In order to discuss the situation, Lu Xu ran to Ji Xiunian's room in the middle of the night and waited for good news from Tao Yingbo.
Ji Xiunian originally wanted to stay up until three o'clock, but he fell asleep inexplicably when Lu Xu came. Before the alarm bell rang at three o'clock, he heard Lu Xu say beside him: "Brother Nian, get up and watch the live broadcast."
"Live broadcast?" Ji Xiunian opened his eyes in a daze and saw Lu Xu lying on his bed watching iPad. His two calves were curled up and his ankles were unconsciously moving. His skin was so white that it was dazzling.
Ji Xiunian suddenly felt a little thirsty, thinking that it might be because he had just opened his eyes.
He climbed up and moved to Lu Xu's side, and turned over like him, and the two watched iPad side by side.
The name Qu Dehui was on the upper left corner of the screen. Ji Xiunian didn't expect that he would start a live broadcast at this time.
"Brother Nian, do you think this is giving yourself away?"
Lu Xu had an expression of waiting for a good show, holding his chin with one hand and smiling wickedly.
The boy had a unique fragrance, cold but making people want to taste it carefully. Ji Xiunian thought Lu Xu was using some kind of perfume, but after more contact, he found that it was his own smell.
He was attracted by Lu Xu unconsciously, and then looked at the screen and nodded: "Yes, giving yourself away."
At this time, Qu Dehui didn't think about anything else, just wanted to let fans see that he was not lying.
After thinking about that person, he always felt that this matter was related to him.
"Don't do bad things, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door."
Lu Xu said this casually, but Qu Dehui couldn't help thinking about it over and over again.
Just when he was thinking about it, there was a noise outside the door.
Qu Dehui immediately stood up, holding his mobile phone and rushed forward, and didn't forget to say to the fans in the live broadcast room: "You heard it, right? He's here again!"
Without thinking too much, Qu Dehui stretched out his hand to open the door, and it was still empty outside.
But this time he no longer felt that there was no one around, but felt that the "person" had actually entered the room.
"I know you are here, come out!" Qu Dehui was hit on the head, covered his head and looked around, and couldn't help shouting.
The fans in the live broadcast room were a little confused, not understanding what happened suddenly——
[Oh my god, this reaction of the male god is a little strange, as if he really saw a ghost, I'm so scared]
[Uh, did you see the bottles of wine lying on the ground? How much did Brother Hui drink? ]
[Damn, Brother Hui, you are drunk, go to rest and stop live broadcasting! ]
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The fans were very anxious, fearing that he would be used to criticize him for his current state.
However, Qu Dehui's mental state was a little dazed, and he had no intention of looking at the screen of his mobile phone.
He was in a highly defensive state of mind, and he always felt that someone behind him kept looking back. In the end, he simply leaned his back against the wall and looked around vigilantly.
"It's you, it must be you."
At this moment, Qu Dehui was more and more certain that there was a ghost. He intuitively felt that the man was Tao Moumou from everything that happened before, but ten years have passed and he has even forgotten his name. He
was just a civilian who had no power or influence to write songs. It was not that he did not pay him at the beginning. He was the one who did not know how to raise himself and asked
for death. What does it have to do with him, Qu Dehui? Besides, the man could not do anything to him when he was alive, and he could not do anything to him even more after he died.
"Yes, I'm not afraid of you!" Qu Dehui prepared himself mentally with great difficulty and gradually relaxed.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the bathroom. Qu Dehui rushed in without thinking, as if he wanted to fight with Tao Yingbo.
The bathroom was spacious and clean. At a glance, there was no sign of anyone inside.
Qu Dehui was in a daze, and suddenly felt a shadow in the mirror. He held the phone tightly, turned his head suddenly, and saw that the person in the mirror was not him at all.
He put the phone in front of him and yelled: "I knew it was you!"
Tao Yingbo glanced at his phone screen and smiled sarcastically: "I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago after doing so many bad things."
"Of course I forgot a long time ago, you are not a big shot, why should I remember." Qu Dehui said, and his courage suddenly grew, "Why, do you think I am afraid of you?"
Tao Yingbo was too familiar with his arrogant expression. Whether he was alive or dead, Qu Dehui was always arrogant and had no respect at all.
If Lu Xu hadn't told him not to take action. Tao Yingbo really wanted to strangle him to death.
"Since you are already dead, you should go to where the dead should go. Now you are relying on me, do you expect me to burn some paper money for you?"
"No, I just want to see how the thief who stole my things fell from grace." Tao Yingbo suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a little ridiculous, and he sneered, "You think you are great, but without my songs you are nothing. You care a lot, right? They say you have run out of talent and that you are yesterday's flower. In fact, they are wrong. You are just a thief. You take everything from others. You have no talent at all..."
"Shut up!" Qu Dehui just felt it was harsh.
A person who cares so much about face as him can't stand other people's contemptuous eyes.
"I paid you, how can you be a thief? Besides, your songs were not famous to begin with, and I paid for the album to make them popular. It was me who made your songs popular, not your songs that made me famous, okay?"
Qu Dehui has always been bothered by people saying that he became famous with the songs in his first album, as if he would be nothing without those songs.
It was he who sang those songs, and it was also he who released that album.
If it weren't for him, how could the songs of a migrant worker like Tao Yingbo be heard by others?
Tao Yingbo always knew that Qu Dehui was thick-skinned, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless.
"Do you want me to apologize to you? Let me tell you, don't even think about it, I'm right, and the songs are mine if I sang them!" Qu Dehui shouted at the top of his lungs, not knowing whether he was talking to Tao Yingbo or to himself.
Tao Yingbo was not surprised at this, but he suddenly felt that this person's life was meaningless: "I don't need your apology. In fact, you have already hurt me when you did those things. Apologies are useless and I won't accept them." Tao Yingbo no longer had any intention of talking nonsense. He originally wanted to record his words, but he didn't expect that he started a live broadcast himself, and all his words were still seen by netizens.
"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. What's mine is mine. You can't take it away no matter how hard you try." This sentence has been buried in Tao Yingbo's heart for too long. The moment he said it today, the long-suppressed resentment suddenly disappeared.
His expression of indifference made Qu Dehui very uncomfortable, and then he smashed his mobile phone on the mirror: "Get lost!"
Tao Yingbo had no interest in getting along with lunatics, and he left the moment the mobile phone touched the mirror.
Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian looked at the iPad head to head, and they felt that Qu Dehui's mood seemed a little abnormal.
The live broadcast was interrupted when the mobile phone hit the mirror, and it was estimated that it was broken.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Although Lu Xu knew that he could almost get rid of this man tonight, he didn't expect the other party to cooperate actively and proactively.
He held his chin with one hand, exited the live broadcast page and read netizens' comments.
Just as he expected, although it was three o'clock in the morning, there were many people staying up late online.
Qu Dehui was already famous, and he had just been on the hot search before, so he was pushed out as soon as he started the live broadcast.
Everyone wanted to come in to watch him live broadcast and get knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and fans wanted to accompany him to figure out what was going on.
But after watching the whole process, I found that things didn't seem to be that simple -
[@自然草莓派: I was stunned, what did he mean by what he just said, using other people's songs to release his own album? ]
[@米天轮破轮: I originally wanted to accompany my favorite singer to see who is causing trouble, but I never dreamed that my house would collapse after accompanying him. I just want to ask, what he just meant was that he stole someone else's song and forced the person to death, I think this plot is too magical, even novels dare not write it like this]
[@頭髮超多: It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. Although I'm not a fan, I have always had a good impression of Qu Dehui, and I quite like his earliest songs. Who would have thought that his famous song was someone else's, and he even said it during the live broadcast, what a talent]
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Almost everyone thinks that Qu Dehui has psychological problems.
There was no one else during the entire live broadcast. He played two roles and muttered to himself the whole time.
If I hadn't heard him say it with my own ears, who would have found out that the creative king stole other people's works?
The past seemed to become clear all of a sudden-
no wonder he reached the peak when he debuted, and there has been no such good works after his first album.
No wonder his level is sometimes high and sometimes low, it turns out that the person writing the songs is different every time.
Looking at his state in the past two days, it is clear that he is in a trance.
From the so-called ghost knocking on the door to the conversation with the person in the mirror, everything is more like his hallucination.
This hallucination made people see his true face, and everyone's mood was very complicated -
fans felt that their house had collapsed, and passers-by suddenly became curious about who the original owner of this album was.
From what Qu Dehui said, it wasn't long after he stole someone else's album that the person died in an accident. As for whether it was an accident or something else, I guess only they themselves know.
Almost everyone is looking for the original, and always feels that this person should be talented -
but such a strong singer has left before they even get to know each other, which is indeed a pity.