sinovels Chapter 109 The real murderer
Chapter 109 The real murderer
This is probably the biggest curtain call ever.
Not only is it a sensation on the entire Internet, it has reached a level that will be written into the history of the entertainment industry. Even after a few years, people will talk about it. On this day, two people simply fell in love with each other, and they also followed each other vigorously. .
The name Yun Zian was almost engraved on the "Love" inscription, even after a hundred years, it would resound throughout the heaven.
As for the duel between Uzaki and Yun Zian, no one cares about it at all now. Even at the celebration banquet after the final, no one saw Uzaki at all, and even the trolls among Uzaki fans are now She kept her mouth shut and lowered her head like a quail buried in the sand.
But these are not important, ever since Yun Zian abandoned this circle of fame and fortune, Yu Qi was destined to become an insignificant dust under his feet.
The celebration banquet was very grand, and the list of banquets almost included the entire financial circle. It wasn't because the show crew was so powerful, but because too many people were curious about what kind of person Yun Zi'an was who caused this wave of applause on the Internet. And why did he choose to retreat bravely at this time.
The fragrance of clothes, the shadows on the temples, and the staggering of cups and cups.
Yun Zian stopped drinking after a few cups, pushed Rong Xiao out, and asked him to replace wine with tea. Anyway, it is impossible for him to get drunk after drinking tea. On the contrary, if he drinks too much, the future It's hard to say whether I can get out of bed in three days.
Maybe Rong Xiao will be squeezed to death by him.
He didn't want to experience such a ridiculous thing as being widowed on the first day of the proposal.
But the entire hotel was full of people, no matter where Yun Zian went, someone would come up to him, either fooling him into continuing to drink a couple of drinks, or trying to lure him to the bed, no one is a good man or a woman, they are all troublesome problems.
There was really no other way, Yun Zi'an secretly stole the key that the waiter put at the front desk, and wanted to sneak up to the rooftop in order to hide from these scorpion-like tigers.
Originally, this hotel building was famous for its rooftop night view, but because it attracted too many Internet celebrities, there was an accident in the past few years, and the roof had to be locked, and it was only occasionally lent to some crew to shoot the city night view.
Yun Zi'an had followed the crew before, and knew that there were stairs leading directly to the rooftop, but no one was walking, it was pitch black, and even the sound of footsteps seemed empty.
But just as he was going up the stairs and accidentally raised his head, he was suddenly stunned, because he didn't know who was ahead of him, the door of the roof was half-hidden and pushed open a gap, and someone The indistinct and ethereal singing voice came——
"Вставай, проклятьемзаклеймённый (Arise, insulted and cursed!), Весьмирголодныхирабов! (Arise, slaves of hunger and cold!) КипитнашразумвозмущённыйИ (full of enthusiasm), всмертныйб ойвестиготов (fight to the death)..."
Yun Zi'an's Adam's apple swallowed unconsciously, and for a moment he didn't know whether to open the door to the roof.
Who is that guy on the rooftop?
Is it a drunk guest?
This is still the Internationale that everyone is familiar with, but the originally majestic and magnificent style is sung by a soprano, which only adds a bit of sadness, and it is blown by the night wind, sobbing and sad.
Just when he was guessing wildly, the singing stopped suddenly, and in the next second, a soft male voice sounded, as if talking to someone, "Are you ready?"
The moment he heard this male voice, a thunderous flame exploded in Yun Zian's mind, so that his pupils were enlarged infinitely, and the blood in his whole body became stiff and cold.
The sea of fire 22 years ago was burning again, and the memory of the sound ignited the fire that was buried deep in the memory——
Three-year-old Yun Zi'an drew the first crooked family portrait in his life under the late night light. At that time, there was no stepmother or stepbrother. His world was pure and clean, with parents who loved him deeply. In the crayon picture, two big stick figures are holding a small stick figure, and everyone has big smiles on their faces.
After ten o'clock in the evening, the villa is very quiet, and the servants will not go up to the second floor to disturb the master, but after he finished the painting, he held the painting and ran to the master bedroom unsteadily, even imagining his mother sitting there. In front of the vanity mirror, the scene of stroking his own head.
However, at this time, the mother's sharp voice broke the silence on the corridor, "Heissata
——! "
Xiaoyun Zi'an couldn't help but froze on the spot.
Just because he happened to learn the word "sata" not long ago
", the Chinese translation of Satan, the fallen angel in the Bible is also the devil who is said to dominate hell.
We can sit on the throne here, and we will be kings in hell. ——"Divine Comedy"
"Mom..." Xiao Yunzi'an trembled unconsciously, but when he ran to the door of the master bedroom, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and the next second stretched out a bloody hand from above his head, and took the family portrait in his hand. take away.
A soft male voice praised, "The painting is really good."
Xiao Yunzi'an's dilated and trembling pupils reflected the devil's face, and he froze in place because of the great fear, and the smell of blood enveloped him from all directions, almost pervasive.
He was trembling all over his body, but his upbringing still kept him polite, asking in a soft voice, "You..."
The blood-stained hand stroked his cheek, smearing the blood all over the place, smiling slightly, "Good boy."
But in the next second, I suddenly heard the sound of sparks crackling in my ears. The flames that sprang up engulfed the drawing paper, quickly scorched and ashes curled up, and then fell to the ground, instantly igniting the floor that had just been covered with tung oil, jumping The ignited flame spread like a sea tide——
The long-lost memory has been rekindled, and the space-time effect seems to have no effect. Even though he is an adult, the current Yun Zian is still as frightened and trembling as his three-year-old self. what to do.
Just for a moment, I don't know how many thoughts flashed in my mind, and how many emotions rushed to my heart, tears seemed to open the gate, Yun Zian clenched his teeth, as if swallowing thousands of pills With a sharp blade, a strong smell of blood spread from the depths of his lungs.
With trembling hands, he gently pushed the door of the roof open through the gap, wanting to see exactly who is on the roof——
However, at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly!
The people on the rooftop immediately noticed that their voices changed suddenly, as if a devil had revealed his true face, "Who is—"