Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

Fu Xindong was already familiar with the patterns and characters on the photos, but he still carefully read them on the screen of his mobile phone.

His right hand stroked lightly on the quilt in front of him, back and forth.

What he wrote was a nickname-like name that the old dean repeatedly mentioned in his ravings, Huo Yazi.

Fu Xindong himself didn't know why these three words immediately came to mind when he saw the photos on his phone.

"Huoyazi...Huoyazi..." He silently read the name that sounded like a child's nickname. Suddenly, his eyes were tightly closed, and his fingers were scratching on the quilt. It suddenly hit his leg, trembling, with a strange feeling of excitement or fear that he didn't know.

At this moment, as if he knew what God knew, he already understood what the old political commissar had written and drawn with his own blood.

It turned out that the addition of a small apostrophe to the evil character was the beginning of an unfinished "Huo" character.

Come to think of it, after the carotid artery was cut off, the old political commissar could only write more than half of Chinese characters with all his strength.At the last moment of his life, he should have drawn a curve with the last bit of strength left in his body.

The curve is not a continuous mountain peak, and the depression is not a valley, it should be a row of teeth with gaps in a person.

Everything seems to have been revealed.

So, who is this boy who was called Guojiang in the orphanage and bared his front teeth in his youth, and where is his family now?

Fu Xindong's eyes slowly fell on Luo Xi who was on the side.

He slept soundly, and one arm stretched out from under the quilt, revealing smooth skin and graceful lines.

Fu Xindong gently lifted the arm and slowly stuffed it back into the quilt.

Probably the temperature on his hands was a little cold, the boy seemed to notice it in his sleep, frowned, turned around, and swiped his left arm around him, as if he was looking for someone.

Fu Xindong knew that the person he was looking for was himself.

He hurriedly got back under the quilt, and used his strong chest to meet the boy who seemed a little lonely in his dream.

The moment the boy's arm reached him, the frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he returned to a deep sleep with even breathing.

Fu Xindong gently stroked Luo Xi's arm, feeling his delicate jade-like skin texture, and the fragmented ravings from the old dean's mouth emerged in his mind.

Those ramblings that sounded weird and seemed to be rambling, but in the voice of a man with a strong body and endless desires, he could hear the clues of it all at once.

Those strange low whispers full of nostalgia for the girl's skin and body seemed to be filled with the manifestation of a man's lust.

Although his body has aged to the extreme, and his spirit is like winter's rot, the ambiguous words related to the girl's body have revealed the dirty desires this man once had.

Fu Xindong clenched his fists hard, his eyebrows and eyes were almost wrinkled into an angry line.

What kind of fate has happened to that beautiful girl named Lianlian, the little one in the orphanage, and where is she now?

Starting from the old political commissar who was murdered first, Fu Xindong thought of the tattered king, the father and son of the supermarket, the chef of the orphanage, the security guard, and the old director.

These men are all inextricably linked with the orphanage either far or near, directly or indirectly.

They all lived or worked around the orphanage, or worked inside the orphanage themselves, and they all had countless opportunities to get in touch with that beautiful and weak girl.

These men... He suddenly thought of the kind face of the old political commissar, and couldn't help but exert a little force, shaking his head, as if he wanted to throw that face out of his brain.

These men who had their genitals cut off by the murderer, even in their old age, most of them continued to find young ladies to vent their animal desires. What did they do to the poor girl back then?

Thinking of that poor girl, the shadow of the boy named Huoyazi jumped out suddenly.

At that moment, Fu Xindong felt as if someone had suddenly pressed a huge stone on his chest, and he was so stuffy that he needed to open his mouth wide to catch his breath.

Yes, at the same age as a flower, and at the same age as a top person in the orphanage, that boy, come to think of it, must have been as handsome and lovely as an angel back then. What is the difference between men and women, for them, the flowers worth destroying are indistinguishable from male to female.

Fu Xindong felt that fire was about to burst out of his eyes.

With trembling corners of his mouth, he slowly moved his face closer to the sleeping young man beside him, and imprinted an affectionate kiss on his cheek with fine down.

He sat up slowly, recalling Ye Guizhou's nervous but real and terrifying dreams in his mind.

He thought of his last words.He said that he dreamed that his closest self was constantly wandering around a hospital, peeping and lurking.

The extremely familiar figure appeared in front of Fu Xindong's eyes, and that figure overlapped with Ye Guizhou, almost indistinguishable from each other.

He seemed to see that figure smiling slightly in front of the raging fire of the orphanage in the suburbs, and then peeking out secretly in the darkest corner of the hospital, raising his face towards the ward.

Fu Xindong suddenly closed his eyes. At this moment, he realized that he didn't dare to look at the imaginary face.

He tilted his head. For some reason, the moon outside the window was particularly bright. It shone in through the thin window screen, as if he wanted to see if the people in this room had slept peacefully.

Fu Xindong lifted the quilt covering himself and Luo Xi very lightly, and his body got under the bed a little bit.

He didn't put down the quilt, but slowly moved Luo Xi's body.

The sleeping boy let out a soft moan, turned sideways, his breathing was still so calm and long.

Fu Xindong silently took his mobile phone and switched it to the shooting mode. In the camera, Luo Xi's white and smooth waist, and a row of rouge-like tattoos that looked weird under the moonlight.

He firmly pressed the camera button.

The quilt was put on Luo Xi's body again, Fu Xindong glanced at his sleeping back, then slowly exited the bedroom and came to the study.

While waiting for the computer to turn on, he looked at the photos he had just taken one by one.

Although the lights were not turned on, the moonlight was already bright enough, and every tattoo on Luoxi's body was photographed particularly clearly, every line, every branch, could be clearly seen in the lens.

It turned out that the tattoo designs that looked almost the same to the cold eyes only found subtle differences when they looked carefully.

The computer was turned on, and Fu Xindong quickly imported the photos from the mobile phone into the computer, and quickly searched with the query software.

The results displayed by the computer are very simple.

All the patterns are numbers in ancient Sanskrit, just like the knowledge that Chinese primary school students learned on the first day of mathematics class, these patterns mean in Sanskrit: 1, 2, 3, 4...

Fu Xindong sat silently in front of the computer. At this moment, there was no expression on his face.

But in the bottom of his heart, there was a voice asking himself in a low voice.

"When will the next number appear on this alluring body?"

He turned off the computer, but he still didn't want to stand up, and just sat there silently.

"Uncle, go to sleep, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Luo Xi's voice suddenly rang out at the door of the study, the voice was calm and indifferent, it didn't sound like someone who just woke up.

Fu Xindong was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the blacked out computer screen, and slowly stood up.

Luo Xi at the door of the study had been standing leaning against the door, her eyes downcast, as if she was looking at her own feet.

Hearing the sound of Fu Xindong standing up, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Fu Xindong quickly chased after him, and put his arms around the boy's waist from his body.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an unspeakable guilt towards this boy.

Although, he didn't know why he felt guilty at all.

That night, Fu Xindong hugged Luo Xi tightly in his arms all the time, without sleep all night.

In the morning, Fu Xindong watched Luo Xi get into Yang Wei's car and waved to himself, and he also waved vigorously to that beautiful figure.

Until Yang Wei's car drove a long way, he didn't move away from the eyes that had been following the car.

A car on the side honked loudly several times, but Fu Xindong didn't look back, knowing that Lin Fan's car had arrived.

"Boss, hurry up and get in the car, and look again, it will become a wife-watching stone!"

Lin Fan, who rolled down half of the car window, was breathing smoke, and his eyes had just turned away from the last shadow of Yang Wei's car.

Fu Xindong got into the car and lit a cigarette.

"Driving?"

He blew out a smoke ring and turned his head to look at Lin Fan who hadn't started the car.

"Boss, awesome, I found a sister-in-law who looks exactly like Ye Guizhou without anyone noticing, no wonder I have a face of excessive sex every day, alas!"

Lin Fan's mouth was poor, but his eyes seemed to have mixed feelings. He didn't know what he thought of. At the end, he sighed heavily.

Fu Xindong gave him a sidelong glance, "Drive fast! If you are capable of finding it yourself, and have sex every day, don't make fun of me by being too fucking uncomfortable."

When the car drove out of the alleyway of the community, Fu Xindong looked away from the window, "Tell me, where do you think there might be photos of those two children besides the burned files of the orphanage?"

Lin Fan stared at the road ahead without turning his head, "Boss, tell me where to drive, you have already thought of the answer if you ask me that, right?"

"Hey, boy, you know me, go to the road ahead, turn left, the old political commissar's house!"

Lin Fan nodded deeply, and stepped on the accelerator suddenly.

The old political commissar's house has already been tidied up. Although there is everyone there, it still looks clean.However, Fu Xindong felt that he could still smell an indescribable smell of blood.

In the bookcase in the bedroom of the old political commissar, Fu Xindong and Lin Fan found a thick stack of photo albums that were common in the past.

Fu Xindong was the first to pull out a red suede album with a kitten on the cover.

Intuition convinced him that this photo album should contain Jiang Feng's photos.

really.

When he turned to the middle page of the album, Fu Xindong stopped his trembling hands suddenly.