My Sister is Fuji

"Okay." Captain Zhang nodded, and went back with Ah Hua.

Ah Hua Lu said: "Looking at it this way, Director Zhao is indeed not suspected."

Team Zhang looked tired and didn't speak.

Even if all the evidence proves that Director Zhao has nothing to do with it, Team Zhang still thinks there is something wrong with him.

Ahua pointed to Dui Zhang's eyes in surprise: "Team Zhang, your eyes..."

Team Zhang touched his right eye: "Oh, the right eyelid is twitching."

……

Su Mu sat on the roof of the apartment across the street, looked at Dao Zhao's villa, and murmured: "Another me?" Feeling tired, he thought: "What is the other me like? Why did he kill Ye Zi? Why do we kill each other?"

Su Mu opened the clothes on his chest, large and small holes appeared on his chest, Su Mu could feel the loss of strength.

Su Mu took out a small notebook and wrote, "What are we living for?"

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Folder with playbooks.

The assistant director held the folder under his arm and looked up at the store's signboard.

Zheng Xin Noodle House.

This is a [-]-year-old shop, and the noodles are very chewy.

The assistant director likes to eat noodles here at noon.

"crunch-"

The assistant director pushed open the glass door.

Quiet and empty.

There are surprisingly few people in this store today.

The weird guest sitting in front squinted at the assistant director, his scarlet pupils dilated.

The assistant director was a little uneasy.Forcibly suppressing the uneasy emotions, clamping the folder tightly, sitting in the corner against the wall, and said to the cashier at the front desk: "Give me some pig brain noodles."

"Okay." The cashier shouted to the kitchen inside: "One serving of pig's brain noodles."

The voice came to the kitchen through the black cloth with the words "cooking" printed on it.

The chef picked up the colander soaked in the hot pot, the colander was steaming, the flesh of his face was squeezed into a ball, and he hit the assailant's head heavily, cursing: "You are such a stupid pig!"

In the slop bucket next to it, there are balls of noodles and a struggling fly floating.

The colander was boiling hot, and the remaining hot water dripped on the face of the person who beat him.

Instead of getting angry, he said flatly, "How can you serve this kind of noodles to guests."

The chef scolded angrily: "If you say you are stupid, you don't believe it, fish out the flies. Anyway, the guests can't see it, so just serve the noodles."

"But if that's the case, how pitiful are the flies." The eyelids of the striker flickered slightly.

The chef's eyes widened, and he retreated instinctively: "You..."

Those who beat the hands didn't think the swill was dirty, and stretched out their fingers to pick up the flies in the bucket.

"His-"

With the other hand, he tore off his face, and there was a tear mole under the corner of his right eye.

"You, you are!" The chef kept backing away in horror, tripped over something, fell to the ground, and saw the corpse hidden under the stove.

The hands of the corpse stretched out long, and it was the hands of the corpse that tripped him; the corpse had no face, the muscle lines and emotions were visible, and it stared at the chef with wide eyes, unwilling to die.

The chef was dumbfounded, feeling his throat was choked, and the feeling of suffocation spread all over his body.

black hair.

This Su Mu is different from the other Su Mu in that he has black hair.

The black-haired Su Mu picked the fly with his index finger and said softly, "It has a lot to say to you." Put the fly in the chef's ear.

Flies flap their wings.

"Buzz!"

"Ah—" the chef yelled crazily, "Come out! Come out!"

……

The black-haired Su Mu came out holding the pig's brain noodles, shaking his head.It's not a pig's brain, it's his brain.

The black-haired Su Mu brought the noodles to the assistant director's desk, turned around and was about to leave.

The assistant director stared at the face, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Wait!" Pointing to the bright red brain in the face, he said, "Why is the color of this pig's brain wrong?"

The black-haired Su Mu turned around with a smile and said, "Impossible." Looking at the pig's brain in the face, "This is a fresh pig's brain just bought this morning, there is no problem."

"Could it be that what I ate before was stale pig brains!" the assistant director said angrily, staring at Su Mu's face: "Hey, why haven't I seen you before?"