Late at night, outside Lu Huaisheng's villa, the autumn breeze was bleak.

The moment it blows, it makes people feel the biting cold air.

Many years ago, the famous writer Lu Huaisheng was exposed to the history of murder, and this news shocked everyone, and people didn't expect that such a gentle writer was actually a murderer.

Everyone sighed.

Lu Huaisheng was taken away by the police, and the villa used to open the prisoner was deserted.

"Brother Biao, you said that this is really the villa of that criminal Lu Huaisheng? Why does it look so terrifying? I'm a little scared. ”

I saw a man emerge from the woods and speak to the fierce-looking man behind him.

"That's right, it's Lu Huaisheng's home, and he was arrested by the police from here. ”

Fu Biao squinted his eyes and knocked on the head of the nonsense in front of him and said.

"But Brother Biao, I just feel a little gloomy and look a little scary, why don't we go?"

Xiao Xing timidly pulled Fu Biao's clothes.

"How can you not go, you think about your own daughter-in-law, and think about your children in the future. ”

Fu Biao hated that iron could not become steel.

After Xiao Xing heard this, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay, go Brother Biao. ”

The two came to the villa together, Fu Biao looked at the things in front of him, and looked at the ventilation passage with some surprise.

"This great writer really knows how to play, look at this thing, if it hadn't been running for decades, it would have been abandoned a long time ago, or it would have been dead the moment we came in. ”

Fu Biao explained, and Xiao Xing quickly took his curious hand down when he heard it.

"Oh my God! This great writer is really good at playing, no wonder he killed so many people without being discovered. ”

Xiao Xing sighed heartily.

"Let's go, don't look at it. ”

Fu Biao stepped directly through the passage and came into the corridor.

"Brother Biao, why is there nothing here? This great writer can't be so poor, right? Don't you say that he is the richest writer in the world?"

Xiao Xing looked at the corridor around him with disgust, and asked with some doubts.

"I don't know, let's see. ”

Fu Biao stopped abruptly and stopped to look at a huge oil painting on the wall.

The painting depicts a beautiful woman lying naked in a sea of flowers, with a painful and relieved expression.

Fu Biao was stunned for a moment, why was this painting placed here?

"Brother Biao, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Xing followed behind Fu Biao and also saw the painting, and they were all shocked by the painting.

With a thud, they slammed into a hole beneath them that had appeared beneath them at some point.

Fu Biao touched his head with a headache, stood up from the ground, and was patting his clothes.

Xiao Xing's voice sounded in front of him: "Brother Biao, there are people here!"

Fu Biao raised his eyes and saw the ice coffin directly in front of him.

There was a woman inside, and it was clear that she was already dead.

But the amazing thing is that her face has not changed a little, and there is a feeling of lifelikeness.

I saw a lovely man lying in the ice coffin who seemed to be asleep, his eyes tightly closed.

With a pretty face and delicate facial features, it looks like a delicate Barbie doll.

If there is only one difference, it can only be the pale cheeks and bloodless lips.

"Brother Biao, here's a note. ”

Xiao Xing waved his hand and motioned for Fu Biao to come over.

Fu Biao saw the note in his hand and opened it curiously.

"Dear Jiaojiao,

Today is the day of our separation,

Do you know?

I actually fell in love with you very early,

Just as I love roses,

Your eyes,

I rejoice in all that you have,

Even love so much that I want to treasure it forever,

Jiaojiao,

I love you. ”

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Later, no one knew what was going on, those two people became very diligent, and no one knew what happened to them.

But the two of them knew it.

Hahaha.,Yesterday I said there was a change.,But no one said anything about the comment.,I didn't change it.,Make up for it today.。

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Otherwise, I don't feel like anyone is reading my book.

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