Chapter 1045 Who Is that Person

Mrs. Lu had to keep watching. In the next animation, the plot line did not move forward, but repeated the crash from different angles and angles.

In other words, Mrs. Lu relived the impact from at least ten angles and visions.

She finally put down the iPad unbearably, rushed in the direction of the bathroom, and vomited out.

Feng Ze just looked at her back indifferently, and continued to sit in the same place calmly and calmly, watching this scene patiently.

Those abstract images kept hitting Mrs. Lu's mind and oppressing her nerves. She vomited for a while and slapped cold water on her face, but to no avail.

In my mind, those pictures seemed to overlap with some pictures in my memory, and those abstract animated characters seemed to have entities, overlapping with the characters in my memory.

It took a while for Mrs. Lu to come out of the bathroom. On her makeup-removed face, she was no longer young, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were a little more obvious, making her look less graceful than usual.

She came back and sat down again, her face pale with discomfort.

"How, do you remember?" Feng Ze asked.

"The people who were hit are your parents?" Mrs. Lu paused, her voice unusually heavy.

"My paintings are not bad, right? As long as I capture the essence of people, no matter how abstract they are, I can recognize who they are." Feng Ze's tone was very relaxed, as if he was talking to people about paintings, not Madam Lu at all. So serious and tense.

Mrs. Lu asked, "Who is that driver?"

She vaguely felt that the driver's demeanor and face were a bit like her, which was also the feeling she felt extremely uncomfortable when she saw this video.

However, the driver didn't get out of the car, so she couldn't see her body and couldn't tell.

But Mrs. Lu didn't feel that there was such a passage in her memory, and how could she do something to hurt her best friend?

Even if she sometimes has to use some ruthless means in the business field, it is not used like this, and she knows how to avoid risks.

Feng Ze's cold eyes kept staring at Madam Lu.

Mrs. Lu could see from his eyes that Feng Ze thought it was her.

She vehemently denied: "Feng Ze, think about it, how could it be me? Why would I do that?"

Feng Ze continued to look at her with the same look just now, without any evidence, even this video was just a simulation, but being looked at by his eyes, Mrs. Lu felt that she couldn't justify it at all.

The character of the abstract painting, the person driving the car, is clearly herself!

Something was hooked up in her mind. Mrs. Lu's headache was aggravating and it was very unbearable. She wanted to defend and deny, but it seemed that everything was a sophistry.

Feng Ze's voice was far in the sky and close to his ears: "It's okay, think about it slowly."

Mrs. Lu's head hurts even more, and her breathing is also rapid, no, it's impossible, how is it possible!

She has always had a good relationship with her best friend, so it is impossible for her to do such a thing.

But what happened to those things in the memory, emerging little by little, breaking out of the ice little by little, sprouting out like buds, growing branches and leaves.

It was so scary, Madam Lu couldn't stop her thinking.