Seeing his actions, Ling Lang's first reaction was sulfuric acid. When an artist who eats by his face was thrown sulfuric acid, Ling Lang was definitely not the first to encounter it, nor would he be the last.
Reflexively, he stretched out his hand to block it, saying that it was too late, but then a figure flew over and pinned Ling Lang down, followed by a miserable cry that made everyone who heard it shudder.
There was chaos in the hall, people fled in all directions, screaming one after another, for fear of being contaminated with a little bit of corrosive liquid.
The manager threw Ling Lang down with just an instinct. After the brain reacted, a strong sense of fear emerged spontaneously. He continued to scream uncontrollably. He saw Ling Lang took off his mask and asked him anxiously. The other's mouth was moving but no sound could be heard.
After calling for a long time, the manager finally stopped, looked down at himself who had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and realized that something was wrong.
He put the splashed hand under his nose, smelled it, licked it again, and cursed angrily, "Ri, it's glucose!"
Ling Lang breathed a long sigh of relief, and the worried expression on his face disappeared in an instant. The manager felt a little regretful. He rarely saw Ling Lang revealing his true feelings, especially when he was worried about him. .
The security guard who didn't know where to hide just now saw that the murderer was not holding sulfuric acid, so he ran over aggressively and subdued the opponent who was trying to escape.
Feng Hao strode up to Ling Lang and the two of them, but the first thing he did was to pat his manager on the shoulder, "I didn't see you wrong, I'll give you a raise."
After saying that, he pulled Ling Lang up, "Let's go, you won't be able to leave in a while."
The agent was stunned and dazed, not knowing that his salary was related to Feng Hao by half a dime. The reporter who had reacted helplessly watched Feng Hao pull Ling Lang away, and had no choice but to shift the target to the frightened agent.
Only then did the agent realize that he was abandoned again, and shouted angrily in the surrounding circle, "Ri, anyway, you bring me too, who am I getting wet for!"
Feng Hao got into the driver's seat and started the car quickly, "You know that person just now?"
Ling Lang shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."
"It looks like I'm following you, but luckily it's not sulfuric acid, otherwise..." He glanced at the corner of Ling Lang's clothes, even with the protection of his manager, it was inevitably covered with liquid.
The first thing Feng Hao did when he got home was to go back to the bedroom and make a phone call. Ling Lang turned on the TV, and the faces of the manager and the murderer appeared alternately in the camera. Facing the countless cameras, the murderer spoke nonsense without hesitation.
"I know you're watching. I used to watch you on TV, but one day it's your turn to watch me on TV, and one day I can let you hear my voice... let me go!"
He fought tenaciously with the police behind him, trying his best to bring his face closer to the camera, "I want to tell you, I like you, I want to strip you, lock you, kiss you, possess you..."
"Shut up, Lao Tzu!" The manager's words were inserted into a voice-over, but the police stopped him when he tried to pounce. The murderer was in high spirits and smiled grimly, "I even want to beat you with a whip, I want to make your feet weak, I want to hear You cried and begged me for mercy..."
Ling Lang held onto the sink and retched for a long time. It was obviously the same thing. Feng Hao said it, and he accepted it without much resistance. Speaking from someone else's mouth, it made him feel so sick. Could it be because of allergic sequelae
The efficiency of the media in solving the case is far faster than that of the police, and it took less than half a day to sort out the ins and outs of the case. The murderer used to be a die-hard fan of Ling Lang, and he even became obsessed with it to the point of pervertedness.
After the relationship between Ling Lang and Feng Hao was semi-public, the murderer turned from love to hate. He mixed into the crew, first mixed the melted chocolate into Ling Lang's coffee, and then ambush at the hospital door with the intention of inflicting a ruthless hand, but he did not expect that the hospital was in the hospital. There were many identical bottles, and he took the wrong bottle in a hurry, saving Ling Lang's life unintentionally.
After the incident, the hospital was forced to count all the IV bottles, and finally found the concentrated sulfuric acid with a concentration of 98% that was originally used to harm people.
The next day, the media further exposed the murderer’s residence. The walls were densely covered with photos and posters of Ling Lang, DVDs and magazines with Ling Lang’s images were everywhere, and even the bed was placed with a pillow for Ling Lang’s body. .
A large number of yellow pictures were found in his computer, all of which were Ling Lang's avatar on the PS of the male actor's exposed body, and countless protagonists' names were replaced by Ling Lang's gay sex.
In the end, the police found a tattered prison uniform in his home, and detected the murderer's DNA on the prison uniform. As soon as the news came out, Ling Lang couldn't eat for a whole day.
The next day, Ling Lang habitually got up early, and picking up the newspaper was almost the only housework Feng Hao needed to do when he was at home—if it could be considered a housework.
The drawer at the bottom of the cabinet was very low. Usually Ling Lang could open it with a hand, but today he hesitated, lowered his head, bit the handle with his teeth and pulled the drawer open, took out the palm-sized fleece inside, and arched the drawer back again. .
He skillfully covered the flannel on the newspaper, took it in his mouth, turned around, and Feng Hao's feet appeared in his field of vision.
"I'm worried about your body so I'll take a look," Feng Hao crouched down and stroked his head, "I didn't expect you to do so well."
Ling Lang was unable to speak with the newspaper in his mouth, and only blinked twice.
"But you've just recovered. I'm not at ease. You don't need to take the newspaper these days, and you can suspend the exercise."
Ling Lang felt that the second half of the sentence was really good, he handed the newspaper to Feng Hao and followed him back to the bed.
Feng Hao opened the entertainment page, and Ling Lang's name appeared on the front page again, but today's content was subtly different from the previous day.
The location where the artist's photo should have appeared normally, but two clear front and profile portraits were published, with the word "wanted" written in bold red below.
A wanted notice was published on the entertainment page, which was unheard of, not to mention that it was closely linked to Ling Lang's name.
Only then did Ling Lang notice the headline of the headline - "The murderer who attacked Ling Lang a few days ago escaped on the way to escort, whereabouts unknown".
Ling Lang originally thought that Feng Hao would react when he saw the news, such as banning him from going out or something, but Feng Hao's performance was extremely indifferent, he turned the page without expression, as if nothing had happened.
After breakfast, the two drove to the crew. When Ling Lang appeared in the crew, everyone gathered to greet him, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh my dear little Langlang~" The director rushed over enthusiastically, Ling Lang flashed, and he slammed into the door behind Ling Lang, "Mud hi howl?" He asked tearfully while covering his nose.
The drama manager in charge of personnel also kept chasing after Ling Lang to apologize, "That person is a temporary worker, and I blame me for not being strict with the review. In the future, recruiting people will definitely check three generations. I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go."
In the end, the poor assistant who had been taught a lesson by the broker said, "I promise that in the future, people will be in the coffee, and people will leave the coffee to pour, so that there will be no opportunity for criminals, and I will never auction yours on the Internet in the future. Clothes woo woo woo."
"Where's the golden retriever?" Ling Lang glanced around on the set but couldn't see the golden figure.
"The veterinarian said that it's okay to eat less, and it's not a big problem," someone replied. "There was no show of it in the early stage, so I didn't come."
Feng Hao waited until there was no one around before leaning into his ear and teasing, "Caring about the same kind?"
Ling Lang pretended not to understand, "I care about my colleagues."
"Prison Breakback Ocean II" follows a purely commercial route. The plot is much bloodier than the previous one. Ling Lang plays a completely different character from the last time. Very polite.
Before he met Feng Hao, he was a little bastard doing nothing on the street, and he even had a shabby little brother under his command.
Ling Lang and his younger brother were lying in ambush in a warehouse at the dock. Before, he accidentally learned that there would be a transaction here tonight. He thought it was just smuggling tobacco and alcohol, so he wanted to take the opportunity to see if there was a chance to get some oil and water.
"Big brother, I want to pee," the younger brother waited too long, and he was obviously unable to hold back his breath.
"Hold on," Ling Lang scolded him, "How can you be such a big deal."
The younger brother muttered a few words in a low voice, "Smuggling two cigarettes is also a big deal. If you have the ability, you can sell some flour."
Ling Lang was about to beat him up, "How many times have I told you that if you dare to touch that, I'll...shh—"
Hearing someone coming in, he immediately signaled the other party to keep silent. The two held their breath and hid behind the box. They recognized from the footsteps that a lot of people came, followed by the heavy sound of the box landing. Ling Lang felt bad. This doesn't sound like the weight of alcohol and tobacco.
The two parties to the transaction were very quiet, and there was not a single extra sentence. Ling Lang could not see the situation outside, but the faint sound of a machine made his expression more and more nervous. Guessing that the situation was not good, he covered his mouth nervously.
Ling Lang grabbed the younger brother's hand and wrote the word "Cancel" in the palm of the other's hand. The younger brother understood and nodded desperately. The two gave up their previous plans and lurked in the same place, only to evacuate as soon as the people outside left.
The transaction seemed to be over, the footsteps drifted away, and the whole warehouse returned to silence. The younger brother gestured to Ling Lang to go out, Ling Lang returned him a waiting gesture, and he quietly stuck his head out of the hiding place.
As soon as he appeared, Ling Lang was dumbfounded. Several black gun barrels were aimed straight at him. He glanced at the center of the warehouse and saw Feng Hao.
Ling Lang and the younger brother were both taken to Feng Hao. Ling Lang finally saw clearly. Where they smuggled tobacco and alcohol, it was clearly arms. Where did the younger brother see this battle, he immediately knelt down with his legs weak.
A blunt Southeast Asian man said, "Tiaozi?"
Someone on the other side of the transaction answered, "It doesn't seem to be."
"Whether he is or not, if he sees it, he will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the gun being loaded a few times around, and the crotch of the younger brother immediately became wet.
Ling Lang was also extremely nervous in his heart, his legs were trembling a little, but he still held his head up hard and put on a negotiating gesture, "I swear we won't say anything."
The little brother nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Dead man, I won't say," the Southeast Asian man waved, and his men raised their guns at the two at the same time.
Ling Lang subconsciously took a step closer to the younger brother's direction, with a look of fear on his face, did he really have to die here today
"Wait a minute," Feng Hao, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly said, and everyone present looked at him.
Feng Hao's eyes were on Ling Lang, "Come here."
Ling Lang first glanced at him, then nervously looked left and right, their guns hadn't been put away yet, and he was not sure which one would suddenly go off and his life would be over.
Feng Hao saw his concerns, waved his hand nonchalantly, and his subordinates put down their guns hesitantly.
"Come on," he repeated.
Only then did Ling Lang rub against him at the speed of a turtle.
"Come a little more."
The distance between the two can already reach each other with a hand.
Feng Hao pinched Ling Lang's chin and looked at his face left and right.
"name."
Feng Hao's words were too succinct, and it took Ling Lang a while to understand that he was asking for his name.
"no name."
Seeing that Feng Hao didn't say anything, he added, "I'm an orphan, no one has given me a name."
"Then what do people call you?"
"Everyone on the road calls me Brother Lang," Ling Lang deliberately put on a tough stance. He had already seen that it was absolutely useless to show weakness to this person and beg for mercy.
"Bold! Dare to call yourself a brother in front of Feng Ye!" one of the subordinates reprimanded.
Feng Hao shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
"Want to die?" he asked Ling Lang.
"Of course not," he answered honestly.
"Follow me from now on," Feng Hao said lightly, and everyone in the audience, including Ling Lang, was stunned.
"Wait a minute!" The Southeast Asians stopped.
Feng Hao raised his palm and told him not to speak.
Ling Lang was frightened by his words, and did not express his position for a long time. Feng Hao asked patiently again, "How is it?"
"What about him?" Ling Lang pointed at the little brother on the ground.
Feng Hao shook his head, "He can't."
The younger brother instantly showed despair.
"Then I can't either," Ling Lang refused decisively, and many people present gasped.
Feng Hao stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at each other under his hands. Since he followed Feng Hao, he has never seen him smile.
He raised his head, but the person he spoke to was a Southeast Asian, "I want these two."
The other party gritted his teeth, "No, outsiders are unreliable."
"Since I have spoken, they are no longer outsiders."
"You don't know their identities, how do you know they're not undercover?"
"I swear I'm not!" The younger brother interrupted in a panic, "I won't tell anyone about tonight!"
"I swear, too," Ling Lang said, "If he says it, I will, I will kill him and then commit suicide."
Feng Hao's eyes sank suddenly, "If you dare to mention suicide again, I will kill you first."
Ling Lang was shocked by his moodiness and did not dare to speak for a long time.
"I'm different..." The Southeast Asian man's last word can never be said, because at this moment there is a bullet hole in the center of his brow, he stared at Feng Hao in disbelief, and then slowly fell down, that half sentence became his last words.
Ling Lang also froze in place. He was standing opposite Feng Hao, but he couldn't even see how he drew the gun. Now the other party's hand was still on his shoulder, as if he was a natural butt of a gun. .
Only then did the subordinates of the Southeast Asians react. It was too late to think about resisting. This was the first time the younger brother witnessed the gang fight, and he was so frightened that he covered his head and screamed. corpse.
Ling Lang looked at Feng Hao in shock, and only then did he realize that the person he met today was not at all the same level as the so-called "big brother" of the "Dao Shang" he had known before, and he could obliterate him without blinking his eyes. A person's life is like stepping on an ant.
Feng Hao put away the gun as if nothing had happened, "From today onwards, your name will be Xiao Ling."