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Chapter 224 Good and Evil - The End (Fourth Update)
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"Xiao Gu, Zifeng, Teacher Pan has arrived too, come over and get acquainted."

At that moment, Chen Sicheng's voice rang out from not far away.

"Brother Sicheng is here."

Gu Qing responded with a polite nod to Zhang Zifeng and her daughter, then turned and left.

"Zifeng, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and catch up with your brother Gu Qing."

Zhang's mother pushed her daughter in a stroller.

"Mom, why aren't you following us?"

Zhang Zifeng has also entered her rebellious phase. "Didn't you used to completely distrust me filming alone?"

“Of course, I would protect you from those 34-year-old men, but your brother Gu Qing is only 20 years old, not much older than you. You're the same age, so of course I feel at ease.”

Zhang's mother explained.

"Ha, lying!"

Zhang Zifeng pursed his lips, seeing right through her, "You just think Gu Qing is popular, so you want me to ride on his coattails, right?"

"Then let's go home and stop filming."

When her daughter exposed Zhang's lie, Zhang's mother's face darkened, and she reached out to pull her away.

"No, no, the contract has already been signed, how can we not film it? We'll have to pay a penalty for breach of contract!"

Zhang Zifeng, no longer behaving like a little adult, fled in panic from his mother's clutches, then ran excitedly to the film set, following in Gu Qing's footsteps.

Gu Qing glanced back at the little tail following behind her, deliberately slowing her pace. When Zhang Zifeng walked in, she asked curiously, "Zifeng, how did you come up with the idea of ​​taking on the role of 'Si Nuo'?"

When he went to see it in the cinema back then, he was left with a considerable trauma after the ending of the film.

"Brother Gu Qing, I think Si Nuo is very interesting."

Zhang Zifeng looked up at him with a sweet smile, "As a young girl who lost both her parents, she knows how to use her wisdom to get out of danger. She's really amazing!"

"That's true."

Gu Qing thought back carefully and realized that these people really did not die unjustly.

Seeing that his ideas had been approved by Gu Qing, Zhang Zifeng smiled even more happily.

not far away,
Pan Yueming and Chen Sicheng were already standing together discussing the script.

Seeing Gu Qing and Zhang Zifeng arrive, Pan Yueming, whose face was now plump, still retained a hint of the scholarly air of Xu Xian in his youth, smiled gently and said, "Little Gu, it's an honor to meet you."

"Is this the little girl who plays Si Nuo? Hello, I'm Pan Yueming."

"Hello Uncle Pan, I'm Zhang Zifeng." Zhang Zifeng greeted him politely, his voice clear and earnest, befitting an actor.

"Hello, Teacher Pan."

Gu Qing released his hand and greeted him.

Chen Sicheng clapped his hands: "Alright, everyone's here. The last few scenes are key to revealing the mystery of the whole movie, and the interaction and tension between the three of you are crucial."

Teacher Pan, I have complete confidence in you. I'm sure you'll handle the complexity of the character Li and the sense of loss of control at the end.

Zifeng…”

He looked at the quiet, adorable little girl standing to the side, his eyes filled with a hint of hesitation. "Sinuo's last smile was the 'highlight' of the whole play. I want that feeling of being innocent yet hiding something chilling."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Even Chen Sicheng himself felt it was a bit difficult.

Zhang Zifeng nodded vigorously, his small face showing a focus beyond his years: "I understand, director."

She's a professional actress.

"Xiao Gu, you need to step up your game too. The final deduction will be your highlight."

Chen Sicheng patted Gu Qing's shoulder helplessly, "Don't look down on Zifeng just because she's younger than you. She's been acting for many years. Don't be careless. In terms of acting skills, you might still be the younger brother here."

Gu Qing: "..."

His acting wasn't that bad, was it?

In the days that followed,
The filming proceeded smoothly.

From a background perspective:
Sino is an orphan who was adopted by a foster father, but the foster father harbors a distorted love for him.

the cause of the incident,

Snow and his male classmate Dan are 'close friends', sharing similar plights. Dan also has a deformed father, Sonpa, who was also a robber in the previous gold heist.

I don't know why.
one day,
The sudden disappearance of 'Dan' is very likely orchestrated by 'Sinuo'.

This led Songpa, the father, to secretly investigate and track Sinu.

Fearing exposure that she had murdered Dan, Sino devised a plan to use someone else to do the killing.

During the crime:
Taking advantage of her adoptive father's habit of secretly reading her diary, Sino fabricated the story that she had been lured home by Songpa.

This was intended to provoke her adoptive father's anger and protective instincts, with the goal of using him to kill Songpa.
He also wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of his adoptive father who had ill intentions towards him, thus killing two birds with one stone and completing the final "perfect crime"!
The production team spent about a week filming Pan Yueming's 'Li' storyline, from his ending to his death.

After that, the crew wrapped up filming.
Now we come to the scene between 'Qin Feng' and 'Si Nuo'.

After solving the case,
Qin Feng and Tang Ren bid farewell to Ah Xiang, whose arm was injured, by car. The main duo laughed and headed to the airport.

On the way, Qin Feng saw a sign that looked very familiar.

I learned from Tang Ren that this is Mangu's signature fan-fiction bar.

He had seen this name in the newspaper at Songpa's house.

This made Qin Feng instantly overturn his previous judgment!
"Sinuo is lying!!"

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Gu Qing pushed open the hospital room door.

The afternoon sun slanted into the ward, and the girl in the pink hospital gown sat quietly on the bed, with an IV drip in her left hand and her right hand resting on a book spread out on the lazy table.

She lowered her head slightly, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, her profile was soft, and she was bathed in a halo of light, as pure as an angel who knew nothing of the world.

Gu Qing walked to the bedside, her gaze calm.
He clearly and calmly laid out his reasoning, which meticulously dissected and overturned all previous conclusions, ultimately pointing to her.

Every detail, every motive, every possibility of a lie being exposed was dissected with surgical precision before her.

The girl raised her head, her face expressionless, even showing just the right amount of confusion.

She curved her lips into a smile, revealing an extremely clean and pure one, and said in a clear voice, "Brother, I don't know what you're talking about."

Her smile was so innocent, so pure, that it almost made one believe she was just a poor girl caught up in an undeserved disaster.

As Gu Qing looked into her clear eyes, memories of her orphaned parents flashed through his mind, as did of her adoptive father who harbored a twisted love for her but ultimately met his demise, and of the unimaginable darkness she might have experienced.

A complex and heavy feeling of sympathy welled up in my heart like a tide.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the urge in his chest to tear the truth apart completely.

never mind…

He looked away, abandoning the idea of ​​exposing her at that moment.

The truth is already in his heart; whether it is made public or not seems less important.

He turned and stepped out of the hospital room, a space filled with both sunshine and lies.

Just as he stepped back to the door, his hand already on the doorknob—

The girl's carefree, even slightly cheerful and curious voice, like a feather, floated over and nestled into his ear:

"This book says,"

Her fingertip tapped on the pages, as if sharing an interesting discovery: "Individual lives differ, but the total amount of good and evil in the world remains constant. Everyone plays their own role from birth..."

Gu Qing's hand, which was resting on the doorknob, paused slightly.

"Some things are good, some things are evil." The girl's voice remained clear and bright, carrying a naive, philosophical tone. "And you, brother?"

The question made him turn around very slowly, preparing to answer this seemingly simple yet profound question.

However, when Gu Qing's gaze fell on the hospital bed again—

The sight that came into view made his pupils suddenly contract!
That face, which had just been as pure as an angel's, was now beaming with an incredibly radiant smile.

The smile widened even more than before, and his white teeth gleamed in the sunlight.

But those eyes!
Those eyes, which had just been filled with innocence and confusion, now resembled two bottomless, icy pools, cold and deep, devoid of any smile, only a knowing indifference, even tinged with mockery.

"the wicked…"

Zhang Zifeng held the book by the two corners with both hands, raising it slightly as if displaying a proud work, "Shouldn't I smile like this?"

In an instant, the sunlight in the ward seemed to lose its warmth.

The air freezes.

This is the girl's declaration, and also the cold and sharp fangs she reveals after tearing off her disguise.

Gu Qing regained his composure. Regarding the girl's sense of right and wrong, he walked over and folded another piece of white paper in half, placing it upright on the table.

This was his answer.

Gu Qing stopped looking at the girl's reaction, turned around, and strode out of the ward without any hesitation.

The door closed gently behind him, shutting out the space where sunlight and cold intertwined.

In the ward.

The girl slightly raised her eyelids, her gaze falling on the folded, upright white paper, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes.

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards very subtly, forming an elusive arc, a smile that was neither quite a smile nor a frown.

Her gaze pierced through the door, as if locking onto the tall, departing figure.

In the depths of those eyes, there was no anger, no frustration; rather, it was as if a hunter had spotted a prey of equal strength.

It's like a chess player encountering a worthy opponent, gleaming with a cold, intriguing light.

In the silent air, her unspoken whisper seemed to echo:
"We...will meet again."

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(End of this chapter)