Coming out of the venue, Leng Xiaotai took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot. Seat belts, ignition, let go of the handbrake, the phone rings.

He unhurriedly poured the car out of the parking space, and then slowly picked up the bluetooth, "Hey." ”

"Yes." The other side lazily spoke.

As soon as he heard the other party's voice, Leng Xiaotai suddenly came to his senses, "It turns out that you are still alive!" ”

On the other end of the phone is Leng Xiaotai's old friend from high school, named Yes Me. As the name suggests, he has a deep middle and second disease, a low-key pretending to be a criminal, and there is a force of arrogance and indifference and laziness all over his body. For example, now, it was obvious that he was calling to care about Leng Xiaotai, but he still looked like he was ignoring, "En." ”

Leng Xiaotai had long been accustomed to my temperament, and he was excited to himself, "I haven't heard from you for two months, I thought you were dead again." What, call me and care about me? ”

It was I who yawned and ignored it.

Leng Xiaotai pursed his lips and teased without being salty, "Daughter-in-law, you are too uncute"

Among my friends, Leng Xiaotai is the least afraid of death, only he dares to tease him so grandiosely, and I have long been used to such a cold Xiaotai. The other end of the phone was obviously in public, and soon, Leng Xiaotai heard a warm-hearted male voice complaining, "It's me, why are you like this, the beauty just lost her job, you can't comfort it!" As he spoke, the phone was snatched away by the man, and then the conversation cut to the point, "Brother Tai, are you okay?" ”

"Me?" Leng Xiaotai turned right and said lightly, "Unemployed." ”

It has been a while since the press conference ended, and the first-hand news had already been released through the guò online platform. High school classmates called at this time, presumably because they saw the news of his withdrawal from the entertainment industry.

The other end of the phone sneered, what do you say Brother Tai, you are really a god, you were born with a black physique, do you know what the hot news is now?

Leng Xiaotai focused on driving without squinting, and replied without thinking, "Leng stepped off the stage and didn't take off his headphones to play a big name, and his curtain call speech was only three words - so angry." ”

"Hahaha,," the other end laughed, "You didn't mean it?" ”

"It's not."

There was once an insider who commented on Leng Xiaotai, straightforward, heartless, always let go of himself when he was unexpected, he didn't have to pick and choose to be a friend, and it was too difficult to do his public relations.

Oh, that's what his PR said.

"Brother Tai, you can, I think you should be liked in the circle. Something happens to other celebrities, as long as his public relations team touches a porcelain here, everyone will be on fire with you, with you, how clean the Weibo of celebrity friends is, full of laughter. Media friends should like you more, how many people specially registered a trumpet to scold you? The newsstand downstairs says that as long as you are a moth, the newspaper will sell very well! ”

On the side was I echoed, "Face T, traffic treasure." ”

"Shi Liang, are you here to comfort me?!" Leng Xiaotai blew up, "Are you two still not friends?" ”

The man's tone changed and changed back to that warm-hearted pretense, "Beauty, do you still need comfort?" ”

"I beg you to comfort me." Leng Xiaotai couldn't cry or laugh, "How did I know you two such a bad thing" carelessly!

Shi Liang chuckled and regained his positive color, "Seriously, you come to live with me tonight, there must be reporters squatting near your house, why don't you avoid it?" ”

Shi Liang knew that with Leng Xiaotai's character, when he was down, he would not accept the care of others lightly. However, he and I are the exceptions, after all, they are the best brothers.

"No, you don't." The press conference was located in the newly built hotel under Xichu, the hotel was built in the middle of the mountain, and Leng Xiaotai's car made a beautiful turn on the ring road, "They can shoot if they want to, it's all at this time, I don't care at all." ”

After Leng Xiaotai finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned.

"Shiliang"

"What's wrong?"

"My brakes are broken" Leng Xiaotai stepped on the brakes twice more, and the speed of the car did not decrease at all. The road was gentle, and he didn't pay attention until he wanted to slow down when he just turned, and then he realized that there was something wrong with his car.

Someone got your hands and feet?! Shi Liang reacted quickly and reassured, "Don't panic, see if there is a buffer section for emergency braking on the side of the road!" ”

There are many curves in the vicinity, Leng Xiaotai was forced to drive at high speed, and it was another sharp turn, and he saw a car parked not far ahead. There was no public toilet in the vicinity, and it seemed that the child in the car was in urgent need of urine, so the young woman took the child and got out of the car to relieve her hands at the rock. Unexpectedly, the hydrogen balloon in the child's hand suddenly came out of his hand, and the child ran with the balloon to the middle of the road!

"Brothers, I'm done." Leng Xiaotai smiled bitterly, and his voice was a little hoarse from nervous to lax. A qiē happened between the electric light and flint, Leng Xiaotai was not an instinctive reaction, he knew very well that his right side was a cliff, but he still hit the wheel to the right without hesitation in order to avoid the child who rushed to the front of the car.

"You're dead."

When Leng Xiaotai opened his eyes, he heard such a sentence. It was a little cold all around, and he sat up in confusion and looked around at the gloomy surroundings. He sat on an iron bed with the refrigerators on either side humming. The moonlight shone in through the window behind him, imprinting a slender figure on the ground.

"This is the morgue." The man behind him continued.

Leng Xiaotai turned around and sat on the windowsill alone, the moonlight edged him, and he couldn't see his face clearly, "Are you?" ”

Kara, the light control button in the corner of the wall was lifted open by an invisible force, the dilapidated lamp flickered and flashed, and the room was covered with a bleak white. Leng Xiaotai felt that the wattage of the lamp was a little low, and the resolution of the field of vision was so low that he was dizzy. In front of him was a dark-haired man, about his own age. For some reason, this face made me feel familiar, but I couldn't call his name.

"Do we know each other?" Leng Xiaotai asked, he tried hard to retrieve his memory, but found that his memory was so potholed that it couldn't be connected.

"When I resurrected you, I found that you seemed to have forgotten many people or things that made you happy." The man's voice was cold and low, and a little lazy.

"Make me happy" Leng Xiaotai was stunned, he did lose some memories, but he remembered clearly those people or things that made him resentful and sorry, such as Li Yuan, such as Min Huan.

"Found when you reorganize your soul. I'm also curious, why do you forget the people who make you happy, and only remember the things that make you depressed" Seeing Leng Xiaotai's dazed expression, the black-haired man seemed to be full of compassion, and decided to open Chrysostom and explain more to this troubled man, "Your car fell off the cliff, you hit your head, and you died on the spot." Since there is no family member to claim it, the doctor will put you in the refrigerator for the time being. ”

Leng Xiaotai looked at the spotless clothes on his body, and touched his intact face again. There was not a trace of pain in his body, and the young blood pump was still pounding in his chest, "You resurrected me?" He thought of the light that had just turned on automatically, "Are you the Grim Reaper?" ”

When the words fell, the lamp flickered again, adding a little weirdness. Unexpectedly, the man tilted his head, leaned against the window frame, and yawned. This untimely yawn broke the original mysterious atmosphere in an instant, and Leng Xiaotai suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief - this Grim Reaper is not too cold.

In this delicate atmosphere, Leng Xiaotai and the Grim Reaper warmly started a homely affair, and the Grim Reaper asked lazily, how did you die while you were so young?

Leng Xiaotai shook his head and sighed, eh, you can't always live, you have to have the courage to try something new.

The Grim Reaper criticized, your little comrade's thinking is too improper, it's better to be alive, and I'm not trying to resurrect people so that anyone can run out in the middle of the night.

Leng Xiaotai hurriedly lost his smile, I'm sorry, I made you work overtime at night.

The myth of death suddenly cut to the chase, "I am not the god of death, but in the realm of human understanding, I can indeed be called a god." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open. Leng Xiaotai instinctively jumped off the iron bed. He watched blankly as two paramedics carried a corpse onto the iron bed on which he had laid, as if completely oblivious to his presence with the black-haired man.

The man who claimed to be a god lazily explained, "I changed the trajectory of light and sound waves, and they couldn't notice us"

"Yes." Leng Xiaotai responded inadvertently, his attention completely attracted by the corpse on the bed. If he wasn't mistaken just now, this man seems to be

The two officers covered the corpse with a white cloth and said, "Eh, the two guys who came here today are both young men." "Yes, the last one was a car accident, and I heard from the autopsy that this one committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills." "Huh? It's a shame. As he spoke, he walked to the door, "Huh? Didn't you turn off the lights when we left just now? The other shook his head blankly and casually turned off the light. The two pushed the door out, and there were only two living people left in the room, Leng Xiaotai and the black-haired man.

The moment the door was closed, Leng Xiaotai lifted the white cloth on the corpse. His conjectures were so terrible that he didn't care about etiquette. Leng Xiaotai was stunned by the bloodless face in front of him, and he couldn't believe it, and reached out to grab the corpse's trouser leg - there was a string of delicate tattoos on his right ankle that looked like vines climbing.

"Min Min Hwan"

When the brakes failed, he didn't panic; When he drove out of the fence, he didn't panic; When he woke up in this cold morgue, he didn't panic. But at this moment, when Leng Xiaotai saw the body of his friend Min Huan, he really fell into great fear and stunned.

"Why," he muttered distractedly, "why did Min Wan die?" ”

The dark-haired man shrugged, "Those two said they were committing suicide just now. ”

"Impossible!" Leng Xiaotai excitedly denied, "It's impossible that he finally survived his debut, he must have been forced"

In those years, the days of being a trainee were hard and boring, that is, Min Huan stayed up late at night with him in the practice room, drinking cold water and eating bread for three whole years. Min Huan sang well, and on the night he learned that Min Huan was designated as the lead singer of BTW, Leng Xiaotai also invited Min Huan to rub a hot pot. He really hoped that this friend could shine in the stars, but he didn't expect that it was himself who ruined him in the end.

Early that morning, he received a call asking him to participate in the shooting of BTW's debut makeup photos. Instead of being excited, he was apprehensive. Along the way, the people in the company pointed and pointed, 'It's so ugly to eat, isn't he the best relationship with Min Huan, even his friends are pitted' 'Min Huan is so miserable, half of the album was recorded and was replaced on the spot' 'Who changed it?' Li Yuanbei, the big proprietor of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, his relationship with Leng Xiaotai is definitely not clean', the gossip behind him confirmed the conjecture that made him uneasy, he was not angry, he was sad. In the end, he found Min Huan in the practice room, Min Huan was squatting on the ground sorting out the microphone cable, looked up and smiled at him, "Why didn't you take makeup photos?" Leng Xiaotai still remembers that Min Huan didn't cry that day, but he cried.

"Since you are a god, are you omnipotent?" Leng Xiaotai pointed at Min Huan blankly, "Did you save him?" ”

"I said, I'm not going to save everyone."

"Please?"

"Nope."

Leng Xiaotai lowered his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, there was the ash under his eyes after the anger burned out. Almost overnight, he became infamous and quit the entertainment industry with hatred. He didn't know who had moved his car, why he had been killed, and why his friend had committed suicide. Pain, anger, incomprehension, grief, these feelings are all shrouded in greater fear. The tattoo on Min Huan's ankle is also found in Leng Xiaotai, which is related to an unspeakable life experience, deformed and distorted, and he has never mentioned it to anyone. And at this time, it was this life experience that made Leng Xiaotai determined this conspiracy, he wanted to know who wanted to murder him, who forced Min Huan to death, even if he re-entered the tiger's den.

"I can help you." The man sitting on the windowsill looked down and took Leng Xiaotai's thoughts into his eyes, "I can temporarily replace the number of this corpse with yours, so that the world thinks that you are dead and Min Huan is still alive." When you find the answer you want, I'll restore it as before. With that, the man jumped down from the windowsill and raised his hand to touch Leng Xiaotai's earlobe. Leng Xiaotai only felt a tingling pain, and the man forced an ear stud into it, "This stud is for you, you can switch between you and Min Huan's appearance and timbre at will." ”

The moonlight dyed the already dark interior with a cold tone, Leng Xiaotai's eyes had a color commensurate with the moonlight, he looked at the man in front of him, the cold light hit the man's cheek, "Why are you helping me, who are you?" ”

The man's eyes were curled, as if he was smiling, "My name is me, and we are friends." ”