He is infinitely reborn in a loop

The lights above the head flickered indefinitely, suppressing the atmosphere to a minimum like a ghost.

Wu Yuan saw something in Wu Yu's clenched fist——

A piece of orange-yellow cloth.

The salty smell of blood lingered for a long time, Wu Yuan was so stimulated that his stomach turned and hurt.The people around him became blurred, he dragged his heavy body, went back to the lounge, poured a cup of hot water, and swallowed the stomach medicine he had with him.

Unexpectedly, after taking the medicine, he didn't feel any relief in his stomach, but more colic, the pain was so dark that his eyes were dark, and he passed out.

Wu Yuan was awakened by the phone in his pocket.

He slowly opened his eyes, the noise next to his ears was very familiar, this is a public dressing room.

The cycle...is back.

Could it be that after Wu Yu died, he would start the cycle again? !

But there seems to be something different.

In the previous cycle, when he woke up, he was surrounded by a little Internet celebrity, that is, Cheng Ling, who Wu Yu hated.

But this time, there was no one around him, and Cheng Ling wasn't in the dressing room either.

He took out his mobile phone, and the screen displayed 18:04.

In the previous cycle, Cheng Ling was called away by the staff, and at the same time, a message came in on his mobile phone, and the time was 18:04.

So Cheng Ling had already been called away, and he didn't meet her because he woke up late.

However, according to the memory of the previous cycle, he should wake up at 18:[-].

why?

Could it be that his waking time is being pushed back? !

Wu Yu, who was covered in blood in his mind, was still circling non-stop, and he didn't have the time to study the change of waking up time.

What matters now is Wu Yu.

In this cycle, there is still a murderer hiding, who is eyeing Wu Yu's life.

Wu Yu's lounge was more than ten meters away from the public dressing room, and he quickly reached the door.

The door is hidden.

He stretched out his hand to push the door open, and the people inside were startled, before turning around, they cursed: "Which brat didn't knock on the door! I want to die—"

Wu Yuan frowned, looking at the middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses.That was Wu Yu's manager, named Lin Dawei.

Because he has been in the industry for a long time, Lin Dawei's seemingly honest and honest Chinese face is actually flattering and shrewd most of the time.

Lin Dawei turned a corner: "I miss you so much! Little ancestor, are you here to find Wu Yu?"

Wu Yuan hated this kind of appellation, but he didn't like to reveal it, he just asked lightly: "Well, what about others."

I saw Lin Dawei's hand hidden behind his back moving, as if he was fiddling with something.

Before Wu Yuan entered, Lin Dawei had already walked out.

Wu Yuan was pushed on the shoulder by him, and he deftly pressed against the door, not letting him in.

Lin Dawei smiled and said, "He's gone to the red carpet."

Before Wu Yuan was pushed to the aisle by Lin Dawei, he spotted something on the table from the corner of his eye - Wu Yu's tablet.

Wu Yu writes songs very casually. When inspiration comes, he can roughly memorize it with a tablet, and he can also simply compose a song.Wu Yuan used Wu Yu's tablet to play games before, and he knew that apart from music demos and games, there was nothing else on it.

Wu Yuan really couldn't think of anything that Lin Dawei could see that was valuable to him from the tablet.

"Don't touch me." Wu Yuan broke free from the hand on his shoulder and leaned against the wall of the aisle.

A mobile phone rang just in time, Lin Dawei glanced at the screen, paused for a moment with a flattering smile, then raised his head and said to Wu Yuan: "I'm going to the stage first."

Seeing him leaving with his mobile phone, Wu Yuan turned around and wanted to go into the lounge to put away the tailor's knife.

As a result, at this moment, the door at the entrance of the corridor slammed loudly, as if someone had entered the stairwell.

Wu Yuan's hand that was about to open the door stopped.

In the last cycle, Wu Yu died in the stairwell.

That's not a good place.

Next to Wu Yuan, a field manager grabbing the intercom flew over for a while, and an assistant holding an iron ran over for a while. The faces of the busy people were exhausted, and no one would pay attention to the little girl who was moving in the stairwell. episode.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the prop room near the entrance of the corridor—a girl in a doll costume without a head, turned out to be Cheng Ling? !

She held the doll gloves in one hand, took off the bulky doll flippers with the other hand, and put on the high heels again. She moved swiftly and smoothly, and went straight into the stairwell after putting them on.

That doll costume!

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. The doll was a Q version of the party, like a Tigger.

The color of Tigger is orange.

It was the cloth that Wu Yu held in his palm when he died!

Is she really a murderer? !

Wu Yuan chased after him directly.

After opening the door of the stairwell, a gust of cool wind blew in, and the inside was empty, with no one in sight.

Wu Yuan stood at the branch of the stairs, thought for a moment, and walked up resolutely.

Going down is the underground parking lot. Although it is also very quiet, in comparison, the abandoned rooftop is the least disturbing place.

Sure enough, as soon as he reached the stairs of the rooftop, he heard——

"Ask me out alone at night..." This is Cheng Ling's voice.

Her voice was very sweet, and she whispered softly in people's ears: "Did you miss me?"

There was a smell of dust on the roof, blowing into the stairwell with the cold wind.

On such a cold day, who asked Cheng Ling to come to this kind of place to suffer from the cold?

Wu Yuan covered his nose and looked out. The place was full of discarded iron frames, wooden boards, and garbage. Through the yellow and green fluorescent headlights around him, he saw Cheng Ling sticking close to a person.

"Heh." The man sneered and pushed Cheng Ling away.

Wu Yuan was taken aback.

That person turned out to be Wu Yu? !

It was Wu Yu who asked Cheng Ling to come to the rooftop to blow the cold wind? !

Why did Wu Yu appear here? Didn't he walk the red carpet?

"My patience is limited." Cheng Ling seemed very annoyed, "You must give up all your resources tonight, post Weibo and quit the circle."

"Who gave you those photos?" Wu Yu's voice sounded colder.

Afraid of being discovered, Wu Yuan retreated behind the door.

So they were talking about "black material"?If Cheng Ling was the murderer in the last cycle, would he hurt Wu Yu at this moment?

His heart was pounding, his ears were listening to the movement outside, and he planned to rush out to stop it if something went wrong.

"What..." Cheng Ling paused, "No one gave it to me, I took those photos myself."

Wu Yu: "You? Make a draft before you tell a lie. I really don't know who you are working for, who forced me to quit?"

"So what if you know? As long as I publish those photos, everyone will know that you have been to that place and done that kind of thing." Cheng Ling sneered, "It's enough to ruin everything about you."

Wu Yuan noticed Cheng Ling's words - those photos, that kind of place, that kind of thing.

He couldn't stop the words "Pornographic" from popping up in his mind, but he knew that Wu Yu was very self-conscious and never went to sensual places.

If these three words had something to do with Wu Yu, Wu Yuan wouldn't believe it even if he killed him.

Wu Yu said coldly, "Try it."

Cheng Ling said in a crying voice: "I really like you, and I don't want to see you lose everything."

Wu Yuan thought in amazement, this Cheng Ling changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, he clearly hated Wu Yu just now, and now he is madly in love?

What kind of neuropathy is this?

"You said you liked me," Wu Yu interrupted her, his deep voice sounded calm, "Then what is that thing you hide in your claws?"

Cheng Ling didn't answer.

Wu Yuan waited for a while, and there were two "puff puff" sounds from the rooftop, which seemed to be the muffled sound of a doll hitting a person.

"Don't come here!" Cheng Ling yelled suddenly.

There was a creaking sound from the iron frame being bumped, followed by the rustling of cloth.

During the noise, Wu Yu said angrily, "Give it to me!"

The two seemed to be fighting, Wu Yuan couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed out.

Cheng Ling turned his back to him, with a messy steel frame at his feet, holding a knife in his hand, and was poking around angrily.

While avoiding the attack, Wu Yu tried to get close to Cheng Ling, trying to grab the knife.

that knife!

It was the knife stuck in Wu Yu's chest in the last cycle.

Cheng Ling is really the murderer!

Wu Yuan was shocked, but his mind quickly calmed down.

Wu Yu is not dead yet, Cheng Ling has not succeeded, he must stop Cheng Ling now.

So he stepped forward quickly, strangled her neck with his elbow from behind, and held Cheng Ling's wrist holding the knife with his right hand.

Wu Yuan: "Don't move!"

Cheng Ling shouted: "Who is it?!"

Wu Yu: "...Dangerous!"

That's too late.

Cheng Ling's reaction was very fast. The moment she finished her question, she slammed her left elbow hard on Wu Yuan's stomach a few times - he had a stomachache and almost vomited blood.

Not enough, Cheng Ling turned his right hand and stabbed with the point of the knife down.

Wu Yuan had no choice but to let go and dodge, extremely thrilling.

Cheng Ling raised his foot and hooked Wu Yuan's leg again. He usually stays at home like a cat and doesn't exercise. It took a lot of energy to dodge three or four tricks, but he couldn't dodge this leg.

bang——

A pile of broken wooden planks were smashed to pieces by his body, and a few of the nearby steel frames were smashed down on him.

Wu Yu loosened his collar, stepped forward quickly, and clasped Cheng Ling's right hand firmly.

Cheng Ling was torn away by Wu Yu, the tip of the knife only scratched the silver-rimmed glasses in front of Wu Yuan's eyebrows—it was already torn to pieces, but saving his life was considered a heroic sacrifice.

Cheng Ling stretched out his left hand in front of his body, and turned his wrist with his right hand to prevent Wu Yu from getting enough of the knife.

Under their pushing and shoving, the knife quickly refracted light, and a strange yellow-green color wandered on Wu Yu's face, and those usually smiling eyes were full of viciousness.

Wu Yuan: "Be careful!"

He stared nervously at the tip of the knife - it was almost touching Wu Yu's skin.

Cheng Ling was petite, and he was not afraid of the tall Wu Yu. He raised his foot and kicked Wu Yu's leg fiercely.

The heel of the shoe was as thin as an awl, Wu Yu gritted his teeth and grunted silently. He still didn't take half a step back, clasping her wrist tightly.

Wu Yuan thought anxiously, this is not going to work!

In the blink of an eye, he took out his mobile phone and shouted: "Stop!! I'm calling the police!"

Cheng Ling's feet stopped instantly, and Wu Yu took advantage of this opening with his left hand and broke her right hand severely - she screamed in pain, her right hand was forced to let go, and the knife fell to the ground.

Cheng Ling broke free from the restraint and reached out to pick it up.

Wu Yu stepped on the handle of the knife, and the blade bounced, and he caught it with one hand.

Wu Yuan thinks this action is too cool.

Wu Yu said angrily: "Don't come here! Back off!" He turned his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling wanted to fight back, but had to retreat a bit after being threatened.

Wu Yuan heaved a sigh of relief when the crisis was resolved.

Wu Yu turned around and walked towards him, his eyes fell on his hands, his face darkened.

Wu Yuan followed his gaze to look at his hand, there was a long hole scratched by a nail on the broken plank, and blood was gurgling.

His hand was lifted by Wu Yu, and it hurt a little.

"Don't move." Wu Yu pulled off the sleeves of his hands, as if he wanted to bandage him.

click-

Cheng Ling shook the phone, and the scene just now was on the screen.

She said coldly, "I'll send you a Weibo post right now to help you come out of the closet. By the way, I will attach photos from before and tell the whole network that you are such a person."

Wu Yuan: "..."

He seemed to understand what the "black material" was at this moment.

If it's true, Wu Yu's homosexuality will cause an immeasurable bloodbath when the current environment does not allow it.

With a sullen face, Wu Yu clenched his fists tightly, like a cheetah ready to go, staring at the struggling prey.

I don't know if Cheng Ling felt the danger, but she seemed to want to stand up.

But because the fight consumed a lot of her strength, her calf suddenly gave way, and she lost her center of gravity and fell down.

"No!" Wu Yuan shouted.

"what!!!"

bang——

There was a muffled sound in the distance, as if someone had thrown a cement bag from upstairs—Cheng Ling had fallen.

Wu Yuan supported the ground with his hands, no matter how much dust was on the ground, and whether the wound would be infected, he quickly ran to the edge of the roof.

"...Don't." Wu Yu grabbed his arm.

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at Wu Yu beside him in a daze. The other party was obviously not getting better, and his face was as pale as paper.

"She's dead?" Wu Yu asked hoarsely.

There were faint voices from downstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.A few vague words of "call the police" and "go up and have a look" entered Wu Yuan's ears.

Cheng Ling is dead?

What would happen to the loop if she was the murderer?

The murderer is dead, it should be over...

But if it ends like this, who should be responsible for Cheng Ling's death?

Wu Yuan's thoughts were confused, the tip of the finger on his arm turned white, and the tighter he squeezed, the clothes were drawn into a deep black shadow.

But Wu Yuan didn't feel the pain at all, because following this hand, he felt Wu Yu's body trembling slightly.

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Wu Yu: Fighting still depends on me.

Wu Yuan: Ah, yes, yes, yes.