Zhang Yueran and the human skin puppet controlled by the leather changer have already met each other, which is something that the staff in the hotel do not know.

Smoke filled the room, but no one cared.

Because most of the fans have been successfully controlled by Xiao Bo, and they have also given the order to attack.

Those female fans approached Fang Zhe one by one with hideous faces.

In this regard, Fang Zhe showed a sarcastic expression on his face.

From the bottom of his heart, he never thought about letting this group of fans survive.

At the very least, it is impossible for all of them to survive safely.

What the order of the Ninth Branch, what innocent people, in his eyes, are all a fart.

He knew that the Anomalous Crime Bureau was not clean before, but because it didn't affect him, he didn't take it seriously.

But a while ago, the ghost bride who was supposed to be locked up in the shelter suddenly appeared in front of him and broke one of his arms, although it was treated, it also led to the appearance of Jiang Xiaona's personality.

This loser has spent all his savings, of course, the money has been doubled, but it has also made him a woman for so long.

This account, this hatred, is also remembered in my heart.

Since the headquarters is unkind, then don't blame yourself for being unjust.

He knew that this group of fans would not be guilty of death, but they were all controlled by the enemy, could it be that for their lives, he tied his hands and let others slaughter them?

Then his life is not his life?

You have to fight back.

He thinks that he is out of control, so he should do something to show that he is a person who is out of control, right?

If you don't kill a few people and don't do something, that's called a runaway person?

Then he called it a Chihuahua.

People who are out of control are crazy, crazy people, they should do what they want, crazy things.

Anyway, it's legitimate defense, which can not only justify the name, but also be able to sing against the headquarters, so why not?

You can't defend yourself, and you'll be punished by the headquarters, right?

After that, who still dared to go out on a mission, once he met a runaway person who could brainwash and hypnotize and control the innocent people, wouldn't he donate his name in vain.

Therefore, when Fang Zhe successfully knocked down a female fan, Xiao Bo on the main stage panicked.

He had thought that the people in the processing bureau would put the safety of the people first like normal institutions, and they should be restrained because they did not dare to attack the innocent people.

But he never expected that the other party would be so decisive.

No, or even to say, it's like it's been planned a long time ago, but expects the other party to do it first.

In this way, Xiao Bo can't accept it, not because he has feelings for these fans, but because these fans are old fans, and they are also people who can perfectly control their own abilities after a certain period of time.

If all of them died, he would have suffered a lot of losses.

Xiao Bo knew that the leather changer would definitely come to save him, which meant that he could escape, and he only needed to change the handsome skin bag in the future and start over.

But to start again, you need this group of fans, and you need this group of fans to drive his popularity and help him publicize.

So, the order was given again, so that his fans stayed away from Fang Zhe.

"Jiang Xiaona, although I am a runaway person, I haven't done anything hurtful, I just want to be popular, I want to get ahead, what's wrong with me! You don't have to kill them all, I can give you money, and I can even give it to you myself, just ask you to let me go, I promise to disappear without a trace. ”

Xiao Bo played an emotional card, even if the words were inconsistent, he still said it sincerely.

Of course, only that sentence is sincere to give yourself to the other party.

Fang Zhe laughed, laughing loudly, a bit like a prank that had succeeded.

He continued to pinch his throat and said in a feminine voice, "I heard that everyone has a color related to their personality, what color do you think you will be?" ”

Unrelated topics were suddenly said by the other party, and Xiao Bo was a little confused.

He was stunned for a moment, and then replied very seriously: "I think I am gray, although it is not glorious, but it is not completely dark. ”

Fang Zhe shook his head, he first ripped off the already uncomfortable wig hood, and then reached out and wiped his lipstick with his sleeve.

Cai mocked: "No, you are Lese." ”

A slightly magnetic male voice spoke in the form of a man.

Xiao Bo's eyes widened on the main stage, and the fury in his heart caused the bruises on his neck to appear.

He clutched his hands tightly, his nails sinking into his palms, but he didn't feel pain.

Because his heart hurts even more at the moment!

I paid what I really liked, and I always thought about it, it turned out to be a man! Male!

Forget about the man, but the problem is that Xiao Bo suddenly realized that he had a moment, only a moment, and he actually had the idea that as long as it was him, even if it was a man, it didn't matter.

This is what makes him the most angry and excited.

It's like taking off his pants in front of someone else in public, and he still feels a little cold and his heart is flying.

It's cheap!

Xiao Bo was so angry that he threw the microphone in his hand on the ground, and the noise stayed in the whole room for a short time, causing the group of fans to cover their ears one after another, and the consciousness of being controlled by others had traces of loosening.

At the same time, the closed door was finally opened.

Zheng Siming and Xu Jingjing appeared in the conference room one after the other.

The smoke naturally stopped, because they knew outside the door that there was an accident in the original plan.

"Me! I'll kill you! ”

Xiao Bo jumped down from the main stage and rushed directly at Fang Zhe.

His eyes were full of blood, and there was only Fang Zhe in his gaze.

All the female fans also followed Xiao Bo's order and moved their bodies.

For a while, Xu Jingjing and Zheng Siming were stopped by that group of people.

During this period, only a few male fans, after seeing the door open, slipped away faster than one another.

Xiao Bo now finally knows why it is useless to use his ability to charm that person from time to time, it is useless at all.

That's because the other party is a man at all.

Men can't be charmed.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, extreme anger replaced his already little reason, Xiao Bo no longer cared about any fans, what was popular or not, he just wanted to kill this person who played with his feelings.

Man.

Fang Zhe sneered, only to see his eyebrows and eyes become indifferent, and his hair was quickly replaced by red.

The right hand is stretched out and touches the opponent's body.

The two passed by.

Xia Ran's personality came and retreated, in less than three seconds.

Xiao Bo collapsed to the ground weakly, and he found that the skin on his body began to fester, decay on a large scale.

It was a dead human skin that was taken from a living person, and the speed of decay was naturally much faster than the normal speed of the flesh.

After the skin cavity decayed, Xiao Bo's visible blood vessels, and his red body, was also eroded by gray-yellow on a large scale.

He knelt on the ground and watched his arms change, smiling a little self-deprecatingly.

In my mind, I suddenly recalled the scene of being a trainee in those years.

At that time, there was light, dreams, and longings in my eyes.

At that time, I was extremely happy to see the first fan's message on the Internet, and the support of the first fan.

At that time, when I looked in the mirror, I could stinky and smile beautifully.

At that time, I could go to the food stalls to eat and go to the street stalls to with my former good buddies and good brothers, regardless of my image, and I didn't have to worry about the paparazzi secretly taking pictures, and I didn't have to care about my words and deeds!

Since when did this road change its flavor?

From when, in my eyes, there is only fame and fortune, only how to increase exposure, and there is only a dead silence.

Since when did all the actions of fans feel that they should be done and that they must do so?

When I looked in the mirror, no matter how much I smiled, I felt that it was fake.

Since when did I deliberately keep my distance from those friends, afraid that they would ask me to borrow money, afraid that they would ask me for help?

Since when did I start to be hypocritical and polite only with famous and well-known people, until I became the kind of person I hated the most before the earliest.

Oh, fuck it.