I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 117 The Secret of Studio 3

"Uncle, my grandfather was just worried that you were a bad guy. Please explain to him in person. Otherwise, if the suspicion cannot be cleared, you may be in trouble."

“…” Brother Killer had never been so speechless in his life. He tilted his head and looked at the old man in the video.

It wouldn't matter if he didn't look at it, but once he did, his heart was gripped with worry.

There was no trace of kindness on Shen Zhuang's face at this moment. There was a faint fire flickering in his dark eyes. The old man just looked at him quietly, saying nothing but it seemed as if he had said everything.

The killer suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and for a moment he felt that he had nowhere to hide.

"Master, have you finished the inspection?"

The assassin brother swallowed and forced a smile, "Almost...almost."

Shen Zhuang leaned on the rose chair with his hands on a cane, his upper body straight. "It's almost time to go back. This studio already belongs to my granddaughter. You can't afford to pay for any damage."

There was a flicker of determination in the killer's eyes.

It seems the old man has noticed something, why not...

"Ouch, why is the glass here broken?"

At this moment, an extremely exaggerated voice suddenly sounded outside the corridor.

After a while, a man wearing a Zhongshan suit and a Mediterranean hairstyle walked into the classroom.

The man's eyes moved between the killer brother and Jiang Huashan, and finally pointed at the killer brother and attacked him.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? I called you here to check and repair it, so why did you break the glass? I told you so many times to be careful, but it's only a piece of glass that was broken. If it had hit something else, I wouldn't be able to pay for it even if I sold you guys!"

The person who came was none other than the junior high school director, Coach Huo.

The killer brother slowly loosened his grip and took a step back.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Uncle, who are you?" Jiang Huashan saw another person coming with an innocent look as if he knew nothing about the world.

Huo Zhenhua was sly and sarcastic one moment, but the next moment he immediately calmed down. "Student Jiang, don't you know me? I'm your Dean of Studies. You can call me Teacher Huo or Coach Huo."

Jiang Huashan looked at the phone and said, "Grandpa, there's another one."

Huo Zhenhua's expression changed slightly. He took a few small steps forward, clasped his hands together, and said with a fawning look, "Old Master, I never thought that I, Huo, would have the honor of meeting you in my lifetime."

Shen Zhuang's expression was indifferent. "Teacher Huo, you are too polite. I have arranged for someone to pick up my granddaughter. She has asked for leave today."

Huo Zhenhua nodded, "Yes, yes, I'll take Jiang to the school director's office right away to prevent him from being offended by some random people."

The strangers and the killer brother, "..."

Jiang Huashan shook his head, pleading, "Grandpa, I want to paint for a while longer. I've already made an appointment with Brother A Ling to go home together after he comes back from military training."

What's so good about this? This kid, how could he be so clueless?

Huo Zhenhua didn't dare to show any emotion on his face. He looked at Jiang Huashan with a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, the old man has already made all the arrangements. Why don't you..."

"Shut up, I'm talking to my grandpa." Jiang Huashan covered the phone with her hand, her face suddenly turned dark, and she glared at Huo Zhenhua fiercely.

Huo Zhenhua was stunned and opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Grandpa~" After scolding Huo Zhenhua, Jiang Huashan looked innocent again, "Please, I'm tired of painting the landscapes at home. I want to practice plastering here."

"..." Shen Zhuang was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Teacher Huo."

"Yes." Huo Zhenhua responded carefully, "What instructions does Mr. Shen have?"

Shen Zhuang, "You heard it, my granddaughter wants to paint."

Huo Zhenhua quickly smiled and nodded, "I heard you, I understand. I'll ask them to check somewhere else."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Jiang Huashan waved towards Shen Zhuang, facing the camera. "Well, Grandpa, that's it for now. I'm hanging up now."

"Don't hang up. Grandpa is curious about what you're drawing. Turn on your phone and I'll draw with you."

Jiang Huashan frowned, looking ungrateful, "Huh? Grandpa, you don't think I want to have fun and use painting as an excuse?" She muttered a few words, put her phone on the easel, and stood up to spread the paper.

Seeing that Jiang Huashan had already started mixing the colors, Huo Zhenhua gave the killer brother a subtle wink, and the two of them quietly left Studio No. 3.

Huo Zhenhua stood at the door for a while, his eyes a little complicated.

It seems that Jiang Huashan is very popular.

The two men returned to the elevator, Huo Zhenhua pressed the first floor, and the killer pressed the seventh floor.

The elevator slowly went down.

【Ding--】

The elevator door opened, and just as Huo Zhenhua raised his foot, the killer pressed the close button and looked at him coldly, "You're exposed."

Huo Zhenhua took a deep breath, but still couldn't help cursing, "I'm exposed?! Don't I know? I'm exposed! Who can I blame? I was just a step late. Are you planning to kill her granddaughter in front of Shen Zhuang?"

The killer said, "You underestimate me. How could I be so superficial? I originally planned to kidnap the old man's granddaughter and then lure him out to kill him together."

Huo Zhenhua gasped, "Which Javanese savage are you from? Do you still want to kill Shen Zhuang?"

Killer, "Java Island."

"..." It turned out to be Man Asan. Huo Zhenhua had a headache and took a deep breath. "Let me tell you, even if today's incident was leaked, it might not be a problem due to that person's influence in Country A. But if you had just taken action in front of Shen Zhuang, this matter would have been a big deal. Forget it, there's no point in saying anything now."

Huo Zhenhua pressed the door open button again and walked out of the elevator without looking back.

The elevator slowly closed again, and the numbers jumped up one floor at a time.

two.

three.

Four.

……

seven.

【Ding--】

The elevator door slowly opened.

"biu——"

The man looked up and saw a bullet hit him right in the heart. Before he could react, he tilted his head and fell into the elevator.

At the end of the corridor, Zheng Song held the sniper rifle in one hand and pressed the headset, "Grandpa, the garbage has been cleared. Miss can paint in peace now."

at the same time.

【Ding--】

A cold electronic sound rang in Jiang Huashan's mind.

[The important characters in the current chapter are missing. The latest chapter will be generated for you. ]

[Generation completed——]

[Load the current plot into the play world: Chapter 117 - The Secret of Studio 3]

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in the studio suddenly twisted and rotated like a geometric cube. After being broken and reassembled countless times, it reconstructed a scene that was almost exactly the same as before.

Why use almost?

Because there is a little difference.

Just now during the scene reorganization process, a module was put in that did not belong here.

Jiang Huashan stood up, glanced at the bookshelf in front, and found the location of the module with incredible accuracy.

It was a dusty album hidden among a pile of discarded works.

Jiang Huashan took out the picture album and gently brushed off the dust.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened the first page.

A black envelope was sandwiched between the yellowed rice paper, containing a dirty tissue and a memory card.

A short question was written in lipstick on the tissue.

"Is there anyone willing to rescue us?"

……