From the way she opened her arms to block the attack, to her slightly moist and unfocused eyes.
The corners of his lips slowly rose, and he tapped Yu Huan's heart with two slightly bent fingers, strangely yet intimately, and sighed in surprise: "I've been discovered."
He laid out the truth in front of her so bluntly.
Then he reached out and grabbed her wrist when Yu Huan tried to stop him again.
With his other hand, he picked up the cup and threw it out, spilling the liquid inside without any chance of recovery.
Struggling to no avail, Yu Huan stared at him blankly: "Why?"
Professor Wen is such a good person, why do you want to harm him?
Lu Mingzhang heard it, but the smile on his lips didn't change. He put down the cup with ease, stroked her cheek, and said gently: "People are going to die, aren't they?"
Big tears fell from the little zombie's eyes, forming a line that looked like a string of crystal clear beads, or like pearls born from a mermaid.
Lu Mingzhang was silent for a second, his fingertips felt a little wet, and he immediately loosened his grip on Yu Huan and wiped his tears onto his clothes.
After she cried last time, he felt inexplicable pain in his palm for several days, and he always felt that her tears were poisonous.
"Lu, Xiao Lu..." Professor Wen suddenly moaned, and each moan was so moving that it brought tears to people's eyes.
He seemed to think that Lu Mingzhang really came to help.
Lu Mingzhang's attention was clearly drawn there. Yu Huan stared at him, only to find that Professor Wen seemed to be the trigger for Lu Mingzhang's emotions.
As soon as he looked at Professor Wen, his expression turned completely cold, and the corners of his lips smoothed out. He looked gloomy and indifferent. Lu Mingzhang suddenly said, "Wen Ruzhen, do you think you are innocent?"
He raised his leg and pretended to walk over.
Yu Huan tried desperately to stop him, but she was weak and not as strong as him, so there was no hope of continuing.
She looked up at Lu Mingzhang, holding back tears, and warned in a hoarse voice, "There are surveillance cameras, there are surveillance cameras here."
Lu Mingzhang just remembered this matter.
I didn't expect Yu Huan to show up so early. The original plan was to feed Professor Wen his medicine and then pour him a cup of hot water to wash away any remaining medicine.
No one would know that there were nitroglycerin tablets in the cup, and even if there were surveillance cameras, there would be no way to pin the suspect on him.
But there were too many surprises tonight.
He was a little out of control and said a few things he shouldn't have said, so the surveillance footage really couldn't be kept.
He let go, looked at Yu Huan for a moment, and politely and gentlemanly left a vague wish: "Well, I wish you good luck."
He finally left.
In the empty laboratory, the professor lay on the ground. Yu Huan crawled over and helped him up.
The professor held her arm tightly, his lips were black, his eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't say a word.
The medicine didn't seem to work.
"Professor, professor..." Yu Huan called him but he couldn't respond. He wanted to make a phone call but couldn't find any communication tools. When he was in a panic, Sheng Lang and his senior brothers and sisters in the laboratory came back.
After being stunned for a moment, they hurriedly lifted the professor up. Some went to find a doctor, and some observed the professor's condition... everything was in order.
Yu Huan was helped up by Sheng Lang, and vaguely heard the boy's calm and reliable voice: "Don't be afraid, Professor Wen will be fine."
But why, why, she just felt that Professor Wen's breathing seemed to be getting weaker and weaker...
Sheng Lang patted her back gently to soothe her. The little zombie had never experienced such things before. She held his arm tightly, tears falling down unconsciously, she was terrified.
?
Perhaps it was because of the continuous injections in those days, and his body was already in a sensitive and fragile stage, Yu Huan fell ill inexplicably as soon as he returned home.
She lay in a daze for many days, and the memories of that period were divided into fragments, appearing frequently in her dreams.
Sometimes it was the scene of Professor Wen being taken away for emergency treatment; sometimes it was the scene of several people in uniform coming to her house to question her; sometimes it was the scene of someone looking at the test report of the residual liquid in the cup; sometimes it was many people coming to visit her; and sometimes it was Sheng Lang sitting quietly by her bed with her.
Everything is like a dream.
Suddenly one day, she finally slept enough and opened her eyes.
Her head seemed to be filled with a bunch of dilapidated parts, and she would get stuck whenever she tried to think about something. She pressed her temples and got up from the bed.
Wearing cotton slippers and the strawberry-printed pajamas that Jiang's mother had changed for her, she lay down by the window.
The window is opened by Jiang's mother to ventilate the room when the weather is good. The bunch of wild flowers in the small vase on the windowsill were picked by Jiang's father from outside.
The wind outside blew on my face, and I slowly woke up.
She tried to call the system.
The system appeared with a gloomy face: "What is happening now is completely different from the plot."
In the script, she, the zombie female supporting character, has been accidentally killed by the male protagonist, and the male and female protagonists should be attracted to each other at this time.
Now, Sheng Lang stays by her bedside all day long. The heroine Zhang Ni is more in awe of Sheng Lang. While Sheng Lang is outside performing various tasks, fighting monsters and leveling up, the two have no intersection at all.
Lu Mingzhang, the villain behind the scenes who was supposed to be exposed at the end, had already taken off his mask and stood against everyone.
The whole city is looking for him. His whereabouts are uncertain, but a large number of people have spontaneously followed him, and Song Qi, a wood-type supernatural power user, is also among them.
The amount of information is overwhelming.
Yu Huan was pressing her temples when suddenly someone came up, gently put down her hand, and gently pressed it for her.
The open glass window reflected the boy's slender figure. His fingers, which were kneading slowly and steadily, were white and slender, with beautiful joints.
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