Anning's fingertips fit perfectly into the handprint she had drawn herself; it would be a lie to say she had no doubts whatsoever.
After all, she really didn't put her fingerprint on it, and she herself didn't know what was going on.
I just don't know if anyone will believe her at this point.
Perhaps not.
But she didn't care.
An Ning removed her hand from the mirror and took two steps back. Almost at the same time as she retreated, the guests who had been standing behind her also took two steps back, afraid that they would suffer an undeserved disaster if they were a step too late.
It was as if, in their eyes, Anning's identity was already set in stone.
No, some people don't think so.
After surveying the area, Anning noticed the only figure who hadn't retreated—Ji Yan, who had been speaking frequently earlier.
Ji Yan's gaze did not linger on her, but instead focused on the handprint drawn by An Ning on the mirror. After a long while, she suddenly stepped forward, reached out and pressed her hand directly onto the mirror. Surprisingly, her hand fit perfectly into the mirror.
Seeing this, An Ning raised an eyebrow. "Oh no, my companion's identity has been exposed too."
If people initially thought An Ning was a serial killer when they saw her palms pressed together, then that same reaction would disappear when someone else appeared after her.
How can two people's identities be exposed in one breath?
Looking at this scene, Qi Huan hesitated for a long time before placing his hand on the mirror, and then something strange happened.
If An Ning and Ji Yan's palms overlap, it can be explained by the fact that girls' palms are similar in size. However, Qi Huan is a tall boy who is over 1.8 meters tall, so it is impossible for his palms to be the same size as An Ning's and Ji Yan's palms.
So now it's pretty much certain that the problem isn't with the person whose palm can match the handprint, but with the mirror itself.
An Ning quickly realized the problem and kicked the mirror. The fragile prop couldn't withstand An Ning's powerful kick, and she shattered the mirror without any resistance, revealing the hidden truth inside—
On the white tiles were a bunch of bloody handprints, their outlines blurred and indistinct. The only clues were that they were marks left during a struggle, meaning that... these bloody handprints did not belong to the serial killer, but to the explorer who was brutally murdered by him.
After seeing the hidden truth, no one spoke. After looking at each other for a while, someone finally dared to step forward.
It wasn't the audacious An Ning, but a female guest who didn't say a word from beginning to end.
Anning knew this person; she was a popular celebrity invited by Ang Lee, a rising star in the past two years. Rumor had it that she was somewhat aloof, and it seemed to be true.
In An Ning's eyes, she hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end, and was probably a very timid girl. But she never expected that this girl, who she thought was very timid, would step forward alone at this moment.
After hesitating for a moment, An Ning followed behind her and took two steps forward, blocking the view of others.
To others, An Ning's actions at this moment seemed to be searching for information.
Seeking information about explorers.
As the girl slowly gestured in the air with her palm, Anning grabbed her hand and pressed it upwards.
Her actions were so sudden that even though Meng Qi was prepared for the person who suddenly followed her, she was not prepared for this.
After Meng Qi's wrist was firmly gripped, she began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from An Ning's grasp. However, she did not expect An Ning's grip to be so strong, and no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.
"wrong……"
During her struggle, she suddenly heard this sentence.
Meng Qi didn't have time to think about what An Ning meant by those words. Seeing that she couldn't break free with one hand, she reached out with her other hand to pry open An Ning's palm that was tightly gripping her wrist. She tried a second time when she failed once, and a third time when she failed twice. She didn't know how many times she tried, but her wrist suddenly loosened, and then she heard An Ning's voice.
That's it!
Before she could even figure out what was going on, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck; something cold had pressed against her throat.
Meng Qi's movements suddenly froze, and her body temperature instantly dropped to freezing point. She felt as if all the blood in her body had stopped flowing. Mechanically, she looked down and, sure enough, saw a cold fruit knife that had suddenly appeared at her neck.
The person holding the knife was still loosely gripping her wrist.
Who else could it be but An Ning?
Standing outside the surveillance camera, Li An was so frightened that he dropped his phone on the ground, but he didn't dare to pick it up, afraid that he might accidentally miss a crucial moment.
The screenwriter standing beside him calmed down a bit. Her phone didn't fall to the ground, but she had already pressed "110" and was just about to press the dial button.
She murmured softly, "Where...did she get the knife?"
Ang Lee was somewhat distraught, "How was I supposed to know?"
The situation was already like this outside the arena, but those inside were even more astonished.
"Anning, what are you doing?!"
Meng Qi felt as if her blood had frozen, otherwise why would she not dare to move after seeing the other person's mindless eyes?
Ignoring the shouts of others, An Ning still held the knife, gesturing at Meng Qi's neck as if considering where to make the quickest cut to end his life.
Her movements suddenly stopped, her eyes fixed on a certain spot, and her hand quickly slashed across Meng Qi's neck. In the blink of an eye, Meng Qi fell to the ground, her hands weakly supporting herself on the blood-stained wall.
"That's right..."
Meng Qi thought she was dead, but after a long silence, her palm was suddenly grasped by a warm hand, followed by a strong force that pulled her up from the ground.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that the person holding her was the same one who had just slit her throat.
"Holy shit!!!"
Meng Qi jerked her hand away, staggering back several steps. "You...I...did I just die?"
“No,” An Ning replied succinctly.
"I was just simulating a crime. The knife I held to your neck wasn't a real knife, it was just the back of a fruit knife. I didn't really want to kill you, so don't be scared. I'm really sorry."
Her explanation was long, but compared to her actions just now, Meng Qi was more convinced that this person really wanted to kill her.
"Don't come any closer!"
Seeing An Ning trying to approach him, Meng Qi shouted.
An Ning stopped abruptly, spreading her hands helplessly. "So what do we do now? Should we call the police and have me arrested?"
Anning was making suggestions very seriously.
She was indeed a little obsessed just now.
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