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The winter city of Hong Kong has just entered the new year.Pedestrians are in a hurry, bustling like ants passing by.

Today's morning news is being broadcast on the big screen in the commercial street that stands still.Pedestrians and cars honked to cover the anchor's voice, but there were still two or three idlers who stopped to watch.

"According to reports, the former movie star Lu Yuxing was found to have committed suicide at home this morning. His career has suffered repeated setbacks behind the scenes, and he has been involved in scandals with many artists. He is suspected of giving up his life because of hardship. Yes, it seems to be cohabiting with someone..."

The private street five kilometers away was already surrounded by police cars and reporters.

The front of the sunless villa was cordoned off, and uniformed policemen came in and out.The reporters pushed and shoved outside the yellow line, and the flashes kept flashing on the police officers and the scene in the window.

"Sir! Can we go in and have a look?"

"What's the situation inside now? Did Lu Yuxing really commit suicide out of love? This incident has nothing to do with..."

"Hey! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

Everyone was stopped by the police officers maintaining order. This scene was as lively as when Lu Yuxing was popular a few years ago.

The police leading the team were almost driven mad by the noise from the reporters outside.Annoyed, he took off his hat and touched his bald head.

"Isn't this guy out of breath? Why are there still reporters here to stir up the heat? It's really..."

He stood at the door with his hips akimbo, closed the door with a "bang", turned around and walked to the bedroom where the incident happened.

"What's up?" the bald head asked angrily.

A policeman ran in rashly from outside the villa.The young man's face was covered with sweat, and his rubber-gloved hands were tightly squeezed together.

"Sir," he seemed to have seen a ghost, "The test we did just now has the result. The blood on this bed...is from two people."

"Two people?" The bald policeman leading the team stared like a toad, "Are you right?"

He rushed to the bed in three steps and two steps. The former actor who was incomparably beautiful was lying on his side quietly, wearing a dark bathrobe.

Lu Yuxing's face is more angular than it looks on the screen, and the corners of his deep eyes are slightly raised.Three-dimensional facial features, thin lips and sword eyebrows, if not for the pale complexion and sunken cheeks, it would look more like a sound sleep.

The bald head walked in a little bit, and saw a hideous wound on his slightly bent left wrist.The blood trickled down the arm muscles and stained the white sheet red, and the whole bedroom was filled with the lingering smell of blood.

Although the bald head is a fool, he has been in the police force for more than 20 years and has rich experience.Such a weird suicidal posture and the messy folds on the bed were like a nail that slammed into his head.

Lu Yuxing's posture seemed to be holding another person in his arms.

Martyrdom?

—And what about another dead man?

For no reason, as if a basin of cold water was pouring down, the bald head shivered.He waved his hands in a panic and called his subordinates, "Take a picture, take a picture of the whole bed."

The subordinates didn't know what he was going to do, but they did it tremblingly.

The cold flash illuminated Lu Yuxing's bloodless face even paler.Accompanied by the crisp "click" sound, the white light disappeared in a flash.