Professor, you got it wrong

Shang Luyan fell back, and the man grabbed him just in time.

"Be careful."

The other party wore a silver iron mask, which had a cold metallic color under the lamp.

Shang Luyan nodded and stood firm, meeting a pair of very blurred eyes through the mask.

At the same time, a faint wave of alpha pheromone brushed the tip of his nose.

It tastes like lime mixed with mint, cool and familiar.

Before Shang Luyan could smell it carefully, the man let go of him quickly, turned around and entered another exhibition hall.

"Clumsy."

Jian Bailian pushed aside the crowd and walked behind Shang Luyan, and raised his arms to embrace him.

The smell in the air suddenly became a bit mixed, and the strange fragrance mixed together, which made Shang Luyan feel a little out of breath for no reason.

"Professor, it's a bit boring here."

Jian Bailian walked out with her arms around his shoulders, "Go out and get some air."

Shang Luyan hummed, and was carried outside by him.

There are four gates in the memorial hall, and the two of them walked out along the corridor, and they just reached the steps of the east gate.

The night was as cool as water, and the air was damp and icy cold.

Shang Luyan took a few deep breaths of the cold air, although it was a bit cold, but it smelled much better than just now.

"Why did you run away suddenly?"

When Jian Bailian asked the question, she pressed her palm on the back of Shang Luyan's neck, and checked for him whether there was any problem with the barrier sticker.

Shang Luyan's reflexes slowed down for a while before continuing with what he had just said, "That person, I mistook him for Xie Ji, it's a bit strange."

"What's weird?"

Shang Luyan opened his mouth and was about to speak when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

Although he didn't save Lu Jingyi's number, he still had a little impression after reading it a few times.

Fearing that the other party had something urgent, Shang Luyan and Jian Bailian signaled for a moment, and then slid up the answer button.

"Miss Lu?"

"Ayan, I'm Lu Jingyi, are you free now? I want to ask you something."

Shang Luyan originally wanted to say another day, but felt that Lu Jingyi's tone seemed not quite right.

After thinking about it, he said, "Yes, yes, but I'm in the memorial hall now."

Lu Jingyi immediately said, "I'll come to you right now."

Before Shang Luyan could refuse, the phone was hung up.

Jian Bai looked down at him, "Lu Jingyi is coming?"

Shang Luyan hummed, and put the phone back in her pocket, "She said she wanted to ask me something."

Jian Bailian didn't say anything, and pressed his palm against the back of his neck.

Ten minutes later, Lu Jingyi arrived at the east gate of the memorial hall.

Seeing Jian Bailian standing on the steps, she paused, then raised her head and asked Shang Luyan, "Can I have a chat with you alone?"

Shang Luyan didn't care, walked down the steps and followed her to the side path.

Jian Bailian was standing at the gate of the memorial hall tens of meters away, looking at them from a distance.

Shang Luyan withdrew his gaze, and when his eyes fell on Lu Jingyi's face, he realized that she looked haggard, her eyelids were swollen, and the lower eyelids were still stained with wet tears.

When their eyes met, Lu Jingyi sniffed, and handed him the photo frame she was holding in her hand, "This is the photo of Su Ziyu that has been kept on the desk."

Shang Luyan took it without knowing it.

The frame was loose, and as soon as he took it over, the photo hidden under Lu Jingyi's solo photo fell out.

The person in the photo, Shang Luyan, was no stranger.

is himself.

"Shang Luyan,"

Lu Jingyi's voice was tinged with tears, tears came one after another, and she asked sadly and deceivingly: "Does Su Ziyu like you?"

Shang Luyan looked at her deeply, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Lu Jingyi cried so sadly, her delicate face was no longer as sweet and pretty as before, it was like a flower wet by muddy water, embarrassed and pitiful.

Shang Luyan squeezed the photo frame tightly in his hand, besides being irritable, he was still irritable.

He never thought that Su Ziyu's death would leave so much trouble.

Not to mention that Lu Jingyi would discover this at this juncture.

He frowned and stared at Lu Jingyi's red eyes from crying for a while, then tore up the photo Su Ziyu had hidden.

"Su Ziyu was just thinking wrong for a while."

Shang Lusheng resolutely comforted, "You are his girlfriend, and no one can steal it from you."

He felt embarrassed himself when he said it.

Before Shang Luyan could think of more convincing words, Lu Jingyi suddenly reached out and snatched the photo frame.

The photo frame was already loose and crumbling, but when she grabbed it like this, the glass fell out.

Shang Luyan was afraid that she would hurt her hand, and was about to pick it up, when Lu Jingyi suddenly turned the sharp end of the glass towards him.

As if she had discovered something, Lu Jingyi's eyes were resentful, and a painful voice came out of her throat: "It turns out that he has always regarded me as your substitute..."

"No wonder......"

"...Shang Luyan, go to hell!"

The change came too fast, and Shang Luyan reacted quickly to avoid Lu Jingyi's attack.

Just as he was about to subdue him, a black shadow suddenly fell down at high speed.

With a "bang", Lu Jingyi was knocked unconscious.

Blood dripped from the strands of his hair, and he fell directly to the ground.

The flowerpot that fell to the ground was torn apart, and the dirt and green plants stained Lu Jingyi's skirt.

Jian Bailian ran over, and as soon as he hugged Shang Luyan into his arms, he saw him raise his head, his gaze was constantly searching for something on the upper floor.

On the terrace on the fourth floor of the memorial hall, a man wearing a silver mask held on to the railing and looked at Shang Luyan for half a second, then straightened up.

Shang Luyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and Jian Bailian called 120 to send Lu Jingyi to the doctor, then rushed into the memorial hall and ran up to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is not an exhibition area, only a small light is turned on, and the light is extremely dim.

Shang Luyan groped to find the location of the terrace.

He didn't see the man in the silver mask, but in the corner beside him, he saw Xie Ji with a wound on his face.

Xie Ji sat on the floor facelessly.

The left eye socket was black and blue, and the clothes on his body were also stained with dust.

The ends of her hair were slightly disheveled, and the corners of her lips were still stained with blood, as if she had been beaten.

Hearing footsteps, Xie Ji raised his head.

From Shang Luyan's slender and straight legs, he saw his beautiful and deep face all the way.

Pulling the corner of his injured lips, Xie Ji smiled, "It came very quickly."

Shang Luyan ignored him and searched around the fourth floor.

When he passed the terrace for the third time, Xie Ji couldn't help but say: "Don't look for it, I'm the only one here."

Shang Luyan paused.

Xie Ji propped up one leg and stretched out a hand towards him, "Pull me and take me to the hospital."

Shang Luyan didn't move, just at that moment Jian Bailian walked up.

Seeing the person coming, Xie Ji rolled his eyes, and said to Shang Luyan: "If you don't send me to the hospital, I will rely on your alpha."

Shang Luyan tightened his jaw, and looked at Xie Ji coldly.

Jian Bailian walked over, wrapped her palm around the back of Shang Luyan's head and touched it, "Lu Jingyi has already been sent to the hospital."

Shang Luyan restrained his coldness a bit, and pulled Jian Bailian's wrist to leave.

As soon as he took a step, Xie Ji raised his voice and said, "Shang Luyan, take me to the hospital. I guarantee that the three policemen are safe."

"Really, I swear."

Shang Luyan didn't want to gamble, so he walked back with his eyebrows down and pulled Xie Ji up.

Xie Ji staggered and stood on one foot, the tips of his hair were wet with cold sweat from his forehead.

Shang Luyan violently found the phone from his pocket, dialed 120, and then passed it to Jian Bailian, "Professor, you hold it first, and hand it to Xing Su later."

Jian Bailian took it, looking at Xie Ji who was thrown back to the ground by Shang Luyan, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly condensed.

The ambulance will arrive soon.

Shang Luyan handed Xie Ji's mobile phone to Xing Su at the gate of the memorial hall, and then went to the hospital with Jian Bailian in the car.

Lu Jingyi is still undergoing surgery, and Lu Weiteng can't receive calls in the laboratory, so he can't be contacted for the time being.

Shang Luyan was sitting on the bench with Jian Bailian on his shoulder, looking at the door of the operating room in a daze, when he heard a slight sound from the corridor.

Xie Ji pushed the wheelchair over, his right calf had a plaster cast, he was completely disabled.

Shang Luyan glanced at him, then turned around and hugged Jian Bai tightly.

Xie Ji watched his movements, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he slowly pushed the wheelchair to a stop beside him.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Xie Ji took the initiative to speak.

Shang Luyan was not interested, he rubbed his face against Jian Bailian's suit jacket, and leaned in a comfortable position.

Xie Ji waited patiently for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you notice? Lu Jingyi looks a bit like you."

Seeing that Shang Luyan's back was raised a little, Xie Ji crossed his fingers and said unhurriedly: "She is an omega, and the pheromone is peach flavor."

"And on her face, there is a mole on the right mandible, just like yours."

Shang Luyan remembered that Lu Jingyi's eyes had brushed against his side before going crazy.

In other words, Su Ziyu regarded Lu Jingyi as his...substitute?

Shang Luyan felt that this statement was ridiculous.

But Xie Ji said: "Although it's just a poor substitute, in the eyes of a lunatic, a little similarity is enough."

Shang Luyan was not bypassed, turned his head to meet Xie Ji's long and narrow eyes, and asked indifferently: "So what? Su Ziyu's matter has nothing to do with me."

The corners of Xie Ji's eyes twitched slightly, he straightened his back subconsciously, and his tone was a little excited, "Why has nothing to do with you, if it wasn't for you, how could I be beaten like this? You..."

Unfinished words were choked up.

Shang Luyan saw Xie Ji's eyes froze for a moment, then his shoulders slumped slightly, and his whole body withered, quiet and pale.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and a tall, thin man in black came over.

The face is very strange, so plain that people don't have any memory.

The man walked up to Xie Ji, nodded slightly, and called out: "Boss."

Xie Ji's interlocking fingers tightened, and he ordered in a light tone: "Push me back to the ward."

The man responded, then went around behind Xie Ji, pushed his wheelchair and took him away.

Shang Luyan watched them leave, keeping his eyes on the gender bracelet that symbolized the alpha gender on the man's left hand.

A cold draft blew in through the half-open windows.

Jian Bailian touched Shang Luyan's cold side face, lowered her head to help him tighten the collar of his coat.

As soon as he took off the scarf and wrapped it around Shang Luyan's neck, he heard him whisper, "Professor, I don't think Su Ziyu is dead."

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