Chapter Sixty-Nine Is You Losing A Black Shadow with a Hat Shuttles Through the Hallways of the Building.

By the dim light, it moved.

Is this the kid's studio?

Cui Chengguo, who was hidden under the mask, smiled, with a little evil intent.

Check the gloves on your hands again and take a deep breath.

The door was not locked, but with a slight twist, Cui Chengguo opened the door.

The hateful boy is so lucky, Cui Chengguo snorted.

There is such a good recording studio.

He even saw the latest recording equipment.

Resist the urge to smash the fragile stereos around you, such a movement is too big.

Choi Sung-kook walked straight to the table and began to rummage.

On the cluttered table are songs that Oh Jae-young has completed or discarded.

Choi Sung-kook's smile was even more evil.

As a practitioner in the music industry, he quickly found the three most valuable sheets of paper among the many papers.

Two finished songs, and one finished three-quarters of the semi-finished product.

I don't want Wu Zairong to show him before, these are all new tunes that have not been registered.

These songs should be worth a lot of money.

The producer's salary is not low, of course.

Because of the songs, I got a lot of kickbacks, yes.

Because of the money, Cui Chengguo felt that he was already a successful person, and he lingered in nightclubs every day.

However, the cost in Qingtan Cave is like a bottomless pit, swallowing all his money, and there is nothing left.

Back to the boring life before?

Cui Chengguo can't do it even if he dies.

Carefully hide the three pieces of paper in the inner pocket of your shirt and put on your coat.

Is that the end of it?

Of course not.

Boy, I said I was going to get revenge.

Open the drawer.

Oh roar, look what I found.

A recent songbook, and photocopies of some of the songs.

These can't be sold for money, Cui Chengguo knows.

But

You're out of luck, idiot.

I didn't even have time to put away something so important.

Looks like God is helping me.

Trying to easily enter a musician's recording studio and get a songbook that should have been locked in a safe is really a dream under normal circumstances.

But today is different.

Receive an urgent notice that you can't refuse.

I hurried out of the studio.

Even the door was closed with the help of the cleaners.

This situation happened to be known to me again.

Choi Sung-kook tore off every page of the songbook and put it in the shredder.

It seems that this does not solve the hatred.

also pretended to be the expression of the protagonist of the TV series, raised his hand handsomely, and provoked Wu Zairong's photo.

The shredder was running fast, and the songbook containing the painstaking effort became powder.

Of course, the copies can't be forgotten, and Choi Sung-kook stuffed them into it.

You'd better pray that you made a demo yourself.

Otherwise, there will be nothing left, and there will be no powder.

Thinking that Oh Jae-young was in pain because of this, Choi Sung-kook's expression was extremely hideous because of excitement.

Of course, the draft won't leave you with either.

The shredder is running at a rapid pace.

The lighting is dim, and it is impossible to get a clear picture of yourself.

With a peaked cap, he guaranteed the secret of his face.

There are also gloves on the hands, which have absolutely no possibility of leaving fingerprints.

Friends who have made an appointment to hang out with can make an alibi for themselves.

Even the coat was just picked up from the outside, not my own style.

It's simply,

The green tendons on his face just stood out one by one.

That's the perfect crime.

Hahahahaha

It's you who lose, dog mongrel.

Darkness thus contains all evil.

Perhaps, in a corner, there is also a pair of eyes that quietly watch all this happen.

PS (Next chapter, Oh Jae-young's counterattack moment?) ）