The general delivered to the door [entertainment]

Mu Feng died, inexplicably.

One moment he was chatting and laughing at the dinner party, and the next second he was crushed into a pool of meatloaf. The obese corpse was hastily buried beside the earthen building in the wilderness. Several wild dogs swayed around the leftover blood. He casually picked up a few pieces of meaty bones that had fallen here and there, and waddled away.

Mu Feng stared at the dogs for a long time, and greeted their old mothers in his heart, then squatted down and looked at the small hill where he was buried with complicated emotions.

The child is speechless and confused, but who can tell him now, what the hell is going on?

Mu Feng seriously recalled what happened last night.

Han Qing invited himself to his birthday party. That kid is now considered a superstar, and the title of best actor has been softened. Of course, his help from Mu Feng is indispensable behind this.After all, that guy was also a character who warmed his bed since he debuted at the age of 18. Mu Feng felt that he couldn't justify not needing snacks. He praised him as much as he could for more than ten years, and he never frowned when he threw money at him.Fortunately, that kid is also very competitive, he grasps every opportunity firmly, and he deserves the status he has now.

Mu Feng subconsciously wanted to rub the center of his brows, but when he lowered his eyes to see that his raised fingers were almost transparent, he couldn't help but cursed again, then threw his hands away and stared at the wall of the earth building to continue thinking.

The dinner was over...then I called my assistant and asked him to pick me up...and then what?

There was a burst of intense shouting in his head like lightning and flint.

'ah!what are you doing? ! '

'What are you doing!It was you, a fat pig, who killed you! '

'Who are you? !Who ordered you! '

'Hey, you know how much blood is on your hands!I'm not the only one who wants to kill you! '

'stop!You—ah! ! '

'go to hell! ! '

Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, and his mind gradually became clear.

He knows better than anyone how much filth has been hidden in the bloody roads he has traveled for decades from being a gangster on the street to his current position. From the beginning of a third-rate dance hall to the present, the entertainment industry in the entire mainland can be called his own pocket. What he experienced, or lost in the middle, was by no means comparable to those brilliance and glory. He knew that he had made countless enemies, but so what?Sooner or later, it’s just a dead word, no matter how unhappy life is, how can I be worthy of the pain of more than 20 years of struggle.

Sooner or later, it's just a word of death...death?

Mu Feng raised his hand to touch his arm, and sure enough, it penetrated directly without feeling anything.The body is neither hot nor cold, and the whole person seems to be empty, and every step is light.

what is this?Do you want to die?Ghost?

Mu Feng couldn't help but sneer.

I have worked hard for more than 20 years, and in the end it is just such a pile of loess. It is ridiculous that I have given up too many things in exchange for those brilliance, and I don’t feel a little bit of nostalgia when I die.Heh, it's really sad that I've lived my life. A dead person doesn't have anything worth worrying about... or anyone.

What an extravagant and decadent life.

Mu Feng hooked his mouth, raised his foot and kicked the dirt bag, but his body still penetrated directly, the soles of his feet seemed to be twitching in the air stupidly, he was silent for a while, and finally shrugged boringly, Turned away.

He walked a few steps in boredom, he didn't know where he was going, after living for forty years, this was the first time he had "dead".I have done a lot of bad things, I guess it will not end well, maybe my soul will be scattered, and I have made some contributions to social harmony.

But then again... what the hell are dead people supposed to do?Wouldn't it just keep wandering around like this, wandering until the end of time?It would be better to be out of your wits, and be bored to death.

Mu Feng was meditating boredly, when he suddenly felt a slight vibration under his feet, he subconsciously lowered his head, and saw an abandoned mobile phone lying alone beside his feet—oh, his own mobile phone.

It fell during the battle yesterday?Who can look for me at this time?

Mu Feng rarely squatted down curiously, he is considered a half-bad now, his hands are empty but he can't catch anything, so he can only get closer to have a look.He stretched his neck strenuously, and when he saw this, he couldn't help frowning.

white mirror.

"..."

Mu Feng was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, just watching, waiting for the other party to hang up.But the person on the other side was obviously very persistent, and it took a long time before he finally hung up. Seeing the missed calls displayed on the screen, Mu Feng felt a little strange in his heart - 39 of them, all from the same person, Bai Jing.

The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and then the low vibration sound rang again. He thought the phone ringing was too loud at the dinner party yesterday, so he switched to the vibration mode. Looking at the lonely and heavy subtle vibration, he felt that it was better than listening to it. It's even more annoying to those noisy bells.Mu Feng looked at the flashing names on the screen for a while, and finally stood up and walked away slowly.

They are all dead, and I still think about what is the point of these things.

white mirror...

Involuntarily stopping, Mu Feng raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the sunlight pouring down from above his head.

How many years?How many years has that person been by his side?

Mu Feng squinted his eyes and recalled for a long time, but couldn't think of it after all, so he could only stare blankly at the halo above his head in a daze.It seems that the man behind him has become a habit, and he is so used to it that he doesn't have to bother to look for it, so that he can't even remember what he looked like when he was young.

In the beginning...he was just one of his followers. At that time, he was still a rascal who was shouted and beaten by everyone, and then what?Started to create "Tianyu" with painstaking efforts, Bai Jing... seemed to be one of the many rising stars at that time, and his development was not bad, but why did he pass out later?Mu Feng frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't remember these old things from more than ten years ago.I have never spent a little thought on that person, and it is rare to recall it when I am dead, but it is still the same as when I was alive, blank.

Speaking of which, the outdated star company has no intention of renewing the contract at all. If he hadn't looked at him too pitifully back then, and casually let him continue to be his assistant for a living, it is estimated that Bai Jing has been completely eliminated from Mu Feng's mind now. These two words.

The last call I made last night was to ask him to pick me up. So, that person has been on the phone all night, are you worried now?

Worried... Huh, yes, I am the biggest financial backer among them, and if the golden rice bowl is gone, of course I will be worried.The so-called worry is nothing more than that. Mu Feng has seen too many people like this in the past few decades, and the self-indulgence in his heart has long been completely numb.

Mu Feng withdrew his eyes, turned his back to the sun and slowly moved away from the constantly vibrating voice behind him. For some reason, the words that person had said in his ears for more than 20 years suddenly came out one by one unstoppably.

'What's your name? '

'...Bai Jing. '

'White Mirror?The name is not bad~ But... Dude, why do you always look at me like that?Am I scary...'

'nothing……'

He vaguely remembered that when he saw Bai Jing for the first time, the man's eyes were obviously stunned. Those eyes, which were too beautiful for a man, were wide open, and the black and white pupils stared at him firmly, which made Mu Feng still He thought he was disfigured after being beaten up.

Is it necessary to have such a hellish expression?

He remembered that it was more than 20 years ago. He was still a penniless street gangster advocating young and Dangerous boys. Naturally, he is also a ruthless character who cannot be provoked.But when he was beaten like a bear and was dying in a dark alley, this man named Bai Jing came out and saved his life, and then he protected him all the way, followed him for more than 20 years, taciturn , without desire or desire.Mu Feng can handle everyone, but he can't figure out this Bai Jing, who has been following him for half his life, what is he trying to do?

'Bai Jing, tell me the truth, what exactly do you want?You don’t want to give you a good role, you don’t take the initiative to introduce you to some people, and you don’t care about the rewards. What do you want?You explain to me today. '

What did the man answer then?Mu Feng couldn't remember, but he only remembered that he was curious for a while because of his desire for nothing, and he was fine and he went to bed. At that time, he was pretty nice to Bai Jing, and that person didn't talk much and didn't ask for anything Many, very easy to satisfy, the only thing is that I like to follow him, look at him, occasionally in a daze, docile and harmless.I have seen too many enthusiastic and false masks in the circle. People like Bai Jing found it interesting at first, but gradually got tired of it after a long time. Later, Mu Feng even became bored. He didn't like the feeling of being out of control. To others, he, Mu Feng, was The condescending attitude of charity, but this white mirror always gave him the illusion that everything was separated, as if all the luxury he owned were meaningless waste paper, that person didn't have those things in his eyes, and those 20-year-old pair were nothing. He was the only one in Mu Feng's eyes, only him.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable and irritable. His appearance was so fat that he was out of shape. Couldn't find a reason to be reluctant.

What's more, the man's eyes are too clear, so clear that they seem to penetrate him, penetrate him, see something else that he can't understand.

"Bai Jing, Mr. Qin said to talk to you about something, you should go over there. '

Originally, it was common in this circle to give away things that one didn't want to others, not to mention Mr. Qin's big thick legs, which are rich and powerful, the little stars would pounce on them as big pies, and would only be grateful if they were given away.It's just that I didn't expect that after that night, the eyes that once flowed like clear springs never lit up again.

It seems that since then, Mu Feng has never seen that man smile again. During the years when he was doting on him, that man loved to laugh very much. His smile was very light, but it made people feel like a breeze.After that, Bai Jing no longer stared blankly at him inexplicably, but just sat in a corner in a daze, looking at the sky and the clouds, and remained silent.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but after a long time, he gradually became only his assistant, and he didn't pay much attention to this person except occasionally when he came to accompany him for a few nights.Now that I think about it, only this person is still by my side, coming and going when called, not making noise, like an obedient machine.

Mu Feng was wandering on the deserted boulevard, when he thought of this place, he suddenly stopped.

He has had ups and downs in black and white for more than 20 years, and has taken care of countless lovers. No matter male or female, as long as he has someone Mu Feng likes, he has to lie in bed obediently and serve him at night. He has always felt that it is just what he wants , I didn't think there was anything wrong until I died, Bai Jing was just one of them, in the entertainment circle full of handsome men and beautiful women, that person's appearance can only be regarded as above average, but he is just such an unremarkable guy, occasionally would make him feel weird.

He can't tell where the blame is, but it's something different, he doesn't want to think about it, and he doesn't want to figure it out, this circle is too dirty, it's all the same mud, only the word love is the most ridiculous thing in this circle .

"Tsk tsk, what a terrible death, it's beyond recognition."

Mu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and looked around again, unable to avoid being surprised again.

In the blink of an eye, they changed places?

Where is this again?

"Oh, that fat man looks the same whether he's flat, round, or his bones are falling apart."

"Haha, he's still an old pervert when he dies. His soft belly can squeeze out a catty of oil when he hangs down, haha."

"It's not just the stomach, the one under him is also a meatball, okay? Every time I feel like I'm following a fat pig man, I admire myself for not throwing up!"

"Didn't the female number one in "Blue" be given to you? He still means a lot to you."

"Hey, if it wasn't for that role, it would be a daydream for a toad like him to touch a finger of mine!"

The conversation between the two female voices gradually faded away, Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, and snorted with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Blue Belle, an actress whom I have put a lot of effort into admiring, is now a queen-level social status, but that's so rare, she didn't crawl out of her bed.

I have long thought about how these sluts would evaluate themselves behind their backs, fat pigs?Pervert?Toad?Mu Feng raised his eyebrows and picked out his ears.It was almost as expected, but he didn't feel much when he heard it. Regardless of what these little bitches said, at night, they will obediently take off their clothes and lie on their own bed, letting themselves be covered with fat. Praising his skills with a shy smile, he yelled louder and louder.

These so-called brilliant stars are nothing more than one or two playthings under my hands, and their value is not as high as that of the Tibetan mastiff in the backyard. At most, I will lose a few fleshy bones after playing for two days. It's the fool.

A few people's discussions sounded in his ears, all about himself, and there was basically nothing nice to say. Mu Feng was not interested in hearing it, and wondered if God wanted every dead person to hear what everyone said about him before he was reincarnated. An overview of my life, so I can repent and change my mind and start a new life in the next life?

Mu Feng yawned boredly. He really didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He had everything he should have in a purely happy life. At most, his remains were not very beautiful, but he really couldn't be blamed for that. He grew fat even after drinking water. His physique is given by his parents, and he is not happy to get fat from drinking too much, what should he do if he is fat?How can he have the time in the United States to insist on exercising to lose weight, and a good night's sleep is enough luxury.

So wanting to hug a beautiful woman and do some exercise before going to bed, isn't it something outrageous, right?How could he have such a bad reputation just because he has a little money, is a little fat, and doesn't have a regular partner?

Mu Feng picked his ears until he heard the last person's scolding, and then walked out leisurely.

Speaking of which, I am a pretty good ghost. I have returned to the standard tall, rich and handsome figure of my youth. I haven't seen this appearance for 20 years. I almost don't know him anymore. It's hard for the king of heaven to remember.

Mu Feng stared at the glass on the side for a while, and discovered the joy of being a ghost again. The glass can reflect himself and others, but his own shadow can only be seen by himself.Mu Feng scratched his hair against the glass, fiddled with his collar, posed a few handsome poses, and commemorated his appearance that had passed away for more than 20 years, and walked away with his hands in his pockets when he was completely beautiful. , By the way, he looked up at the place where he was staying now.

Judging from the decoration, it looks like a police station. People around are talking about their own death, and people come out one after another... Could it be that the police are investigating their own case?But this is really strange, what did Blue Belle and the others mean when they said that they were beyond recognition?Isn't his body under the mound in the wilderness?Could it be that he was transferred to the police station in the blink of an eye?Could it be that this wandering soul of myself can not only teleport inexplicably, but can even travel across time?

Thinking of this, Mu Feng subconsciously looked up at the wall clock opposite.

It’s not bad, it’s not a few minutes away from the date and time displayed on the phone just now, the person buried in the dirt bag in the suburbs is definitely me, and in my last consciousness, I was indeed buried alive by those bastards, so the person in the police station now What is that?

Could it be... someone used a fake corpse to pretend to be himself?That "unrecognizable" corpse is not his own at all?

Mu Feng thought about last night's dinner and the killer. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a premeditated plan. The murderer knew his whereabouts, and he knew exactly when he would be ordered. He has made too many enemies, and the people who want to kill him can't count on two hands. He can't figure out who the last one is, but it doesn't matter who it is. What's wrong, when people mention the word "Mu Feng" in the future, no one except the old pervert will remember what he has paid behind his back.

I am notorious, but my death has made a lot of people happy. Whether the corpse is real or not, no one will care at all...

"It's not him!"

A cool and warm voice came from not far away with some urgency.

"Mr. Bai, what evidence do you have to prove that this is not Mr. Mu's body?"

"I……"

Mu Feng was in a trance for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses and walked over following the sound step by step.The tall and thin back of a man was reflected in the pupils, just like in memory, with a slightly thin back and excessively pale skin. The man was holding the police officer's arm tightly and eagerly explaining.

"His fingers...his fingers are not like this," the man tried to touch the corpse covered in white cloth, and after being stopped, he took a deep breath and emphasized, "This man's face was destroyed and his skin was burnt , only the back of the right hand is intact, this is what the murderer missed! I swear it is definitely not his hand!"

"Mr. Bai, this point cannot be determined based on your feeling alone. What evidence do you have to prove it?"

"I... I can't produce any evidence, but I can be sure that..."

"Hehe, I said Assistant Bai Jing Bai, you can even recognize the back of Brother Mu's hand, it seems that it is usually very hard."

A sarcastic laugh came from behind, Mu Feng turned his head slowly in silence, and saw Han Qing, the protagonist of yesterday's dinner, leaning gracefully against the wall beside him, looking at the pale man with a smile and softly laughing, "It's a pity It's a pity, even if you recognized him from head to toe, he still didn't pay attention to you at all, until he died, it's really sad."