When I put it back on, I burst into flames

"Mo Qian... is dead?"

"It should be." Yan Chen clicked on the rest of the MMS, and every photo on it was different, but the content of the text was the same.

The last photo is still Mo Qian's body, but there are many sword wounds on it, blood is flowing out from the wounds, and there is a line of words written at the bottom: Don't hate me, I will give you Master's life back.

The blood on Lu Yunpian's face faded in an instant, his stomach turned upside down, he ran to the toilet and retched, the person in the photo overlapped with the way of Master's death back then, even the sword wound on his body was in the same place .

Yan Chen put the phone upside down on the table, and hurriedly prepared medicine and water.

The TV that was used as the background sound entered the news program after the commercial break, and it happened to be the death of Mo Qian.

What appeared in the interview screen was Mo Hui's sad and mournful face. He announced Mo Qian's death in a low tone, but he hesitated about the cause of death as if he was taboo. Even if the host pressed him repeatedly, he just insisted that Mo Hui The former was suicide.However, this performance clearly tells everyone that Mo Qian's death has another story behind it.

Lu Yunpian swallowed his stomach medicine, carefully watched every scene in the news, Mo Hui who was crying, Wen Zhenghao who was so sad that he avoided the camera, and the blocked rooftop, he suddenly had a premonition that a storm was coming.

In the last few seconds of the interview, Wen Zhenghao, who had been avoiding the camera, finally raised his face, revealing the sad face that floated on the surface but not sad. Although it was only a few seconds, it was still captured by Lu Yunpian who had been staring at the TV .

Wen Zhenghao changed his name for Mo Qian's plastic surgery. Whenever the two of them appeared, he would stick to Mo Qian's side. The love in his eyes did not seem to be fake, but why did such a person not even have a sad expression when Mo Qian died? Can't do it.

Unless... the person who died was not Mo Qian.

Lu Yunpian called Lu Xiangqiu and asked him to find an opportunity to examine Mo Qian's body, and also expressed his guess.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yunpian leaned her head on the back of the sofa, her eyes collided with Yan Chen who was looking down at him, "I think Mo Hui is Mo Qian, and the person who died is just a substitute." Lamb of sin."

"But his height..."

What Mo Hui said yesterday was correct. The reborn people actually have the same appearance and height as their previous life, but Mo Hui's height is much shorter than Mo Qian's. This is why he doubts but is not sure.

"I don't know, so I don't dare to confirm it now. The only thing I can confirm is that Mo Hui is also a pervert." Lu Yunpian covered his face a little discouraged. Did he poke a pervert's den?

Yan Chen stepped forward and hugged him horizontally, comforting him: "Let's rest first, and think about it tomorrow."

"Ah."

Lu Yunpian, who had just taken the medicine, felt a little weak and didn't bother to move. Anyway, he had to record a show tomorrow, and maybe he would know more news by then.

The theme of the program on the second day is "Street and Alley Food", because food vendors usually start their stalls after ten o'clock, so there is no need to get up early today.

When Lu Yunpian and Yan Chen were having breakfast in the restaurant, they happened to meet the sleepy Qi Ningshu.

"What's the matter, you look like you haven't slept well, did you stay up all night fighting landlords again?" Lu Yunpian moved inside to make room for him to sit down.

"With my poker skills, I can't even play against landlords. I can't even pay for my underpants. Last night, I used a trumpet to fight with someone on the Internet. He actually said that I'm short!" Qi Ningshu picked up the table and didn't move. took a bite out of the slice of bread.

"Then you scolded people all night?"

"Anyway, I'm also a somewhat famous person, is it reasonable to talk to someone for a night?" Qi Ningshu ate the slice of bread in two or three bites, and said, "I just checked the height-enhancing skills all night."

Lu Yunpian: ...

This doesn't seem to be getting any better.

"Pianpian, it's really hard to grow taller. I'm an adult, so I don't have a chance to grow taller. I've tried drinking milk and exercising, but it didn't work at all. Do I really want to do that broken bone to increase my height?" Surgery? But it sounds so scary..."

The movements of Lu Yunpian's hands paused. Since there is a broken bone heightening operation, will there also be an osteotomy to reduce the height?

Today's program recording is a bit special. In order to capture more street food, several guests will set off alone with the photographer, and each of them will go to a food street to eat, drink, and play freely.

Lu Yunpian was assigned to the old street of the old city, which is located in the old city, with old shops and residents walking leisurely, with a strong atmosphere of fireworks.

When it was almost time to start shooting, the following photographer picked up the camera, but before he had time to set it up, he suddenly received a call. He held the camera in one hand, and put the other hand to his ear.

A few children playing around came running from the alley, joking and jostling, bumping into the photographer who was answering the phone, and the expensive camera slipped from his hand and fell to the concrete floor.

Those children seemed to be afraid of being scolded, and ran away in twos and threes.

The photographer cursed angrily. He removed the protective cover just now, and now a corner of the lens is broken. If it is not replaced, it is impossible to shoot.

"Sorry, I have to go back to the base camp to change the lens first, and I'll be back in an hour, so I won't delay you for too long." The photographer apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay." Lu Yunpian nodded reassuringly.

Before the photographer was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. He pointed to the photographer's clothes and said, "I came out in a hurry today, and I didn't notice the temperature dropped. Can you lend me my coat?"

The photographer followed the direction Lu Yunpian pointed, looked down at the slightly bulging pocket of his heavy coat, nodded and said, "Of course."

He took off the coat with a strange design, handed it to Lu Yunpian, turned around and got into the taxi he called earlier.

Lu Yunpian put on the jacket slowly, pulled the zipper under his chin, half of his face was covered by the erected hard cloth, he put on his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and looked towards the sparsely populated Alley to go.

There was the sound of "clack clatter" footsteps in the alley, but it wasn't from one person, the other sounded a little weird.

Seeing the duty booth not far away, Lu Yunpian stopped, turned around and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Mo Hui walked from the end of the alley with a cane. The previous shows didn't require walking very much, so Lu Yunpian didn't realize this weird place of Mo Hui at all. Only now did he know that Mo Hui couldn't walk for a long time.

The cane engraved with poisonous snakes gradually approached, and the lifelike carvings on it exuded an unpleasant atmosphere, and stood still in front of Lu Yunpian with a "click".

Mo Hui still had a formula-like smile on his face, not half as sad as he was on TV last night.

"Mo Qian is dead, can you accept me?"

Lu Yunpian lifted the zipper up a little, hiding her face behind the collar, in order to prevent her inner micro-expressions from being exposed because of being too vigilant.

"Don't be so vigilant, you have lured me to the duty booth, are you still worried about what I will do to you?" Mo Hui stood in the shadows, which happened to be a blind spot where the surveillance cameras at the alley could not capture.

"I just came to confess to you. Brother Lu, you like this, don't you? I can give you the pure affection, the pure address, the admiration and admiration of the young and innocent, so choose me, okay?" ?”

"Not good." Lu Yunpian said coldly.

"Is it because you are already with Yan Chen?" Mo Hui was not as angry as before, but said those disgusting remarks very calmly, "It doesn't matter, I don't mind if you add another person between us, as long as you As long as it is mine..."

"Mo Qian." Lu Yunpian interrupted him sharply, with a hint of warning.

"Brother Lu, who is your name?" The corners of Mo Hui's mouth curled up, his voice was almost whispering: "Mo Qian died, because of the mistakes you thought he made."

"Don't pretend, I know you are Mo Qian. Because of the recent osteotomy, you can't walk for a long time now. And your face, you still made the same mistake as before, because of excessive pursuit Naturally ignoring the durability of the mask, the glue on the right side has started to come off."

Mo Hui subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his right face, the skin under his hand was smooth and flat, and there was no sign of separation.

He smiled, "I didn't expect my senior brother to remember my small defect in making masks after so many years. I'm really happy. But it's a pity that I'm not Mo Qian, and Mo Qian is already dead."

"You killed that person." Lu Yunpian said with certainty.

"You can't talk nonsense like that. It's not good to be heard by the police uncle. And Mo Qian is my brother. How could I kill him?"

Mo Hui's hand pressed lightly on his face, and the wheel of the car went back and forth a few times, but he didn't say that he killed someone, and he didn't admit that he was Mo Qian.

The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and the vigorous bell echoed in the old streets and alleys.

"Is there really no possibility between us?" Mo Hui put his hands on the cane, half-closed his eyes and waited for Lu Yunpian's response.

"You and I will never be possible." Lu Yunpian said firmly.

He told what Mo Hui had done one by one: "You threw the animals I fed, hurt my friends, killed my master, and even exposed my identity to the ghost general for the sake of glory and wealth, killing me. You were tortured to be pierced by thousands of arrows in the military camp of Wei State, and after doing these things, what face do you have to show up in front of me and make these demands with me?"

Mo Hui's pupils shrank slightly, he thought Lu Yunpian didn't know.

He smiled a bit forcedly: "The person who hurt you is Mo Qian, it has nothing to do with me."

Lu Yunpian looked at him coldly and didn't want to answer.

"Forget it, it's still a long time, and you will choose me in the end." Mo Hui sighed helplessly, turned and left, and the poisonous snake's cane made a dull sound on the mossy stone road.

Staring at Mo Hui disappearing at the end of the alley, Lu Yunpian let out a breath of foul air slowly, and he stepped back a few steps to bathe in the sunlight, letting the midday sun dispel the coldness.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to contact Yan Chen, when Zhou Jingyun's call suddenly popped up.

Lu Yunpian pressed the answer button, and Zhou Jingyun's eager voice came from the other end: "Pianpian, where are you now?"

“Old Town Old Street…”

"Go back to the hotel quickly. Don't go online, and don't be influenced by others. Mom and Dad will help you deal with this matter. Don't be afraid."

"Okay." Although she didn't know what happened, Lu Yunpian still responded first.

After hanging up the phone, he was about to take a taxi back to the hotel when he suddenly saw a hot topic appearing in the hot search news column bundled with the taxi app:

#Lu Yunpian Murderer#