Shining Stars: First Producer

Knowing clearly what a big oolong he had caused, the detective let out a dry cough and lay down as if nothing had happened.

"Remember to turn off the light for me when you go out," the detective said nonchalantly.

Those who were still standing there in a daze had never thought that he would have such a thick skin. After a long time, he asked in disbelief, "Don't you want to say anything more?"

Really stretched out his hands to cover his ears, and showed his response with practical actions.

The man looked at him like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, couldn't help but sneered, approached slowly, and looked down at him.

The detective felt a shadow cast over his eyes, and rolled his eyes twice involuntarily. His guilt made him unable to pretend nothing had happened.

"I was woken up by your scream in the middle of the night, do you think you can fall asleep as if nothing had happened?" the man said with a sneer, making a crisp sound with his fingers.

He waited for a while after he finished speaking, but the detective was still in such a state of non-violence and non-cooperation. If it’s inappropriate, I can handle it in any other way.”

This blatant threat made the detective's heart tighten, and he quickly sat up and said cautiously, "I'm sorry."

"Is it enough to just say sorry so easily?" The man glanced at her, and waved his fist up, causing a gust of wind.

The detective swallowed involuntarily, and dared to speak in a low voice, "How do you think you can calm down?"

Saying such a sentence to him, the man rolled his eyes, and immediately had an idea in his heart, and said nonchalantly, "Why don't you tell me why you came here?"

The man has been curious about this matter for a long time. Without exception, everyone who has been here has done something that caused the company to suffer heavy losses.

But now this one, his eyes turned around on the detective's thin body. Although he knew that ability was not necessarily related to physical fitness, he couldn't feel the slightest danger from this person at all.

　The detective thought that he would say something that was difficult for him to accept. Compared with what he imagined in his mind, just asking a question became very acceptable.

"I got a brain twitch and promised someone else something," the detective said in a low voice, secretly concealing the most important thing.

"Just like that?" The man's brows were involuntarily frowned, and he looked at the detective suspiciously.

The detective nodded vigorously, his serious look seemed quite convincing.

"It's just like this, it's really disappointing," the man said softly, then turned and left without hesitation.

Such an answer, which was completely different from what he had imagined, was like serving a plate of porridge and side dishes in front of a person who was looking forward to a full banquet, which made people lose their appetite.

As the switch was pressed again, the hall quickly fell into silence, and darkness whizzed over from all directions.

But he was still afraid of such an environment, but when he thought of what happened just now, he gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to make any noise.

After half asleep and half awake, the detective subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when the sun outside rose as usual, and immediately fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

The man came over and swayed, looking at the detective who was sleeping sprawled on the sofa, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"Wake up," the man stepped forward and pushed him to wake up unceremoniously, the man shouted confidently, "It's already half-morning."

Under his tireless harassment, the detective opened his eyes with some difficulty, looked over in a daze, and asked, "What's the matter?"

While speaking, he had reached out and rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake.

"It's nothing, get up and chat with me," the man said nonchalantly, as if he didn't even see the person in front of him before his expression changed.

The detective put his hand over his eyes all of a sudden, and he stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. After a while, he asked, "Chat? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

The two consecutive nights of restless sleep had gradually put the detective on the verge of emotional collapse, and finally broke out suddenly under his unreasonable troubles.

The man flicked the red-marked palm and looked at the man sitting on the sofa with complicated eyes.

And the slap that he slapped in anger just now didn't calm down the detective, on the contrary, it stimulated his fragile and sensitive nerves even more.

"I was threatened by you last night, and you still wake me up inexplicably tonight? Why do you?" The detective shouted loudly, with a flicker of madness in his eyes from time to time.

When he blurted out these complaining words, the man stood in front of him with a blank expression, and did not speak.

And just under such silence, the detective's rationality slowly returned, and he kept waving his palms and fell down stiffly.

He swallowed uncontrollably, but felt that his throat was so dry that it was smoking.

"Hehe," the detective asked with a flattering smile, "I thought I was still dreaming just now, don't you mind."

The man looked at the detective who was trying to find an excuse. He sat down in front of him slowly and said softly, "Didn't you just ask why I could do this to you? I can tell you now."

A bad premonition flashed in his heart quickly, and the detective shrank back somewhat unknowingly, but the soft sofa blocked all his escape routes.

"Actually, you don't need to say it," said the detective novelist, "I, I was really just talking in my sleep just now."

"Because you were sent to this villa by Assistant Song, and his request was only to have no obvious injuries," the man said casually, feeling the detective's frightened eyes and smiling at him, "You Do you know what that means?"

His fingers kept trembling, and the detective's heart sank because he hadn't suffered any torture during this period and gradually became more frivolous.

"What do you mean?" the detective asked softly, but everyone could hear the tremor in her voice.

Looking at his stubborn eyes, the man raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked.