After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

"Give me an umbrella on a rainy day, and bring me breakfast in the morning. Didn't you do it because you like me and have a good impression of me? Why did you suddenly stay away from me?"

The boy lowered his head and his voice was very soft.

Hearing his words, Miao Mianmian was a little unhappy.

"How many times do you want me to say it? I said the umbrella to see if you had it at the time. I thought you and I were classmates for three years, so I gave it to you. The breakfast was brought to you by chance. Why do I like you? I don't like you, I really don't know why you have such a ridiculous idea."

Maybe it was the reason I had already explained to the boy before, and after explaining again, Miao Mianmian's tone became particularly impatient.

"But is your classmate worthy of you? You didn't feel sorry for me for a while, did you treat me like this?"

He raised his head slowly, with a gentle smile on his face, walked a few steps towards Miao Mianmian, and said, "Mianmian, is that so?"

That smile was too gentle. Although Miao Mianmian wanted to soften his tone, she was afraid of making him think too much, so she simply followed his words and said with a cold face: "Yes, I just feel sorry for you. I look at you so pitifully, so I give you an umbrella. You bring breakfast. I'm done talking, can I go? Class is about to start. Also, don't call me out alone like this in the future, what should you do if someone sees you and misunderstands you. "

"bell--"

"Not anymore."

The preparation bell rang along with the boy's slightly hoarse voice, Miao Mianmian couldn't hear it clearly, and waited until the ringing stopped before asking, "What did you just say?"

Feeling that there is no need to know what he said, he frowned and said, "Forget it, let's not talk, I should go."

She was just about to turn around when the boy standing in front of her suddenly raised his hand.

The cold wind hit, and something scratched her face, followed by the boy's overly soft voice, repeating what he just said: "I said, it won't happen."

Miao Mianmian didn't react for a moment, until the blood overflowing from the wound slid down her cheeks and onto her neck, she just touched the wound with her fingers in a daze.

The blood on one hand was dazzling red.

The pain came at this moment, Miao Mianmian took a step back with her eyes wide open, and looked at the boy in disbelief: "You are crazy!"

The boy who was one head taller than her stared at her condescendingly, with the same smile on his face, and the eyes behind the lenses were calm and cold.

He spoke softly, as if coaxing his lover in love: "Mian Mian, don't pity me, I don't need your pity."

He raised one hand to tightly cover Miao Mianmian's mouth, and slowly raised the other hand holding the utility knife.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you too much, good boy."

The painful whimpering awakened the sleeping boy who was lying behind the grass. He sat up and patted the grass off his body. His face was ugly because he was woken up. When he stood up and looked through the gaps in the grass, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The blood wound around the girl's body into a river of blood. The breeze blew in, and the smell of blood permeated the air, which was unpleasant and pungent.

Just as the phone in his pocket was taken out and unlocked, the boy heard someone walking slowly and stopped beside him.

Before the boy could move, the back of his head hurt violently, and he closed his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.

The bangs that covered his face were gently pushed aside, the boy squatting in front of him stared at his face for a while, stretched out his hand and breathed.

When he found that he had lost his breath, he chuckled and looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's really bad luck, remember to read the almanac when you go out in your next life."

The boy lying on the ground was motionless. After a while, his eyelids trembled slightly, and slowly opened a gap, then closed his eyes again and remained silent.

The boy didn't notice, he got up and dragged the boy forward a few steps, then stuffed the utility knife into his hand, turned and left when the class bell rang.

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"You asked Miao Mianmian out to meet, and a dispute arose during the conversation." In the ward, the new policeman held a notebook and stared sharply at the teenager on the bed: "When you get agitated, kill her."

The affirmative tone instantly tensed up the surrounding atmosphere.

The young man sitting on the hospital bed didn't change his expression, he just raised his eyelids, maybe because he just woke up, his voice was weak: "I don't know Miao Mianmian, and I didn't kill her."

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, but his eyes were unusually clear.

"There are only your fingerprints at the scene. If you didn't kill you, who was it? The murderer?" the police asked.

The boy shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Don't remember?" The policeman frowned, distrusting him: "How could you not remember?"

Song's mother, who was going to buy food, just came back at this time. When she saw the questioning policeman, her face turned cold instantly: "My son just woke up, and you came here. You are so fast. What does this mean? My son is a victim. , not a murderer."

The Song family is very powerful in City A, and it is not something ordinary people can provoke, let alone the only young master of the Song family who is now being questioned as a murderer.

Another male policeman at the scene knew Song's mother, and quickly explained: "Mrs. Song calmed down. We were very excited when we heard that Young Master Song woke up, so we came to see Young Master Song. This... I also hope that Young Master Song can tell us something. clues, let us find the murderer as soon as possible."

Song's mother's face became better when she heard the words. She sat next to the boy, first raised her hand and touched the boy's head, and then rubbed the boy's hair: "If you don't want to see them, I will drive them away."

"It's okay." The boy didn't mind, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "But I really don't remember what happened that day. I remember that I went to rest on the grass behind the women's dormitory during my lunch break, and I can't remember anything else."

He raised his hand to touch the thick gauze wrapped around his forehead.

Not long ago, he was still reading a novel in bed, and fell asleep directly after reading it. He didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he would be transported into this novel.

Now the development of the plot is completely different from what he saw when he watched it.

The plot has changed, and he is now involved in a murder case and becomes a suspect.

"I Am the True Young Master of a Rich Family" is a bloody story about the child who was wrongly hugged when he was born, the real young master was left outside, and the fake young master became the wealthy young master, who was pampered even more.

At the beginning of this book, the real young master with a steady personality was found, and the eccentric false young master fell out of favor, so he started to fight against the real young master, and finally was beaten and cannon fodder by the protagonist of the book, the real young master.

He is now this cannon fodder.

The pain in the head made it difficult for Song Mian to think.

The dream I had before waking up flashed in my mind.

The dream was chaotic and vague, only one scene Song Mian remembered most clearly.

It was a vague figure, squatting in front of him with a watch on his wrist, and the figure seemed to let out a chuckle at that time.

"I remember a watch." Song Mian said softly, "The murderer is wearing a silver watch on his right hand."

"Can you describe what it looks like?" The policeman stood up abruptly.

"It's like this." Song Mian searched the Internet and handed it to him: "That watch is very new."

The police took down this important clue: "Do you remember anything?"

Song Mian shook his head, except that there was a person squatting in front of him and this watch in his memory, there was nothing else.

Song's mother saw that he had a memory problem and called the doctor.

After some examination, there was the result—traumatic amnesia.

Whether or not he can remember it, and when he will remember it, is entirely up to Song Mian himself.The only person who may have seen the murderer's face does not remember the murderer's appearance. Apart from his fingerprints, there are no other fingerprints on the scene. The policeman who took the record said in a deep voice: "Master Song, please think about it carefully. When you get up, you must tell me."

Song Mian said yes.

He was the only one captured by the surveillance, and all the evidence left at the scene pointed to him. He was the only one who said he had seen the murderer, and the evidence was only a watch. He didn't know anything else. Looking at it this way, he really looks like a murderer. murderer.

"Don't be too nervous, take a good rest." After the police left, Song's mother fed Song Mian with food. "The more nervous you are, the worse it is for you to recover your memory. Mom believes in you."

Song Mian felt a little embarrassed, raised her hand and smiled, "I'll do it myself."

Mother Song insisted that Song Mian had no choice but to hide her embarrassment and eat obediently.

Looking at Song's mother's current appearance, she doesn't seem to know the existence of the real young master. Song Mian doesn't know whether the plot in the book has been completely changed, or because of him wearing the book, the original plot will be delayed or changed.

But no matter what, he didn't want to end up missing or dying as in the original plot.

Song Mian fell asleep after eating, and when he woke up, there was no one in the ward.

With some difficulty, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw a gentle-looking boy wearing glasses standing at the door, and he was relieved when he came out: "I thought I went to the wrong ward. "

Song Mian looked at him motionless.

There is no memory of this boy in his memory, but the boy's appearance is obviously very familiar with him.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Hello?"

The boy was taken aback, and doubts appeared on his face: "You don't know me anymore? I, Li Ke."

Li Ke's gaze fell from Song Mian's face to the injured area: "Could it be the reason for the injury to the head?"

Song Mian fell silent.

Was his memory incomplete?

Or the plot has changed. This Li Ke is actually his friend, but he has no memory.

Song Mian returned to the bed, touched her head and said, "The doctor said I had traumatic amnesia, and I can't remember many things clearly."

"I came here once before and saw you outside. At that time, you were still awake. You worried about me for a long time, but now you are awake. The wound hurts, right? If you catch the murderer, you must be severely punished. It's too much. By the way, You just said that you lost your memory...do you not remember what the murderer looked like?"

Although he could tell from his tone that they were indeed friends, Song Mian felt a little strange, staring at him for a long time before saying, "Yes, the murderer doesn't remember. I just remember that I entered the back of the women's dormitory, and then Grass rest."

The door of the ward was pushed open. Seeing Li Ke, Song's mother froze for a moment: "Who are you?"

"Hello, Auntie. I'm Song Mian's senior and also his friend. My name is Li Ke. I knew Song Mian was injured and I was worried, so I came to see him." Li Ke stood up and greeted with a smile.

Hearing the word "friend", Song's mother glanced at Song Mian, after a brief daze, she smiled and said softly, "Xiao Mian's friend, why have I never heard Xiao Mian mention it before?"

These words made the atmosphere in the ward a little frozen.

Song Mian looked at Li Ke, who scratched his head first, and then said in embarrassment, "Maybe Song Mian didn't tell Auntie. I said I was going to visit Auntie two days ago. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen now."

After he finished speaking, he looked back at Song Mian, as if he was angry that Song Mian didn't tell his parents about his existence.

Song Mian smiled at him, but said nothing.

The only thing that makes sense in this situation is that the plot is messed up.

Li Ke may not be his friend, but because of the messy plot, he became his friend.

If many plots in this book are messed up, Lu Yu is a matter of the Song family, can the Song family know about it?

Song Mian closed her eyes in thought.

"I heard that Song Mian woke up. I was so excited that I came directly without buying anything. I'm going out to buy some fruit for Song Mian. Wait for me." He went out before anyone could react.

"Why didn't you tell mom before you had friends." Sitting beside Song Mian, Song's mother sighed.

She never knew that Song Mian had friends.

Her son is dull and boring, he never deals with people, and he does everything by himself.

Song's mother can't remember when her son became like this.

Song Mian smiled vaguely and said that they had just met each other not long ago.

Li Ke came back after a while.

The moment he opened the door, he heard someone calling from behind him: "Is the patient in Ward 2305 awake? Someone asked me to bring him a letter. You can bring it to him."

Li Ke couldn't control his voice raised because of surprise: "The letter? Who gave it to you?"

"What letter?" Song Mian looked towards the door.

Li Ke walked in and closed the door and handed the letter to Song Mian.

There was nothing on the simple envelope, and there was only a blank piece of paper inside.

What made Song Mian's fingers tremble slightly was that even if the paper folded several times was not opened, the smell of blood could still be smelled inside.

He opened it before Mother Song reached out to grab it.

The blood-red font was extremely distorted. As the paper unfolded, the blood that hadn't dried yet slid down the paper and dripped on the quilt, instantly rendering a blood-colored flower.

"Good luck, I hope your luck will be as good next time."