Of course, Lao Xiong's satisfaction is based on the premise that the content below will not be bad.

However, in the current view of Lao Xiong, who has a lot of views and is stingy, the possibility of a collapse is extremely low.

The first two-thirds have already shown sufficiently stable script content, and the actors' performance is also very exciting.

For example, although choosing him as the male lead has caused a lot of controversy, since he appeared, Lao Xiong suddenly understood why Wang Qingyuan insisted on choosing Tang Ci.

If other actors play this role, then Tang Ci has truly become this role. He is not playing. When he appears on the screen, others will not think of Tang Ci. There is only Chen Feng in his mind, a depressed and unsuccessful old detective.

Tang Ci's performance this time refreshed Lao Xiong's past understanding of him. He had read Tang Ci's early work before. Lao Xiong felt that this was a young genius who was squandering his spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, his acting skills were settled after the failure. This was a blessing in disguise?

However, what impressed Lao Xiong the most was Jiang Tang. The finishing touch was not enough to summarize her presence. Even though Jiang Tang only appeared three times so far, except for the first appearance and Tang Ci's opponents, the remaining two scenes flashed in just half a minute, and the overall scenes were no more than six minutes.

It was just these six minutes of scenes. Even though it was obvious that Jiang Tang, who was more skillful and experienced, had a slight lack of acting skills, she seemed to have some strange aura, which was so attractive that she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Lao Xiong couldn't help but think with regret: Why does Jiang Tang have so few scenes?

I don't know if the director can hear his voice.

Lao Xiong just muttered in his heart, and the next second the scene on the big screen changed, and Jiang Tang appeared again-

This was after Chen Feng left the hospital.

The serial murder investigation team invited him back to continue as deputy team leader, but Chen Feng refused without thinking.

He avoided his colleagues alone and returned to the old site where the orphanage was covered.

At this time, it suddenly started to rain heavily in the sky, and passers-by who did not bring an umbrella ran to hide from the rain.

Chen Feng stood quietly, letting his whole body be penetrated, and his attention was not far behind him.

He felt someone was looking at him secretly, and he knew who it was, so he deliberately walked to a remote corner.

Chen Feng whispered behind him: "You have been following me all the time, right... Aning."

Liang Bo laughed behind him with a sarcastic laugh: "So you still remember me, Brother Chen Feng."

Chen Feng turned his back to Aning, showing a painful and entangled expression.

The blood and blood are surging, and thousands of emotions are entangled in my heart.

Finally it turned into a question:

"Did you really kill those people?"

Aning said without hesitation:

"certainly."

Not only did she not feel guilty and uneasy as the murderer, she raised her chin and her pale and beautiful side face showed her unparalleled pride and complacent, as if she was a hero who had cleared the evil spirits in the world!

"Do you remember Brother Chen Feng? In the orphanage, the food made by the uncle in charge of the canteen was very unpalatable because he secretly embezzled all the money, leaving us with only leftovers. We complained, and the uncle in the canteen tapped our heads with chopsticks, poked our stomachs and scolded us, spitted into our bowls, forcing us to eat. I still remember that he proudly said that no one would stand up for us, the orphans."

Chen Feng slowly climbed up with a chill, and he finally turned to face Aning, watching her pale but bizarre and gorgeous face radiate a kind of excitement in the dark sky.

He guessed what Aning might say, and his throat moved, and if he stopped it, he couldn't say it.

Aning responded to his hand, and the corners of her mouth were raising brighter and continued:

"Yes, no one cares about the feelings of a group of orphans, because we are weak, and the weak should be trampled and crushed by the strong. Of course, when I become the strong, I can also crush and dismantle their bones and blood in the name of revenge and eat them a little bit, so..."

"So you killed him?"

"No, I didn't kill him." Aning said with some regret, "He died too early, maybe it was God's retribution? He died in a car accident the year before I came to him. It was really unsatisfactory, so I killed his son."

Chen Feng's lips were silly, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say it for a long time.

Aning saw through his thoughts: "You want to say that his son is innocent, right?"

Chen Feng looked at her steadily without answering the conversation.

Aning laughed out loud.

"How could he be innocent? The canteen uncle swallowed so much money for his son! His son still disguised himself as a rich second generation using the property of his dead father, squandering his feelings to girls. So I grind it into an arrow with chopsticks and shot through his heart. Since I enjoyed this benefit, I should also bear the corresponding obligations. Are you right, Brother Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng was shocked, and then he realized that Aning was talking about the escape room murder case.

It turns out that the weapon they had never known the source was metal chopsticks that were polished into slender and sharp!

The coolness penetrated Chen Feng's limbs and bones, making him almost lose the strength to support him.

"...Submit yourself, Aning. No matter what the reason, killing is killing."

Aning's face suddenly changed, and Shuli's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a distorted and vicious look, like a demon who chose someone to eat.

"You are the one who is least qualified to say this! A coward who only knows how to escape reality!"

Chen Feng's face turned pale and he stumbled back several steps.

Aning's questioning is still coming:

"Did you forget that I begged you to take me away?"

"But why did you refuse me? You watched me be taken away by those demons but did nothing!"

"You are so indifferent bystanders and those executioners! You should die with them!"

The stern questioning was like a heavy hammer hitting Chen Feng's heart, causing him to retreat to fall to the ground.

Aning approached her step by step, and the gloomy and low sky curtain was her background color.

She looked at Chen Feng from a high place, and the resentment between her eyebrows and eyes was the knife that stabbed him.

"Wait, I won't let go of the people from back then...one of them."

She pursed her red lips tightly, and finally glanced at Chen Feng coldly, turned around and left.

The rain did not stop, but instead fell even harder.

Aning was like a sharp blade of revenge, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and continuing to embark on her path of killing.

Her facial emotions gradually calmed down, neither the excitement and excitement of killing the demon with the help of Chen Feng, nor the excitement and excitement that others would think of.
Chapter completed!