The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

Yang Yan was fidgeting on the armchair in the room.

Weibo hot searches are buzzing with excitement. Reporters who heard the news gathered downstairs in the hotel. Wu Zai sent him a message just now, saying in horror that there are too many reporters. He has just broken through the security and rushed upstairs to block people.

However, Yang Yan at the moment doesn't care about these at all.

He was trying to call Lin Siji for the fourth time, but he still only got a busy reply.

Yang Yan clutched the phone for two seconds, then threw it aside as if venting.

The phone bumped heavily on the carpet twice, making a dull sound.

Yang Yan held her head in both hands, inserted her knuckles into her hair, and thought irritably.

Lin Siji won't pick it up.

Just like seven years ago, he prevaricated the breakup with outrageous reasons.

Hypocritically say "I also have my own life".

In fact, he changed other people's life without expression, and when questioned by others, he still kept silent, pretending to be stupid and not admitting anything.

It's really irritating.

Yang Yan messed up her hair and pieced together the existing clues.

The inexplicable estrangement seven years ago, the discarded manuscript given by Chen Mingru, and the issue of sexual orientation now popping up.

Yang Yan vaguely restored the truth of the year.

He recalled the last conversation he had with Lin Siji in the car.

Lin Siji said lightly that life was not good, and it repeatedly appeared in his dreams for several years.

So Yang Yan couldn't get better.

He spent countless sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, puzzled.

Since the established ending is that both of them are not doing well, why should they separate?

Now Yang Yan finally understood Lin Siji's reason.

A reason for "protection" that made him very dissatisfied and angry.

What made Yang Yan even more nervous was that Lin Siji seemed to want to repeat his old tricks and keep himself safe by staying away or even self-destructing.

After realizing this point, Yang Yan almost wanted to grab Lin Siji by the collar and yell at him that he didn't need this kind of "protection".

But Lin Siji also showed his stubbornness of not being able to listen through four hung up calls.

So the method of hindering Lin Siji's actions from the root failed.

Yang Yan got up and picked up the phone.

To prevent Lin Siji from sending out the prepared draft.

The first method Yang Yan thought of was to post a statement on Weibo.

But this idea was quickly vetoed by him. Let’s not say that Jin Lai owns the control of his Weibo account, and it only takes a few minutes to delete the statement that he issued. Let’s talk about how and what the statement will be, and what consequences it will cause , Will it be self-defeating...Yang Yan is not sure.

If Yang Yan denies that he is a minority, then public opinion will be led away by Lin Siji's tricks, but if he admits, the movie "Double-Faced Life" will be hit hard.And if he was more impulsive, he would directly protect Lin Siji on Weibo...

With Yang Yan's current homosexual status reported on the Internet, this kind of protection not only cannot extract Lin Siji, but may drag him into a more complicated vortex.

So hastily responding on the Internet is not a good choice.

Yang Yan had a flash of inspiration.

He suddenly remembered that before Lin Siji hung up the phone, he said that he was going to Jinlai to discuss with the people in the PR department how to deal with public opinion.

In other words, Lin Siji has not yet formally started to do it, and is still in the planning stage. The specific operation needs to be implemented after negotiating with Jinlai.

It needs to be stopped before the plan is finalized.

Yang Yan unlocked the screen and quickly sent a message to Wu Zai, asking him to arrange a car to take him to Jinlai.

Wu Zai was shocked.

"How do you get out now?"

Several voice messages were sent one after another, and Wu Zai spoke quickly: "There are reporters everywhere in the hotel, maybe there are some illegitimate proxies taking pictures in troubled waters, the elevator entrance is blocked, and you will be surrounded as soon as you go out."

Regarding his concerns, Yang Yan only replied calmly, don't worry, just contact the car.

"If you don't go to the company to settle the matter, the reporters won't leave for as long as you wait."

Wu Zai couldn't stand Yang Yan's insistence, so he had no choice but to arrange the car at the side door.

He was still worried: "Do you want me to pick you up, or arrange some bodyguards to go up?"

"No need." Yang Yan said, "It will be easier to get blocked that way, and at this point, where do you find bodyguards. I can go down by myself."

Wu Zai was still worried, and wanted to give some advice, but Yang Yan hung up the phone first, and he was the only one left anxiously facing the phone.

Yang Yan put on his coat and walked to the door.

Wu Zai was not exaggerating, there were bursts of footsteps outside the door, and there were disputes between the crew and reporters from time to time.

Yang Yan stayed at the door for a while.

During this period, his mobile phone kept vibrating. Yang Yan picked it up to take a look, and found that Wu Zai's news was swiping the screen, so he turned the mobile phone to silent and put it back in his pocket.

When the sound became quieter and the door became quiet again, Yang Yan looked out from the cat's eyes.

There were no reporters in sight.

He put on the hood without hesitation, put it on the door of the room and went out.

Yang Yan usually doesn't have a good sense of direction, but he doesn't have the problem of being a road idiot. In addition, he has lived in this hotel for a long time and has a general understanding of the layout of the hotel, so the direction of progress is fairly clear.

Wu Zai said that there was a reporter in the elevator waiting for him. Although he said that the reporter could not do anything to him, but the siege and constant inquiries were really troublesome. Yang Yan still hoped to avoid this.

So he went out and headed for the stairwell.

All went well until we reached the stairwell door.

There was no one in the corridor, and Yang Yan was not noticed.

But the reporter is not a fool. When there are people waiting for the elevator, some people will naturally think that Yang Yan might turn to the stairs and run to the stairwell to block him.

Through the glass on the door, Yang Yan saw the reporters sitting sparsely on the steps in the stairwell.

But he has no other choice, and the elevator situation is more troublesome.

So he opened the door and walked down quickly. Before the reporter could react when sitting on the first few stairs, Yang Yan had already crossed half a floor lightly.

The reporter was not a vegetarian either, so a big man came out of the corridor, wearing a hat and bowing his head.

Any fool can guess his identity.

The reporter who reacted jumped up, shouting Yang Yan's name and rushed up.

Their fuss directly woke up all the reporters waiting in the stairwell.

The reporters who were left behind by Yang Yan rushed down, and the reporters downstairs ran up. Some of them were keen, and when they heard the movement in the corridor, they rushed over to join in the fun.

Back and forth, Yang Yan was surrounded tightly, and the flashing lights in all directions were dazzling. He was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only feel his way down a little bit.

Yang Yan slowly moved to the first floor, but encountered difficulties when he wanted to go out.

It was okay when he went downstairs, but he forced himself to squeeze down. Even if the reporter was not willing to give way, he would forcefully move his position because of his advancing trend.

However, the exit of the stairwell in front of me is only the width of two people, and it is tightly surrounded inside and out. It is not easy to squeeze out. The few reporters who blocked the door even put the camera in front of Yang Yan. , thinking that if Yang Yan forcibly breaks through, he can use this to make a fuss and label him as "beating a reporter" and "damaging property" to earn a lot of traffic.

Yang Yan tried to go out, but failed after squeezing several times.

He stopped and said coldly, "Please let me go."

The group of reporters remained motionless, and no one planned to give way.

The reporters in front of him and the reporters beside him excitedly moved all kinds of radio equipment a little closer to him because Yang Yan finally got out of silence.

Crowded heads, noisy voices, microphones jammed up to the tip of the nose.

Everything made Yang Yan feel extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't sleep well last night, he didn't eat anything in the morning, he was stimulated again just now, and now he is trapped in a closed space with dozens of people.

Yang Yan frowned, feeling short of breath and the air was a little thinner.

Not the first time I had a familiar reaction.

Yang Yan knew that he was about to suffer from hypoglycemia.

Reflexively, he glanced at the doorknob half an arm away from him—the closest fulcrum he could find.

But at this moment, with his hand sandwiched between the two reporters, it was impossible for him to be reached.

Yang Yan's breathing became more and more rapid, tinnitus and dizziness came to his head one after another.

Reporters around noticed something was wrong with him, but all they did was excitedly point the camera forward again.

Yang Yan felt that even if he died suddenly on the spot, the reporters would probably just carve up his body with their cameras, and then post the photos on the Internet with shocking text...

In other words, it might be this kind of development that reporters are most looking forward to.

Yang Yan became more and more sick. He suppressed the desire to kneel down and retch, and struggled a few steps out with a cold face.

Machines and reporters still blocked the door, refusing to give way.

Yang Yan was only a hair away from coma, he couldn't see the face in front of him clearly, only black and white noise flickered in front of him.

He took a step forward, but was blocked by the people in front. When he wanted to retreat, he found that the reporters surrounding him also rushed up, blocking the road.

Yang Yan was in a terrible mood, Lin Siji didn't know when he would send out the draft, but he was trapped here at the moment, not to mention stopping it, it was a question of whether he could go out standing upright.

While he was struggling drowsily, someone tripped over his hind legs stuck in the crowd.

This undoubtedly made the situation worse.

Yang Yan staggered, his shaky body couldn't stand anymore, and he fell forward in a daze.

The group of reporters suddenly became restless, and the noise roared into Yang Yan's ears.

His vision went down all the way, from the crowd to the ground, and the shadows of legs and feet and the tiles on the floor were enlarged in his sight.

Just when he was about to fall headfirst on the reporters blocking the road in front of him, the downward trend stopped suddenly.

Yang Yan felt that he was being supported. This feeling was familiar for a long time, like a certain hypoglycemia attack and coma a few years ago, someone also supported him in this way in a daze.

Lin Siji grabbed Yang Yan's shoulders and let most of his body lean against him.

He had just forced his way through the crowd, and the reporters pushing away behind him complained loudly...

Lin Siji supported Yang Yan, confirmed that he was only hypoxic and hypoglycemic before raising his head.

He took a step forward with the people, and the cold gaze made the reporter in the front unconsciously take half a step back.

Lin Siji looked down at the person blocking the way, and said emotionlessly: "Excuse me, let me go."

There is a 100% chance to capture a fox when you raise the camera to a cat in a weakened state