Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

When Fu Xindong and Lin Fan entered the room, they quickly looked at each other.

Jiang Feng, who was wearing a hospital gown, was standing on the bed shaking his head and muttering something. When he saw two men in police uniforms coming in, she ignored them and walked from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, then turned around and walked back.

Her eyes were fixed on the ground, and her short-cut hair made her look coldly like a thin man. There was always a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, and occasionally she laughed out loud.

Although he couldn't hear what she was saying, Fu Xindong keenly saw the faint tears in her eye sockets.

Aunt Liu, the old nanny who had been taking care of Jiang Feng at Jiang's house for some time, already recognized Fu Xindong. Seeing him and Lin Fan coming in, she hurried over to say hello.

"Officer Fu..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the old lady's eye circles were already red, one hand tremblingly grasped Fu Xindong's hand, and the other hand was busy wiping away the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

The sobbing sound of the old lady and Jiang Feng's state made Fu Xindong and Lin Fan's faces even more ugly.

Fu Xindong has read the investigation materials provided by Lin Fan before.Aunt Liu and Jiang Feng have been living in the hospital these days. The old political commissar will come to the hospital every two days to bring some fruits and Jiang Feng's favorite snacks.The day when the incident happened was already the third day, but the old political commissar never came, and he never answered the phone.

Aunt Liu was worried that Lao Jiang was also a bit old, and worried that he might be sick, so she called her son to visit Jiang's house. Unexpectedly, her son couldn't knock on the door when he arrived at Jiang's house, but he came from outside the door. Then I smelled a rare peculiar smell in the house, and felt scared for a while, so I called the police.

Fu Xindong patted Aunt Liu's hand, "Don't worry, Auntie, we know that well, by the way, did you tell Xiaofeng about Commissar Jiang's affairs?"

Aunt Liu shook her head, "I didn't dare to tell this girl, she was already sick and physically weak, even though her head was not working well, I was afraid that it would irritate her, but for some reason last night, she seemed to suddenly understand What, grabbed me and asked if my dad was dead, and I wondered if some doctor or nurse might have slipped her tongue. Hey, this kid didn’t sleep much all night, crying and laughing, not to mention how pitiful he is! Officer Fu, that murderer who deserves a thousand knives, you must catch him!"

Fu Xindong walked slowly in front of Jiang Feng. At this moment, she seemed to be quieter, no longer walking around, but staring at the wall beside the bed in a daze.

"Xiaofeng, I'm Brother Fu, I'm here to see you!"

Jiang Feng turned his head, turned his dull eyes on Fu Xindong's face, and grinned, "You are stupid again, you forgot, you always call me Sister Feng, you little idiot!"

She walked gently from the bedside to Fu Xindong, looked down at him, and touched the epaulet on his police uniform, "My dad is dead, why are you here, don't arrest him, he is a good man, good job Man, my dad is a great man!"

Fu Xindong gently grabbed her thin and pale hand, "Your father is a good man," he nodded vigorously, "I know, Xiaofeng, don't worry!"

He turned and walked out of the ward quickly.

After Lin Fan asked Aunt Liu some questions according to the two people's previous ideas, he saw Fu Xindong standing in front of the window in the corridor, quietly smoking a cigarette.

"Finished asking?" Fu Xindong took a puff of smoke without turning around.

"Well, my aunt said that no strangers have come to the house recently, and the old political commissar looks very normal." Lin Fan also took out a cigarette and lit it, "Boss, it's the same sentence, you have to take it easy."

Fu Xindong didn't make a sound, turned around and walked outside.

The parking lot of the hospital was rarely congested at the moment. Fu Xindong shifted into gear and started to reverse the car. An elderly security guard walked by in front of his car. His thin back in uniform made him startled suddenly. It seemed that the hair in the photo flashed before his eyes. The gray old man.

"Boom!" Fu Xindong and Lin Fan looked at each other, and the car smashed into a car driving behind.

The two got out of the car, and the driver of the car behind and the passenger in the co-driver jumped out of the car in a hurry.

The car was a very handsome silver Porsche.

The driver was a middle-aged man with an honest face. He frowned when he saw the broken bumper, and looked up at another person.The man was thin, in a slim black suit, with short hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a pale complexion. He looked very delicate.

It's just that the person with this delicate face has a long line of words when he opens his mouth.

"How did you drive the car, Comrade policeman? Fortunately, our master is an old driver. He has quick hands and eyes, and the shave is not heavy. If this is all because of your skills, you will not hit the flashing edge! Alas, watching other American blockbusters Li's police speeding skills, and our police uncle's driving skills, tsk tsk, I'm convinced! By the way, Master Ding, you've got bad luck early in the morning. Don't forget to burn the pillars and incense to eliminate it later. Eliminate mildew, you know!"

The man turned around the front of the car, looked left and right with his glasses lifted, and complained to Fu Xindong and Lin Fan with an annoyed expression on his face.

After she said these words, Fu Xindong and Lin Fan realized that this person was actually a young woman dressed in neutral clothes.

Fu Xindong was already uncomfortable, and he had accidentally made a mistake. Seeing that the complainer was a woman, he kept silent, leaned on the car, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Lin Fan nodded to the woman, "Let's go out of danger, your car is estimated to be too small for 200 million yuan, and you can't do it privately."

The woman looked at the watch on her wrist, "Are you in danger? How long will you have to wait! Tell you officers, comrades, our time is money, who has time to spend time here with the officer! Well, you are also a knowledgeable person." , take 5000 yuan to our master to repair the car, let’s take a break, what should we do, OK”

Fu Xindong exhaled a smoke ring into the sky and snorted.

Lin Fan glanced at the woman, "Be careful what you say, if you have something to say, we are performing official duties, who is killing time with you?"

The woman's eyes widened, "Who are you kidding, sir, what kind of official duties are you doing in the hospital early in the morning? Don't let us little taxpayers say that you use your bus for private use, okay? Hurry up and pay, we I really don't have time to spend here with you."

Hearing what she said, Lin Fan simply took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it unhurriedly, leaned against the car with Fu Xindong, and blew smoke rings at each other.

"you…"

The woman stretched out her fingers, and just about to argue with the two black-faced men, the rear window of the Porsche was rolled down, revealing a man's face.

"Sister Zeng, is it worth haggling with them about such a trivial matter? If you want such a small amount of money, you can earn a few cars, get in the car!"

Both Fu Xindong and Lin Fan's eyes were attracted by the man's clear and deep voice.

The car window was half rolled down, revealing only the upper half of the man's face, the cold and indifferent eyes seemed to pass directly through himself and Lin Fan, empty and direct.

Fu Xindong's heart skipped a beat for no reason. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Ye Guizhou's face, but the car window blocked the corner of his mouth. Looking at it coldly, it seemed that it could also be the face of that man named Luo Xi.

Ye Guizhou's indifferent eyes met the two policemen in the air, stopped for a while, and then quickly rolled up the window.

The woman Ye Guizhou called Sister Zeng muttered unwillingly, glared at Fu Xindong and Lin Fan, and got into the car with the driver.

Lin Fan kept watching the Porsche disappear from the intersection in front of him, and then he looked back, stretched out his foot and stamped out the cigarette butt that had burned to the end before he knew it.

Fu Xindong walked around to the back of the car, glanced at the damaged rear bumper, and kicked the tire with his foot, "Hey, you bastard is awesome enough, kissed the big star's Porsche with your ass!"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, "When did you become a groupie and recognize celebrities? Is this the singer or movie star named Ye? He looks really good, but he's so early in the morning. This hospital is here, so it’s not just a psychiatric department!”

Fu Xindong sat in the driver's seat, "It's hard to say, such a beautiful Porsche is hit by someone and still looks like a normal person, maybe the brain is not normal!"

Lin Fan followed and sat in, "You're going to lose, boss!"

The car drove for a while, Lin Fan crossed his arms as if he was thinking about something, after a while he turned his face, "The star is really fucking rich, he doesn't even ask for compensation, it seems like he owes him a favor. "

Fu Xindong snorted, "If you feel you owe him your car, you can pay it back."

Lin Fan: "..."

The car drove to the intersection near the Beijing Municipal Bureau, and the light was red.

Fu Xindong, who hadn't spoken much all the way, suddenly turned his head, "You just said that the person surnamed Ye is good-looking?"

Lin Fan squinted at him, "What's wrong? He's quite handsome."

Fu Xindong seemed to have thought of something, and a smile flickered inexplicably in his eyes staring at the signal light, "No wonder rich people like to look for celebrities, it's fucking different, some are not only handsome, but also smell strange, Really exciting!"

Lin Fan almost put his whole face on Fu Xindong's: "What's so strange? Boss... Are you okay? After returning from the last trip to Huangshan, I became weird. Don't bump into a coquettish vixen who has been practicing for thousands of years in the mountains. Come on!"

"Hmph, if a vixen really falls into my hands, brother will take him in!"

Fu Xindong stepped on the accelerator, and the police car drove towards the gate of the Public Security Bureau.

late at night.

Ye Guizhou lay lazily on the sofa in the living room, and pressed the remote control on the TV in a daze.

When the signal was transferred to a certain urban film and television channel, his hand suddenly stopped.On the screen was the vicissitudes and gloomy face of an elderly man.

He seemed to have found interest, and moved his body forward slightly.

It was a suspense and horror movie "Hunting Desire", which was very popular at the end of last year. He played the leading role in it, and at the age of 23, he challenged the image of an elderly person who was over sixty years old. The sensation created a lot of topics and heat.

It turned out that the old face on the screen was exactly himself with makeup on.

Ye Guizhou stared at the face that seemed to have traveled through time and space, and watched his back slowly move forward in the dark night. When the music played in the film, there seemed to be a wind blowing outside the window, and he suddenly felt a burst of irresistible sleepy.

I don't know when, whether it was on the screen or in a dream, that old figure with hobbled steps seemed to have gone far, far away, so far that he only knew that he was in a slightly dilapidated residential area, but It's like it's never been here.

The sky is like old ashes at the bottom of a pot, so black that there is no shadow of the moon and stars.The wind seemed to be getting stronger, almost covering the sound of his footsteps on the tree-lined road in the community.A nocturnal cat jumped out of his side. He was startled, and waved his arms to dodge, only to realize that he was wearing two black gloves on his raised hands.

He was just about to wipe off the inexplicable cold sweat on his forehead with his gloved hand, but he found a woman walking out of a unit in the residential building next to him.

Eyes slightly adapted to the darkness blinked in the dark, and through the dim light of a few houses upstairs, one could see that the woman was about forty years old, and the white face that had been painted with inferior cosmetics was gone now. Some flowers are here and there, like a trampled open space after snowfall.

Her obese body was wriggling on the half-heeled leather shoes, and she could tell from the exaggerated swing of her hips that she was a woman who was never shy about revealing and expressing her physical resources.

"Old thing, I only got 20 yuan after working with my mother for two hours, what a fucking fuck!"

While cursing, the woman opened the small bag in her hand, put the one big and one small bills stuffed in the bra into the bag, and rummaged through it again, "I'm a forced old man, the powder box is in the old thing That's it!"

She turned around and looked up at the old building without elevators. She probably thought the floors were too high, so she hesitated for a while and said to herself, "This old thing is so hot, I have to come here in less than three days." , take it when the time comes."

The woman mumbled as she turned the dark alley, and finally couldn't see the plump figure, but left a choking fragrance in the air.

In the dark corner, he watched the woman leave, put down his hand covering his nose, and raised his head to look at the top floor of that unit, where there was a dim yellow light on.

He flashed into the unit door silently, and stayed in the corner for a moment.The black sneakers were covered with black stockings, and on the black mask was a pair of black eyes that suddenly became excited.In the dark night, only the blade in the black glove was shining with a faint blue light.

The feet in silk stockings walked quickly on the stairs, which seemed to be out of tune with the seemingly vicissitudes of the back.

When he reached the top floor, he took a long breath and knocked on the door lightly.

The people inside didn't even ask, and the people outside the door heard the "slap" sound of the slippers stepping on the tiles as they walked towards the door. They probably knew that the woman who had just left dropped something, so there was no slightest concern. Accident.

The people outside the door didn't seem to have any surprises, and their eyes narrowed slowly with the sound of footsteps.

The door opened, and the black gloves covered his terrified mouth like lightning.

A cheap powder box used by a woman fell on the ground, and the half-used powder cake fell to the ground, turning into fine white powder, mixed in the blood flowing from the carotid artery to the ground, and quickly lost its original whiteness. .

The hairy legs, not even wearing shorts, twitched on the ground, like a chicken that had just had its throat cut.

Youlan's blade slowly stretched out between the two blood-stained thighs, separated, raised, and swung out forcefully.

In the slightly squinted eyes, it seems to see the sharp teeth of the wild dog.

Outside the window, the night is as thick as the blackened blood on the ground, and it is also like a frightening dream of a lost soul.

When Ye Guizhou suddenly woke up with wild dog-like roars, he found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom strangely at some point, dripping with cold sweat.

The broadcast signal of the TV channel in the living room has stopped, only the black and white snowflakes are rustling and screaming, and the magic sound like a mad dog gnawing seems to come from here.

Two days after seeing Jiang Feng in the hospital, Fu Xindong returned to his residence after get off work was obviously a bit late.

On his way home, he found himself involuntarily driving the car into the neighborhood where the old political commissar lived.

It is a relatively central location in Beijing City in terms of space. In the era when the city has not developed as fast as it is now, it used to be the location of many municipal departments and units.

With the transformation of the society and the upsurge of the commercial tide, this area was also one of the first areas to enter the relocation and development. At that time, as many offices were relocated, a large residential area was built here. The home of the old political commissar in one of the neighborhoods.

Many of the people living in this area were relocated households in those days, a mixed bag of good and bad people, distributed at all levels of society.Over the years, although there have been no vicious cases in this area, it has always been one of the more complicated areas in northern Beijing.

Fu Xindong's car drove through the criss-crossed alleys between the neighborhoods, and was occasionally blocked by a few old women chatting hand in hand in the middle of the road. He was not in a hurry, so he took out a cigarette and lit it, and patiently looked at the people outside the car window. Pedestrians come and go.

The car circled around the area near the old political commissar's house. Before he knew it, the sky in the north had completely darkened.A large drop of liquid fell on the windshield, which made Fu Xindong startled for a moment, before he suddenly remembered that this was the first spring rain this year.

Seeing the soundless traces of raindrops sliding on the glass, Fu Xindong suddenly had an impulse that only existed in his student days.He parked the car in a relatively deep alley, put down the seat, lay down deeply, and closed his slightly dry eyes.

At this moment, he wanted to listen to the sound of raindrops beating on the car window seriously and attentively, because the sound was thin and persistent, cold and affectionate, and reminded him of some past events and people inexplicably.

In a daze, on this rainy spring night, in the car with the lights off, Officer Fu, who hadn't slept well for several days, quietly fell asleep.

The street lamps in the alley radiated a faint yellow light in the rain and fog. Fu Xindong rubbed his eyes, and the sudden chill after the rain woke him up.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he regained consciousness from his chaotic nerves. It turned out that he had slept for a long time.

After rubbing his cold fingers, Fu Xindong started the car and drove towards the entrance of the alley in the dim light of the street lamp.

This is an intersection hidden in an alley. The night was really deep, and there was no one on the dark street. Fu Xindong subconsciously stepped up the accelerator.

A figure happened to run out from another small road. The dark night and cold rain covered his eyes wearing a rain hat. The person was probably in a hurry to pass through this intersection, and he didn't see the car rushing over at all, "Boom" With a loud sound, Fei Pao's body bumped into Fu Xindong's side window without any warning, and immediately fell to the ground.

"Oops!" Fu Xindong felt his heart jumping in his throat, and stepped on the brake.

"What the hell is going on, bumped into one after another!"

Apart from a trace of subconscious annoyance, Fu Xindong didn't have time to think about anything more, quickly turned off the engine, jumped out of the car in two or three steps, and ran to the person who fell down.

Lying in the muddy water on the ground was a man.

He was wearing a black hooded tracksuit and sneakers, lying on his back on the ground, motionless.

Although it was impossible to see whether this person had any serious injuries for a while, under his hat-wearing head, it could be seen that the thin rain had already diluted a pool of bright red blood.

Fu Xindong knelt down calmly, and put his fingers under his nose. Fortunately, the warm breath sprayed evenly on the skin of his fingers, neither urgent nor weak.

Under the rain hat was an extremely handsome face, the smooth skin was stained with a horrible bloodstain, which almost blurred half of the white face.

The light from the street lamp pierced through the rain and fog and shone on the two men in front of the car, revealing the extremely surprised look in Fu Xindong's eyes.

It was a face he could count on.

Under the dim light, that face looked indifferent and helpless, probably due to blood loss, and the corners of the tightly pursed mouth were slightly downward, as if enduring great pain.

This is Ye Guizhou's face.

The author has something to say: If life is just as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan?