After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

Three question marks slowly floated over Lin Xingcheng's head.

Twin brother?

When did Teacher Mu have a younger brother, why hadn't he heard of it.

"It's amazing, isn't it? I always thought Mr. Mu was the only child." Ning Xi said, "Mr. Mu doesn't look like someone who has a younger brother, and Mr. Mu is so handsome, and later he was elected as the speaker. There are so many people on the Internet. Why didn't anyone pick up his younger brother..."

Following Ning Xi's words, Lin Xingcheng's thoughts drifted back to the past.

The memory of this teacher is a little strange, the feeling is hard to describe, sometimes it feels clear, but once you think about it, it suddenly becomes blurred again.If there is such a thing as a memory eraser, he even suspects that his memory has been erased.

Man: "That's probably because I..."

Lin Xingcheng answered smoothly: "It's ugly."

man:"……"

Ning Xi: "..."

The squad leader seems to have eaten gunpowder today!

In order to smooth things over, Ning Xi hurriedly said, "Then what shall we call you from now on?"

Man: "Just call me Mu."

Ning Xi: "Mu? Just a surname?"

"The nameless man...is ugly, his surname is enough."

Lin Xingcheng didn't look at him, and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Anonymous?

The Overseer doesn't seem to have a name either.

Ning Xi: "Okay, Mu...brother. You are older than me, so let me add a brother and be kinder. Is that okay?"

The man said casually, "You can call me whatever you want."

"Brother Mu, let me introduce myself again. My name is Ning Xi. Ning is Ning of tranquility, and Xi is Xi of dawn."

"Hmm." As he spoke, he turned to Lin Xingcheng with a smile on his face, "What about this classmate?"

This student just picked up the water and took a sip. He moved slowly and seemed not in a hurry to answer.

It was Ning Xi who came to the rescue, "Look at my head, I forgot to introduce him. He is our squad leader, and his name is Lin Xingcheng. In Shuangmulin, Xing is the star of the stars, and Cheng is the journey of the journey."

"Star Journey..." the man said softly, "Star Journey, it's a good name."

Lin Xingcheng: "..."

"The squad leader is very good. Teacher Mu used to praise him a lot. In short, he is very good."

Mu: "I've heard of it."

Lin Xingcheng couldn't help but glanced at him.

Ning Xi: "Did Teacher Mu also tell you about his class?"

"Hmm." With a faint sound, someone turned to Lin Xingcheng, "Hi, outstanding student Lin. Can you take care of me in the future?"

"..." Lin Xingcheng smiled, "Hello."

After eating, someone went to the bathroom, Ning Xi and Lin Xingcheng rushed to pay the bill, but before the winner was decided, the waiter had already brought the bill.

Ning Xi was surprised: "...Didn't Brother Mu go to the bathroom?"

At this time, a certain person came back slowly, "I'm afraid that when I go back, I will become famous in the circle of friends of the two of you for eating and drinking for nothing."

Ning Xi laughed "haha", "How come?"

After leaving the hotel, Ning Xi asked Lin Xingcheng where he was going, Lin Xingcheng said to go home, she said with some regret: "Ah, it's not on the way, we can't take the car together..."

As soon as the voice fell, someone said: "I'm on the way."

Lin Xingcheng: "..."

Ning Xi: "Ah, that's fine too. Then you guys go together, I'll go first. Next time we have a chance to have dinner together."

She waved to them and quickly disappeared into the night.

A certain person was standing under the steps beside Lin Xingcheng, without any intention of moving.

Lin Xingcheng put his hands in his pockets, looked at the station not far away, and asked casually, "Which bus do you take?"

The man raised his head and asked naturally, "How far are you?"

"12."

Someone: "Coincidentally, I am also 12."

Lin Xingcheng: "My memory is wrong, I'm 21."

"..."

They didn't have to wait long before the bus arrived. Lin Xingcheng got on the bus first, and someone followed naturally.

There were just two seats left in the last row of the car, so Lin Xingcheng walked in first and sat on the seat by the window.Soon, the seat next to him was also taken by someone - naturally a certain Mr. Mu.

Lin Xingcheng looked sideways and said, "Did you get on the wrong car?"

That person: "Yeah."

"Then you won't get out of the car?"

He turned his head to look at him, with lights flickering in his eyes, "It's wrong to be wrong."

Lin Xingcheng was silent for two seconds, and asked abruptly, "Mr. Mu, are you the supervisor?"

At this time, it was twilight, when black and white bordered, and neon lights flashed outside the window.

This person named "Mu" had the same face as his teacher, with bright eyes, filled with the prosperous light and shadow of the capital star, with a strange and familiar taste.

The man also looked into Lin Xingcheng's eyes, and after staying for a few seconds, the corners of his eyes were bent. The light at the end of his eyes was quite playful, "What monitor?"

"Who are you monitoring? You?"

Ask knowingly.

Do you not want to admit it, or is it inconvenient to admit it?

"I don't understand why you're here."

The man laughed: "I don't understand what you're talking about either, but it sounds like you're asking me if I'm a good guy or a bad guy?"

"What do you think?" he asked back.

Lin Xingcheng stared at his face that was a little bit of a beating, and said for a long time: "Forget it."

someone: "..."

The supervisor will not be in the dream world, unless he has another identity.For example, the client.

The client of his new mission has not yet appeared, so Lin Xingcheng is very suspicious... The guy who suddenly appeared in front of him is his client.

In other words, I want to help him fulfill his wish - to be defeated by him, to send him to be the king, to make him happy.

Lin Xingcheng was suddenly upset.

"You really want to be the Mecha King?" he asked.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "I don't quite understand what you are talking about..."

"dream."

"..."

The man looked at him and smiled inexplicably, his teeth were still quite white.

"By the way," he said, "you keep mentioning that inspector, do you like him?"

"What's so good about him? Is he handsome, good-looking, humorous and considerate?"

"..."

Can you save some face for yourself, it's the Chinese New Year?

Lin Xingcheng simply ignored him and turned to look out the window.

A certain person later tried to strike up a conversation with other things, such as weather and road conditions, Lin Xingcheng also acted stupid in retaliation, and only replied "oh" or "um".

The bus kept driving forward, and the starry night was shining outside the window.

The stop before Lin Xingcheng got off the bus was in a downtown area, and there were many people getting on the bus.He felt that he was going to arrive anyway, so he simply got up and gave up his seat.

The people around him got up together.Two positions were quickly taken.

Lin Xingcheng tried to walk out, but was still squeezed to the inside of the carriage by the crowd, against the armrest of the seat.Someone followed him here, standing very close.

He pursed his lips slightly. He wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he forgot.

The bus starts slowly, but suddenly brakes suddenly——

Everyone's bodies couldn't stop falling forward. Lin Xingcheng saw that someone was about to bump into him, but the man quickly stretched out a hand and put it on the armrest beside him...the distance between the tips of their noses was not the same. When it reaches three centimeters, it can barely stop.

The four eyes met, and Lin Xingcheng choked for breath.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, and his eyelashes were dotted with stars.He saw the corner of his lips twitch slightly, and said, "It was almost..."

"Shut up." Lin Xingcheng quickly answered, his face became hot, and he simply turned his head, "...you stand still."

A certain person smiled, not only did not stand upright, but followed the restless crowd who were muttering and complaining, and circled Lin Xingcheng between himself and the handrail.

"..." Lin Xingcheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he smelled a faint scent of grass and trees.He wanted the other party to retreat a little, but there was indeed no room to retreat.

With a smile on his lips, the man leaned into his ear and whispered, "Why didn't you let me finish talking just now?"

Lin Xingcheng's face became hot, and he said stiffly: "...not interested, I don't want to hear it."

"Then what are you interested in, tell me and I'll tell you?"

Lin Xingcheng was slightly suffocated by his breath, and when he was about to arrive at the station, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm not interested in anything, I'm getting off the bus."

The man didn't insist, he moved his chin to indicate his arm, and said vaguely: "I protect you so much, when can I charge some interest?"

Song Mingxin was in a good mood that day, because I heard that fans had already sent many letters of objection to the military.

According to regulations, if a large number of objection letters are received on the same matter, the military must deal with it within the specified time.In other words, Lin Xingcheng may be in soon.

She was about to give that pink a big red envelope when the call came in.

The other side said: "Sister Xin, no, it's not good, something happened to Ming Ran's painting exhibition..."

……

Meanwhile, Song Mingran had just finished talking on the phone with his curator.

He had clearly explained to the other party before that the demon series paintings could not appear in this exhibition, but the curator still exhibited them after agreeing to him—the other party only said that it was negligence, but he knew that it was obviously on purpose.Because many people got into the pit because of this series of paintings at the beginning, if they are not exhibited, they will lose a large part of the audience.

Song Mingran was very angry and depressed, he didn't want Lin Xingcheng to think that he was an insatiable vampire bat.It was really not his intention to exhibit these paintings!

However, there are special news reports for this art exhibition, and a lot of publicity has been placed on the Internet...

After thinking about it, he immediately called Lin Xingcheng to explain, but Song Mingxin rushed home before the call was made.

Song Mingran frowned, "What's wrong?"

"There is a painting in the Devil series. Some people say that you... plagiarized your creativity." Song Mingxin said, then paused, "Plagiarized."

"Impossible." Song Mingran categorically denied, "The series of paintings are all inspired by...from Lin Xingcheng. How could plagiarism be possible?"

"Someone posted the original work on the Internet." Song Mingxin said, and found the painting for him to look at. "A not-so-famous artist, quite a minority..."

After seeing the painting, Song Mingran was startled suddenly.

Even he thinks it's alike.

He was thinking about the source of inspiration for his painting... After Lin Xingcheng was stripped of his military status, he was asked to do volunteer work in the orphanage on a regular basis, performing for children.It happened that Song Mingran was in a good mood that day, so he followed him.The creative source of this painting was Lin Xingcheng's performance that day.

It dawned on him now that Lin Xingcheng's voluntary performance borrowed from the paintings of an artist named Mi Shan.It's just that the man painted an angel, and Lin Xingcheng also played an angel, but because of jealousy, he dyed the angel's wings black and painted it as a fallen devil. Unfortunately, the costumes, backgrounds and classic movements are exactly the same as others.

An artist is most afraid of being accused of plagiarism, but this time... it may be difficult for him to prove his innocence.

The more Song Mingran thought about it, the more panicked he became. After studying with Song Mingxin for a while, he felt that the best way was to ask Lin Xingcheng to help him clarify.

But Song Mingxin's expression was ugly, "Let's find another way, I'll ask a lawyer."

Song Mingran frowned, "It's not a lawsuit, what's the use of finding a lawyer? Now only Lin Xingcheng can help me."

"I'm afraid...he won't be willing."

"why?"

Song Mingxin had no choice but to tell the whole story about the objection letter, "...I'm sorry, I don't know."

Song Mingran suddenly collapsed completely, he smiled, "That's great."

"I'm going to lose my reputation, are you happy?"

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感谢在2021-11-0420:36:29~2021-11-0522:04:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Jin Jinjin; 6 bottles of Zhuying Linyin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!