The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

Just as Wen Xun finished asking, Wen Sui suddenly spoke. He lit the lighter, and the flame illuminated his face.

He said slowly in a low voice: "I am not communicating with you on an equal footing, but a unilateral interrogation."

Immediately afterwards, he slowly explained the reason for this action.

"Six years ago, after my brother finished filming with your crew, he became poisoned in the apartment he rented. The agent found out the next day that he missed the best first aid time, so he spent the past few years in bed. became a living dead."

vegetable?

So Wen Xun himself drank it, not the staff?Then why didn't it explode on the Internet?

Countless question marks jumped out.

Wen Sui continued: "Because of taking care of him and being busy with the company I just inherited, I didn't pay much attention to the news, but after that, I found a lot of doubts."

"After stabilizing the company, I replaced him and returned to the entertainment circle, and found more doubts."

"So I've been waiting for an opportunity."

"Half a year ago, Xiao Xun woke up, and we also waited for this opportunity at the same time."

"A chance to find the truth."

After hearing this, most of the plot has been revealed.

But usually system tasks are like math problems, you can't score points by just writing an answer, or you can score points by just guessing one blindly.

So you must be able to write out the process and figure out the cause and effect.

Lin Zhaoyun turned his head to look at Wen Sui, Wen Sui noticed his gaze, raised his eyebrows and looked back at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, as if smiling at him, he immediately turned his head away to avoid his sight.

Twisting the sheets with his fingers, Wen Sui actually took good care of him from the very beginning, paying attention to his seasickness, putting a coat on him, and caring about him after he was scared...

Compared with the others, although Lin Zhaoyun was a little afraid of him, he was not so afraid of him, which was extremely contradictory, and it was a different feeling.

It's also inexplicable, I can't tell.

Wen Sui just put the gun in his pocket for the convenience of hugging Lin Zhaoyun, now he took it out and put it on Lin Zhaoyun's thighs.

"Baby, hold it for me."

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, yes, it was called Baobao.

The metal gun body had already been warmed by Wen Sui's question, but Lin Zhaoyun's little heart was beating with fright when he saw it was placed on his lap, and his body froze, not daring to move.

"No, don't give it to me..." Lin Zhaoyun said tremblingly, almost wanting to throw the gun out.

Wen Sui just squeezed Lin Zhaoyun's palm gently, as if to comfort him.

It's just that Lin Zhaoyun was not comforted at all, and his legs were tightly seamed, for fear of accidentally touching the trigger.

The firearms are small, pocket-sized ones, but they carry a lot of weight. Lin Zhaoyun was wearing big shorts, and his thighs were so soft that they sank a little when placed on them.

The metal edges seemed to be slightly embedded, which made him a little hurt.

If he is not tight, he may fall into the leg seam.

After Wen Xun asked the question, the air in the room was suffocated for a moment, and it was terribly quiet. Lin Zhaoyun heard the sound of Wen Sui's breathing, and he looked at Jian Yanxi who was the first to speak.

"According to the monitoring at the time, there were indeed strangers entering the hotel, and Wen Xun's fracture was a mistake of the prop team."

Jian Yanxi suddenly realized that the first person to die was from the props group: "You..."

Wen Xun put his finger through the trigger, and his fingertips flew, and he played several tricks on the small silver metal gun.

"Before I smothered him to death with my own hands, I asked him the reason. He told me some very interesting things because of the fear before the temporary..."

Several people wanted to hear him continue talking, but he closed his mouth after he finished speaking, not intending to continue talking about what the "very interesting" thing was.

The blood that was smashed on the top of Chi Ye's head continued to flow down, dripping on the ground, he looked seriously injured, his lips were pale, he seemed to be enduring the pain, his face was very pale at the moment, especially when he heard Wen Xun if.

Lin Zhaoyun looked over frequently, he was afraid of blood, he frowned and pursed his lips, he couldn't bear it.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Sui said suddenly, strangled Lin Zhaoyun's chin with his hands, and broke back: "Don't look if you feel uncomfortable."

Bo Zhiqiu leaned against the corner, perhaps a little uncomfortable, and moved his arm a little: "Wen Xun, it was poisoned by black fans at that time, and the police were involved. You must have made a mistake."

Wen Xun snorted coldly, glanced at him, raised the corners of his mouth, went to the bedside and sat down: "It was my second time to act in a play. Before that, I only acted in a small production idol drama, which was not screened because of card review. What black powder."

"It's still early, we can ask slowly, but you, you should be very happy these days."

"What do you mean?" Bo Zhiqiu asked.

Wen Xun didn't answer him, but suddenly looked at Lin Zhaoyun, Lin Zhaoyun's eyes met his, and his body flinched for a moment, this action made Wen Xun frowned unhappy, suddenly half-knelt down to the edge of the bed, bent down and grabbed Lin Zhaoyun's ankle.

Lin Zhaoyun was startled, and hurriedly shrank in, but was held tightly, afraid that the gun on his lap would fall, so he didn't dare to move again, so he could only let him hold it.

His hands were big and hot, and his ankles were red. Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun was not struggling, he slowly let go, his fingertips climbed up from his trembling calf, and landed on his round knee , making a circle.

"It's time for me to ask questions, so let me start with you."

When he spoke to Lin Zhaoyun, his tone was obviously different, and he also stared straight into Lin Zhaoyun's eyes, and gradually leaned forward, as if he wanted to ask for a kiss from below.

Lin Zhaoyun curled his eyelashes, curled up his toes, stepped on the sheet tremblingly, hurriedly held down the hand that wanted to go up, and put his palm on the back of the opponent's hand, then raised his eyes to look at the opponent, and said anxiously: "Smell Xun, I don't know anything..."

"Just say you know."

He shook Lin Zhaoyun's hand in the opposite direction, but Lin Zhaoyun couldn't pull it away no matter what, so he could only lower his eyes and wait for the other party to ask questions.

Before Wen Xun asked the question, he thought about many kinds of questions, each of which could touch the main line, but Wen Xun asked a completely unrelated question————

"Who do you like to play with?"

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly raised his head, his beautiful eyes widened, he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: "What, what?"

Being so close, Wen Xun could clearly see Lin Zhaoyun's face, his full lips were pursed and turned pale, he didn't cry, but his eyes were always wet.

Stunningly beautiful, it is tickling to watch.

"Let me put it another way, who is the most comfortable acting with?"

"Is it with the director who looks terribly serious, but uses the jokes to play tricks and secretly teases you with the camera, or the licking dog who likes to peek at you in the middle of the night, or the one who doesn't mean what he says? A film king with a dirty mind."

"Yes, and my brother."

He suddenly stretched out his fingers and pressed Lin Zhaoyun's lips.

"Ok?"

He was inexplicably jealous. Lin Zhaoyun didn't notice it, but everyone else did. After all, he was the only one who didn't play with Lin Zhaoyun.

About to care about this.

"Under the camera, the difference between me and my brother is still easy to spot."

"You will also feel the difference." He said something with a little deep meaning, but Lin Zhaoyun didn't hear it.

This question is ridiculous, and it has nothing to do with the main plot, the current plot, and the most important plot.

But inexplicably, everyone was staring at Lin Zhaoyun, and Wen Sui behind him, who had been hitting his ears, was breathing a little faster.

Lin Zhaoyun's ears were all red and his facial features were wrinkled. He didn't understand why he asked this question at all...

Suddenly exposed, Chi Ye interjected angrily: "What about you, what about yourself?"

"Aren't you wearing this mask to peep behind the cat's eyes, hiding under the bed like a stalker who is too crazy, you can't play opposite Lin Zhaoyun, jealous of us?"

Wen Xun ignored him and continued to stare at Lin Zhaoyun, waiting for his answer.

[Come, come, come and place a bet, guess who my wife will choose! ! 】

[It must be Wen Sui! ! 】

[Wen Sui plus one! ! 】

[Why didn't anyone say anything about Director Jian, the tauren really poked my xp! 】

[It doesn't matter whether you poke your xp or not, what matters is whether your wife has been poked! 】

After a few seconds of silence, everyone was waiting for Lin Zhaoyun to speak, his face was wrinkled, and the tip of his nose and cheeks were flushed.

He finally scratched his nails in shame, his voice muffled and wet: "I, I don't know..."

Everyone looked dissatisfied and relieved, as if they were all worried that Lin Zhaoyun hadn't chosen him, so they felt relieved after hearing this answer.

But Wen Xun refused to let go, and leaned forward again, almost touching Lin Zhaoyun's face, and said dissatisfied: "This is not really an answer."

"Do you have to choose one?" His gun was on his left hand, and the muzzle was pressed against Lin Zhaoyun's right thigh.

Lin Zhaoyun had a troubled expression, his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth was pursed, as if he was really thinking. Seeing the metal gun, he trembled, and finally said his name in an extremely soft and quick voice.

"Smell, teacher..."

The arms pinching Lin Zhaoyun's waist suddenly tightened, Lin Zhaoyun lowered his head firmly, his hanging neck was already pink.

At this moment, in the quiet villa, the phone suddenly rang, and Lin Zhaoyun was so shocked that he almost died of fright.

"Isn't there no signal..."

Wen Sui reassured him: "It should be an internal call."

Because the door was not closed, the voice of the internal phone in the corridor on the second floor was harsh, so Wen Xun got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.

The sound insulation effect of the door is mediocre, and Wen Xun's conversation can be vaguely heard.

"Teacher Bo is playing, Director Jian is watching, you still want to come in such a heavy rain?"

"In this way, Teacher Bo will be angry? Okay, you can send it here."

"it is good."

After a few words, Wen Xun hung up the phone, and when he returned to the room, Bo Zhiqiu frowned and asked, "Wen Xun, what are you going to do?"

"It saves me some effort, and you will know it in a while."

The conversation was still going on, Lin Zhaoyun thought that the topic about himself was over, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but when Wen Xun returned to the room, he caught him again and asked, "Which scene with my brother do you like the most?"

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

"Didn't you say that there is only one problem..." Lin Zhaoyun couldn't help complaining, and felt scared after complaining, and lowered his head.

Wen Xun tilted his head, as if he was flattered by his question, and showed a slightly innocent smile, like a big boy, with a little bit of white canine teeth between his lips, and his strange mask. It looks completely different.

"But the rules are made by me."

He doesn't play by common sense at all.

Anyway, he had to answer at the end, so Lin Zhaoyun simply cut through the mess quickly and carefully recalled the intimate scene between the two.

"The first time..." Lin Zhaoyun stammered.

"Oh, that scene, squat down..."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a knock on the door downstairs. It should be Bo Zhiqiu's assistant. He got up immediately, and his expression turned cold in an instant.

"I'll open the door and keep an eye on them, brother."

Wen Xun went out, followed by a long period of silence.

Lin Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Xun's presence was too strong, and he had been targeting him just now.

It's just that he hasn't relaxed much yet, a loud gunshot rang out in the silent villa, just as Lin Zhaoyun relaxed, his whole body seemed to explode, and he suddenly raised his head.

"He, he shot..."

The three people who were tied up also reacted, especially Bo Zhiqiu, who struggled with the rope and cursed.

Wen Xun's footsteps came up slowly, and at the same time there was a dragging sound.

He dragged Chi Ye's assistant all the way to the door of the room, and threw him heavily on the floor. Bo Zhiqiu was about to curse, but Lin Zhaoyun tightly closed his eyes, not daring to look.

He took two steps and returned to the bed.

"So scared?"

Lin Zhaoyun closed his eyes and didn't dare to move, trembling all over, grabbed Wen Sui's clothes and pursed his lips, daring not to speak.

Wen Xun inexplicably looked at the hand holding the fabric and said, "What are you afraid of? He didn't die. He fainted from fright, but he was shot in the leg."

"Well, open your eyes."

Only then did Lin Zhaoyun dare to open his eyes slowly, Wen Xun suddenly reached out and touched Lin Zhaoyun's eyelashes, which made him subconsciously lost his eyes, and heard Wen Xun say: "Your eyes are so beautiful."

Lin Zhaoyun didn't know what to say, and when he didn't look at him, he heard him say: "It should look better when you cry."

The slender eyelashes trembled violently.

"Don't scare him." Wen Sui's faint voice came from behind.

Wen Xun still listened more to Wen Sui's words, clicked his tongue and said "My heart hurts, brother", but he really didn't continue to embarrass Lin Zhaoyun.

Standing up and looking at the tied people on the ground, their expressions suddenly became very different.

It's one thing not to have seen it before, but it's true that Wen Xun shot someone, and the faces of the few people were obviously much more serious.

Bo Zhiqiu's assistant bled profusely, spreading to the floor below the three of them. The atmosphere had been tense, but now it seemed to explode.

Bo Zhiqiu gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

Wen Xun robbed the whole thing, put the safety catch back on, and smiled, showing his white teeth: "I'm not a perverted murderer either."

"I just want to know who attacked me in the first place and ordered the so-called black fan in the surveillance to poison me."

Ikeno: "It's really not us, we drank too, we're just not that serious, in the news..."

If Lin Zhaoyun's guess was correct, Chi Ye should know that Wen Xun really became a vegetable, that's why he asked Wen Sui that sentence back then.

He once thought Chi Ye and Wen Sui were in the same group.

But now I'm not sure again...

"Ikeno, what are you pretending to be confused about?"

"How much of the news is true and how much is it false? It wasn't even reported that I was lying in bed poisoned. You clearly knew about it and never mentioned it."

He snorted coldly, the sharp corners of his eyes jumped up, and his sharp jaw tightened: "Let me guess, who bought all the news with money to block the spread of public opinion?"

Wen Xun walked up and down in front of them, and stopped in front of Jian Yanxi.

"The three of you are all eager, but there is one who is the most eager."

"If a film that has been filmed for almost half a year cannot be shown in theaters due to the news of the actor's murder, then our director Jian may go crazy with anger."

"Am I right?" As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhaoyun was still unable to turn his head because of his informative words, and his ears were blocked by Wen Sui.

Before he had time to react, Wen Xun suddenly raised his hand, moved the safety catch and pulled the trigger extremely smoothly, and fired a shot at Jian Yanxi's calf.

Jian Yanxi snorted heavily in pain, blood flowed out from the wound, staining the ground red.

He suddenly helped Jian Yanxi up, untied him, and pushed him out the door.

"I have locked the door from the second floor to the first floor."

"Let's play a game."

"what game?"

"Hide and seek until one of you murderers is willing to stand up, or someone else gives me clues. Of course, if you are caught by me, you will have a chance to speak before I shoot."

Chi Ye and Bo Zhiqiu were not shot, so Wen Xun did not untie them, but helped them up one by one and pushed them out.

Watching a few people disappear in the corridor, Wen Xun shouted to the outside: "In 30 seconds, I will catch you."

Realizing what kind of "game" Wen Xun was going to play, Lin Zhaoyun felt cold all over and his scalp was numb.

hunting game.

Real hunting with a gun.

Lin Zhaoyun hid in Wen Sui's arms, his small face was pale with fright, and he couldn't see clearly in the dancing candlelight, but he was slender and shivering, hiding in the arms of a man of his size, his forehead It's all hot and sweaty.

Wen Sui, who had been holding him all the time, suddenly made a movement, grabbed the gun, turned Lin Zhaoyun, and the two faced each other.

Lin Zhaoyun was like a soldier, so frightened that he tried to fight with both hands, but was easily restrained by Wen Xun.

At this time, 1 minute was up, Wen Xun walked out, but closed the door very thoughtfully.

The room became quiet again, except for the messy footsteps outside.

Wen Sui pressed against his ear and whispered softly, "Baby, you smell so sweet."

Lin Zhaoyun's body trembled. He was in a daze. He hadn't heard this for a long time. In the beginning, it was always because of the scent exposure.

There should be no such thing in this world.

Wen Sui eagerly ingested Lin Zhaoyun's fragrance, and the tip of his nose almost touched the side of his neck.

Lin Zhaoyun said anxiously: "Wen Sui, no, don't do this..."

"Are you worried about them?"

Lin Zhaoyun hesitated: "Well..."

"Think about it, I know that Chi Ye and Bo Zhiqiu are going to star in the same drama, and then I actively invested in trying to insert myself into it. What would people who have experienced these things find out about this, what would they think?"

Wen Sui brushed Lin Zhaoyun's hair away with his fingertips, slowly touched his eyebrows and eyelashes, and painted them carefully, and continued: "It's not a fool who would doubt something, so why accept me and let me follow along?" What about the island?"

"They're not that stupid."

Lin Zhaoyun was dazed for a few seconds, then thought of something, and looked up at Wen Sui in disbelief.

Wen Sui's fingertips just touched the crevice of his lips, and with such a movement, the fingertips were wet, and continued in a low voice: "Think about it carefully, who is likely to do this trick."