The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Xie Xingzhou stopped, turned his head and looked at the person on the bed speechlessly.

Jiang Muye looked innocent and tried to say something.

Dr. Li on the side looked at the two of them for a few moments, then laughed aloud and said, "The patient is awake? Since he is awake, then if there is nothing unusual, he can pack up and leave the hospital after a short rest. I still have patients to take care of. I'll go first."

Xie Xingzhou nodded politely to Dr. Li, and watched the doctor leave the ward.

Then he withdrew his hand, looked coldly at the person on the bed, and said expressionlessly, "Have you pretended enough?"

Jiang Muye slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his heart, pointed to the heart monitor weakly and said: "I was really uncomfortable just now, as you can see, my electrocardiogram looks different from others. "

"It's the same now." Xie Xingzhou glanced at the screen of the heart monitor in the direction he pointed, and said ruthlessly, "I'm leaving the hospital myself, I'll go first."

After that, he glanced at the time, turned around and walked out of the ward.

"Hey, wait for me." Jiang Muye smiled cheekily, got off the hospital bed in twos and twos, put on his shoes and chased Xie Xingzhou out.

As soon as he ran to the door of the ward, he thought of something again, turned his head and ran back quickly, and brought the porridge Xie Xingzhou bought on the bedside table.

When Jiang Muye chased him all the way out of the hospital, Xie Xingzhou had already boarded a taxi and left, leaving only the exhaust fumes and his back fading away.

There were not many cars around, Jiang Muye stood alone on the side of the road, carrying a bowl of lukewarm white porridge.

He grabbed a handful of tangled hair and waited anxiously.

Finally an empty car came, Jiang Muye hurriedly got into the car and pointed to the driver the shadow of the car in front, and chased after Xie Xingzhou's car.

Today is Friday, and there are not many customers in Yipin Bookstore.

Yu Tangtang was writing his cram school homework on a table next to the bar. He didn't study hard, yawned a lot, and from time to time he would lie on the table and doze off lazily.

After finishing his work, Duan Jize came over and raised his hand to knock him on the head.

"Ah! Brother, I don't dare anymore!" Yu Tangtang woke up startled, ran around with his head in his arms, turned around and bumped into Xie Xingzhou who entered the door.

His eyes lit up, he hid behind Xie Xingzhou, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Xingzhou, brother wants to hit me!"

Xie Xingzhou quickly caught him, and after a few words of comfort, he smiled at Duan Jize: "Brother, I have something to do this afternoon, so I'm here now. Is the store busy today?"

"Not busy, not many people." Duan Jize cast a reproachful glance at Yu Tangtang, and replied to Xie Xingzhou: "When a few customers in the store have left, you can close the door and go back to rest."

"Okay, then I'll go to the bookshelf first." Xie Xingzhou pushed the reluctant Yu Tangtang to do his homework on the seat, while he put on an apron and pushed the book cart to the bookshelf to put books.

Duan Jize had already arranged part of the books, and there were not many left. Xie Xingzhou didn't take much effort to take care of them.

He was about to clean the cart when he heard Yu Tangtang at the door saying "Welcome" with his head drooping.

At this time, there were very few students coming to study. Xie Xingzhou glanced at the door strangely, and he saw Jiang Muye hurried in with a bowl of porridge.

The slender figure at the door stood still, gasped slightly and looked at Xie Xingzhou, then smiled slyly.

Xie Xingzhou glared at him, but ignored him.

Jiang Muye didn't care, he took the porridge by himself, sat down in a corner, opened the box and ate with relish.

There were two or three girls sitting at the table next to Jiang Muye, whispering to each other while packing their things, and seemed to be leaving soon.

Before leaving, they waved to Xie Xingzhou: "Waiter!"

Xie Xingzhou stopped what he was doing and walked over, and inevitably stood by Jiang Muye's table, and asked several female guests, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Muye propped his chin, staring at Xie Xingzhou's back with great interest.

He watched and suddenly remembered what Liang Fu said about Xie Xingzhou, and his eyes fell on the waist outlined by the apron in front of him. He couldn't help but clenched the spoon in his hand, feeling a little itchy.

The girls in front of them didn't seem to have any serious needs, but looked at Xie Xingzhou mysteriously and asked, "Are you Xie Xingzhou from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"It's me." Xie Xingzhou nodded, looking at them puzzled.

One of the girls with long straight hair continued: "Senior Xie, I heard that the study room of your Academy of Fine Arts has been haunted recently, is it true?"

Xie Xingzhou frowned slightly, and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know."

"Ah?" The long straight hair looked regretful, but then he said with a serious expression: "I heard that you often go to the self-study room for graduation in your graduation year. Since you are lucky and didn't run into each other, then don't do it again. I went there at night. I heard them say that the light in the bathroom on the first floor of the study room was broken. Someone saw a female ghost in red clothes squatting on the ground crying in the dark corridor and drawing on the ground with a blood-stained paintbrush, saying yes During the cleaning and cleaning during the day, there are strange red symbols on the ground, which are strange, and now the forum has spread, making people panic, seniors, you should pay more attention in the future!"

"Understood, thank you." Xie Xingzhou couldn't help but clenched the menu in his hand, his expression seemed calm.

Those girls nodded, stood up from their seats, put their bags on their backs and prepared to leave. Before leaving, they repeatedly told Xie Xingzhou: "Senior, remember, don't go to the study room at night to complete the final project!"

Xie Xingzhou nodded to them and watched them leave, but his mind was still thinking about what they had just said.

He is an atheist, but he is actually quite afraid of these things.

Because although he doesn't think there are ghosts in this world, he doesn't dare to imagine those scenes - the bright red skirt, the pale face, and the crying of Ai Ai...

"Hello." A pair of hands slowly wrapped around his waist, and a deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Xie Xingzhou trembled in fright, his face turned pale for a moment, and he turned his head to meet Jiang Muye's playful gaze.

"Nervous!" Xie Xingzhou stabilized his mind, and wordlessly smashed the menu in his hand onto Jiang Muye's chest.

Jiang Muye's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he took Xie Xingzhou's hand, jokingly said, "Afraid of ghosts?"

Xie Xingzhou didn't say anything, just glared at him and withdrew his hand to leave.

Jiang Muye caught up and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you."

"No need." Xie Xingzhou said coldly, "The shop is about to close, so please walk slowly."

"But it's getting dark, what if the female ghost runs out of the school and hides on a night road?" Jiang Muye glanced at the dark night outside the store, and said in a nonsensical way, "Why don't I take you back, I Don't be afraid."

Xie Xingzhou turned his head and looked coldly at the person in front of him.

But Jiang Muye seemed to be very persistent, his lips moved eagerly, and he wanted to talk nonsense again.

First he faked fainting in the hospital, and now he's pretending to be a ghost.

Xie Xingzhou couldn't stand him, so he raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "No, I'm going back with brother."

"Who?" Jiang Muye was slightly taken aback.

Xie Xingzhou didn't answer, so he followed Xie Xingzhou's gaze and saw Duan Jize who was guarding Yu Tangtang at the bar counter packing his schoolbag.

He didn't look for long, Xie Xingzhou turned sideways to block his sight, smiled, and said, "Brother Yu Ze is not afraid, I will walk with him, I feel at ease."

"Oh, really."

The person opposite was silent for a long time, and after a while, he nodded and looked away.

Jiang Muye blinked impatiently, and smiled wryly, "Understood, be careful."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away with his pockets in his pockets - his back was a little stiff, but he tried his best to look natural and unrestrained.

Xie Xingzhou felt a little strange that Jiang Muye didn't make a fuss.

He was stunned for a while, then looked away from the door, and lowered his head to clean up the garbage left by the female guest.

Those girls didn't leave much rubbish, only a few manuscript papers and unfinished drinks.

Xie Xingzhou was a little slow to clean up. After putting the drinks on the tray, he picked up the upside-down manuscript papers.

The draft paper seems to be a painting drawn by one of the girls. In the picture is a female ghost with disheveled hair and a hideous face, surrounded by severed limbs, which are covered with messy blood stains with a red oil-based pen.

This should be because they were talking about gossip in a concrete way, so they drew the content while talking-the other party's drawing skills are good, and the drawing is very realistic.

Xie Xingzhou froze from fright, and the rich images he had imagined flooded into his mind again. He shook his head violently, crumpled up the manuscript paper, and threw it into the trash can.

"Xingzhou, what's the matter?" Duan Jize tidied up the other side, seeing Xie Xingzhou in a daze, he came over and asked concerned.

Xie Xingzhou turned his head, his face was still a little pale, he smiled: "It's okay, are you going to close the door?"

"Well, let's pack up and go." Duan Jize took the tray from Xie Xingzhou, turned around and went to the kitchen to clean it.

Xie Xingzhou took off his apron, and waited for Duan Jize to go out with Yu Tangtang at the door.

Today Yu Tangtang surprisingly didn't come to pester Xie Xingzhou right away, but sat alone on the small sofa by the door, playing with something.

Xie Xingzhou glanced at Yu Tangtang, and found that what he was holding in his hand was actually a white eustoma.

This eustoma is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Xie Xingzhou was slightly stunned, and after a while he remembered - the petals of the tattoo on Jiang Muye's body seemed to be exactly the same as this one.

"Brother Xingzhou, do you like flowers too? This is for you." Yu Tangtang saw that he was staring at his hands in a daze, so he handed over the eustoma in his hand.

Xie Xingzhou didn't answer, Yu Tangtang said again: "This is left by the guest just now, Brother Xingzhou, do you know him? He didn't say who it was for, but it should be for you. Take it for fun, you won't be angry, will you?"

"It's okay." Xie Xingzhou came back to his senses, and smiled at Yu Tangtang: "You can play with it, I... don't like it."

"Okay!" Yu Tangtang was very happy, and took the eustoma to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Xie Xingzhou stared at him in a daze for a while.

Duan Jize packed up quickly and told them to close the door and go back.

The three of them walked on the familiar road, the road leading to the rental housing complex was still as quiet as usual, but Xie Xingzhou didn't dare to walk on the inner side closest to the darkness as usual.

Yu Tangtang asked him what was wrong, but he just smiled and said it was all right.

Xie Xingzhou had no class on Saturday, but his tutor invited him to discuss his final works, and the venue was set in the study room of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Xie Xingzhou works part-time at Yipin Bookstore in the morning, and goes to the self-study room of the Academy of Fine Arts in the afternoon to meet the tutor's appointment.

The mentor was Feng Ji who had brought him before. Feng Ji always felt guilty because of the malicious report of his work before, so he paid more and more attention to Xie Xingzhou. This time he even brought a few graduate students to help.

After an afternoon of discussion, Xie Xingzhou solved several problems that had been bothering him. After thanking Feng Ji and his senior brothers and sisters, he stayed alone in the study room to deal with the next problems.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was getting dark before I knew it.

Xie Xingzhou finally finished the last part. He stood up with his sore waist and twisted his neck.

I just immersed myself in the design and didn't notice it, but now I realized that the floor of the study room is surprisingly quiet. Among the study rooms around, he seemed to be the only one with lights on.

The window of the study room was left open, and the cool night wind blew in, making Xie Xingzhou shiver from the cold.

He almost immediately remembered what the female guests said yesterday, and probably guessed that because of the rumors of ghosts, the study room was deserted at night, and he was the only one who forgot the time unconsciously.

What Xie Xingzhou is afraid of is the images in his heart and the hints of terror, but he knows that there is no such thing in this world.

So he could only comfort himself constantly, stood up and packed up his things, carried the drawing board on his back and left the study room.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor were indeed broken as rumored, and the long corridor was dark.

To walk from Xie Xingzhou's study room to the first corner, one needs to pass through three empty study rooms.

As his back got colder and colder, Xie Xingzhou walked faster and faster.

When there was the last study room left, a burst of intermittent sobbing suddenly came from behind.

It was a woman's cry, not close, but because the corridor was too empty, it seemed that the voice was erratic, sometimes in the ears, sometimes behind.

Xie Xingzhou's footsteps froze suddenly, and his whole body was shaking.

He didn't expect that the rumors turned out to be true!

Xie Xingzhou didn't dare to look back, his heart was pounding, he looked for the first corner ahead, and ran towards the corner with stiff and erratic steps.

A black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and some hands grabbed Xie Xingzhou's arm, dragging him to the other side of the corner.

Xie Xingzhou was so nervous that he almost cried out, and covered his mouth with warm palms.

He immediately fell into a firm embrace, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Xie Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and collapsed into the arms of the person behind him, a line of tears was frightened and fell into Jiang Muye's palm.

The author has something to say:

The haunting wasn't caused by Jiang Muye, I'll explain it for him, hahahaha it's too difficult

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