I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 371: A Replica of Ming Si?

"Then according to your words, you are the one in those materials?" Chen Luoyang became suspicious again.

Ming Si replied: "The information is me, the photo is not me."

"The person in the photo is exactly like you, okay? If you want to tell nonsense with your eyes open, can you make it up?" Chen Luoyang's tone was a little anxious.

Ming Si neither blushed nor out of breath, and said word by word: "That person is not me."

"How do you prove it?"

Ming Si was not in a hurry, he hooked his finger at Chen Luoyang, "Come here."

Chen Luoyang frowned slightly, and said alertly: "What do you want to do?"

"I asked you to come here." He emphasized his tone.

Chen Luoyang still sat still, he was a little impatient, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, only to see the chair Chen Luoyang was sitting on made a 'clang' sound, and quickly moved to Ming Si's side.

Chen Luoyang stood up almost as soon as he stumbled, trying to hide, but Ming Si grabbed him.

Mingsi picked up the phone on the table, turned on the camera function, and pointed the camera at him and Chen Luoyang.

I stretched my neck and looked at the screen of my phone. There was only an image of Chen Luoyang on it, and the space next to it was empty, and I couldn't get a picture of Ming Si at all.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Chen Luoyang was startled, "What's going on?"

"You see clearly, it is impossible for any modern equipment to photograph me, unless there are special circumstances."

The so-called special situation seems to be that when Ming Division fell into a dormant state, he could not take pictures when he was awake. Because of this, the wedding photos at that time were still taken nervously during the dormant period of Ming Division.

However, there are many photos in the documents that Chen Luoyang brought. Among them, the person looks exactly the same as Ming Si. The photos are very new. Judging from the clothes of the person in the photos, they are very fashionable. They should be taken recently, and the photos are obviously taken secretly.

I was puzzled, and Chen Luoyang was also dumbfounded.

"If you can't take a picture, who is this person in the picture?"

Ming Si glanced at him, and said coldly: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

I tugged at his arm and asked him in a low voice, "Is it really you?"

"No."

"Who is that?"

"do not know."

Ming Si's answer almost shocked me, there are still things in this world that he doesn't know?
Chen Luoyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the camera, and took a picture of Mingsi for a long time. Because he couldn't get the image of Mingsi, he exclaimed: "I really can't take a picture."

Ming Si sighed, and said impatiently, "You don't need to question my words."

"I have to question it."

As Chen Luoyang said, he moved the chair back to its original position, then picked up the file bag from before, took out all the materials and photos inside and spread it out on the table.

He dragged those photos and asked Ming Si: "Take a closer look, are you sure this photo is not you?"

"determine."

"Impossible, I specially hired a private detective..." Chen Luoyang stopped talking endlessly.

Ming Si raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "So you hired a private detective to investigate me?"

Chen Luoyang swallowed, and said with a smile, "I want to know more about you, don't I?"

"You know what I do?"

"Out of curiosity about you!"

"Neuropathy!"

"..."

The dishes were served one after another. In order to make room for the table, Chen Luoyang held all the materials and photos in his hand.

After the waiter put all the dishes on the table, Chen Luoyang handed me the photos, then opened the files and asked Ming Si: "Those photos are not of you, so what about these archives?"

"These are, as long as there are photos, they are all paintings."

I craned my neck to look around, and most of the photos in those files were ID photos on the ID card, and the ID cards in the early years were black and white, and the clarity of the photos was not high. Generally, no one would question whether the photos were taken by a camera or drawn.

Among them is a solo photo of Ming Si, which is hardly recognizable as a painting, because the degree of simulation is very high, it is the photo of him in black clothes and with a rustic hairstyle.

I quietly asked him, "Who painted that for you?"

He frowned, and said solemnly: "The merchant, to be precise, is Shang Liqi's grandfather."

"You really have a good relationship with the merchants."

"That's natural."

Hearing us whispering, Chen Luoyang came over and asked, "What are you talking about behind my back?"

Ming Si turned to look at him, and he immediately took a few steps back consciously, as if he was a little timid about Ming Si's identity as a 'ghost'.

"I'm curious, where did you find the counterfeit detective? Just investigate me, and find a copy?"

Ming Si looked suspicious.

Chen Luoyang scratched his head, feeling a little confused about the situation.

"I don't know either. I'll ask that private detective later."

"You'd better ask." Ming Si's expression darkened.

At this time, his cell phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

He got up and went outside to pick up his phone.

As soon as he stepped out, Chen Luoyang sat down next to me with a cocky look on his face, and asked, "Is he really a ghost?"

"Ah."

"Then you are a ghost hunter, catch him and show me."

"Are you crazy?" I really wanted to kick Chen Luoyang away.

He actually asked me to catch the underworld?I wouldn't even dare to lend me a hundred guts.

"Shang Liqi is used to wearing a talisman on his body, do you have it? If so, put the talisman on Mingsi's body in front of me, and I will see his reaction. If he is really a ghost, he will definitely react."

"Are you tired of living, or am I tired of living?" I stared at him, and he was stunned.

I pushed him and said with disgust: "Go back to your seat, stay away from me, and don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you."

He curled his lips, but he was tactful, and sat back obediently.

However, thinking of the pictures taken by the private eye makes me a little apprehensive.

Could it be that there is really a person in this world who looks exactly like the Secretary of the Underworld?
The photos are still in my hand, and I couldn't help but look down carefully one by one.

If you don't open your eyes to distinguish, it is difficult to find that the person in the photo is not Ming Si, but in fact, the man in the photo has a mole on his right earlobe, but Ming Si has no mole on his earlobe.

"This person is really not the underworld!" I muttered, looked up at Chen Luoyang, just about to ask him about the private detective, when he raised his hand, he rushed to say: "You don't want to talk to me, and I don't want to talk to you now either."

"..."

As if on purpose, he put his chin up proudly in a posturing.

"That private detective..."

"Eat." He lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks and ate with big mouthfuls, as if he really didn't want to talk to me.

I cleared my throat and muttered, "I take back what I just said."

"What?"

"I don't want to pay attention to your words."

As soon as he put down the chopsticks, he suddenly sat up straight and said, "Okay, before you ask me a question, answer me a question first."

"You ask."

"Is Mingji really a ghost?"

"Correct."

"You married a ghost?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)