I won't fry CP crabs with you [Entertainment circle]

"Aren't you in class now?" Cheng Zhaoyue raised his voice, seeming to be in a relaxed mood.

He Mu hesitated for a while, and finally didn't know where to start asking: "Are you injured?"

There was a pause on the other end: "No, it was passed back so quickly? Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles?"

"..." He Mu was taken aback for a moment, then asked in a strange way, "How's the score?"

Cheng Zhaoyue laughed: "Super big score, 40 to 12."

Hearing the laughter on the other end, He Mu's mood became inexplicably lighter.

"When will you come back?"

"After a while, don't wait for me." Cheng Zhaoyue was very indifferent, "I guess I will have to linger in the bureau for a while."

He Mu was a little worried, but his tone didn't seem to be a big deal, so he could only say, "Then send me a message when you go back to school."

Cheng Zhaoyue agreed and hung up the phone.

That day, Cheng Zhaoyue didn't make any movement during self-study from afternoon to night, and He Mu's heart was restless until night.

It wasn't until before the third quarter's evening self-study class that He Mu received a text message from Cheng Zhaoyue: "The small forest in the family courtyard."

He Mu frowned, looked up to see that there was no teacher nearby, and quickly walked out of the classroom.

Feeling in the dark, he came to the remote woods behind the school, and He Mu saw Cheng Zhaoyue in the night at a glance.

"Why did you come here?" He Mu ran a few steps in front of him, and only then did he see the bruise at the corner of his eye, "Are you hurt?"

He leaned over to take a closer look, but Cheng Zhaoyue turned his head to avoid it: "It's nothing serious... I'll come over to hand in the self-criticism at night, by the way..."

He coughed twice, and said in an unnatural tone, "By the way, submit the application for suspension of school."

For a moment, He Mu suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Suspension of school??"

"Hey, don't think too much about it, it wasn't forced by the school." Cheng Zhaoyue explained eagerly, "It's just that it's better, because the bastard in the fourth middle school is too cruel, so I hide from the limelight. Anyway, it doesn't make any difference whether I come to class or not." what?"

He Mu looked at him for a while, a little suspicious: "How long will you be out of school?"

"It's only a month, and I'll be back next semester." Cheng Zhaoyue said with a smile, "It just so happens that I have fun playing for a few months."

He Mu looked at his narrowed eyes with a smile, as if he was genuinely happy.

Every time he sees him smiling handsomely even though he looks like a fool, He Mu's mood will be relaxed for no reason.

"Then you go back and take good care of your wounds, don't cause trouble." He Mu sighed, and circled Cheng Zhaoyue back and forth, "Is there nothing wrong with other places?"

Cheng Zhaoyue turned around twice obediently, and took advantage of the opportunity to embrace He Mu in his arms: "You got a little weak chicken, study hard and take the exam well, someone bullied you and came to ask your brother to help you out, be good and don't cause trouble."

"...I don't know who is causing the trouble." He Mu muttered in a low voice, and as soon as he raised his head, his eyes darkened, and Cheng Zhaoyue suppressed it.

He Mu put his hand on his chest instinctively, and his first reaction was to refuse, but thinking of the remoteness and no one here, he was a little reluctant to bear the warmth of his lips.

The hand holding Cheng Zhaoyue's clothes tightened, and He Mu raised his head, trying to cater to him.

After a while, Cheng Zhaoyue came close to He Mu's ear panting slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't tell, it's really flirtatious."

He Muer's roots burned instantly, and he took a big step back to distance himself from him: "You go back, I'm going back to self-study."

"Can you go home alone at night?" Cheng Zhaoyue raised his eyebrows.

He Mubai glanced at him, turned his head and left.

Cheng Zhaoyue didn't move, watching his back until he walked away.

Passing through the grove, Cheng Zhaoyue walked to the narrow back door hidden in the corner of the grove. Out of his corner of his vision, he saw a shadow flashing quickly and disappearing near the school gate.

"Eating a mouthful of dog food is useless." Gu Chi threw the diary away and complained.

Chi Luo sighed, the following narratives were a bit confusing, and it could be seen that Cheng Zhaoyue's mental state in the later period was not quite right.

"Have you heard from He Mu that Cheng Zhaoyue committed suicide?" Chi Luo looked up at Gu Chi.

Gu Chi was stretching, listening to his question, his half-stretched arm froze in the air, thought for a moment and then shook his head.

Chi Luo blinked, lowered his head and continued to search elsewhere in the drawer.

Gu Chi's cell phone vibrated, he took it out and glanced quickly: "We... I'm afraid we have to go back."

Chi Luo was flipping through the lambskin notebook he had just found out from the drawer in his hand. He was not surprised to hear Gu Chi's changed tone, and quickly stood up.

"That female living corpse..." Chi Luo whispered to himself, "No wonder the old man is so concerned."

"?" Gu Chi looked at him with a confused expression.

"Stop staring at your dog eyes..." Chi Luo grabbed Gu Chi's arm, "Go!"

"Why does Cheng Zhaoyue's symptoms sound so familiar?" Gu Chi sat in the back seat of the car, propped his chin and looked out the window, recalling what He Mu had anxiously described to him on the phone two days ago.

"It's not familiar, it's familiar." Chi Luo was sitting beside him, tapping the window edge of the car with a mobile phone anxiously, "In the same hospital as him, there was a female patient who had the same reaction."

Chi Luo looked at Gu Chi, hoping that he would remember it by himself.

"Which time?"

"..." Chi Luo closed his eyes, "Forget it if you don't remember."

Gu Chi laughed a few times, and then said: "Could it be that they all have the same disease? Cheng Zhaoyue and that patient?"

"Which one?" Chi Luo asked frankly.

"..." Gu Chi choked for a moment, "That's not how it works."

Chi Luo ignored him and looked out the car window: "How long is it?"

Gu Chi's driver interjected, "Hurry up, it's only a few minutes."

Chi Luo nodded, feeling her palms were wet.

If nothing unexpected happened, he guessed that the old man was in the hospital where Cheng Zhaoyue was right now.

In the old man's room a few days ago, Chi Luo found a notebook recording experiments, and it could be seen that the old man was trying to use a strange method to revive the living corpse whose soul was wandering outside.

The previous dates have been going well, and the living corpses participating in the experiment have experienced stable physical signs for more than three years, until the day when Chi Luo auditioned for the first time as Shen Yichi, the experimenter suddenly lost control.

You can guess that the subject of the experiment is the female living corpse that Chi Luo and Gu Chi subdued together that day.No wonder the old man seemed so anxious after learning about this.

If the old man did this experiment to save Cheng Zhaoyue, then he should change to other methods after the experiment failed, so as not to let Cheng Zhaoyue end up in the same fate as that female living corpse.But according to He Mu's description, Cheng Zhaoyue's symptoms were exactly the same as what he saw that day.

"Cheng Zhaoyue's situation is similar to that of that woman." Gu Chi said suddenly, with some hesitation in his tone, "Then do you know what happened to her after she went crazy on the street that day?"

Chi Luo nodded.

"...You know...then what's the matter with your indifferent expression?" Gu Chi was a little shocked.

Chi Luo glanced at him, but said nothing.

The experimental records recorded by the old man are long and detailed, and every detail of the experimental situation is clearly written every day.

The last day's record is the most concise, so short that it seems a bit abrupt in the long daily record.

There is only the word "death".

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