"To me, each of you, fans, viewers, people who love me, are all murderers."
Lu Zixi's eyes were as cold as an abyss.
He reached out and smashed the trophy in his hand onto the stage.
The host wants to come up, "Mr. Lu, this..."
Lu Zixi turned his head and looked at him coldly with a sullen look in his eyes.
The host didn't dare to persuade him.
Lu Zixi casually stretched out his hand and tugged at the neckline. Because his fingers were too hard, he even pulled off a few buttons.
His face was pale, his bangs fell on his forehead, and he stood on the stage with a chilling violent feeling.
Lu Zixi continued to turn his head and looked at the stunned audience.
"When the person I loved the most died, so did I. I wanted to kill all of you at all costs."
He even planned it.
Have a big memorial service.
Spending huge sums of money to get his thousands of fans to attend.
Then detonate the bomb and die with them.
Why is his sister lying in the cold urn, and these indirect murderers are still alive and well
But in the end he gave up the idea.
He was afraid that after he died, his body would be covered in blood, and Weiwei might despise him for being dirty when she saw it, so she didn't want him.
Lu Zixi looked at everyone coldly, and finally he turned his eyes to the camera.
Then he slowly let out a cold smile
"A word to those who like me, you make me sick."
After speaking, Lu Zixi's face was cold, and he stepped off the stage with his long legs.
Then straight away.
He drove directly to the police station.
Call the chief, "I'm going to turn myself in."
The chief came running with a bunch of policemen, and saw Lu Zixi in a black suit, sitting on a chair, with a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes empty and deep.
Director: "Mr. Lu, this..."
Lu Zixi turned back lazily, and let out a smoke ring casually.
In the hazy fog, he said indifferently: "I killed Bai Ziwen and the bitch who killed Weiwei. I have kept the tool corpse, including the video evidence of my murder."
These words shocked everyone.
Would someone keep a video of their murderer
Lu Zixi seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and was terribly calm.
"Intentional homicide, bad behavior, a death sentence should be enough."
—
On the day of the execution, Xiao Yi came to visit the prison with a tired expression.
No matter how wealthy and powerful the Lu family was, there was no way to get Lu Zixi off the hook.
Not to mention, Lu Zixi was fully prepared.
Just for a death sentence.
There was nothing the lawyer could do, and Lu Zixi didn't leave any way out for himself.
Xiao Yi broke his leg and only asked for a reprieve.
In the end, Lu Zixi threatened with a phone call, which made all lawyers dare not take the case.
He was determined to die.
No one can stop it.
When the death sentence was handed down, Xiao Yi stared blankly at the verdict all night, his mind went blank.
Blossoming at the top of the box office is more of a huge irony to him.
Lu Zixi sat on the chair with an expressionless face.
He was a lot haggard, and his hair was untreated and lost its luster.
His face became thinner and his eyes darker.
His face was still handsome, but with a cold suffocating aura.
Seeing him like this, Xiao Yi couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his hands. The tears of a big man couldn't stop at all.
"Lu Zixi, you are too cruel to yourself."
Step by step, I personally pushed myself to the point of death.
No madman can be so cruel to himself.
There was hardly any change in Lu Zixi's eyes, the moment he announced Bai Weiwei's death in the hospital.
completely dead.
Sitting here today is nothing but a walking dead.