The play becomes real: Is it so similar to play a drug addict? Check him

evening.

Chen Feng finally left the city bureau.

All things settled.

Three days later, the filming of a promotional video for the city police force began.

Friendly support from Lao Mouzi.

Since the killer Mike Martin was looking for was an ancient Assassin sect killer, not a young man in the modern sense, not to mention that the city bureau had no clues, not even Chen Feng had any clues.

It's hard to find that kind of person.

So we can only lure the snake out of its hole.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng and Mike Martin officially broke up.

Everyone knows that.

Mike Martin knew that Chen Feng had the token ‘Blood Handkerchief’ from the Red Handkerchief Gate among the Eight Outer Gates, and even the ‘Magnolia Flower’ might have been stolen by Chen Feng.

And Chen Feng also clearly knew about Mike Martin's background and what they were doing in Xia Country.

This conflict is inevitable.

It depends on who breaks the game first.

What Mike Martin said before leaving was definitely a threat.

If nothing happens, Chen Feng probably won't survive tomorrow.

Therefore, Du Lei will stay at Chen Feng's place tonight.

Checking in in the name of a distant relative.

So, when it was time to leave, Chen Feng left the city bureau alone, driving his popular 'Wolf Cub Supercar'.

……

The night was dark.

Around seven o'clock in the evening.

The doorbell rings.

Chen Feng walked to the monitor and pressed the call button: "Who is this?"

"Mr. Chen, I'm the doorman. There's a... woman outside who says she's a relative of yours. Her name is Du Lei. Mr. Chen, do you know this person?"

Chen Feng let out a long breath: "She is my cousin, please let her in."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

Hang up the call.

After a few minutes.

The doorbell rang.

Chen Feng opened the courtyard door outside in the living room.

Then she saw Du Lei wearing denim clothes, holding a travel bag in her hand, and striding in coolly with one hand in her pocket.

Look around as you walk.

Looking at her image, Chen Feng murmured helplessly: "With this posture, who can say that she is a woman? I am standing upside down and have diarrhea."

Soon, Du Lei entered the living room.

Chen Feng waved casually: "Here you go, old girl. There are free rooms upstairs, you can choose whatever you want. If you're hungry, there's food in the kitchen. Make it yourself. I'm going to take a shower. By the way, what are you making for dinner? , make me one by the way."

Finished talking and left.

Du Lei: "..."

The veins on his forehead were throbbing.

When am I?

Nanny?

He threw the travel bag to the ground angrily, and then looked around, feeling secretly surprised.

What is this guy's background?

I heard that he is just a bit actor, so why can he live in Qilong Lake Yihe Villa?

This should be the most expensive place in Yanjing, right?

The real rich people live there.

Why should Chen Feng?

The city bureau has very little information about Chen Feng.

It can be seen that this guy was a marginal figure before.

No one paid attention at all.

What an anomaly.

Du Lei curiously walked around the living room, checking all the key locations, and finally entered the kitchen.

I really didn’t have dinner.

This bastard didn't even mention preparing some food.

They are not real relatives, so why should they treat themselves as outsiders?

They are here to protect you after all, right?

Du Lei felt angry and forcefully opened the door of the oversized and luxurious refrigerator in the kitchen.

Once pulled away, he froze.

I drop mom!

Anything.

Fresh seafood, ham steak, champagne and red wine, and various seasonal vegetables.

What to eat?

I can’t even do it myself.

Du Lei silently closed the refrigerator door and began to rummage through the cabinets in the kitchen.

……

in the bathroom.

Chen Feng took a shower.

Washing is very slow.

Too lazy to go out.

Strictly speaking, Mike Martin's Assassin Gate killer is no longer in the mainstream.

According to what Chen Feng knew about the Assassin Sect among the Eight Outer Sects, in the ancient times, all members of the sect were called assassins, not killers.

Killer is a title that only exists in modern society.

Ancient assassins, such as Zhuan Zhu Yaoli, Jing Ke and Nie Zheng, basically assassinated others for a certain purpose.

No matter what it is for, there is no charge.

The one who collects the money is called a killer.

Those who don't take money are called assassins.

It was only after the Tang Dynasty that the Assassin Sect degenerated into what it is now.

I wonder if there are any real assassins left in modern society.

At least the Orchid Sect still has people like Jiang Pinting who strictly abide by the rules of the Orchid Sect and survive.

Chen Feng thought about it while washing.

Almost half an hour later, he finally finished taking a shower, went upstairs to change into home clothes, and then hurried downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

inside.

Du Lei looked back at him and said expressionlessly: "I cooked two bowls of noodles, do you want to eat them?"

Chen Feng walked over curiously.

Well, there are two large bowls of instant noodles on the dining table.

There are also vegetables and luncheon meat.

It smells good.

However, her refrigerator was fully stocked with ingredients, so the woman ended up cooking two bowls of noodles, which seemed to be about her level.

Chen Feng asked casually: "Does your bottom taste delicious?"

"Chen Feng."

Du Lei's face turned cold, and she picked up a pair of chopsticks. She struggled with her hands and broke the chopsticks with a snap.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to tease me again, I will remove your jaw immediately."

"what?"

Chen Feng said in shock: "Am I teasing you?"

"Yes."

"Where did I tease you?"

Chen Feng looked bewildered.

"Stop pretending to me. You think I've never heard of 'down below' because I'm a police officer. Didn't you ask me if 'down below'...is it delicious?"

Du Lei's face was a little red.

I don't know if I'm angry or a little shy.

Chen Feng: "..."

It's more wronged than Dou E.

If it were a different woman, she might still be interested in playing the ‘down there’ joke.

With this one?

Chen Feng shook his head, simply picked up the Haiwan, took two more chopsticks, turned around and waved: "A pair of chopsticks costs 100 yuan. These are Xiang Feizhu's chopsticks, which are very expensive."

"100 yuan?"

Du Lei was stunned and lost her voice: "Why don't you go and grab it?"

"You have the receipt, do you want to see it? Steal it? No one will dare to rob you. Come and eat, little sister, I will treat those chopsticks as my own."

Du Lei: "..."

Stomp your feet hard.

He walked into the living room carrying the noodle bowl.

She must always follow Chen Feng to protect his safety.

Although Du Lei doesn't really care about killers, in her eyes, as a new member of the SWAT team, can killers in modern society still be as good as those in movies?

I really don’t believe it!

Give it a try if you have the guts.

Du Lei was eager to try, so she actually had a vague hope that the killer would really show up.

The two of them sat in the living room.

Chen Feng turned on the TV.

Neither of them spoke, they were eating and watching TV.

After just a few bites, the room suddenly went dark, all the lights went out instantly, and the TV screen went black.

The entire villa was silent.

Almost at the same time, Du Lei grabbed Chen Feng's collar, pushed him down on the sofa, and blocked it with his body.

"Shh!"

Du Lei's expression changed.

Dignified and cold.

Her eyes sparkled in the darkness.

At this moment, the two of them were close to each other. Chen Feng looked up at her face so close to him, and suddenly realized that this girl...

Quite delicate.

If the skin were whiter, it would actually be quite pure, with a neutral beauty.

However, this body of muscles is...

Chen Feng thought of a word.

Ah!

King Kong Barbie!