Sir, I'm not good

"Shu Xian! What the hell did you say to Xu Tianzhe that day!"

Jian Wan roared angrily, and directly smashed the tablet in her hand.

Shu Zhan didn't hide, his chest was hit hard.

The tablet fell to the ground, and the screen was instantly shattered, with news about Xu Tianzhe's suicide flashing on it.

"You tell me this matter has nothing to do with you! Shu Xian, tell me!"

Jian Wan grabbed Shu Xian's collar and screamed against Shu Xian's face, as if as long as she shouted loud enough, Shu Xian would give her an affirmative answer.

Ke Shuxian didn't speak.

Seeing that Jian Wan was about to hit someone, Yu Jingcheng quickly stood up and came over to fight, hugging Jian Wan's waist and pulling back.

"If you let me go, Yu Jingcheng, don't you fucking want to know!"

"I trust my brother!"

Yu Jingcheng put Jian Wan down on the sofa and yelled at her, but his voice was shaking, he couldn't believe it.

Xu Tianzhe committed suicide two days after meeting Shu Xian, and is still lying in the intensive care unit. It is unbelievable to say that it has nothing to do with Shu Xian.

Jian Wan collapsed on the sofa and gasped for breath.

Her eyes were firmly locked on Shu Xian, she hoped to see even a trace of innocence and grievance, he wanted Shu Xian to tell her that this matter had nothing to do with him at all, it was her thinking too much.

How could Shu Xian kill someone?

Even if it's hatred, even if Xu Tianzhe is the murderer behind the scenes, Shu Xian can't solve the problem in this way, right?

Besides, didn't Shu Xian also say that?Death is too easy, and living is painful, so how could he commit suicide so easily?

Impossible, Shu Xian can't...

"Please Shu Xian, please tell me that this matter has nothing to do with you..." Every syllable trembled, and Jian Wan was terribly afraid.

But it backfired.

After a long silence, Shu Xian finally spoke.

"Sorry, Jian Wan."

Not only Jian Wan, but Yu Jingcheng was also stunned, as if the pause button had been pressed, even his breathing stopped.

"Shu Xian, what's wrong with you..."

With tears streaming down her face, Jian Wan asked dully, but her eyes didn't fall on Shu Xian.It seems that this sentence was not meant for Shu Xian, and there is no need for Shu Xian to answer her.

She knew that Bai Yu was very important.

She also knew that Shu Xian was not a good person.

But she didn't know that Shu Xian would have human life on his hands, even if the investigation result was suicide, but no matter how you looked at it, it was Shu Xian who was manipulating it.

She doesn't know Shu Xian anymore.

Soon, Jian Wan slammed the door and came out, the sound made the glass tremble.

Yu Jingcheng sat on the sofa, crossed his hands on his forehead, his face was gloomy, he held many words in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

"Brother, I'll go first, you take care of yourself."

Until Yu Jingcheng left, Shu Xian still stood in the living room, maintaining his original posture, motionless.

Finally, they all left.

After an unknown amount of time, Shu Xian heaved a sigh of relief, as if disappointed, but also relieved.

When he saw Xu Tianzhe's news, he felt it was reasonable, but it was unexpected.

It turns out that when people are desperate to a certain extent, they will really give up their lives without hesitation.

At that moment, he was a little envious of Xu Tianzhe.

I envy him enough to be desperate, envy him for having the courage to choose death.

But he can't, Bai Yu gave him too much despair, but some people keep appearing to obstruct his death.

Relatives, friends, hatred, and the last sentence "I love you" are all tearing at him, like a hook on flesh, forcibly pulling him back from the brink of death, bloody and bloody.

It's so difficult, love is really too difficult, one of Gu Yinian and Bai Yu makes him want to die in love, and the other makes him want to use death to fall in love.

What is the point of his life?

A great emptiness and disappointment rushed into his heart, making him unable to breathe.

It's like dying, but I can't...

Shu Xian seemed to have lost his soul, he lifted up his sleeves indifferently, and ugly scratches pierced his eyes.

Seeing the scabbed scar, Shu Xian's eyes were blank, and he put his hand on it unconsciously, and stroked it slowly.

Suddenly, the fingertips began to exert force unconsciously.

The skin mixed with blood scabs embedded in the gaps of the nails, bright hot liquid flowed down, and the pain that followed made Shu Xian feel intoxicated.

The originally fair forearm was dripping with blood, dripping, and the floor was soaked.

But Shu Xian seemed to be possessed by a demon, his breathing gradually became rapid, his pupils constricted, and his panting sound was full of unbearable.

"Ding-dong-"

"..."

The sudden ringing of the doorbell wakes up Shu Xian from the obsessive self-mutilation.

Shu Xian just looked at the blood all over the place, but he wasn't surprised at all.He walked towards the door indifferently, but did not respond aloud.

I don't know who came to him at this time, let's take a look first, and then just pretend not to be at home.

Thinking of this, Shu Xian lay down beside the cat's eyes, and then fell silent.

Because there was no answer and no one opened the door, Gu Yinian rang the doorbell again, but after waiting for a while, no one came to answer the door.

He looked through the cat's eyes, and it seemed to be dark, and the light was not turned on. Is Shu Xian not at home?

Although it looked like he was definitely not there, Gu Yinian felt a little inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, which made him unable to move his legs to leave, hesitated for a moment, and rang the doorbell again.

After a long time, the door was still not opened.

Gu Yinian lowered his eyes and turned around.

Shu Xian watched through the cat's eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Gu Yinian was going to leave, but... why did he lean against the opposite wall and smoke a cigarette!

Forget it, just wait if you want to.

Shu Xian looked at the blood on his arm, he knew that letting Gu Yinian in would definitely cause trouble.

So Shu Xian turned around silently, walked towards the bathroom without turning on the light, washed the blood on his arm, then took a rag and cleaning fluid, lay down on the floor and began to clean up the blood.

Although Bai Yu's house was decorated according to the minimalist style they discussed in high school, it looked plain and simple, but it was ridiculously expensive.

Just like this pure wool carpet, Shu Xian wiped it carefully for a long time, but it was still not clean.

He sat slumped on the floor looking at the bloodstain, and sighed, don't rich people think about cleaning the furniture?Do you change it when it gets dirty?

I was wondering whether to buy a new carpet when the phone on the coffee table turned on.

Shu Xian walked over to pick it up, and was stunned when he saw the text message.

In many cases, being forgetful is actually a good thing.Some things are annoying if you remember them too firmly, for example, Gu Yinian's phone number.

This text message has no notes.

But he could recognize this phone number as Gu Yinian at a glance, without thinking, he could recognize it subconsciously.

Really annoying.

Shu Xian frowned, thinking he probably asked him why he wasn't home before leaving, so he clicked on the text message.

——5 minutes, if you don’t reply to my message, I will call you, so nothing will happen.

Staring at the news, Shu Xian twitched a sneer.

This kind of commanding tone is really unique to Gu Yinian.

Looking at the situation, did Gu Yinian hear the voice and knew he was at home?

But so what?If he didn't reply to the message, could it be possible that Gu Yinian could still lock the door for him?

Just as he was thinking, a phone call popped up.

Shu Xian frowned, and stroked it smoothly.

Outside the door, Gu Yinian heard "the number you dialed is in progress", leaning against the cold tiles, paddled down exhaustedly, and squatted down on the ground.

Inexplicably, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

Being able to hang up on his phone means that nothing has happened yet, which is fine.

[The author has something to say]:

I've been posting in such a rush these days, I always forget to thank you for the reward, so I'll make it up!

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