After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

The candlelight flickered in the room, neither of them went to bed, they just sat on the leather chair by the desk and closed their eyes to rest.

"Can't sleep?" Hang Yang asked softly.

The baroness's lips were still pale, and her body was still trembling uncontrollably. It was hard to imagine where she had shown such astonishing courage just now.

"After all, I've killed someone, and I'll probably have to die tomorrow," she said softly.

Hang Yang smiled faintly: "You hate your husband?"

"He also wants my life," the baroness opened her eyes sullenly, a stern look flashed in her eyes, "it's just that he has no ability or courage."

She paused for a moment, probably anticipating the end of her short life, and began to "talk" to Hang Yang, a silent audience: "He is only profit-seeking, timid and fearful but also greedy and lustful, unfaithful, not enterprising, and Small cleverness is regarded as great wisdom...these are secondary."

She lowered her voice: "More importantly, he refuses to recognize my value as a 'person'. No matter how good I am and how hard I try, in his eyes-I will always be a vassal of his trash. All are unconditionally provided for him to squander. He is extremely arrogant and extremely inferior. On the one hand, he plunders my wealth, and on the other hand, he feels that his capable wife is trampling on his ridiculous masculine dignity. Beating—recovering 'dignity'."

Having said that, she sneered: "Trash."

Hang Yang didn't speak, just listened to her speak slowly.

Suddenly, the Baroness's expression softened: "She and I, we are all sad people bound by marriage."

"The merchant's wife?" Hang Yang asked lightly.

"Yes." The baroness raised her head, her eyes were filled with hazy warmth, and she said that when people die, they love to remember the "sadest" and "most precious" things in their life, which seems to be true.

"The first time we met was at a banquet, and I could tell just by looking at it," she said softly, "The glamorous and beautiful woman in front of me is just like me, with a scarred body wrapped under a luxurious skirt."

With a soft "pop", the candle flickered slightly, and the room fell into silence.

Hang Yang asked the last question: "How do you know who is Duke N."

The baroness looked at him: "I have been secretly harboring feelings that cannot be tolerated in the world for so many years. For those subtle, secret feelings that have to be buried deep underground..."

She showed a beautiful and decisive smile, and said softly, "Because I'm familiar with it, I'm sensitive."

"Your eyes are not so pale." In the end, she softly said this sentence with a smile.

Hang Yang's pupils dilated slightly, but he didn't argue, refute, or even speak, just closed his eyes without saying a word.

The bullet screen smelled excited, and the enthusiasm of the audience was instantly ignited by the sentence "not innocent", and it exploded to the highest peak:

[? ? ? ! ! !Sister let's talk!I'm not short of this traffic! ]

[If my speculation is true!Isn't it? ! !Ah this!Ah this! ]

[Not innocent! !Not innocent! ! ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah a hot blue man! ]

[I stuffed a year's worth of spicy strips, this must be a spicy man! ! ]

[md I hugged my phone and cried on the spot ah ah ah]

As soon as the camera turned, time passed quickly, and the morning light broke through a vast darkness—it was already the next morning.

Hang Yang looked at the baroness, who was black and blue at the moment: "Didn't you rest well?"

She smiled perfunctorily: "No answer."

"I will fulfill all my promises to you." Hang Yang turned back to the cold, appropriate, and even impeccable housekeeper.

The baroness nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

But before the two walked out of the room, Hang Yang finally said a redundant word to her: "I wish you a smooth life."

The baroness widened her eyes in surprise, and looked up at him reflexively, but Hang Yang had already turned and pushed the door open.

As she expected, Hang Yang walked to the rich businessman's room first, and he knocked on the door politely: "Is anyone there?"

Naturally no one responded.

The two performed a whole set in the hallway with realistic acting skills.

Then, Hang Yang violently broke into the baron's room.

The baroness looked at him, even though she was trying to suppress it, she could still see her nervousness from her clenched hands.

Hang Yang said lightly: "In the two rooms I saw, there was no one except the deceased, and I will testify 'truthfully' according to what I saw with my own eyes later."

"Madam, please be sorry." Hang Yang slightly nodded at her, "I'll call other people over, please take care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

The baroness stared at Hang Yang's leaving back with a complicated expression. She took two deep breaths, hurriedly opened the closet in the room before the others woke up, and "released" the woman who had been squatting in it all night.

She gently brushed the scattered hair on the merchant's wife's forehead, and shook her back: "Don't be afraid, we will win."

"We...will win." The merchant's wife repeated with a trembling voice, holding her hand carefully.

"Yes." The baroness—oh no, it should be the widow— nodded her head in the most determined tone.

There have been conversations between Hang Yang and others outside.

The baroness's expression froze, she held the woman's beautiful face, and quickly said her final instructions: "Quick, pack yourself up and go back to your dead husband."

"You remember, we're going to walk out that door with dignity and start over."

But unfortunately, they failed.

On the second day after entering the castle, the first "murderer", the baroness, was taken to the rooftop on the third floor by Hang Yang for execution.

Outside the window is a blizzard, the sky and the earth are the same color, dazzlingly white.

She subconsciously blocked her eyes with her arms, Hang Yang didn't urge her, but waited for her to adapt slowly.

"Should I, jump from here?" The baroness smiled stiffly.

Hang Yang nodded, no emotion could be seen from his beautiful blue eyes: "Madam, this is the most decent way of funeral I can think of."

"I..." She hesitated to speak.

Hang Yang's eyes were cold: "I'm sorry, but the rules set by the master are absolutely—right."

He rarely emphasized the word "absolutely".

The baroness turned her head in a daze, and she finally smiled sadly: "Thank you, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, she lifted her long black dress and jumped into the piercing blizzard.

There was still a little fantasy in the bullet screen, hoping that Hang Yang might keep her one, until the baroness really jumped down:

[Ah ah ah ah sister!My beautiful sister! ]

[how so!My mind exploded! ]

[Smart, brave and beautiful, she is my ideal]

[how come!Why is it offline now! ! ! ]

A group of viewers were heartbroken and unable to extricate themselves, one by one getting deeper into the play:

[When it was played from the perspective of chasing the murderer, I desperately hoped that Teacher Hang and Gu Yuan would work harder; now watching the perspective of the murderer, I really feel heartbroken, woo woo woo woo]

[Ahhhhhhhhh, can't you be a little stupid! ]

[I want to see two pljj walk out of here hand in hand ah woo woo woo]

[Teacher Hang is loyal, now I want to give him a hammer on the head, why do you think you are so smart! (smile.jpg)]

[I can't accept (smile/smile/smile) "Stairway", what do you owe to me and the beautiful sister! ]

……

But Hang Yang couldn't see the dispute on the bullet screen. He quietly watched the black figure gradually shrink in the air. With a muffled sound of "dong", black, white and bright red slowly blended together, forming an extremely sad A beautiful painting.

The world was instantly quiet—the kind of silence where everything is still.

He slowly closed the window, keeping the blizzard and death at bay.

The empty third floor was empty and quiet, only the sound of my own footsteps echoed.

Hang Yang returned to the first floor and looked at the distraught crowd, as cold and elegant as ever, like a piece of ice that could not be melted: "Dinner will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

Time passed quickly, and the second night of entering the castle came.

Hang Yang sat in his room, it was very quiet tonight, no one came to disturb him, but if he listened carefully, there would always be some tiny movements: like the sound of the wind wrapped in snow outside the window, or someone sobbing softly, in the castle Wandering around.

The next morning, he floated out like a ghost, knocking on every door—except one.

Gu Yuan stretched his waist. This kid seemed to have a big heart. He seemed to have gotten used to it after a night. He walked over leisurely: "Eh? This room doesn't seem to be occupied. Why are you knocking on it?"

Hang Yang: "There was no one the day before yesterday, but there was one yesterday."

He paused, there seemed to be only indifference in his eyes, but there seemed to be something else: "But tomorrow night, probably there will be no living people living here."

Gu Yuan got goosebumps all over his body when he said it, so he gasped and took half a step back.

I saw Hang Yang gently twist open the door——

The merchant's wife fell asleep in this room last night. She was lying quietly on the big white bed, and she was already out of breath.

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