Chapter 152 Mo Bei is dead?
[Oh my god! This is definitely influenced!]
[Ancient paintings?? Oh my god, the popular science in the previous comment couldn't possibly come true, could it?]
[This description is so similar! ]
[Oh my god, Master Jiang, please save my idol! ]
The guests' hearts skipped a beat and their expressions changed slightly.
Although I haven't seen any comments, everyone has heard a lot about the legends of the spirit in the painting and the female ghost in the painting.
Zhao Xin quickly asked, "Is he influenced by that ancient painting?"
Liu Wenchang scratched his head, he didn't know either.
"However, Writer Mo's wife is not in good condition either."
Writer Mo’s wife is Tang Ruojin, who is very quiet, gentle and shy.
When everyone first moved into the neighborhood and wasn't familiar with the area, Liu Wenchang and the others secretly thought she was arrogant and looked down on them, the money-minded businessmen.
But after getting to know her more, I found that she was gentle, knowledgeable, well-spoken, and a very outstanding woman.
She is a perfect match with the great writer Mo Bei.
But recently, even his wife said that Tang Ruojin was getting thinner, often absent-minded, and seemed to be worried about something.
Sometimes when I was sitting quietly, I would suddenly break out in a cold sweat on my forehead, as if I was anxious or afraid of something.
[Ahhh! There's definitely something wrong with those two ancient paintings!]
[Goddess Tang, please don't be in any trouble! ]
[No, the couple I support absolutely cannot be together! ]
The fans in the barrage were all worried.
Mo Bei has never concealed the fact that he is married, and has happily shared his love story with his wife Tang Ruojin.
Everyone knows that Mo Bei and Tang Ruojin were classmates in junior high school and both went to college in Beijing.
The two were old classmates, familiar with each other, and both loved literature. They had endless topics to talk about, and their tacit understanding made them fall in love quickly.
But when she was in her senior year, Tang Ruojin's family members died one after another, and she was the only one left in the family.
She was heartbroken and even felt that she had a bad life. In order not to implicate Mo Bei, she took the initiative to break up.
At that time, Mo Bei had already published some essays and was emerging in the literary circle with a bright future.
But he still resolutely chose to stay with Tang Ruojin, helped her out of the trough, and proposed to her.
After marriage, Tang Ruojin did not go to work. She grew flowers and read books in her villa, living a comfortable life like a fairy.
Mo Bei occasionally shares some of her photos on Weibo, which makes people sigh that this is the most beautiful form of love and marriage.
But now, this beauty is about to become a bubble.
【Ahhh! Go save them! Save them! ! ! !】
【Please don’t let anything happen! 】
The guests couldn't help but quicken their pace. When they were about to reach the door of the villa, Jiang Xu's face suddenly turned cold.
In front of him, a gloomy aura was spreading out of the villa.
Mixed in with it was... the smell of blood.
Jiang Yu also smelled it and sniffed to confirm. His expression, which had always remained unchanged, became solemn.
"The air smells of blood!"
Everyone:!!!
Smell of blood!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately sensed something and their heads started buzzing.
His face changed drastically.
Oh no, something happened!
Liu Wenchang, who was in the front row, didn't even bother to knock on the door politely and rushed in by pushing it open.
"Ah!" The next second, he screamed in horror.
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly followed and when they saw the situation inside, they couldn't help but scream.
I saw a man lying on the lawn in front of the villa, his face was as pale as a death, and he was only wearing a thin set of pajamas.
When I suddenly saw this scene, the barrage of comments exploded.
【Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! ! ! 】
【Open the door and hit it! ! ! 】
【Ahhhhh, what happened to my idol?! 】
[Dead?]
【What on earth is going on? No! 】
[No, I don't accept this! Wuuuuu!]
"Mo Bei, dead?"
Liu Wenchang also opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and his whole body trembled with shock.
How, how could he die?
Are you still late?
The guests' faces were filled with shock and disbelief, and they stood there like stones.
A living life died in front of them just like that?
No one knew what to do for a moment.
Jiang Xu's eyes flashed slightly, and he walked straight up.
"He's still alive."
"Still breathing."
Still alive!
Hearing this, everyone's heart almost stopped beating before it slowly resumed beating.
Jiang Xu reached out and patted Mo Bei on the face.
After a while, Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.
“You are...?” His face was pale and haggard, he held his heavy head, his eyes full of confusion.
"Mr. Liu, why are you here?"
Mo Bei looked around in confusion: "Why am I here?"
He clearly remembered that last night, he was working on a manuscript in the study and felt a little sleepy, so he planned to rest for a while on the sofa in the study.
I will continue working on the manuscript after I wake up.
But why is he sleeping on the grass now...
Thinking of this, a sharp pain came over his head, and Liu Wenchang quickly helped him up:
"They are the masters we invited. The matter between Sun Jian and me has been resolved. It's all about those antiques..."
He was about to quickly recount everything that had happened.
But he was interrupted by Jiang Xu.
She pointed upstairs.
The voice was extremely cold: "Don't you smell the blood?"
"Someone's in trouble upstairs."
Something happened?
Hearing this, Mo Bei's expression froze. He suddenly looked up and looked at Jiang Xu in horror.
"But the person living up there is my wife..."
He was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he rushed into the villa in a hurry, and everyone followed him.
Mo Bei panted and ran all the way to the door of the bedroom on the second floor. He opened the door, but suddenly froze in place.
His eyes were wide open in horror, and his face was ashen.
His body shook violently and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.
"Wife..."
This reaction...
Everyone's face changed drastically and they rushed forward. When they saw the scene inside, their pupils trembled violently and their blood turned cold.
I saw a woman lying in blood with a pale face, her hair disheveled, her eyes staring straight ahead in horror, her face looking horrified and strange.
There was a shocking wound on the fair neck, and dark red blood flowed all over the floor from the wound.
There was a knife thrown next to it...
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