My Sister is Fuji

The little girl reluctantly patted Director Zhao away and held her hand.

Director Zhao felt depressed, obviously I did better than him.He reached out to turn on the light, but noticed the light coming from the study at the end of the corridor.

Director Zhao stopped turning on the light, closed the door gently, and said to the little girl in a low voice, "Wait for me here." Standing on tiptoe, he walked to the study.

I usually don't go into the study, the door is always closed.

someone?A burglar broke into the house?

Director Zhao thought about it, and tiptoed to the door of the study.

The door of the study room was not closed, and light was shining through the crack of the door.

Director Zhao gently opened the door and poked his head in.

There was no one in the study, and there was a mirror on the desk.

Director Zhao approached and picked up the mirror.In the mirror, Su Mu's appearance was reflected around him.

"what?!"

The mirror fell on the table, and Director Zhao turned around and stepped back, startled.

Su Mu stared at Director Zhao, "You are not Director Zhao!" and noticed his intact hand.

Director Zhao shrank his left hand and pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about, I don't understand it."

Su Mu grabbed his left hand, broke off his left little finger, and asked forcefully, "Where is the real Director Zhao?"

"I am the real Director Zhao!" Director Zhao was sweating profusely from the pain.

"It's true that Director Zhao's left hand is broken, you're not Director Zhao." Su Mu said sharply, breaking his little finger even harder.

Director Zhao gritted his teeth, and said loudly without giving in: "Can you prove that the one who was with you before was the real Director Zhao?"

Su Mu stared blankly, looking at Director Zhao.

"Why?" Director Zhao said with red eyes, "Just because he has been with you for a while? Can you prove that he is not a fake?"

Su Mu pondered, and slowly let go of his hand. What he said did have some truth, and now is not the time to pursue these things.

Director Zhao quickly retracted and stared at Su Mu unhappily.

Su Mu looked at Director Zhao and said, "The leaf is dead."

Director Zhao's face changed drastically, and he insisted: "Then what does it matter to me?"

"You should know about the room, right?" Su Mu observed Director Zhao's expression.

The leaves are dead, and the room is now invalid, but the life created by the room before is still alive.

Director Zhao turned his back and said, "It has nothing to do with me, I don't want to care about those crap things!"

"You know, right!" Su Mu stared at him.

The other Su Mu didn't care so much.

He will definitely kill the person who knows all the secrets, so that he can really feel at ease.

"None of my business!" Director Zhao turned around angrily.

Su Mu stared into his eyes.

"Ding dong!"

There was a ringing of the doorbell.

Su Mu asked vigilantly, "Who?"

Director Zhao's complexion was not good, and he glanced at Su Mu.

"Go and have a look." Su Mu said.

Director Zhao took two steps, but Su Mu called out, "Wait a minute."

Director Zhao turned around unhappily.

Su Mu connected the fingers for him.

"Click!"

"Take it easy!" Director Zhao grinned his teeth in pain, and walked to the door of the house.

The doorbell outside the door kept ringing.

The little girl ignored the noise and turned her head awkwardly.

Director Zhao felt uncomfortable and looked at the small gray screen by the door.

On the screen, there are two policemen standing outside the big iron gate.

Director Zhao quickly went out to open the door, and said to Team Zhang who was standing at the iron gate, "You are Team Zhang, right? I'm on the phone, so I didn't make it very clear."

Team Zhang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Director Zhao, and put one in his mouth, "I didn't ask clearly about some things; this matter is more serious."

Director Zhao lit a cigarette for Team Zhang, and looked at the policeman beside him: "What's your name?"

"Just call him Iowa." Team Zhang puffed on his cigarette.