Fatal temptation

"Why? It's not you..." He originally wanted to ask if he wrote to me, saying that there is the truth here, so what is he pretending to do now.But soon, he was speechless because he saw Zhao Yu's portrait on the Buddha case.

"who are you?"

The man sighed, "Ten years ago, my daughter and I were sorry for Zhao Yu. Now, it's time to pay the price."

"Your daughter?"

"Zhou Yuanyuan."

Cheng Simu understood that the popular star Zhou Yuanyuan, no one knows, and now, her billboards are still hanging high in the streets and alleys of Changjing.

It was a woman who made her debut as a sexy royal sister. It was rumored that she had an affair with a certain official for three generations. It was also because of the escort of a financial backer that she was able to get along so smoothly in the entertainment industry.

As for Cheng Simu, he will always remember Zhao Yu's dead still eyes and pale face ten years ago when she boarded Zhan Qi's car.

She was really sorry for Zhao Yu.

"Zhou Yuanyuan is your daughter?"

"Yes. But she hasn't been back for many years."

"Who put the lilies in the cemetery?"

"What lily?"

"In front of Zhao Yu's tomb, the perfume lily. Isn't that Zhou Yuanyuan's favorite flower?"

"This... I don't know. It turns out that she has been...she has already been there..."

"What's wrong? Shouldn't she go?" Cheng Simu's voice was a little cold.

"No, it's not that I shouldn't, but it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"Although Yuanyuan hasn't come back in the past few years, she still writes to me when things happen. She said that she often dreamed of Zhao Yu, and she climbed down the mountain to find her covered in blood, and tightly choked her neck. , and asked her why she didn’t take her car. She said, now she would rather die with Zhao Yu at the beginning, it’s better than now, life is better than death.”

"Really? Is he addicted to drugs and wants to die? The 'Nightclub Fornication Gate' a few days ago is still on the headlines."

"That's not her! She was murdered! My daughter would never do such a thing! Absolutely not!"

The man's sudden madness caught Cheng Simu off guard.He was pushed against the door panel.

When he stood still, there was no one in front of him.

Only the black and white portraits on the table stood there quietly.The boy inside had a bright smile and clear eyes.

Cheng Simu walked over and lit three incense sticks, "Ayu, what do you want to tell me? At that time... it wasn't an accident, right?"

"Amu."

"...Why are you here?"

Jiang Yiran at the door blocked most of the sunlight, but even so, Cheng Simu still found it dazzling.

"Someone emailed me saying you're here. So here I am."

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Jiang Yiran looks terrible.His eye sockets were sunken, and there was a slight stubble growing on his chin, and he was too thin. Apart from his clean clothes, there was no sign that he was living a good life.

"How... did you become like this?"

"Oh, it's okay." He said nonchalantly, "Draw a painting all night."

"What about you? Why did you come here?" Although Jiang Yiran tried his best to speak calmly, Cheng Simu still noticed his hands hidden in the sleeves of his coat, shaking uncomfortably.

"Someone also emailed me asking me to come here to meet my boss, I didn't expect..."

"Is it over?"

"...I didn't ask anything, and the other person disappeared."

"Don't ask, go quickly, don't stay here." Jiang Yiran looked around, with a panicked expression, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly jump out and bite his neck.

"Why?" Cheng Simu was a little puzzled, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "click" from behind him. He turned his head in surprise, and saw Zhao Yu's portrait fell down completely just now, covering it on the table.

Maybe it was too windy, he thought.

However, what kind of wind is it that can make the portrait rush forward instead of falling backward?

Cheng Simu walked over, helped the portrait up, stood it on the table again, and wiped the dust off it with a cloth.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Simu wouldn't think too much about it, but Jiang Yiran was different. The nightmares of the past few days had tortured him to death. Now that the photo frame fell down for unknown reasons, how could he stay there? Hurry up. He went up and grabbed Cheng Simu's wrist, leading him out of the door without any explanation.

Behind them, the yellow flowers and fallen leaves all over the ground raised their sleeves for some reason and swirled in the low air.