Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

There was a serene smile on his face.

Unknowingly, his finger that slid the screen of the phone suddenly froze in mid-air and didn't move for a long time.

His complexion seemed to be a little dazed, as if the blood on his face was slowly sucked away by an invisible funnel, leaving only a line of mournful whiteness.

On the screen of the phone was a photo of the murder scene reproduced by Fu Xindong.

The floor of the room in the photo has a puddle of dried blood that has turned dark brown.There was a withered hand in the bloodstain, and a strange pattern was drawn in the bloodstain, and there was a word "harm" and a small stroke.

Luo Xi seemed a little inexplicably surprised, maybe after looking at countless beautiful landscape pictures and photos of himself and Xiao Le siblings having fun, suddenly such a bloody picture appeared, which made him unable to understand for a while. accept.

His eyes narrowed slowly, and the pupils were hidden deeper and deeper behind thick eyelashes.The corners of the mouth that were always upturned are now slightly downward, revealing a nervous tension.

If Fu Xindong woke up at this time and saw his appearance, he might have mistaken him for Ye Guizhou standing in front of him at the first moment.

Fu Xindong really woke up, probably because he had consumed too much last night, and he felt an indescribable thirst in his sleep.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and there seemed to be a figure sitting in front of him, he shook his head, it was Luo Xi.

He grabbed his hand, "What are you doing?"

The boy took advantage of the situation and lay in his arms, shaking his hand holding the phone in front of him, "Looking at your phone's photo album."

Fu Xindong pressed his stubble-covered chin to the boy's face and rubbed it vigorously, making him sway from side to side uncontrollably.

"Don't make trouble, you're going to stab me to death, uncle!"

Luo Xi was made painful and itchy by his hard stubble, and the pale complexion on her face returned to a faint flush at this moment.

"Is it stabbed to death?" Fu Xindong firmly fixed his face in front of him, stabbed him twice with his chin, and couldn't help biting a few mouthfuls on his lips, "I stabbed him so hard last night. Big needles don’t hurt, now you’re starting to pretend to be tender, right?”

As he spoke with a smirk, he put his head next to Luoxi's ear again, and gently blew hot air on his earlobe.

"Damn it, you're too rascal."

Luo Xi glared at him with a suppressed smile, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pinch his nipples.

"Damn it, you're trying to kill yourself, aren't you! Oh, oh, I'm pinched, take it easy, the old **** hurts!"

While humming shamelessly, the man reached out and grabbed Luo Xi's hand, pressing it on top of his dick, "Rub it for me!"

The phone in Luo Xi's hand was dropped on the bed by the two of them, and the screen that was already black was vibrated, and the brightness was automatically restored.

The photo of an arm stretched across the black bloodstains flashed in front of the two of them in the light.

"What kind of photo is this? It looks scary enough."

Luo Xi grabbed the phone back into her hand, thought for a while, and put it in Fu Xindong's hand again.

Fu Xindong's face slowly darkened. He stared at the withered arm in the phone photo, and subconsciously hugged Luo Xi tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that he would be suddenly grabbed into the screen by that hand. .

"This is the scene of the serial murder case. The deceased is my master. He is the old political commissar of the Public Security Bureau. His neck was cut by that pervert."

Fu Xindong felt the body of the boy in his arms tremble, as if frightened by the bloody scene.