Black Moonlight Crazy Criticism of the Vicious Female Supporting Awakens

There is no such thing as an impenetrable wall in this world.

Criminal investigation technology has developed rapidly in recent years. As long as the police continue to investigate, they will find out the truth sooner or later.

Jiang Deng was silent for a long time, then he came to his senses, smiled, and slowly slid to the ground. He hugged his legs tightly with his arms and buried his head in his arms, in a completely defensive posture.

Tangyuan didn't understand what was going on. Seeing her sit down on the floor, he ran out of the doghouse to her side and asked Jiang Deng to touch it.

But Jiang Deng completely ignored the glutinous rice balls.

"Mom, I found the source of the message, it's Wen Taotao, the person involved in the incident." Xiaobai's underlying logic requires it to abide by the law.

The law is the bottom line.

and so……

"Mom, does Dad's death have anything to do with you?" Xiaobai asked her with a serious expression.

If not, it will help her clear up the rumors.

When Jiang Deng heard this, he raised his head abruptly, narrowed his eyes, and revealed an ugly expression with a fake smile:

【right. 】

[It has something to do with me. I planned to kill him.]

[What? Xiaobai, you want to avenge him and send me to the police? ]

Based on Jiang Deng's micro-expressions, Xiaobai quickly analyzed that she was not lying.

Xiaobai's brain froze instantly.

All the patterns on the electronic screen disappeared and turned blank.

A second later it returned to normal, tangled.

Because the ginger lamp is also in its underlying logic, and its priority is far higher than others.

Zhou Wu's requirements for it are:

Protect the ginger lamp.

In fact, according to logic, it should not be entangled and should protect the ginger lamp without hesitation.

However, the person Jiang Deng murdered was Zhou Wu.

It is his Creator.

Xiaobai struggled for a minute, and finally, the underlying logic prevailed.

Xiaobai said:

"No, Mom, I will protect you."

"Dad wants me to protect you."

Jiang Deng's expression froze, his smile disappeared, and he was stunned for a second:

【I do not need. 】

Jiang Deng stood up, drove Xiaobai and Tangyuan out of the dance room, and continued choreographing.

At the same time, the rumors on the Internet reached the ears of Zhou's parents, and the Zhou family soon joined the Jiang family in asking the police to reinvestigate several cases from that year.

Under Jiang Deng’s account, the comment sections of the two new dance videos are already filled with curses.

Jiang Deng stopped traveling and devoted herself to choreographing her new dance in the dance studio:

"Puppet with Broken Strings".

An aerial dance performed with the help of wirework.

The puppet is dressed in red, as bright as fire.

She was hung by countless black silk threads. She swayed back and forth in the air and rolled repeatedly on the floor, up and down, left and right. She jumped up with all her might and bounced back repeatedly, trying to break free from the threads, but failed every time.

But the puppet never gave up.

Until one moment, a thread finally broke under the heavy weight.

For the first time, there was light in the puppet's eyes.

Then the second one, the third one...

At last.

The moment all the black threads broke, the puppet's eyes sparkled with tears and she shed two lines of tears. She leaped high into the sky and danced happily and lightly in mid-air.

The puppet was cut off and finally freed.

This was her last dance.

Jiang Deng wiped all the tears from his face, recorded the video, and after confirming that it was correct, he clicked upload and published.

Then, without further ado, they packed up Tangyuan and Xiaobai and sent them to Li Zhennan's residence by plane.

It's a nice weather outside.

Jiang Deng walked to the balcony to bask in the sun for a while, feeling a little regretful.

Unfortunately, she can no longer travel around the world.

So be it.

Life ends here.

Jiang Deng returned to the bedroom, pulled the thick curtains and climbed onto the bed.

……

With the joint efforts of Zhou and Jiang's families, the Syracuse Police Department restarted the investigation process. After failing to contact Jiang Deng, they cooperated with the foreign police station where Jiang Deng was located and dispatched two police officers to the home for questioning that night.

There was no answer when I knocked on the door.

The whole room was pitch black.

After the door was forced open from the outside, two police officers came to the bedroom, turned on the light, and immediately couldn't help but gasp.

Huge double bed.

Black, red and white.

The contrast is extremely sharp, stimulating the vision at first glance.

The young woman lay quietly on the bed, her hands folded on her chest, her face sleeping peacefully.

She had long, thick, black curly hair and was wearing a bright red silk dance dress that was longer than her ankles. Beneath her was a pure white, spotless bed sheet.

There was not a single blemish on her cold white skin, and her facial features were extremely delicate.

She is stunningly beautiful.

Like Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale.

No.

It should be said that it is more like an extremely gorgeous and dazzling flower that blooms and then withers.

The police officer near the bed was the first to react. He walked over carefully and saw a half-cup of water and...

An empty bottle of sleeping pills.

……

the other side.

Wen Taotao was attacked by unknown gangsters in the villa and was shot in the left chest, killing her on the spot.

……

Jiang Deng is dead.

She should be dead.

I didn’t make it to the age of 27 in my previous life, and I didn’t make it to the end of the novel.

Can she be resurrected?

Jiang Deng didn’t know.

She just felt very tired, she couldn't move at all, and her consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"clang--"

A distant and ethereal bell sound came from nowhere, floating in the air and echoing endlessly, as if it crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and drilled into the eardrums.

"Donor, it's time to wake up."

Chaos and darkness suddenly shattered.

slam-la-

Fragments fell and light shone in.

Jiang Deng's consciousness came back to light.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The wrinkled and smiling face of the non-mainstream old man came into Jiang Deng's sight.

Jiang Deng blinked.

Isn't she... already dead?

Are there fortune tellers in hell?

"Get up, benefactor, you are not dead." The master stroked the small tuft of white beard on his chin and said calmly, "You just had a dream."

"Precognitive dream."

The Master was out of her sight.

Jiang Deng was completely awake. He held his pounding forehead, sat up straight, and looked around.

It was the master's familiar reception room.

There was just an extra bed in the middle.

Jiang Deng is on this bed right now.

The master sat on the sofa not far away, poured her a cup of tea, and spread his palm towards her, motioning her to sit down.

Jiang Deng's mind was in a mess. He shook his head, got out of bed and sat opposite the master.

【what happened? 】

Her hair color was vaguely reflected in the tea, still a gradient of red and blue.

Jiang Deng looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

It wasn't the red dress she was wearing before she died.

……

That day.

After Jiang Deng forced Zhou Wu away from Yu Town, Zhou Wu returned to Xue City in a daze and asked to meet the master.

"Master, I beg you, can you think of another way to save Ah Yu..."

"She can't go on like this, she can't hold on..."

Zhou Wu rushed in like a madman, covered in blood. Halfway through his words, his eyes were already filled with tears.