Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

In the desert, the temperature difference between morning and night is huge.

To be precise, it doesn't get old sooner or later, and it can become cold and hot at any time. In the past two days, I have encountered several fires and winds.

Fortunately, the crew had already made adequate preparations, and no one was injured.

The man who had just finished the morning show was still wearing a costume and had blood dripping from his face.

Of course, this blood is not really flowing out of the body, but artificial blood made by the props team that can be faked.

Smell, it doesn't smell very good.

Everyone else was still wrapped in thick coats, but Mr. Fu, who was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, was obviously sweating on his forehead.

Anyone who played for nearly two hours early in the morning would not be able to get cold.

He took the water cup handed by the assistant and took several sips.

Just then, the assistant opened his mouth to remind:

"Brother Yan, an unfamiliar number just called and called twice."

Unfamiliar number?

"Give me the phone."

"Oh, alright."

The man held the phone, unlocked it with one hand, clicked on the missed call and glanced at it, it was really an unfamiliar number.

However, he didn't plan to do anything. He was about to give the phone to the assistant when the phone vibrated again.

At first glance, it was still the unfamiliar number.

It's only three times, it's the third time, and it's not good not to answer.

What if something really happened?

Connect:

"Hey?"

The phone was connected quickly, but there was no sound for a long time.

Teacher Fu frowned. Of course, he didn't have much patience:

"Don't talk and hang up."

After the words fell, there was movement on the phone, like the sound of a chair crashing on the ground, which was very harsh.

"God, good morning!"

The voice is obviously using a voice changer, and nothing can be heard.

But the name just now, has already explained the problem.

Zheng Bingyang's eyes widened, can he imagine someone crushing a water glass with one hand?

This time I saw it with my own eyes.

Fortunately, the little assistant was not stupid, and was shocked by shock, but he didn't exclaim. He silently picked up the board on the table beside him, and then took the fragments of the cup from his brother Yan's hand one by one.

At the palm of his hand, two slits were cut, and blood was constantly seeping out.

But I didn't feel it at all, and my expression had long since recovered:

"You can find my private phone number, and you have a lot of skill, who are you?"

There is no need to deny it, after all, the other party's means are not bad.

"Jie Jie...you guessed it."

On the phone, the unpleasant shrill voice of the voice changer.

"Do you think I'm interested in guessing?"

"Tsk, boring, or your wife is more interesting!"

hiss~

"What did you say?"

Just listening to this voice, I could hear the murderous aura in it.

"Hahahaha, God, you won the game last time, but this time, it's not necessarily the case~

Enjoy my gift to you! "

The voice of the voice changer was decisively cut off, and at a glance, the phone was indeed hung up.

When you dial it again, it is already empty.

Zheng Bingyang took the alcohol and gauze borrowed from the artist assistant next door:

"Brother Yan, your hand is injured, you need to bandage it."

When you're done, look up.

Good guy, almost didn't get scared to death.

"Yan... Brother Yan? What's wrong?"

Who provoked this killing god?

Damn, look at this look, it's over!

The man ignored the injury on his hand and went directly to the director.

In the director's tent, everyone was watching the scene just now repeatedly:

"Mr. Fu's acting is also very good, isn't it? Too sassy!"

"It's not bad for being my idol, awesome!"

"This play, this look, I really feel like I'm going to die!"