Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

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At noon the next day, Nalande arrived at the place he had agreed with An Dong, which was a teahouse near Lianxing called "Yashe".On the first floor, students from the Conservatory of Music sat behind the water curtain and played the guqin. When they walked in, they were playing the "Changhong" section of "Guangling San", which is the most intense section that can always be heard in pretentious situations. a paragraph.

Because my grandpa was hired as an honorary professor by a local opera school in his later years, some "literati and refined scholars" would come to visit him from time to time in those small buildings, and there were also old qin players, so I was impressed by what I heard and seen. Pretentious entry-level level.

Looking at the eight bodyguards at the door of the box, he knew that An Dong had arrived.

The bodyguard stopped Feng Xiao.Nalande said casually: "Then you just wait at the door, just across the door, I will be fine."

"Be careful, if there is a situation, call me."

Said it as if he was genuinely worried.

An Dong is wearing a loose black and white sweater, skinny jeans with exaggerated Egyptian-style graffiti painted on white paint, and a New York Yankees baseball cap. As always, he is street fashion. The appearance of the archenemy.In fact, Nalande didn't see any paparazzi lurking outside.

But let him go, hiding from the paparazzi is also a status symbol.

"It's nice to meet again." Nalande smiled and shook hands with An Dong, saw the wedding ring on his ring finger, sat on the opposite sofa, and went straight to the point, "Mr. An said that he has something important to tell me, yes What?"

An Dong took off his sunglasses, watched him warily for a while, and said, "To be honest, I've never heard that Nalan has an older brother."

"So? You should have heard?"

"I used to be his..."

"His what?"

"friend."

"Friend?" Nalande smiled sexually, "'(Brokeback Mountain ending song)', is it?" After speaking, he smiled disdainfully, "Come on, don't be careless with me, although my brother didn't ask you Mentioned me, but mentioned you to me. Mr. An, you used to be together, right?"

An Dong looked out the window nervously, then turned around and replied hesitantly: "That's right."

"Are you afraid of the light?" Nalande put down his teacup and walked to the window in a provocative manner. He opened the curtains with a "crash", and the bright sunlight slanted all over the ground, which was very bright. "What are you afraid of? This is the second floor. The weather It’s so good, if you don’t bask in the sun, you will lack calcium.”

Looking back, seeing An Dong dodging into the shadows like a vampire who died after seeing the light, he couldn't help laughing: "What? Are you afraid that I will arrange paparazzi to take photos of our tryst and stir up gossip?"

An Dong was stunned for a moment: "How much did he tell you about us?"

"Not much, and I don't care." Nalande sat back on his seat and drank tea with his legs crossed, "Don't worry, An Tianwang, the times are different now, selling rot may help you increase your popularity... oh I forgot, you are already very popular, and you don't need these low-level methods. Of course, even if you are photographed, you don't have to worry about losing your job. At worst, come to our evil spirit performing arts company, and I will cover you."

"When we met that day, I didn't hear Mr. Nalan say that he wanted to start a performing arts company when he returned to China."

"Should you have heard of it? Mr. Lianxing's golden tortoise?"

An Dong was speechless.

"Let's get down to business, didn't Mr. An say he wanted to show me some autopsy report?"

"Yes, here." An Dong took out a two-fold A4 paper from his pocket, spread it out and handed it to Nalande, "From three years ago until now, there have been rumors of 'murder' in the circle , I think you must have heard of it."

The name, age, gender, time of death, etc. of the deceased were written on the paper.The photo of the death scene is attached below, it is simply a mass of humanoid ashes, horrible to look at, only a pair of eyes are half-closed and half-closed, Narendra himself is also terrified and sweating coldly.The bottom item of the paper was anatomical analysis and determination of the cause of death, and the text ended abruptly when it reached "80.00% of the body was burned, and the diameter of the wound on the chest—" was reached.

Nalande asked, "What about the ones behind?"

"Not photographed."

"...So what do you want me to see?"

"At that time, the official report said that the death was caused by shrapnel damage to the heart and severe burns. I became suspicious and asked a private detective to find the first-hand autopsy report, and found that it was inconsistent with the official data. He was just about to take it as evidence. The police broke in and took him away. So in the end, only this photo was sent to me."

"What can it explain?"

"Pay attention to the word 'diameter'." An Dong pointed to the text, "If it is a fragment that collapsed into the heart, it must be flat, and the text description must be a wound of 'how long and wide', not the diameter. Unless... ..."

"Is it a gunshot wound?" Just as he finished speaking, he denied himself in his heart. What kind of gunshot wound was it? It wasn't in the United States.

"That's right, it can only be a gunshot wound." An Dong paused, looking into Nalande's eyes solemnly, "The last text message that the private detective sent me before he disappeared was only two words, 'homicide' .”

Nalande took a breath: "And sacrificed a private detective?"

An Dong sighed: "I didn't expect this to happen. It seems that the person who wants to put Nalan to death, or even a group force, is not easy."

Narendra fell into deep thought.He tried his best to recall the scene of his death—when he stepped on the ground, he deeply realized the theory of "light travels faster than sound" that he learned in textbooks. It vibrated violently as if it was put into a high-speed centrifuge, and a wave of vomiting rushed from the stomach and intestines to the throat. great suction...

He seemed to want to escape, what resistance stopped him?

The first thing I felt was the melting heat of the skin and mucous membranes all over my body. The pain of the burn was unimaginable. Tens of thousands of nerves were torn and shredded.Then there was a sudden pain in the heart, and then there was a big hole in the chest, as if there was a cold wind blowing...

Then I lost consciousness.

Wait... Looking back now, I seem to have seen a terrible face in the firelight... just like the one I saw in the phantom of the mall that day...

But this feeling is fleeting, and it seems to be just an illusion in a blink of an eye.

"Although the staff responsible for the bomb switch on the production team of "Spy Shadow One Heavy One Heavy" made a solemn apology in front of the media afterwards, the responsibility was completely dismissed. He said that although Nalan himself misremembered the route and accidentally stepped on the detonation point, but he I regret that I didn't find out in time. When I went to find him later, I found that he had disappeared from all the crew, as if he had disappeared from the world."

Nalande had no choice but to believe that there were really many doubts about this matter.Is it really murder?

"Did you come prepared, right?" An Dong asked again, "I heard that you have a strong background, and there are mysterious forces abroad to support you. So, you brought people to investigate the cause of your brother's death, right?"

"Hmm... uh... so to speak." If the evil spirits can be used against a hundred.

"If you need my help, remember to come to me." An Dong said, "Also, if you find out the truth, please be sure...let me know."

Nalande was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"Do you know..." An Dong suddenly smiled bitterly, looked into his eyes for a long time, then looked away sadly, "When you first appeared, I wished you were him. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you cheat death, it doesn't matter if you come back for revenge, or it doesn't matter if you come back to torture me... In any case, as long as he is still alive, it will be fine."

Nalande didn't speak, and neither did An Dong.The piano music downstairs was replaced by "Wu Ye Cry" with a mysterious and grotesque melody.

"Do you know? I found out that I still love him." An Dong said with a smile, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his slightly curved eyes, which he wiped away silently by rubbing his eyelids to cover up.

Nalande suddenly softened his heart, and had the urge to confess his identity to him.He just can't see people being sad, especially the ones he once loved.

Finally restrained.He said nonchalantly, "Then, what does Mr. An mean by 'Ancient House with Thousand Lights' written on the back of his business card?"

"Oh, the ancient house of Qiandeng..." An Dongqing cleared his hoarse voice, "Nalan told me that you must know that your great grandfather Shen Zhounan's ancestral home is Qiandeng, Jiangsu. There is the Shen family there." The ancestral home..."

"I know."

"Almost three years ago, just a few days before Nalan's accident, your father came to see me."

"Nalan Shen? Looking for you?" No, the artist was obviously hiding from debts abroad at that time, and he even sent himself a letter saying that he would not be coming back in a short time, telling him not to drag him or read it.How did you find An Dong?

"Yes, he knew about my relationship with Nalan, but he said that the creditor was squatting near the small building and he couldn't go home, so he asked me to give Nalan a message and told him to be careful. Pushing it on him as a father, if you are so pressed, you can mortgage the small building first, but you must not sell the Qiandeng Ancient House. He also said that if someone wants something in the Qiandeng Ancient House, you must not let it go. They get it."

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I think it's some kind of antique heirloom from your family."

"Where did the artist go?"

"I don't know either. But he kept saying that day that he might not see his son in the future."

What... Could it be... No, no, the painter can't be busy.

"Also, is the tall man with white hair beside you reliable?" An Dong asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just reminding you to be careful. Of course, if he's been with you for a long time, just pretend I didn't say anything. I always feel like I've seen him somewhere."

"where?"

"I can't remember at the moment. I will call you when I remember. So... can you leave me the number?"

When Nalande stepped out of the door, Feng Xiao was answering a phone call.Nalande listened silently for a long time, but couldn't understand the reason for "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) up.It wasn't until he hung up that he went to ask, "Whose phone is it?"

"Work is here." Feng Xiao said with a smile, "Dayue wants you."