The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

An Jia soon arrived at the scene with bodyguards and police, and her face was pale with fright when she saw them.The man in black with a knife and a gun had been controlled by Shen Muyun before, he was tied up with hemp rope and thrown in a corner, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen so he couldn't see a good spot.

Wang Ye's left shoulder and wrist were wounded by bullets. At the critical moment of the conflict between the two sides, although Shen Moyan poured blood into his mouth to temporarily restrain his situation from deteriorating, he was not completely cured for the later police investigation and evidence collection.

Shen Moyan quietly watched Wang Ye being carried into the ambulance, while Heng Yan restrained his arm behind him, unable to move even if he wanted to resist.

It may have been a long time since there was such a big fight, or Wang Ye’s injury made him terrified, until the ambulance drove away and out of sight, he still maintained a standing posture, like an unthreaded puppet Like, unkempt, messy.

Even the hair was messy and stuck to his delicate cheeks, the white Chinese gown was stained with blood, and his eyes were empty and confused.

Before everyone arrived, Heng Yan checked Wang Ye's injuries. He didn't know what he saw, but the old monk, who was rarely emotional, frowned. After a while, he slowly retracted his hand, turned around and looked at Shen Moyan again. His eyes are extremely complicated.

According to the procedure, the police brought Shen Moyan back to the police station. It is reasonable to record a statement, but considering his personal identity, they sent a special person to drive and planned to go to the police station in a low-key manner to cooperate with the investigation.

The flustered flow of people kept rushing back and forth, the running doctors and nurses, the deafening sirens, and the terrified Wang employees. Shen Moyan remained expressionless and silent all the time, and only sat in the police car obediently accompanied by Shen Muyun. .

Although no one informed the outside world, when the vehicle drove to the periphery of the Wang Group, it still surrounded many reporters and citizens, and it was as lively as watching a funny circus.

Shen Moyan thought it was a bit ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh any more. Numbly, he turned around and took the sunglasses handed by the wolf cub, put his head down on his face, and turned his face to avoid all light sources.

The police's questioning was nothing more than those routines. Shen Moyan listened carefully in the interrogation room and answered honestly until the pile of random questions ended. It was almost two o'clock in the morning when he stepped out of the police station.

Heng Yan, an old bald donkey, has always been too lazy to contact the world, so he returned to Shen Moyan's villa early, sat on the futon in the living room, recited the "Great Compassion Mantra" silently, and waited quietly for the two to return.

Shen Muyun's car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and he opened his mouth to ask something. It can be seen that Shen Moyan was really lacking energy, so he had no choice but to withdraw his concern and told him to rest earlier.

Shen Moyan nodded and got out of the car, took out the key and opened the door, looked up and saw Heng Yan sitting cross-legged in the living room, he was not surprised at all, rubbing between his brows was very tired.

"Why did you stop me from going to the hospital?" He was clearly too tired to speak, but he still couldn't help asking, closing his eyes and feeling a headache.

Heng Yan slowly opened his eyes when he heard the noise, and looked in Shen Moyan's direction quietly, but his eyes became more and more elusive: "Are you with him now?"

"Otherwise? What do you think?" He frowned, his chest filled with annoyance, and he strode up to the monk, narrowing his pupils slightly and letting out a dangerous breath: "I waited 80 years to meet him, why do you stop him?" I?!"

At night, an evil wind came from nowhere, accompanied by light rain. The dead branches outside the window were blown wildly, and the room was too dark to see the outline.

Heng Yan didn't answer right away, the air was so quiet that only the sound of the two breathing could be heard, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen solid, making it hard to breathe.

It wasn't until a moment later that the monk sighed, and said slowly: "I know..." He seemed to have hesitated as soon as he said it, and when he looked up at Shen Moyan, he couldn't help being kind, and said with difficulty: "Let go Come on, Shen Moyan."

"Let go?" Shen Moyan repeated as if he didn't understand, his palms were instantly clenched into fists, and the veins were bulging.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" The dim streetlight shone through the glass on his face, showing a hint of ferocity, and the voice of gnashing teeth was extremely harsh: "At the beginning, you told me to wait for 80 years, but now you let me go ?! Why, I have been too polite to you these years, are you fooling me when I am a three-year-old child?!"

"Shen Moyan!" Heng Yan stood up abruptly, a corner of his bright red cassock was blown up by the wind, and the beads in his hand rattled: "I'm doing it for your own good! Some things are totally different from what you think! I won't tell you anything." You! I am afraid that you will only increase your troubles in vain!"

"It's different from what I thought..." He buried his head and frowned, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the old monk.

"Did you find something? Heng Yan! What is it? What did you find?!" Shen Moyan quickly blocked him, his hands wrapped around the monk's arm, and his eyes were so flustered that he wanted to see it on his face. Some clues: "Heng Yan, you saw him just now, right? Is he in a bad condition? Or is my blood not fed enough?"

Heng Yan closed his eyes, let him shake and question but never said a word, the beads in his hand turned faster, and silently recited the "Great Compassion Mantra".

"It must be...it must be like this..." Shen Moyan's face was stained with madness, and his fingers were trembling with anxiety: "I'll go now, I'll go give him some blood again, you said, As long as people are not dead, my blood is useful, right?"

The loose ends of his hair slapped his face indiscriminately, and he looked very oozing. He didn't even have time to look at Heng Yan again. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around in a hurry, planning to rush to the hospital immediately, and his steps were a little staggering, as if I'm afraid of delaying for a second.

"Shen Moyan!" A deafening voice exploded in the villa, Heng Yan opened his eyelids, and his words were as sharp as a sharp sword.

"He's not Xue Shaoqing!!"

"Boom!" Lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, illuminating half of the sky, and the sound of thunder shook the mortals almost deaf.

"You...what did you say..." Shen Moyan didn't seem to understand what he was saying, his voice was trembling so that he couldn't speak.

He turned back with a stiff neck, and looked at the monk with unbelievable eyes, like a straw that a dying person wants to grab at the end of his life. His body trembled and shook constantly: "Say it again...you...what you said just now..."

"I said!" Another lightning struck, and Heng Yan's old and unbearable expression was instantly illuminated. He looked like a half-demon, half-human, and his tone was extremely clear and piercing, as if he wanted to draw a crack in the air.

"Wang Ye!"

"He's not Xue Shaoqing!"

"You lied to me!!!" Shen Moyan's stern voice sounded like a roar of a wild animal, and a murderous aura suddenly exploded around his body, and his long hair like a black waterfall exploded in disorder: "I don't believe it!!!"