And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

It’s over.

Listening to the howling wind, Sheng Zhixin closed his eyes in despair.

That's it...that's it.

But the arm across his chest suddenly loosened.

Sheng Zhixin landed on the ground, turned around in surprise, but saw the security guard cover his eyes and take a few steps back, leaning against the wall and howling repeatedly.

A strong hand clamped his arm fiercely, and he raised his head to meet a pair of emotionless eyes.

Sheng Zhixin gasped for breath and said in disbelief, "Cen, Cen..."

Cen Zhi pursed her lips, quickly put on the mask, picked him up on her back, turned around and hurried out of the passageway, leaving behind the barking dogs and human voices.

Outside the passageway, Nie Yingzhe had been notified that several tall and burly security guards were blocking the lawn outside the exits of each emergency passageway, waiting for the fleeing people to come to the door by themselves.

Cen Zhi hid behind the iron gate sideways, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to hunt, if it doesn't move, it will be bloody if it moves.

The muscles on his back were tense, he bent down slightly, and rushed out from behind the iron gate, and brought down the security guard with a neat hand knife.

The security guard was dragged to hide behind the safe passage door. Cen Zhi took out the walkie-talkie from his waist, adjusted the frequency skillfully, cleared his throat and said, "'Mouse' is at Exit No. [-]."

The voice was hoarse, and it didn't match his usual voice in interviews, but unexpectedly it fit the strong man lying on the ground.

The walkie-talkie rang twice, and a deep voice came out: "Got it."

Cen Zhi stuffed the walkie-talkie back onto the security guard's waistband, leaned against the wall and left the exit of the passageway, ran silently in a place where there was no light, and finally came to a certain hidden railing.

He whispered, "Wen Gu."

"went well?"

"Successful," Cen Zhi said, "you pick up someone."

As he spoke, he put Sheng Zhixin off his back, carried him over the barbed wire on the railing, and fell into another person's arms.

Sheng Zhixin's eyes were sour, and he said in a low voice, "Teacher Wen."

Wen Gu's movements paused, his fingertips brushed his cheeks, but without saying a word, he immediately took Cen Zhi out from behind the railing.

The security guards probably realized that they had been cheated, and a fierce quarrel broke out on the lawn behind the clubhouse.

Sheng Zhixin finally escaped, trembling and leaning against the car door, the injuries on his ankles and his back screamed together, the pain caused his eyes to turn black, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Immediately afterwards, he was hugged tightly by someone.

The embrace was warm and firm, and his panicked heart slowly settled down.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay," Wen Gu said in a low voice, with an undetectable tremor in his voice, "Let's go home."

***

Sheng Zhixin's dream that night was chaotic.

For a while, he dreamed that he was facing several leaders with very different looks when he first signed the contract.Their mouths opened and closed like goldfish, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.After a while, it turned into Ai Xin's face again, which slowly overlapped with a dark and greasy figure in memory, lingering behind him not too far away, choking his throat like a nightmare.

Are you going to die?

Sheng Zhixin struggled desperately.

He didn't know why he was struggling, but there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him not to fall down, but to climb up and move forward.

Move forward.

Someone is waiting for you ahead.

Like a drowning person grabbing a floating board, Sheng Zhixin suddenly opened his eyes, panting violently, and looked at the snow-white ceiling.

The electrocardiogram machine beeped unhurriedly beside him, and he swallowed, startled by the dryness of his throat.

This is in the hospital.

The horror and madness of that night slowly returned to his memory, making him shudder all over.

Did he escape, or was he captured?

When he was so panicked that he almost struggled to get out of bed and escape, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Sheng Zhixin closed his eyes subconsciously, pretending to be still asleep, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

The man walked slowly to his bed and sat down, seeming to be watching him quietly.

who is it?

Sheng Zhixin's hands hidden under the quilt slowly clenched tightly, thinking that if he did anything wrong to him, he would surprise him, but the man only reached out and patted his head.

The movement of that hand was restrained and forbearing, and it slowly brushed across his forehead and landed on his cheek, followed by a soft sigh with indistinguishable emotions.

Sheng Zhixin froze when he heard this sigh.

It's warm.

The second half of the memory was long overdue, flooding in like a tide of poor contact.

I was rescued that night, and the person who came to rescue me was Wen Guhe...

Cen Zhi.

Thinking of this, a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

Why did the actor come to rescue him?

And why is the actor so good, no different from those trained bodyguards?

Before he could figure it out, the people around him had already stood up, as if they wanted to leave.

Sheng Zhixin subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to keep him, but then remembered that he was in a "coma", so he could barely restrain his inner desire, listening to the sound of footsteps disappearing outside the door.

And not long after, a burst of exhaustion slowly rolled up, and he closed his eyes and fell into a coma again. When he woke up again, it was already evening.

Sheng Zhixin intuitively realized that there was someone in the room, so he slowly opened his eyes, and saw Cen Zhi sitting not far away, looking at him as if examining a prisoner.

Although it was strange, Sheng Zhixin was sure that that look was definitely "scrutiny", not "concern".

He groaned unconsciously, his eyes turned around in the room, and fell on the person by the window.

Wen Gu was leaning against the window and talking on the phone in a low voice. The setting sun shone in from the outside, and just rightly inlaid a layer of gold on the outline of his facial features, which was very beautiful.

"Sheng Zhixin."

Cen Zhi suddenly called out to him without any warning, startled him, and subconsciously let out a "hmm".

Wen Gu also turned his head when he heard the words, and gave Cen Zhi an unkind look.Cen Zhi seemed to have sensed his killing intent, coughed lightly, and slowed down his voice: "How do you feel?"

Sheng Zhixin told the truth: "It's fine except that the legs and back will be split."

"After being sent to the hospital, a comprehensive test was performed on your blood," Cen Zhi said, "You are not contaminated with poison or other things, which is a good thing."

Sheng Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief, and when he was about to say something, he heard him say, "But if possible, I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Secret what?" Sheng Zhixin asked, "Is it this matter or..."

"About meeting me."

Almost at the next moment, Cen Zhi took out a mask from his pocket and covered his face: "I don't want others to know that I've been here, and I don't want others to know that I showed up in the clubhouse last night."

Wen Gu suddenly whispered: "Then you are still wandering around here?"

Cen Zhi choked for breath: "You don't need to be so hostile to me."

"How can it be hostility?" Wen Gu said, "I'm worried about you."

"Worried...you worry about others too?"

Cen Zhi sneered: "We are even now, you saved my life back then, I saved your people now, the two are settled, don't bother me in the future."

After he finished speaking, he took a look at Sheng Zhixin: "You have a good rest, don't go out to work for the next two days. Maybe my colleagues will come to record the statement later, don't be too nervous, just tell the truth."

Sheng Zhixin nodded, and suddenly stopped him: "That Cen... the actor."

Cen Zhi frowned with two sword eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"I have a phone with me," he said, "and that phone has pictures of me."

Cen Zhi's expression moved slightly: "Photo?"

"Most of the photos I took of the clubhouse were of the rooms inside, but some of them should have captured people," Sheng Zhixin said. "There was also a photo of drugs, and I sent it to Teacher Wen."

There was a trace of surprise in Cen Zhi's eyes.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Wen Gu, you really are going back as you live."

Wen Gu let out a "hmm", sounding like he didn't want to talk to him.

"Everyone knows to save themselves by keeping evidence. Last time you asked someone to give me the audio recording, right?" Cen Zhi didn't hide his sarcasm, "He doesn't panic, look at you again, he panicked What's it like?"

Panic?

Sheng Zhixin subconsciously glanced at Wen Gu.

Knowing Wen Gu for so long, he has never seen other emotions other than "calmness" in this person, as if he has always won the victory and will not worry about anything.

"You talk a lot," Wen Gu said, "Get lost, Luo Zhihuai is going to come to me again in a while to question my teacher."

Cen Zhi glanced at him, nodded to Sheng Zhixin, opened the door and left.

There was a moment of silence in the ward, which made Sheng Zhixin feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know what he was looking forward to, but his heart was beating fast, and there were many questions circling in his mind. Finally, he could only ask softly, "Mr. Wen, Cen... the best actor, who is he?"

Wen Gu put the phone back into his pocket, pulled a chair and sat beside his bed: "It's very complicated, I can't say."

"Is he a policeman?" Sheng Zhixin frowned, "He just said that his colleagues would come to record my statement..."

A smile appeared in Wen Gu's eyes: "Have guessed half correctly, and keep the rest secret."

Sheng Zhixin let out a muffled "Oh": "Then how did you know each other?"

"He and I...his family members are classmates," Wen Gu said. "At that time, the school was infiltrated by a cult/religious organization, and they were looking for people everywhere to recruit them into the club."

Sheng Zhixin's eyes widened: "You won't also..."

"Of course I don't. I'm crazy to believe that stuff," Wen Gu said. "It's our roommate who disappeared for a week without any reason. His mother was sitting at the school gate crying. I was annoyed by it, so I took a leaflet and found it myself." I went over there, thinking about getting my roommate out, but I ran into that heartless Cen Zhi inside."

Although he only talked about such a past event lightly, Sheng Zhixin could feel that there seemed to be a "reign of terror" hidden behind it.

The ward fell silent again, except for the tireless beeping of the electrocardiograph.

Sheng Zhixin was hiding something in his heart, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, just about to say that he was going to sleep to escape this difficult solitude, but suddenly he heard him say: "Xiao Sheng, I have something to tell you."