Loyal dogs always commit suicide [Quick Transmigration]

[End of the third world]

A busy tone sounds on the phone.Chang Chong hung up mechanically and dialed again, but the busy signal was still there.He repeated this action over and over again, not even knowing whether it was meaningful or not.The strange thing is, no matter how many times I dial, I always only hear the busy tone.

"Pick up the phone! You——" just halfway through the furious curse, the phone suddenly issued a series of crisp notification tones.

A multimedia message.Sender: "Not shown".

When he opened it, Chang Chong's scalp went numb and his hair stood on end.That was another photo, which was taken at the door of this room!

Chang Chong suddenly realized that all these photos were taken from very strange angles, with a very low angle of view, close to the ground, as if they were seen by a person lying on the ground.

Chang Chong nervously stared at the door with wide eyes, and couldn't help imagining such a scene in his mind: Tay is lying on the ground outside at the moment, holding a mobile phone, with a terrifying and strange smile on his blue face.He landed on all fours, slowly crawling forward, crawling, crawling...

Doors, can doors stop ghosts? Will Tay break in?Or does he not need to open the door at all, and can directly enter the room through the wall?

Both of Chang Chong's legs trembled, and he pricked up his ears to catch the movement outside the house.But the damn low-quality speaker was still singing songs without understanding, Chang Chong stretched out his hand angrily to turn it off.

Unexpectedly, before the fingertips touched the button, the music from the speaker suddenly went out of tune, as if it was disturbed by some signal, and made an irregular and strange sound.

Chang Chong's hand froze all of a sudden.Not only because of the weirdness of the speaker, but also because he heard very clearly that the door was knocked lightly three times.

Extreme fear suddenly turned into extreme anger.Chang Chong grabbed a stool leg, rushed to the door, and hurriedly opened the door.Fuck you ××! !Regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost, I will fight with you today! !

A gust of cold wind swept into the room.It was empty outside the door, and there was no one in sight.

Chang Chong was frightened and unwilling to give up. While swearing obscenities to embolden himself, he walked out a few steps with the stool leg up, looking left and right.

In front of the dilapidated bungalows on both sides, there are messy clotheslines, and the clothes on the ropes are swayed by the wind.Chang Chong's courage, which had surged due to anger, was also blown away bit by bit by the wind, and he went back into the room backwards.

There is a swivel chair on the other side of the room.There was nothing on it at first, but now it made a slight creaking sound that would only be produced when it was spinning.

Chang Chong followed the voice and looked over, his liver and gallbladder split instantly.On the slowly turning chair, unexpectedly there was an extra man at some point!

The man was naked, his skin was ghastly white under the fluorescent light, his back was facing Chang Chong, his head was lowered and he remained motionless.He didn't turn his head, his face was covered by the shadow of black hair, vaguely resembling Su Haoyu.The reason why I say "vaguely" is because Chang Chong has been so frightened that his eyesight is blurred.

It should be said that Chang Chong's reaction was much stronger than that of ordinary people.Even now, he didn't die of fright or faint on the spot, and he was still desperately trying to find a reasonable explanation for all this: he didn't pay attention to his back when he went out just now, this guy must have slipped into the room pretending to be a ghost to scare him by taking the opportunity.It must be so.There are no ghosts in this world, no ghosts, absolutely no ghosts!

The chair continued to turn.The back of the chair gradually turned to the side facing Chang Chong, and then slowly unscrewed to reveal the chair again.

Chang Chong's brain finally exploded.In just a second or two, right under his nose, the man on the chair disappeared out of thin air.

The stool legs in Chang Chong's hand fell off with a bang, and his legs went limp, and he sat slumped on the ground, stumbling out with hands and feet.

It doesn't matter whether Xie Zixin is messing with him or not.Because, indeed, he hit a ghost.

Chang Chong will never have a chance to know that what he encountered was not a ghost, but a divine beast.

It must be said that there is indeed a soul here.But the only thing Su Jinjiang's soul did was to interfere with the sound of the speaker—he could only do so little.

Most of the time, Su Jinjiang was a spectator.He watched Wei Tan climb out from under the car, carefully opened his mouth and spat out a mobile phone.After eavesdropping on the conversation between Chang Chong and his subordinates, Wei Tan hid and changed back into a human form, and quietly called Yao Jing.

Then he turned into a little beast again, crawling forward with his chubby buttocks.After climbing a few steps, I erected my phone to take a photo and sent it to Yao Jing, who then posted them on Tay's Weibo.

The owner of the "not shown" number is naturally Yao Jing.

When Chang Chong heard the knock on the door and came out to check, Wei Tan slipped past his feet into the room and climbed onto the chair.Wei Tan's profile is somewhat similar to Su Jinjiang's, and Chang Chong has a ghost in his heart, so it is easy to misidentify him.Besides, under such a weird situation, whether Chang Chong recognized Wei Tan or not, he would still be scared to pee.

There was a flash of red and blue lights outside the bungalow area.

It was Chang Chong himself who called the police.Hiding in the police car, he seemed to be pardoned, tearfully and incoherently speaking to the air, he would confess everything, he was willing to do anything, he just begged Tay not to come to him.

Su Jinjiang stood at the end of the road and watched, feeling a little embarrassed.He doesn't sympathize with Chang Chong, but when a person suddenly comes to an end, there is always a bit of sadness.

If Chang Chong's story line is replaced with a positive version, it may be able to write a very warm and inspirational sweet article.A handsome young man from a slum enters the entertainment industry and meets true love.No conspiracy, no calculations.

Su Jinjiang raised his head and looked at the leaden gray oppressive sky.This is obviously the world in the text, why can't every character have a good encounter and ending.

"...You, let's just do the setting for the time being, don't write the plot."

In the unclear memory, suddenly there is a fragment flashing, someone's voice is getting closer and further away, erratic.

"...Do you know why you can't write cool texts? It's because you have feelings for every character, even the villain. I know they are all set by you, but you have to forget this when you write the plot. Otherwise, how can you happily abuse the villain, how can you slap the face?"

"...As long as the plot requires it, even the protagonist can be tortured to death over and over again without mercy. A character is just a character, you can throw it away after you use it, don't take it too seriously. You still need to practice."

Su Jinjiang listened blankly to the voices coming from his own head.Is this a dialogue between two authors?Why would he hear it?

At this time, Wei Tan, who was hiding in the corner, turned around and started running at full speed towards the city.He ran extremely fast, and the hair all over his body was blown back by the strong wind.The eyes of ordinary people can hardly catch his movements, only a black streamer can be seen passing silently.

***

The door of the ICU ward was locked tightly, and the transparent glass part was tightly covered by sheets and coats.

Besides Su Jinjiang who was still lying on the bed, there was also Ding Ziyan in the room.He looked embarrassed, with bruises on his face, as if he had fought with someone.One sleeve was ripped off shoulder-length, and the other sleeve was already unthreaded, hanging like a broken arm.

The TV on the wall was broadcasting news, and a line of subtitles was printed at the bottom of the screen: [A stampede accident occurred in XX Hospital, causing many injuries].

The picture shows the exterior of the inpatient building.Because there were too many people inside, TV reporters could no longer enter.

A girl who had just been rescued with disheveled hair cried into the microphone and told the story: "...the reporters wanted to enter the ward to take pictures, but the security guards stopped them, so the reporters pushed them back and forth. I don't know who pushed me. One moment, I fell down, and the people behind were still pushing forward...the corridor is so narrow..."

At this moment, Ding Ziyan heard the alarm sound from the physical sign monitor at the head of the bed.Glancing at the physiological data on the screen, Ding Ziyan turned pale with fright, and hurriedly pressed the emergency call bell.

"Surnamed Su! Hey! Su Haoyu!" Ding Ziyan was at a loss, "Fuck you! Don't die!"

The call bell was rang over and over with no response.Ding Ziyan wanted to open the door and call for someone, but immediately gave up on this idea.The situation in the corridor was finally under control. If the door was opened, those desperate reporters would rush in again, wouldn't it cause another round of chaos.

Ding Ziyan smacked his lips restlessly, pacing around the hospital bed.

The phone rang.Ding Ziyan picked it up,

The author has something to say: [Continued from the above] Hearing the voice of the attending doctor at the other end, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw: "Doctor, his breathing and pulse suddenly disappeared. Is it a cardiac arrest? Come here quickly." !"

In the chaotic background, the doctor shouted hoarsely: "We are stuck here, we can't get through! You give him 1ml of epinephrine first, and then perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation as I said! You have to act quickly, the rescue time for a heart attack is very short." short!"

Ding Ziyan turned his eyes and looked at the medicine tray on the cart in a daze.After hesitating for a while, he ran to the cart in two or three steps and found out the 1ml epinephrine that the doctor said.

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Well, I didn’t calculate the capacity of each chapter, this world needs another chapter to end (|||￢ω￢)

In addition, ask the babies for their opinions~ The protagonist always dies like this, not only the babies are depressed, but I also feel a little crazy orz

I want to change the mode from this world, the protagonist can go to the next world without dying.I don’t know if the babies have any suggestions~~