Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

dusk.

Fu Xindong stood in front of the window of the office.

It's past the time to get off work, and the setting sun in the western sky outside the window swayed down the last ray of afterglow, making the whole sky immersed in a faint blush.

Before you know it, summer is almost here.

The horizon in the distance is hazy and uneven, made uneven by several high-rise buildings rushing into the sky, like a curve drawn by someone with a pen.

The curve made Fu Xindong couldn't help but think of a painting in a pool of blood, and then he thought of a handsome boy with his front teeth bared.

It's just that the young man has grown into a rare and stunning figure in this world, and where there was a gap between his lips and teeth, a tooth as white as jade has already grown.

However, although the gap in his teeth was filled, it seemed that there was a deeper gap in his soul.

Can't even my own love fill in the gaps in the gap?

Fu Xindong placed the ashtray on the window sill, which was already full of cigarette butts.

The phone rang, it was Lin Fan.

"Haven't you come home yet, Boss, I saw your car when I picked it up just now."

"Yes." Fu Xindong looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I didn't have time to report to you when I came back in the afternoon. In the past few days, he...Ye Guizhou has been acting extremely abnormally. He often wakes up inexplicably in his dreams at night, doing all kinds of weird behaviors. From that appearance, he probably doesn't know himself. What he did was out of control again."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he paused, and then said, "Looking back, when the security guard was killed a few days ago, he was in the same state as he is now."

"Oh, I see."

Got it, got it... I seem to already know this seemingly mysterious connection.

Some people lose control of their emotions, and some people want to hurt others, but what can they do if they know?What about the evidence?

What can we do with the evidence, arrest him?

Fu Xindong felt that there was a dead breath in his chest, which could not go up or down, which made him feel like he was about to suffocate.

The phone rang again.

His heart beat violently.

It's Luo Xi.

"Uncle, the team has temporarily decided to go to Yanhui Mountain to shoot exterior scenes for a few days. Let's go now and grab the sunrise scene tomorrow morning."

"Oh, it's cold in the mountains, bring some thick clothes, don't wear thin clothes for the sake of beauty, you know?"

"Tch, you're not there, who will I show my beauty to? Don't worry, Viagra has brought an army coat, so you wait for me to come back at home obediently, don't stay up all night and smoke too much!"

"Well, I know. By the way, Yanhui Mountain is not very far away. Do I have to live there? I'm used to cuddling you. It's quite a long night. Sleeping alone is boring."

Fu Xindong only felt that a heart was like a hollow gourd floating in a pool, empty and falling, floating and sinking, unable to find the edge.

I don't know why, but he has a premonition so strong that he feels fear. Luo Xi will definitely return to Beijing North during the few days when he is out filming, and kill the old director of the orphanage... that may have hurt her. People who have surpassed Lianlian and even Luoxi himself.

So what should I do?

When Yan returned to a hotel at the foot of the mountain, Luo Xi was tossing and turning on the bed in her single room.

His hands were already a little numb under his head, and he pulled them back at this moment, rubbing the fingers of both hands together, and staring blankly at a small black spot at the corner of the roof.

On the snow-white wall, that small black spot looked very prominent.I don't know if it is a dead mosquito body or an unknown insect trapped in a transparent spider web.

In short, the blackness is so unnegligible in the snow-white, just like a person who has done bad things, no matter how many good things they do, they cannot completely erase the shadow they once had.

But what if the walls with black spots are repainted?

Can a thick layer of white powder or latex paint be used to turn the black into white and recreate a strange but clean self?

Yes, if we stop completely from now on, even if Fu Xindong has begun to doubt himself and believes that he has destroyed all the evidence, he may never be able to let him find evidence that can prove that he killed himself.

And myself, maybe I can stay with him forever.

Although... although the heart and heart may no longer be intimate, there has been a gap that cannot be filled.But no matter what, he could be by his side after all, never to be separated again.

You know, how much I love him, so much that I can think of nothing, and I will throw myself on him without hesitation to help him block the fatal shot.

At the moment when the bullet grazed the flesh, a thought that exploded like a firework flashed in my mind.Such a self with blood on his hands, if he can die for him, leave a scar like him on his body, and there is a person like him who will always miss him in the world, that's enough!

So, is it possible for such a person whom I deeply love to let myself rein in the precipice and completely leave those old nightmares behind?

No.

Yes, you can't.

Just like a person who has been soaked in hatred and twisted venom since he was a child, his nerves, his flesh and blood, and every cell of him are soaked in the nutrition from the venom, without that nutrition, he will not live long.

Those dilapidated images that are still dripping blood, those scenes that woke him up from nightmares every night, the helpless writhing and screaming of the beautiful girl under the beast, the bloody scene that was pushed down the stairs by himself. The flesh of his loved ones... Let him fade the blood on his cheeks every night, and forget the warmth in the world.Even lovers who love each other can't stop the curse brought to him by the night demon.

At that moment, it was as if Satan had possessed him, and the vampire was reborn.

That was already his fate, a fate beyond his own control.

He already knew about the itinerary arranged by the crew, so he secretly prepared a black car near the hotel.

In the night, the car drove quickly towards the north of Beijing.

the last one!

Yes, just one last tattoo, and that could end it all.

Tomorrow morning, if I can understand all of this smoothly... I only hope that after dawn, you will still be you, and I will still be me.

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Fu Xindong sat quietly in the ward opposite the old director, did not turn on the light, and did not move the cigarette that had been being squeezed in his hand.

It was already very late at night, and the sensor lights in the corridor had all been turned off, making it pitch black.

Most of the wards in this area are high-ranking patients like the old director of the orphanage. There are no tortured diseases such as skin trauma in the wards, and the patients will not stay up all night.

So at this time, the night, that is, the quiet night, seems to be no different from the night in other places.

But Fu Xindong knew that at this moment, this night was destined to be unsettled.

He was like a hunter who had calculated that the prey would come at any time, loaded his gun with live ammunition, and waited for the prey to step into his territory step by step.

But the crescent moon is like a hook, and the night is sultry. He seems to be a young boy whose heart is throbbing and looking forward to a date with his lover. Every minute and every second, the figure of his lover floats in front of his eyes.

A silent message came from the phone, and the screen flickered, it was Lin Fan.

"Boss, Ye Guizhou behaved extremely abnormally in the room just now, he was highly nervous, and now he has passed out."

It's time to come, it's finally here.

There were very light footsteps in the corridor late at night.

The dark yellow sensor light flickered for a moment, and then dimmed silently.

People walking slowly, their bodies and steps seem to be extremely light and agile.

She should look like a conscientious nurse, with a slender and slender figure, even in the north, she is also a rare model-like tall head among women.

Her hands were all in the front pockets of the white nurse's uniform. Every time she walked through a room, she would stop and take a serious look at the situation in the room through the small window on the door.

It seems that this is a nurse who is in charge of night shift routine rounds, probably because of her professionalism, she is trying her best to complete her work without disturbing the patients.

From the moment she walked into this corridor, Fu Xindong's eyes fell on her all the time.

He is indeed a natural actor, a stunner who is rewarded by the heavens.Dress up like anything, young or old, male or female.

He felt beads of hot sweat seep out of his right hand holding the gun that had never been seen in any previous ambush.

At this moment, such a thought popped out of his brain, "A person who can act like this, in the bed where he and I are in love with each other, did the things he did and said, did they come from the heart, or did they come from the heart?" ...Actor-like acting skills?"

Fu Xindong clenched his teeth and stared at the figure that was getting closer.Sweat dripped from forehead to palm.

The nurse in white walked gently to the door of the old dean's ward.

She turned her head slightly, and only a pair of eyes shining in the dark night were exposed on her masked face.She glanced behind her. The corridor was empty and dead silent.

She looked in through the small window, and after a while, as if she had confirmed something, she gently opened the door of the ward.

The old dean on the bed seemed to be in a deep sleep, motionless.

The slender figure quickly walked to the bed, and finally pulled out the right hand that was always in the pocket of the nurse's uniform. In the darkness, a cold light could be seen flashing.

The sharp knife was hanging in the air, and under the faint moonlight, Luo Xi had already discovered that the person lying on the bed was a dummy.

His heart moved, but before he turned around, a hard gun barrel was already pressed against his waist.

He suddenly laughed softly, that voice was as lazy and seductive as when two people collided at an altitude of [-] meters.

"Uncle, the hardest thing on your body is not just the egg."