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I leaned back stiffly, and he shook the red wine in the glass and looked at me with a smile.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Really?" He chuckled, staring at me sharply. "Your friends may not think so..."

"What exactly are you trying to say"

He didn't say a word, but pointed his finger at me. I was a little uneasy, and followed him to the backyard of some people.

"Hehe, don't make it so serious, I just remind you."

My brain couldn't react a bit, and I couldn't see his expression under the reflection.

"You guys are really good. Not only did you go in, but you also messed up the situation of the second leader of the gang, huh?" He habitually held up his glasses, and said meaningfully, "He's not easy to deal with."

"How did you know"

"Don't worry about it," he looked at me with narrow eyes, "but it's over, you'd better be more careful next time."

"It's over?"

"It's settled."

"Thank you..." I was a little stunned, "Then, my friend..." They should be fine.

"I can protect you because you are my nephew, but it doesn't mean that I can protect them too." He paused. "However, this is not an example."

I was somehow relieved to hear him say that...

"Do you want to earn some extra money during the holidays?"

"?"

"As a condition for helping you, just do a short-term job with me as a reward, how about it?"

I thought about it and nodded.

"When?"

"Come whenever you are free."

Afterwards, I sighed, there is still no free lunch in the world, no matter how you put it, as long as everyone is fine...

In the days that followed, I would go to his place to do part-time jobs on Saturdays and Sundays. It would be better to say that I went to his house as a guest in disguise.The office is where he lives. Although there is only one room and one living room, it is very spacious. The tone of the whole room is silver-gray, and the interior design is modern with high grade... Although it is elegant, it is not at all popular.

Every time besides helping him to copy materials, he just watched TV with nothing to do.

"Do you like watching horror movies?"

I was looking at the innocence, but he was standing by my side at some point.I nodded.

"Don't you feel scared?"

"Why be afraid."

"Don't you think it's disgusting?"

I was secretly upset about what he was trying to say.

"I mean, don't you think those harmful guys in it are hateful and dirty?"

"Well, you can't say that... Maybe everyone has their own ideas, but they are different."

"Interesting, can you be more specific?"

I pondered for a while, and said, "Just like the movie I watched, people fear and cast aside that murderous ghost. They don't know that those people who were killed by him either bullied him before he was alive, or indirectly caused him to die. The black hand of his death" I thought for a while, "Fundamentally speaking, there is no right or wrong, no one is wrong, it's just that everyone has different beliefs."

He didn't seem to expect me to say that. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered, but he remained silent. After a while, he walked into the room and took out something. It seemed to be a video?I saw him stop the video, put the tape in, and then sat next to me, staring at the video engrossed.

The footage is very old, a little blurry, and the camera shakes a little, but you can still get a rough idea.It seems to be telling a story about a luxurious noble family who died unexpectedly during the meal. There is no sound in the whole scene, but judging from the process of their death, it can be judged that the screams should be tragic.

"Then do you think the murderer in this play is hateful and dirty?"

"He didn't play at all." I frowned.

"Yes, but you didn't notice."

"..." I could see very clearly that the murderer did not show up from the beginning to the end, but he said yes, did he miss something? "I still stick to what I just said."

"I can't even see the murderer, so I'm sure." He said sarcastically.

"Although I can't find the murderer inside, and I don't know what his motive for killing is, but sometimes what we see and hear may not be the truth, and most people's perceptions are not necessarily true. Correct, before the murderer actually appears, it is impossible to determine who is right and who is wrong. His absence can only show that he has suffered no less pain than those who died... Maybe the original intention is the story itself "I sighed, "Or maybe, that person is actually worse than death."

"Maybe, is it?" He was silent for a long time, I turned my head and saw him looking at me, there seemed to be an unknown light flashing in his eyes for a moment, before I could see it clearly, he smiled, "Life is better than death... It's really useful It's quite appropriate." It was a smile from the heart, and it seemed that the whole person was much more refreshed, and there was no longer such a gloomy atmosphere.

We had a great time chatting about everything about horror movies.

In fact, speaking of it, he can be regarded as a good elder, both a teacher and a friend.

But sometimes the truth is seen and the truth is forgotten.

It was a long time later that I saw things clearly.