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【What's going on, I don't understand...】

[The ground is a chrysalis, what the hell, think about it, is this thing a burning god? 】

[The murderer is him? !I can't see it at all. Didn't you help reasoning seriously before? 】

[Actually, there are traces to follow. You can see the expression on his face when he said that the surnamed Yang should be damned. He was so scared to death. He will definitely be able to enter the scene clip of the competition]

[The person who said the reasoning earlier was probably misleading, tsk tsk, I didn’t expect the IQ ceiling to be sold by the script evidence]

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The sarcastic remarks of the barrage could not be conveyed to the actors present, but the sudden change really stunned everyone.

Yu Ran's face changed slightly, and he stared at the chrysalis on the ground with a surprised expression.

Ying pursed his lips, turned his head to glance at Yan Shiche, saw that the other party had a sullen face, and silently scanned around the room.

Before anyone could make a sound, Yu Ran was tied up with ropes by several burly men behind Yang Fushui.

He glanced back, just in time to meet Yan Shiche's eyes, the young man shook his head invisibly, telling the man to be calm.

"Go on deck and feed the fish!"

Yang Fushui waved his hand fiercely, and everyone surrounded him.

The Butterfly has already sailed into the high seas, and there are no fishermen fishing. If a person is left here, he will be submerged in the sea in an instant, and the body will be eaten by the fish within two days. Even gods can't dig it out.

Yang Fushui was carrying a basalt cane, and was supported downstairs. Seeing Yu Ran's bound back, his cloudy eyes finally revealed a gleam of light. The shadow that had lingered in the depths of his nightmare for many years seemed to be gradually dissipating. The singer of Soft Feather, her dead soul will also sink into the unknown hell along with the waves.

Yu Ran's hands and feet were strangled by the special steel ropes for ships, and the thing was firmly embedded in his flesh, making him unable to move at all.

The domestic servant who tied him laid a sloping board in front of the cruise ship and dragged Yu Ran up.

Yu Ran sat quietly on the ground, facing everyone's suspicious and fearful eyes, he quickly calmed down and thought about how to get out.

"Yu Ran." A hoarse voice sounded on the deck, and there was silence all around, only Yang Fushui stared at him with those tombstone-like eyes, "You are her elder brother."

Yang Fushui took out a photo from his pocket, and Yu Ran frowned violently. This thing was found in his room when everyone was searching. After the evidence was investigated, he remembered that it was a photo in safekeeping. How could it appear in the hands of an NPC? .

Ying was obviously also stagnant, and his expression should be ignorant.

Yang Fushui: "Search."

Yu Ran was unable to move because his hands were tied, and the person who tied him next to him opened his pocket, and took out a pitch-black chrysalis from the inside.

The chrysalis was given to him by Yan Shiche last night, and he was confiscated on the spot before he could handle it.

"Look at how you still quibble!"

At this time, Yu Ran finally realized that someone was deliberately messing with him in the dark, he didn't say a word, his eyes were slightly closed.However, Yang Fushui's face was gloomy, the sky was dim, and the deep black wrinkles were like cracks on the tombstone, cutting his face into several uneven geometric shapes, as if it would fall apart at any time.

"You want to avenge Rou Yu, you must know the consequences of being punctured." Yang Fushui sneered, and he waved, "Blood."

Following his order, someone immediately stepped forward with a rusty iron bucket.

Yu Ran suddenly closed his eyes, clatter!Cold blood dripped from the top of his head, the soft curly hair was wet with the sticky and smelly liquid, and his whole body was dyed a terrible dark red, dripping down his hair tip, forehead and collar It dripped, and immediately a pool of blood pooled on the ground, submerged in the wooden deck.

Yu Ran shook his head and shook his head, his face was covered with the blood accumulated after slaughtering the livestock, which had been left for a few days, the corruption and stench mixed together, making his face even paler, like a piece of white paper.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and Yan Shiche's expression in the crowd was ugly as hell, with a fierce light in his black eyes, and he was staring at him intently.It seems that as long as Yu Ran gives an order, the man will bite off the throats of those people like a cheetah and save him.

But this time it won't work. In the script, everyone maintains the rigid requirement of setting the character to complete the plot, and he is destined not to let him mess around like the last script.

Yu Ran gritted his teeth to resist the icy sea breeze, while thinking that the theater assigned this kind of script, it was simply targeting himself deliberately, revenge for him destroying the core data of the previous script.

The young man's head was lowered, his black eyes were vacant, and his eyes swept across the crowd one by one, taking all the expressions of evil intentions into his eyes, and caught a glimpse of Jiang Luochun.

This data NPC carved out of the same mold as her mother didn't seem afraid of the cold. She came out wearing only the royal blue short cheongsam, huddled at the end, Yu Ran couldn't see her face clearly, but she saw the gold-plated cheongsam. The necklace of the cross swayed slightly in the sea breeze, shining with fragments of light.

"Drew again!" The crutch stomped heavily on the deck, Yu Ran felt the board under his buttocks tremble, and then he was drenched in blood again.

The cold wind blew across the turbulent waves, Yu Ran shivered slightly.

More blood flowed along the boards from the bow of the ship into the sea, staining the blue waves with thick ink, and the wind became fiercer, whipping up a big wave, splashing salty sea water, and falling on Yu Ran's eyelids superior.

He drooped his eyes and looked down. The overturned waves fell into calm, and big bubbles bubbled from the place where the hull of the ship met the sea surface. The blood-stained sea water gradually dispersed, and then What follows is a deeper shadow, from far to near.

The sharp dorsal fin sliced ​​through the waves and swam in circles far away. The animal blood just now attracted a school of sharks.

If Yu Ran goes on like this, he will be directly dismembered within 2 minutes. Even if the thing doesn't eat him, the suction force of the yacht's sailing will directly drag him under the keel, circle into the engine, and be crushed by the sharp spiral blades rotating at high speed Cut into sashimi.

"Throw it down." Yang Fushui's expression was so crazy that he twisted, and he clenched his fists with both hands on the walking stick.

The servant next to him immediately caught Yu Ran, and was about to throw him into the sea with the rope that bound him.

At the last moment, Yu Ran suddenly flipped sideways and fell off the ramp.

He didn't care about the pain, just stared at Yang Fushui quietly, and said every word, "I didn't kill people."

"Sophistry—" Yang Fushui panted heavily, as if he didn't want any more accidents to happen. Han Xia died, An Yejun died, Yang Yingxing died, and it was his turn next!

The extreme fear and panic in his heart made him absolutely unwilling for anyone to disobey him, his eyes were red, and he shouted like crazy: "Throw it down for me, quick!"

Yu Ran raised his eyes sharply, his cold eyes pierced through the other party like an arrow, "You killed me, and the real murderer will not let you go!"

"You are the murderer!" Yang Fushui yelled, the dark wrinkles on his face were like withered flowers, gathered together in one place, as if about to be blown to pieces by the sea wind, "You are! You avenged Rou Yu! Those butterflies It's your trick! And the chrysalis! There's a pile of chrysalis under your bed!"

Yu Ran was violently pulled upwards, half of his body hung in the air on the bow, his brain was running fast, his eyes fell on Yan Shiche who was ready to go, and he gave him a warning, trying to Let this guy stay where he is.

"Put it down!"

Finally at this moment, Yu Ran's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his lips——

"Where are the butterflies flying to? Silver hairpins embroidered with peonies on silk, sip a sip of thick honey until it tastes sweet..."

not his voice...

The young man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the woman in the crowd in disbelief.

"...Where are the butterflies flying to? The hot red agate in Tongshan, warm a pot of warmth until the golden cup is full..."

The desolate and mournful ditty flows out of the woman's cold throat, which is colder than the frozen sea.

"Who is it?!" Yang Fushui yelled sadly, no one would have thought that he would make such a sharp cry, but no one thought it was ridiculous, and a layer of skin bumps followed.

"Where do butterflies fly to? Orchid petals on a moonlit night in late spring, close a pair of soft feathers to the stamens."

The woman in the sapphire blue velvet cheongsam slowly stepped out from the crowd, Yu Ran bit the tip of her tongue without knowing the pain, and did not dare to let go of the blood.

Dailu's eyes met those softer than his own, and an indescribable sadness instantly enveloped his whole body. He realized something, but resisted to think deeply, and all his consciousness shrank a little at this moment.

The woman shook her head slightly at him.

Why are you shaking your head?What the hell is she going to do?What on earth did she know?

The cold light pierced Yu Ran's eyes sharply, and the young man could hardly think. The scene eight years ago completely overlapped with the present, and the woman raised the sharp knife in her hand to stab Yang Fushui.

"Where are the butterflies flying to? The old shrine in the deep courtyard of the secluded house, swinging on a swing to the old eaves..."

The song was like weeping blood, sad and unbearable.

"Help! Grab her!"

A strong sense of weightlessness invaded Yu Ran. He turned his back to the sharks and fell backwards. His eyes were full of the gloomy sky. Fate's teasing mouth devoured him until there were no bones left.

The waves splashed into his eyes, making him painful and numb, the steel rope on Yu Ran's chest was tightly hooked by his strong arms, the man's stern face blocked the sky, and the veins in his arms burst, slowly pushing him to the ground. Pulled up.

The farce on the boat continued, Jiang Luochun couldn't match the man's strength, and was quickly pushed to the ground.

Yu Ran didn't even have time to get up, the woman pointed the blade at her own artery.

"...Where are the butterflies flying to? The rusty and mottled iron ship's side, falling to sleep forever by the waves."

The tragic scene in the midnight dream coincided with it. The young man opened his mouth, but found that he could not make a sound at all, and his throat was filled with fear and sorrow.

"Yan..." Yu Ran was dumb, "Untie...untie!"

"Yan Shiche, tie him up!" Ying shouted.

The man reacted instantly, if the character set OOC to interfere with the plot, it means the mission of the script failed, and Yu Ran would be executed immediately by the theater.

The sharp light of the knife pierced into the snow-white and slender neck like a slow-motion replay.

His eyes were filled with blood, and he rushed forward, forgetting that he was tied by a rope, and almost fell to the ground.

Yan Shiche choked him, and pressed the young man into his arms, trying to cover his eyes, but touched the water with his hand.

Yu Ran was shaking violently, and he didn't know whether it was blood or sea water on his face, it kept dripping endlessly.

The woman collapsed on the ground, her blue cheongsam was stained red by the gurgling blood, and the gold-plated cross broke to the ground under the pull.

She twitched slightly. In the panicked crowd, she exhausted her last strength and turned her head, looking in the direction of Yu Ran, her dark eyes gradually dimmed, and only the distressed figure of the young man was clearly reflected in it.

mom.

Yan Shiche tightly blocked his mouth with one hand, forced the struggling young man to turn around, pressed him into his arms, and gently comforted the back of his neck with his palm, letting the moisture soak his collar.

The man whispered: "Yu Ran, this is fake, don't make a sound."

"Do not……"

Yu Ran let out a desperate whimper in his throat, his once proud and straight back bowed fragilely at this moment, and the protruding shoulder blades appeared thinner than usual.

Yan Shiche gently pinched the back of the young man's neck, and followed his breath patiently, until the noisy crowd gradually dispersed, and the servant lifted the frightened and fainted Yang Fushui upstairs.

After a long time, Yu Ran rested his forehead on the man's shoulder, and slowly pulled away from his emotions, he murmured.

"My mother...why?"

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