A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The biting cold pierced into Shu Ange's body like an awl.

She moved, her numb and cold body, as if she didn't belong to her at all.

She tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, and all she could see was a dazzling red.

"Go to hell, He Yunlan, that **** who should have died!"

"What is a guinea pig, and dare to pester our little Mo."

"Do you really love me, do you really love me, why don't you prove it by death?"

Countless sharp and noisy voices fought in Shu Ange's head.

She didn't have time to distinguish these, and with the little strength she had left, she picked up the mobile phone next to her and dialed 120.

"Help me, help, Lijing Apartment No. 3203."

Her voice was dry, like nails hanging from rough frosted glass.

The house number of the apartment is generally engraved in the depths of the original owner's soul.

After doing all this, Shu Ange rolled over and climbed out of the bathtub.

The original owner's pure white dress was stained red with blood.

She was like a fish out of water, her eyes were slightly opened and her eyes widened.

There was a harsh whistling of an ambulance downstairs, and Shu Ange listened quietly until the medical staff broke through the door and carried her onto a stretcher in shock.

Saved, she thought.

The apartment is like a large beehive. The tenant of 3203 has an accident, and the tenants of other rooms immediately boil.

"I heard that a female model on the second floor committed suicide? The blood of the medical staff went all over the place!"

"Real suicide or fake? Their line is so messy, maybe it's a vendetta."

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that such a beautiful girl committed suicide, and it's good to be my daughter-in-law."

Just as the ambulance was leaving, a young man wearing headphones and a hoodie sighed slightly as he looked at the place where the lights were on.

Not fun, he should show up like a hero in time to make this game more fun.

The young man threw the takeaway in his hand into the trash can, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and smoked it leisurely.

Someone called the police, and after a while the police went to Lijing Apartment to understand the situation.

The young man who finished smoking a cigarette changed his temperament completely, and accepted the police's questioning in a fresh, clean and slightly sad tone.

"My name is Mo Zimo, and I'm He Yunlan's ex-boyfriend. She said on WeChat that she was in a bad mood, and she was very discouraged and desperate. I couldn't worry about her, so I came over to have a look."

In the process of replying, Mo Zimo perfectly explained his regret, concern, and subtle embarrassment towards his ex-lover.

"Is Yun Lan all right? She's so stupid. I knew she would be so distracted. I should accompany her more."

His expression of sadness got the sympathy of the police: "Young man, don't worry, Miss He is not life-threatening. Young people are under a lot of pressure now, and it is easy to get into trouble. You have to be careful about everything."

"Thank you for your guidance, I will tell Yun Lan."

Mo Zimo shyly thanked and watched the police leave.

On Weibo, the Weibo regularly sent by He_Yunlan was updated.

He_Yunlan v: As you wish, I will die.

The simple tweet soon drew a bigger backlash, with more jeers than unease.

"Haha, why is He Biao willing to die. She still has to pester my family Momo, and I feel sorry for Momo and Qingqing."

"What if she actually kills herself? Would we go too far?"

"Those who are worried about He, think about our entangled Momo and Qingqing, such a bitch, it's not a pity for anyone to die."

There are also enthusiastic netizens who are worried and call the police.

More than an hour later, Ping An issued an announcement confirming that model He Moumou committed suicide in the bathroom, and also stated that her life was not in danger.

With He Yunlan's more than 100,000 followers on Weibo, the noise became even fiercer.

"Keyboard man, are you happy for killing people? Every one of you is a murderer!"

"Some people are not kidnapped by morality. Even if a bad person commits suicide, it is because of the bad things he did, not the evaluation of others."

"To be honest, I have a trace of regret to hear that He Moumou's life is not in danger."

"Hey, you guys are still too sweet. Like this kind of big fanfare, self-directed suicide, it's all acting for others to see."

In the hospital, Shu Ange, who had undergone emergency rescue and blood transfusion, lay quietly in the ward, her pale face and frighteningly thin body made her look like a worn-out glazed doll.

Her mobile phone address book was clean, with only three people's numbers saved.

The doctors called one by one, one didn't get through, and the other sounded like a disco.

"Hello, are you a family member of Ms. He Yunlan?"

"What? What, what did you say?"

As Wu Yu danced, he put his ear to the microphone, wanting to hear it clearly.

"Hello, Ms. He Yunlan committed suicide. She is in Ward 507 of the First People's Hospital of Cy district."

The word suicide made Wu Yu instantly refreshed.

With a "smack", she patted off the salty pig's hand that was stretched out towards her, wiped her hair back, picked up her bag and hurried away.

After getting into the taxi, Wu Yu first clicked on He Yunlan's Weibo and sent her a long message.

Seeing that she really didn't reply, she woke up most of the time, clicked on Weibo and found "He_Yunlan" accurately.

"Fuck, it's really suicide, sisters, this is a big surprise."

Wu Yu was completely sobered up, scolded a few netizens who were rude, and then turned to Mo Zimo and Lin Qing's Weibo.

The two people who are **** in **** are still looking like a quiet time on Weibo.

She sneered and hugged He Yunlan, one of her few best friends.

Everyone says that they worship money for material things and are coquettish bitches.

But who knows the forbearance behind their heavy makeup.

Wu Yu's dress was incompatible with the cold and solemn hospital. She was wearing high heels. Now the doctor's office has asked about He Yunlan's situation.

With the testimony of the doctor on the other end of the phone, Wu Yu soon arrived at Shu Ange's ward.

After getting out of the dangerous period, Shu Ange was transferred to the triple room ward.

The original owner cut his wrists this time, looking dangerous, but in fact there is still room for him.

It's just that there is blood everywhere, and the visual effects are a bit scary.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking like a submissive cat, Wu Yu's heart softened by the hardening of life.

She was half-kneeling in front of the bed, looking at Shu Ange who was still in a drowsiness, and whispered, "You are so capable, you dare to commit suicide."

Looking at her mummified wrist, Wu Yu's voice couldn't help choking.

The subtle cry alarmed Shu Ange, she opened her eyes and met a heavily makeup-covered face in the dim light.

Seriously, the visuals are kind of scary.

If it wasn't for Shu Ange's courage, he would have been frightened again.

"do not worry."

Her throat was burning and hurting as if it had been scalded by fire.

Wu Yu held her hand on the edge of the bed and dared not touch her, with tears in her eyes: "If you say you are a fool, break up when you break up, why are you so used to that turtle grandson!"

【It's so hard to be sick】