The proprietress had never chased stars before, so she couldn't understand how excited the little girls were about to faint when they saw Ben Ming, but at this moment, she really had difficulty breathing, her mind was blank, and she felt like she was about to fall into a coma in a trance.
"..." Chu He looked at her, thinking that he didn't make it clear, and repeated with a smile: "I'm sorry, can you take five minutes?"
-Phoenix Ming Wang completely forgot the last time he showed a smile in front of the lotus seat, knocked out the eighteen golden arhats on the spot, and even the third generation Ming Wang accidentally smashed the halberd on his leg.
The proprietress stared at him with her eyes fixed, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. After a while, she swayed a few times and fell to the ground.
Phoenix Ming Wang: "..."
In the completely frozen scene, Zhou Hui got up from his seat, walked forward through the dead coffee shop, took Chu He's hand and pulled him back to the seat and pressed him down, and took a hat from the little girl next to him and handed it to him. buckle.
"You lose," he smiled.
Chu He didn't say a word, just sat there expressionless, refusing to communicate with the outside world.
Zhou Hui understood the reason why poor thieves should not chase, so he didn't force him at this time, he just smiled and turned around and snapped his fingers. With a bang, the entire cafe seemed to be activated by a switch, and everyone woke up like a dream, looking around in a trance, not knowing what just happened.
Zhou Hui pulled the brim of Chu He's hat down again, then turned around and walked towards the bar—he walked like a wild leopard walking in the jungle, leisurely, vigorous and powerful, although it attracted a lot of attention, It's not as exaggerated as the appearance of the Phoenix Ming Wang Dharma.
When I walked to the bar, the proprietress was getting up from the ground, and she was puzzled and didn't know why she fell down just now.
Zhou Hui stretched out his hand to help her up, his smile seemed to shatter the most splendid sunshine in summer, the strong hormonal scent made people blush, and even when he spoke, his voice was full of magnetism: "Hello—"
The proprietress blushed and pulled her hair together. At that moment, she regained the feeling of her 18-year-old girlhood: "Hello, how can I help?"
"Yes, I want to ask you about someone." Zhou Hui took out the photo to show her, and said politely, "These are two of my friends. Shall we go to the kitchen in the back to chat?"
The moment he turned around, Zhou Hui made a victory gesture from behind, Chu He turned his face away and pretended not to see it.
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At the same time, on the top floor of the office building above the cafe, Liao Liang sat in a luxurious office with floor-to-ceiling windows and a viewing platform, staring at the photo frame motionless.
The photo is old, and the tear marks are bent and slightly wrinkled. It can be seen how carefully they were torn, for fear of damaging the person's clothes. He stroked the cold glass on the photo frame. The hot tears shed on this photo have disappeared, but he can still remember that night, when he drove his car to the top of the mountain and sat alone all night, the kind of The night wind is cold to the pain and despair in the bone marrow.
There is a kind of pain that will not subside over time, it will always be with you, rooted in the depths of your soul, and will continue to grow over time.
"It's time for you to go down," a cold female voice suddenly sounded in the empty office.
Liao Liang raised his eyes blankly, a small mirror stood abruptly beside the desk, and a woman's face was reflected in the mirror.
It was a very beautiful woman, with long silver hair, and the corners of her brows and eyes were full of style. Even if her face was frosty, she couldn't reduce her all kinds of amorous feelings. However, when Liao Liang stared at her, there was no change in his eyes, and he only said hoarsely, "Do you have to go?"
"You have collected too little soul yang in the past few days. If you drag it on, Lu Xiaochen's corpse will rot. Human world's corpse preservation technology still has many limitations."
Liao Liang hesitated for a moment: "But I heard that Feng Si's team leader was the Ming King of Heaven's Way before, and his strength is very strong..."
"Because of this, his soul yang qi is enough for you." The woman paused and changed her tone of temptation: "Don't worry, there is a difference between the Heavenly Dao and Ming Wang. Although the phoenix is an ancient divine bird, It was because he was raised by the Buddha that he was appointed to the position of King Ming. He was not as domineering as the five great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism. In addition, he was completely destroyed. Now is the weakest period in thousands of years, unlike you. It's so hard to imagine."
"But if he gets angry..."
"You just want to separate a ray of soul from his mortal body, and you don't want to kill him. What's so difficult? Besides, I will help you if something happens. If you still hesitate, it will be too late."
A struggling look appeared on Liao Liang's face: "But last time that bar MB turned into a corpse, and even alarmed the legendary team leader Zhou—"
When she heard Zhou Hui, the woman suddenly fell silent, and complex light flashed in her eyes.
After a long while, she said coldly, "There are always surprises when you're pumping your soul. I'm here to help you only for the sake of the same sickness and compassion, but if you're afraid of everything, then don't do anything."
Liao Liang gritted his teeth for a moment, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his mind. After a long time, his eyes fell on the photo frame in his hand, and his Adam's apple slid violently. The pain and longing that he could not ask for finally forced him to make up his mind.
"I'll go." He stood up straight: "It's already started, it can't end... I'll go."
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In the back kitchen of the cafe, the proprietress sat radiantly opposite Zhou Hui, her voice at least three times softer than usual: "These two people? I remember. Did you know that there is a Liao's risk assessment company in our building, the boss said that There is quite a background, the third generation in the red or the third generation in the army? Every time we come to buy coffee, the little girl here is rushing to serve. Then Mr. Liao came over with the two people in the photo that day, and it turned out to be a fight... "
Zhou Hui said in surprise: "How did the fight start?"
"I don't know. The three of them sat in the back and talked about things. They didn't look very good. They looked like they were about to quarrel. We didn't dare to go up and listen. Then the two young people stood up and wanted to leave. Liao The boss grabbed this—" The proprietress pointed to Lu Xiaochen in the photo, and said, "After grabbing this, the other turn was to punch Mr. Liao in the face, and then it started."
Seeing no one around, she leaned over to gossip and said, "In my opinion, these two young people are a couple, and they held hands when they came. As for the one surnamed Liao, she probably liked one of them, but she wanted to hold hands. I didn't hold it, but was beaten by another one - oh, we knocked over our table and chair that day, and the police came over..."
"Come here and take everyone away?" Zhou Hui asked.
"How can it be, then Mr. Liao is a third-generation celebrity." The proprietress pointed to Bo Chao in the photo, and said, "I took this one who started the first move away. The police are very polite to the surnamed Liao."
Zhou Hui made a "uh" and pointed at Lu Xiaochen: "Then what about this person, who left with the surname Liao?"
"No, after the police left, he punched Liao, and then rushed out."
The proprietress seemed to reminisce about the same-sex love triangle gossip. She didn't even care about the lost desks and chairs that day, she just kept asking Zhou Hui: "—Are these two really your friends? What happened next? Did Yuanyang separate them?"
Zhou Hui looked at the photo silently. The two young people above smiled at each other, carefree. They should have a bright future and a happy life.
"No, they are all dead." He sighed and murmured, "Some lovers are inseparable."
He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the lady boss. The latter was stunned for a moment, then his vision was dazed, his mind became dizzy, and he slowly fell on the table and let out an even breathing sound.
Zhou Hui stood up and walked out, when suddenly the phone rang in his pocket. He looked at the number, connected and asked, "Xian San?"
"Vice Yu and the others found the warehouse that Feng Si calculated, and it sure is not far from Liao's house. I was wandering in it just now." Situ Yingzhi clicked his tongue on the other end of the phone and said, "I wipe you, you should really come and have a look. - There is blood on the ground and the walls, how can two people bleed so much?"
"-Two people?"
"Yeah, not only the Lu Xiaochen you investigated died here, but the body of Bo Chao was found in the concrete wall just now. It's almost finished corruption, it's been two months since he died, tsk tsk, what a pity... I I don't understand this, but the police called by Deputy Yu said that this warehouse was the first scene of Bo Chao's murder, but Lu Xiaochen can't say for sure."
Zhou Hui frowned: "I'm not sure what to say?"
"No corpses, only Bo Chao in the cement wall, no Lu Xiaochen—what a treat to the hard-working couple..."
Zhou Hui thought about it, remembering that Bo Chao was killed two months ago, but Lu Xiaochen died a month ago. It happened that the place of death was the same, and he seemed to understand something.
"Lu Xiaochen's body should be taken away by the surnamed Liao to be used as a demon." He paused and said solemnly: "You can randomly call two smart guys from a group to check Liao Liang's whereabouts in the past month. I suspect he killed more people than the jumping corpse."
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In the coffee shop booth, Chu He raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "—Master Liao?"
Liao Liang was wearing a neatly crafted suit, which was much more pleasing to the eye than the fidgety look when he met at Liao's house that day. It can be seen that it is reasonable to say that people want clothes and Buddhas want gold. However, no matter how good his attire was, he couldn't hide his haggard complexion. I don't know if it was the reason why he couldn't sleep at night. There was even a thick black in his eyes.
"Team Feng Si," he smiled a little unnaturally: "Why are you here? My office is upstairs, come down for a cup of coffee, what a coincidence."
Chu He put down the phone, leaned back on the chair gently, looked up and down the man in front of him, and asked after a while, "How did you recognize me?"
- The appearance of the Phoenix Ming King's deity is really shocking, but with the beauty comes a cold sense of oppression.
Liao Liang's little finger trembled like a reflex, and then he pressed his hand on the table seemingly inadvertently, and said with a smile: "A few years ago, when you didn't leave the special place, we met from a distance in the Military Commission once, and I was fortunate to witness you. It's true. But I was a student at the time, and my appearance has changed a lot now. It's normal that you don't remember."
He took the tea list stuck by the table: "What would you like to order? I'll ask."
Chu He said, "No need."
Liao Liang ordered a cup of mocha himself, returned the tea order to the waiter, and said, "Actually, I have always wanted to invite you to dinner to express my gratitude. If it wasn't for you that day, I would have been jumped to the body... and you have been injured. Now How are your hands?"
"Okay." Chu He said casually, "You spent two million, so you don't need to invite me again."
"No no, that's different, you can't say that spending money can hurt you at will..."
Liao Liang suddenly got stuck.
Under normal circumstances, honorific titles should not be used here. Whether it is to get closer to each other or to seduce intentionally, once you use "you", the whole mood becomes nondescript.
However, Liao Liang is too rich and powerful. As long as he hooks his fingers, a large number of beautiful men and women will take the initiative to climb up to hook up, so he is not very good at picking up a conversation. What's more, even if Chu He is in a bad state, his overall aura is higher than him.
Liao Liang hesitated for a moment, but the small cold mirror in his trouser pocket moved, as if urging.
"I... once invested in a French restaurant in Wangfujing, where the wine and seafood are good." Liao Liang grinned, gritted his teeth and said, "How is this weekend? Do you have time?"
Chu He stared at him and adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, as if he felt a little interesting.
"I don't have time." He said slowly, then interrupted him before Liao Liang was eager to speak: "—Master Liao, with all due respect, you look like this..."
He paused and said with great interest, "Are you seducing me?"
The waiter came to deliver the mocha, and the cup was placed in front of Liao Liang, but he didn't respond, only looked at Chu He in amazement.
From any angle, Chu He doesn't seem like someone who is sensitive to emotions.
Whether it is a person or a deity, his naturally cold expression is expressed from the bottom of his heart. He should be the type that is very closed to himself and doesn't pay attention to the things around him. Even if his admirer kneels at his feet and worships him, he should not pay any attention.
"How do you..." Liao Liang said in embarrassment.
"You may have misunderstood me." Chu He looked at him and seemed to find it very interesting: "I have seen a lot of people like you, most of them are more powerful and powerful than you, and at most you are just a poor technical person. It's just an imitator... don't blush, I'll forget it in two days, it's okay."
Liao Liang was overwhelmed and subconsciously covered his pants pocket.
The ice-like temperature of the mirror jolted him, and he regained a little composure from the cold, and he remembered the old yellowed photo in the office upstairs.
-Indeed, he and that person never took a photo alone, the only photo taken together was collaged after tearing out Bo Chao in the middle.
This sad fact made him suddenly have a desperate courage from the desperate situation.
"...Actually, I want to ask you out alone, and there's another thing..." Liao Liang said slowly, swallowing hard.
"A man who helped me wants me to bring you a message."
He grabbed the mirror, took it out of his trouser pocket, and handed it to Chu He.
This simple action seemed a little weird, because his hand holding the mirror was trembling slightly, and his nails even had white edges due to too much force.
Chu He looked down at the mirror.
At that moment, Liao Liang was almost ready to slap himself to death in broad daylight like an expert in martial arts novels. He knew that the source of this person in the mirror was unknown. The goddess is very strong, but whether she can deal with the Phoenix Ming King is really something that God doesn't know.
Liao Liang's face was very strange because of its stiffness. But then Chu He raised his head, his expression as usual: "—I have seen Zhou Hui naked, and the heroine is also an acquaintance, but shouldn't this kind of bed photo be used to blackmail Zhou Hui?"
He pointed to the men and women who were entangled on the mirror, and said, "What can I do with it."
Liao Liang didn't fully understand the mystery of the mirror.
The impression she gave Liao Liang was that she was always cold. It wasn't like Chu He, who had no interest in anything, so he was very easy-going and indifferent to everything, but was really cold and cold, as if it was always wrapped in the breath of wind and snow.
But now, there is something different in her eyes when she looks at Chu He, there seems to be a kind of strong disgust and hatred overflowing from the cold, making her eyes flash even more chilling: "This side The mirror can make people see the most secret fear in their hearts." She evoked a creepy smile: "Long time no see, Phoenix Ming, so what did you see just now?"
Chu He and her looked at each other, and neither of them moved for a few seconds. Then he suddenly shot and stabbed the goddess in the mirror's throat!
However, the Snow Mountain Goddess moved faster, the mirror instantly turned into countless fragments, and a white hand stretched out in the flying, brushing Chu He's fingertips like lightning.
- It was really just a very, very slight, even imperceptible touch.
But in the next second, a halo was drawn from her fingertips in Chu He's body, the color was as red as blood, and disappeared in the mirror fragments in an instant.
"Shakti!" Chu He got up in a rage, and everyone in the cafe turned back to look at each other; in the next second, Zhou Hui pressed his shoulder from behind and turned all the mirror fragments in mid-air into powder with one palm!
-boom!
The whistling hurricane rose flat on the ground, shaking the entire building in an instant, and everyone fell to the ground in the violent turmoil.
Chu He chased out two steps and stopped beside the collapsed wall.
I saw vehicle alarms all over the street, passersby stopped in panic, and countless vehicles blared piercing horns at the same time; everyone in the cafe was lying under the table, trembling and afraid to move.
"Liao Liang wanted to revive the lover who committed suicide, and the Snow Mountain Goddess Shakti offered to help him, use him to get close to you, and take the opportunity to take a trace of real fire out of your soul." Zhou Hui walked from behind Chu He and slapped hard. Covered in ashes, he said coldly, "They must have gone to Liao's house. Damn, the unfortunate corpse of the first love must be hidden there."
Chu He gasped slightly and asked, "Did you see that mirror?"
"I see." Zhou Hui said lightly, "It's not... what you imagined. What about you?"
Chu He did not answer immediately.
He was silent for a moment before saying, "...It's not what I thought it was."