still standing by the window, looking outside.

   It's just that the expression on the face is not very good-looking.

  Sang Jian took a look at the room under the setting sun, it looked like a child's room.

  There are dolls everywhere, too long time has passed, some of them have already been eaten by mice, or a layer of dust has lost their original appearance.

  Sang Jian didn't go to Yanxiu's side, but walked to the closet and opened the closet.

  Clah—

   A bunch of dolls rolled out of the closet.

  Sang Jian hurriedly took two steps back, stretched out his hand to brush the ashes in front of him.

  Hearing the movement, Yan Xiu glanced back from the window.

  Can't help but ask aloud: "What are you doing?"

  Although he is of mixed race, he can speak Chinese very well, as if he grew up in China.

  Sang Jian said calmly: "I want to see who lives in this room."

  It's a pity that the wardrobe is not filled with clothes, but a bunch of dolls.

   There are also rag dolls and dolls. All kinds of dolls are piled up together, and the picture is quite shocking.

  (end of this chapter)