Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

"Caps, masks, sunglasses, wigs, gloves, coats..."

Song Ran sat cross-legged on the sofa, counting the camouflage supplies purchased from the supermarket today. Cuiweiyuan is a high-end community, and there are cameras everywhere. If you want to sneak in, a certain amount of camouflage is still necessary.

Well, everything is almost ready. The most important point is that I hope Song Qingshuang will never change the password of the anti-theft door, otherwise it will be troublesome.

Song Ran was thinking about sneaking into Cuiwei Garden, when he suddenly heard the slight sound of keys turning from the door lock—at six o'clock, Lin Feiyu came back!

Song Ran hurriedly jumped up from the sofa, quickly rushed into the bedroom, and randomly stuffed the large bag of camouflage supplies into the depths of the closet.

Lin Feiyu's clear and pleasant voice came from the living room: "Brother, I bought grouper today, let's eat steamed grouper tonight."

"You bought grouper?" Song Ran put on a nonchalant expression, Shi Shiran walked out of the bedroom, and took the plastic bag from Lin Feiyu's hand, "Do you want to eat steamed grouper at night? Not bad, not bad. I'll put it in the kitchen first."

Looking at Song Ran's back, Lin Feiyu couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Brother, something seems wrong today?First, my brother has a strong taste and likes to eat heavy oil and salt. He has never been very interested in healthy dishes such as steamed grouper. Second, my brother is very lazy and never does housework, let alone take over his own Take the initiative to put the ingredients in the kitchen.

There must be a reason for being courteous for no reason... Could it be that my brother has something to hide from me?

Thinking of this, Lin Feiyu quickly glanced around, but found nothing suspicious, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly picked up a strand of hair from the sofa.

It was a hair that was neither long nor short, about seven or eight centimeters, and the color was a very dark brown.

Lin Feiyu stared at that hair, and his heart sank slightly. His own hair was more chestnut-colored, and his brother's was more pure black. This dark brown hair was neither his own nor his brother's. Whose hair was that? ?

The one surnamed Xu just got out, which bitch does this hair belong to?

Lin Feiyu took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes to the light, and carefully observed the hair. After a while, he blinked and suddenly felt relieved—that hair was not real hair, but Most of the nylon hair falls off from the wig. My brother still has certain requirements for appearance, and he probably won't find a bald man wearing a wig.

Wigs... Did my brother buy a wig?

After dinner, Song Ran went to take a bath first, Lin Feiyu quickly got into Song Ran's bedroom, and found out the big bag of camouflage supplies after a while.

He stared at the messy pile of sunglasses, masks, and wigs, feeling a little dazed. What is brother doing?Could it be that my brother wants to sneak somewhere and do some illegal and criminal activities?Is it to steal trade secrets from other companies?or something else?

……

At seven o'clock the next morning, Lin Feiyu went out with a shoulder bag as usual, but he didn't go to school after he went out, but hid in a small bush near the entrance of the corridor.

Sure enough, as he expected, not long after, a familiar figure came out of the corridor. Although he was wearing sunglasses, a wig, a peaked cap, and a new black coat, Lin Feiyu recognized him immediately. That's brother.

After Song Ran walked out of the gate of the community, he stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi, and Lin Feiyu immediately hailed a taxi too: "Master, keep up with the car in front, and don't let him find out."

The taxi driver asked suspiciously: "What are you going to do? I'm a clean and regular taxi, and I don't do any sneaky things."

Lin Feiyu pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Comrade driver, I am a plainclothes employee from the Donghu District Public Security Bureau, with police number XXXXXX. Please assist me in handling the case secretly."

The taxi driver's eyes widened, thinking that he had encountered a scene in a gangster movie, so he quickly lowered his voice: "Okay, I must complete the task, and I promise not to be discovered."

The driver's elder brother pulled himself together, and followed the taxi in front sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, sometimes separated by four or five cars, sometimes separated by more than a dozen cars, and he was never found.

About an hour later, the taxi in front stopped at an intersection, Song Ran got out of the car in a hurry, and Lin Feiyu quickly followed.

After following Song Ran for two small streets, Lin Feiyu couldn't help but feel strange. There are some mid-to-high-end residential areas around here, and it looks quiet and peaceful. Why is Song Ran here?

Half an hour later, Song Ran finally stopped at the back door of a community.

Lin Feiyu stared intently, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Above the back door were three large gilt characters - "Cuiweiyuan". Where did you move to?

This is Song Qingshuang's house?Why did my brother come here?

Song Ran looked left and right, then stepped into the back door, Lin Feiyu quickly followed, and the two entered a 28-story building one after the other. Song Ran didn't take the elevator, and went up the fire stairs directly.

Hearing the hurried footsteps above, Lin Feiyu also quickened his pace, feeling more and more confused, what exactly is brother going to do?

He couldn't help being a little worried, so he quickened his pace, and after he hurriedly turned a stairwell, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then he felt his throat suddenly tightened, and someone locked his throat from behind!

The opponent's arm is not thick, but slender and slender, but the ingenious strength and ruthlessness are enough to suffocate a strong adult man!

Lin Feiyu has practiced Sanda for many years. At this moment, he almost reflexively wants to throw an elbow backwards, or directly throw an over-the-shoulder. These can severely injure the opponent, and even cripple him on the spot!

But he immediately realized something, forced himself to relax the tense muscles, and patted the opponent's arm vigorously: "Ahem, brother, it's me..."

"Xiao Yu?" Song Ran was surprised, and then slowly relaxed her arms.

"Hoo, hoo..." Lin Feiyu gasped for breath, his handsome face turned pink.

Song Ran crossed her arms, stared at this little bastard who didn't want to die, and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you following me?"

Lin Feiyu finally calmed down, then pursed his lips, and said cautiously: "Brother, I don't know what you are going to do, but it is too dangerous for you alone, I am really worried. No matter what you want to do, can you Tell me? I can help you."

He thought for a while, then said softly: "Anything, anything is fine."

What does this little bastard think he is going to do?Murder and arson?Song Ran really didn't know what to say to him, so he said in a deep voice: "I don't need your help, you stay here honestly, I'll go up and do something, and I'll come down right away."

Lin Feiyu grabbed his arm firmly and said anxiously, "No!"

Song Ran only felt pain in his brain, and couldn't help rubbing his temples. It seemed that he couldn't get rid of this piece of brown candy today, and at this moment, he didn't want to continue arguing with Lin Feiyu in the corridor of Cuiwei Garden, so he lowered his head. Said: "If you want to go up with me, then you have to listen to me."

Lin Feiyu immediately nodded obediently: "Well, I listen to my brother in everything."

The two walked up the fire stairs to the 28th floor. After pushing open the fire door, there was a wide and luxurious corridor in front of them, and at the end of the corridor was a combination lock security door.

Song Ran took a few steps forward, intentionally covered the password keyboard with his body, and quickly tapped the four numbers "0314". Since the little brat knows his mobile phone password, if he finds that the door lock password here is the same as his mobile phone password, little The bunny is so smart, maybe he can guess something.

"Di--" With a soft sound, the anti-theft door opened.

Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately Song Qingshuang did not change the password.

The two entered the room one after another. This is a set of more than 300 square meters of lofts. The decoration is mainly beige and log colors. The light beige leather sofa and the white oak coffee table are in a warm and simple style. Very comfortable.

Song Ran stepped on the light-colored solid wood floor that she had personally selected, looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar furnishings, and was filled with emotion in her heart.

Lin Feiyu said softly: "Brother, isn't this Song Qingshuang's house? How do you know the password to open the door?"

Song Ran didn't answer the password question, but simply said: "This is not Song Qingshuang's house, this is Song Ran's house. You just stay in the living room. I'll go to the bedroom on the second floor to get something."

"Oh." Lin Feiyu sat down on the sofa obediently.

Song Ran quickly came to the bedroom on the second floor, quickly opened the door of the cloakroom, and then he pushed open a cabinet door, and there was a small safe at the bottom. He entered the password of "0314" again, and the safe popped with a beep. Open it, there is a stack of passbooks and deposit slips inside, and a large bunch of keys, which are the keys to all important places in the Song family's old house.

Sure enough, it's still here!

Song Ran was overjoyed, and quickly put the bunch of keys into his pocket. After thinking for a while, he picked up an unregistered large deposit receipt and put it in his pocket, then closed the safe and restored everything to its original state.

"Brother? Are you inside?" Lin Feiyu called from outside.

How did the little bunny come up?Song Ran quickly stood up. He looked at MH's suit coats that filled the cloakroom, and dozens of famous watches in the watch display cabinet - the most conspicuous of which was the classic black diamond watch. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable guilty conscience. Feeling like this, he hurried out of the cloakroom and closed the door with his backhand.

Lin Feiyu stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at him suspiciously.

Song Ran led him downstairs, and said simply: "I got the things, you didn't wear gloves just now, go to the bathroom to get a wet towel, and wipe the place you touched."

"Oh." Lin Feiyu nodded and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, he yelled, "Brother, this faucet doesn't produce water."

Song Ran said impatiently: "Press it, then turn to the left."

After blurting out, Song Ran immediately realized something, couldn't help but blinked dully, oh no, it seems that he slipped his mouth.

After a while, Lin Feiyu came out with a wet towel. He first glanced at Song Ran suspiciously, and then, while wiping the fingerprints on the leather sofa, he couldn't help asking: "Brother, why are you so familiar with this place?" You even know how to turn on the faucet? Have you...lived here?"

"Ahem, what are you talking about." Song Ran coughed in embarrassment, and quickly made up a lie, "Didn't I say it before, Mr. Song once helped me, after he rescued me at the meeting, We became friends, and then I couldn't pay the rent, so I lived with him for a few months."

Lin Feiyu narrowed his eyes: "How many months have you lived here? Then why did you come back today..."

"I have a certificate of deposit left here. I was afraid to come here to get it because of Song Qingshuang's relationship. Recently, he went abroad, so I came here today to try my luck. I didn't expect to find it."

While talking half-truths, Song Ran took out the deposit receipt from his pocket and shook it.

Lin Feiyu stared at him quietly, with no expression on his face, but Song Ran had a strange illusion that the other party's amber eyes seemed to be examining him, observing him very carefully, as if a bloodthirsty beast was carefully observing him. own prey.

He couldn't help frowning: "Xiao Yu?"

Lin Feiyu immediately smiled obediently, that look disappeared in an instant, and then he suddenly asked: "Brother, what kind of person is Da Song always?"

Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then said calmly: "It's not bad, I think he is a pretty good person." He feels that he is not bad, at least he is not a bad person.

Lin Feiyu squinted his eyes, "It's okay, it's fine, these two words are not words to describe a sweetheart, nor are they words to deliberately slander because of a guilty conscience.

When I suddenly mentioned President Da Song, my brother's expression was also very open, his pupils did not dilate slightly, his eyes did not look to the side, and his breathing did not become short of breath...

Because of studying acting, he has studied a lot of professional books on micro-expressions. As long as people mention someone they like, they often have some unconscious subtle expressions, such as dilated pupils, shortness of breath, and hot cheeks.

This kind of micro-expression is extremely difficult to control. Only a very good liar or actor can control this kind of micro-expression very freely, and the careless brother is neither a liar nor an actor.

"Xiao Yu, why are you looking at me all the time? Is there a letter on my face?" Song Ran frowned.

"It's nothing, I just think my brother looks good." Lin Feiyu smiled.

Song Ran rolled his eyes directly: "Stop flattering, wipe off your fingerprints quickly, we have to get out of here quickly."

"Ah."

At this moment, Lin Feiyu was completely relieved. The question about the faucet just now was just a deliberate temptation. Later, Mr. Song was brought up to observe his brother's expression. Fortunately, his brother was very calm, so that he could not find any faults.

From opening the combination lock of the gate, to entering the door and looking around, and then going upstairs to find things, every move of my brother shows a fact—he is very familiar with everything here, as if he has lived here for a long time, and he is as comfortable as he is. The real owner of this mansion made Lin Feiyu very puzzled and uncomfortable.

How could my brother be the owner of Mr. Song's private mansion?

Just now when my brother was looking for something, he was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, and he couldn't help thinking wildly, why is my brother so familiar with everything here?What is the relationship between my brother and Mr. Song?Why is my brother like the master here?

Or, brother is the kind of nameless... "female" master?

That Great Song has always been kind to his brother, and he is extremely strong, turning his hands into clouds and rain, if he wants to repay his kindness and wants to do something to his brother, it is impossible for his brother to refuse him.

Later, Lin Feiyu couldn't help but start guessing wildly, if his elder brother and Da Song always have "that" relationship, if his elder brother is that... what?Even on this huge and soft leather sofa, my brother wet his eyes helplessly, trembling slightly, being subdued and obedient by that Mr. Song... like that.

Song Ran said impatiently: "Have you finished wiping? Just leave when you're done wiping, and take the towel out and throw it away."

Lin Feiyu suddenly came back to his senses, then closed his eyes severely, and stopped recalling the terrible imagination he had just now.

Fortunately, all this is just my own wild imagination; fortunately, my brother frankly admitted that he lived here for a few months; fortunately, when he suddenly mentioned Mr. Song, his brother's expression and posture were very relaxed, with a slight expression. There is nothing unusual...

I'm too narrow-minded, too suspicious, it should be just like what my brother said, it's just an excuse.

The author has something to say: Pure little feather: I'm so afraid that Mr. Song will force his brother to do this and that in return.

Liu Qian'er: ... No, your brother is a dog licker, the kind who delivers it to the door by himself, and he uses you as a substitute.