episode 65
This sudden pause seemed to bring An Simiao to his senses; no matter how much He Xun threatened or tempted him, he refused to continue this dangerous topic.
He Xun asked him for the Thai master's contact information, but he wouldn't give it to him. He also asked which senior figure recommended him, but he wouldn't say. He only revealed that Xiaoyudian said that the person was a very famous female celebrity.
"If you want to know, go ask your agent! This is something that can't be talked about, and I absolutely cannot tell you!"
"You just said we were destined to be together, why can't you say that?"
"No!"
"explain!"
"No!"
The two were struggling fiercely when the little dog Song Liuguang came running back, clutching a piece of chilled watermelon in each hand.
"Brother Xun, I'm done with my work, have a slice of watermelon—"
When Song Liuguang had slipped to within a few steps of the sofa, he suddenly stopped, staring in disbelief at the two people who were practically wrestling together on the brown sofa.
The lights overhead were shimmering, switching between pink, blue, and purple. The unknown minor celebrity was being pinned down on the sofa by her brother Xun, her face contorted with rage. The minor celebrity's black silk shirt was pulled up to her chest in an ambiguous way, and her brother Xun's two long, slender, fair hands were resting on the minor celebrity's white waist.
The scene is so beautiful.
"Uh." Song Liuguang turned to leave. "Sorry to bother you."
He dared not look.
He Xun: "......"
An Simiao: "..."
"What's all this noise about?" He Xun took a deep breath, straightened up abruptly, and pulled Song Liuguang back onto the sofa, his tone stern. "Sit down!"
Song Liuguang gripped the two slices of watermelon tightly, his gleaming eyes darting back and forth between He Xun and An Simiao, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
He Xun crossed his arms, his face cold: "Say what you want to say."
"I never expected this, Xun-ge." Song Liuguang nudged his shoulder and winked at him, "You look so respectable on the outside, but you're actually like this in private."
Why are they still engaging in forced love?
You really can't judge a book by its cover!
"......"
He Xun was speechless, wondering what kind of nonsense this little paparazzi was imagining, but time was of the essence and he didn't have time to cause trouble here.
With a hand on Song Liuguang's shoulder, he pretended to straighten Song Liuguang's collar and whispered quickly in Song Liuguang's ear, "Cooperate with me, I want to get this person's phone."
After saying that, she immediately stood up as if nothing had happened, but her eyes inadvertently glanced at An Simiao.
ah?
Song Liuguang's pupils suddenly contracted.
oh.
Then it dawned on me.
It turns out it wasn't a romantic dispute, but rather that Xun's detective radar had gone off.
That makes things simple.
He nodded, devoured the two slices of watermelon as quickly as Pigsy (from Journey to the West), and then, like a Peashooter from Plants vs. Zombies, spat out a few watermelon seeds, tossed aside the dark green rind, wiped his mouth, and then suddenly stood up! He abruptly closed his eyes! Without warning, as if shot, he slammed into An Simiao!
The movements were so fluid and seamless! They were executed in one smooth motion! Much more fluid than the action scenes in period dramas!
An Simiao: ? ? ?
"It's all your fault!" He Xun chimed in, blaming An Simiao, "I just said your perfume was too strong! See?! Now you've overpowered people!"
An Simiao: ?! No, I'm asking you something! He's more likely to have gotten watermelon poisoning than he was knocked out by my fumes!!
But An Simiao, who was being staged like this for the first time, had no experience in dealing with it. His manager wasn't around, and his assistant was in the van outside the villa. Weak and helpless, he could only hold Song Liuguang's back with disgust and helplessness, and frantically said, "No, no, is this scientific?!"
"What time is it to worry about science? If we keep studying science, someone will die! Get him out of here, I'm calling 120!"
“But…this…” An Simiao grinned, looking troubled.
"If he dies here, you'll be responsible too! Do you even want to stay in this business anymore!" He Xun delivered another scathing blow.
An Simiao: "!"
This statement really hit An Simiao right where it hurts. Nobody wants to end up in jail after a day of fun! Of course, even if he doesn't end up in jail, he doesn't want to deal with the police. If he gets photographed by paparazzi and it makes headlines, his manager will definitely kill him!
Little did he know that the person he was holding unconscious was a paparazzi, unknowingly practicing the wise saying, "The most dangerous place is the safest place, and the safest thing to do is to hold the paparazzi in your arms."
An Simiao quickly helped Song Liuguang out, urging He Xun, "Then hurry up and call 120!"
Without batting an eye, He Xun agreed, and in the instant An Simiao turned around, he quickly snatched the other person's phone.
He darted through the noisy lobby, his phone in hand, and like a secret agent, slipped into the first-floor restroom in a few quick movements.
Swipe open the screen, and thank goodness, An Simiao's phone password is very simple: a "Z" shaped hand gesture.
Opening the green social media app, An Simiao's chat history with his agent was indeed still there.
The entertainment industry is too complicated. They don't even delete chat logs from five years ago, let alone the day before yesterday. They're just in case they get framed one day and can immediately show the chat screenshots to prove their innocence.
He Xun skillfully used keyword searches and indeed found something useful.
The screen displayed An Simiao's and his agent's flight information to Thailand, the address of the mentor revealed during their conversation, and a clear photo of the plane ticket.
He Xun took out his phone, quickly snapped photos of these things, and then calmly walked out of the bathroom.
He glanced at the time; from start to finish, it took less than two minutes.
good.
It's even faster than before.
He Xun walked outside, thinking to himself. From a distance, he could see that An Simiao was almost carrying Song Liuguang to the front gate of the villa.
As a celebrity, An Simiao was much slimmer than Song Liuguang. Under the desolate moonlight, her thin frame limped along, supporting a strong man a head taller than herself, which was quite pitiful.
He Xun strode after him, stretched out his long arm, and pulled Song Liuguang over as nimbly as if he were grabbing a bag of snacks from a shelf. Then, without making a sound, he stuffed An Simiao's phone back into his pocket.
Upon vaguely catching a glimpse of a familiar figure, Song Liuguang knew that it was all over. He immediately straightened up, his eyes clear: "Ah, I suddenly feel like I'm alright."
An Simiao looked completely bewildered: ???
"Thank you for taking care of my friend. It seems we don't need to call 120."
If you listen carefully, He Xun's thank you sounded quite sincere. "You should go back now. It's cold outside. Let's go for a walk in the garden for a while longer."
"All done?" An Simiao looked Song Liuguang up and down as if he had seen a ghost.
Song Liuguang nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and patted An Simiao's shoulder with great satisfaction: "That's great, thank you. You're beautiful inside and out, you'll definitely become famous."
He Xun: "Goodbye."
Then the two of them turned and left together.
An Simiao: "..." Are these two lunatics?!
And so, He Xun and Song Liuguang strolled into the back garden under An Simiao's gaze, which seemed to say, "Why are there such idiots in the world, and why are there two of them, and why did I have to run into them both tonight?"
There was no one else in the back garden, only pink and white camellias swaying in the cold wind, lonely and aloof.
Several dark clouds rolled in, obscuring most of the moon, and the entire back garden immediately darkened, as if covered by a fishing net.
The two walked to a corner and stopped.
Song Liuguang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. He squatted down first to check the photos he had just taken.
There were too many people at the villa tonight, and the cameras were too conspicuous. Not wanting to be mobbed by celebrities, he had no choice but to settle for taking pictures with his phone. Fortunately, his income had been good recently, and he had just bought a brand new phone the day before yesterday with extremely high-definition pixels, so he wasn't afraid of shooting at night.
He Xun leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Song Liuguang's glowing phone screen, but his mind was still on the Buddha amulet.
The provenance of An Si Miao's amulet is definitely questionable, otherwise the other party wouldn't be so cautious.
but.
hiss...
He exhaled a breath of cold air and rubbed his hands together as if he were holding an ice pop.
It's so cold outside.
It affects his brain function.
He Xun stubbed out his cigarette, which was more than half-smoked, and tossed the butt into the trash can. He pulled his gray short cotton jacket tighter around himself and said to Song Liuguang, "Shall we go? It's too cold outside."
He was so cold he wanted to swear.
"OK." Song Liuguang had finished checking, put away his phone, and shoved his bright red hands into his pockets like a bear. "Go back and get some sleep, I'm so tired."
He Xun laughed at him: "It's only 11 o'clock."
The two were chatting as they walked out when they suddenly heard a loud "bang" as they reached the swing in the garden!
It looks like something has fallen heavily onto the grass.
He Xun stopped abruptly, and before he could turn around, his ears were immediately filled with a woman's painful groans—
"Help...help...help me..."
The woman's voice wasn't loud, it was almost a whisper, but the back garden was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.
Song Liuguang was startled and suddenly grabbed He Xun's arm for security: "Holy crap? Is Cheng Qianyu's villa haunted? What's going on this so late at night?"
"Don't speak yet."
He Xun made a "shh" gesture, then frowned and walked towards the direction of the sound. The paparazzi Song Liuguang dared not be left behind and could only follow cautiously.
After walking a short distance, I spotted a figure sprawled on the artificial turf not far away.
Once he was sure it wasn't a ghost, Song Liuguang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But why is there a strange round bulge in the other person's abdomen?
Did you hug a balloon?
Song Liuguang scratched his head, about to say something to his brother Xun, when he saw his brother Xun's originally calm face suddenly harden, his dark eyes flickering fiercely, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
He turned his head suspiciously and took a closer look. But just that one glance sent shivers down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
This scene is far more terrifying and bloody than seeing a ghost.
The woman on the lawn had disheveled hair. On this cold night, her thin, stick-like body was covered only by a thin cotton nightgown. Her frail body had a round belly that looked like a water-filled balloon about to burst. Her slender, rough hands tightly clutched her stomach, and her equally weak legs trembled. Blood was flowing continuously from her lower body, dark red streams soaking through half of her pants.
Her face was scrunched up, making it impossible to see her original appearance.
Such a scene was too much of a shock for Song Liuguang, who had never even been in a relationship. He was stunned and stood there, as if he could see the woman's leg bones through her bright red pants.
He Xun immediately realized that this was a pregnant woman, and judging from the size of her belly, she was likely still in her late pregnancy!
That's too dangerous!
He Xun strode forward, quickly squatted down, first laid the woman's body flat, then took off his own cotton coat and placed it under the woman's legs to prevent the bleeding from worsening and to promote blood flow back to the heart.
As he worked, he shouted to Song Liuguang, "Liuguang! Call 120 quickly!"
Song Liuguang then seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly pulled out his phone.
"Madam, I know you're feeling very unwell right now."
Seeing that Song Liuguang's brain had already started working, He Xun turned his head and calmly asked the woman about her condition, "But you still have to tell me, how did you fall here? Did someone push you or did you accidentally fall?"
Although it might sound a bit jarring, based on his experience, he judged that the woman's current situation was far from optimistic. If she had been murdered and died tragically, even if the murderer wanted to cover it up, he could stand up as a witness and ensure that the woman did not die unjustly.
"I--"
The woman's pupils widened suddenly, and as she spoke, she gripped He Xun's arm tightly.
"What?" He Xun leaned closer to her.
Just then, a strong fragrance pierced through like a drill.
A slender, smooth hand, adorned with a ruby ring and painted with champagne-colored nail polish, pressed down on He Xun's wrist: "Handsome, let me do it."
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