Chapter 75
The blood test report is clearly in front of everyone. With several bloggers bowing and apologizing and the media kneeling down to apologize, no matter how hard netizens try, it cannot change the fact that Ying Zhisheng has no fans.
Some fence-sitters have begun to apologize. This time, the various online violence against Ying Zhisheng came out of nowhere. There was capital behind it, and enthusiastic netizens were used as tools.
Anonymous user 996: "It turns out it's fake! The rumormongers are despicable! I scolded Ying Zhisheng for this. I apologize."
[Anonymous user xxl: This is just the beginning. What's the point of apology? We didn't criticize Ying Zhisheng just for this incident. He was inextricably linked to the deaths of Sun Qing and Zhou Haoji!]
[Hua Lu: You should stick to your affectionate persona and mess around with relationships! So disgusting, so disgusting, the separation of human and machine [vomit]]
[Huasheng Nannan replied to Hualv: Is there any solid evidence? I don't think so. It's all based on a few screenshots online and hearsay. Ying Zhisheng is not that kind of person.]
[Hua Lu: Oh my, the crazy fans are following me. Hurry up and do your summer homework, little sister.]
[Anonymous user 7738: None of Ying Zhisheng's songs are original creations; they were written by his father! Everyone, don't forget, this is a fake genius, a real ungrateful person!]
[Xia Zhe Zheng Yi: Someone is so self-righteous that he actually bought more than a dozen trending searches on a variety show. Even eating stinky tofu requires a trending search [picking nose] How can he pretend to be as calm as a chrysanthemum?]
[Drag-a-Kid 361: Ying Zhisheng was afraid that Sun Qing and Jiang Huoda's outstanding performances in the music variety show would steal his limelight, so he acted up in front of the camera, mumbling to himself and shaking his head in disgust. A teacher compiled a collection of Ying Zhisheng's attention-grabbing behavior, which you can check out: Web link 41...]
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No one cares about the ins and outs of the matter anymore, and netizens are deeply trapped in the truth they imagined and cannot extricate themselves.
Dong Chi was having a hard time reading the comments, while Lou Sheng looked down with a blank expression.
It feels really strange to have a ghost around. Dong Chi looked at him for a while and felt that his brother's appearance didn't change much after his death compared to when he was alive, except that he looked a little depressed.
Dong Chi thought of Ying Zhisheng's incredibly skillful acting, which put even internationally renowned directors under immense pressure. For Lou Sheng's sake, he planned to have someone he knew write a script specifically for Ying Zhisheng, as a gesture of his sincere support.
The candlelight flickered, and vivid figures were reflected on the wall. Blood on slender fingers gathered at the fingertips and dripped onto the carefully prepared tribute.
The firelight reflected on his face, making it look eerie and sinister. Ying Zhisheng didn't like to smile, and sometimes his smile was fake, like a mask. He curled his lips, his eyes gleaming, and chuckled softly as he said, "Eat."
Dong Chi saw this and felt the hairs on his back stand on end. He understood that Ying Zhisheng was suitable for acting in horror movies!
Lou Sheng glanced at the fruits on the table and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You know I don't like bananas."
"Yeah." Ying Zhisheng stretched out his bleeding finger towards him and explained, "I always feel that you are picky about food, so I hope you can eat something." He was still treating Lou Sheng with the mindset of a living person.
His eyeballs fell on the blood flowing from his fingertips and he couldn't move them away.
If no one was around, Lou Sheng wouldn't waste any of the food, even if Ying Zhisheng was bleeding and injured. But Dong Chi was watching from a distance, and he felt embarrassed.
So Ying Zhisheng was considerate of him and took him to the room.
Dong Chi frowned in thought, not understanding what little secret this man and ghost were hiding. He put down his phone and quietly followed, tiptoeing for fear of being discovered. He walked to the bedroom door, carefully opened it a crack, and stared wide-eyed.
"Lou Sheng! Lou Sheng!! What are you doing!"
This sudden shout nearly frightened Lou Sheng to his feet. After exchanging a glance with Ying Zhisheng, he licked the blood from his lips, smacking his lips as he savored the taste. He feigned composure and asked, "What's wrong?"
The door slammed shut, and the brothers' ugly deeds should not be made public. Dong Chi was furious: "What were you doing just now? I saw it all! You, you, how could you do such a weird thing? Did Ying Zhisheng, who has bad intentions, force you to do it?"
Lou Sheng was so embarrassed that he almost floated to the ceiling. He faced the wall and explained, "I'm eating."
"How can you eat like this?!"
"I am eating Ying Zhisheng's blood."
"ah?!"
Lou Sheng sighed helplessly, lowered his eyes and looked at Ying Zhisheng, who had a gentle smile on his face.
This person was doing it on purpose. Every time he said no, Ying Zhisheng would ignore him and insist on cutting and bleeding. Eating it didn't feel right, but not eating it was a waste. Once, Lou Sheng stubbornly refused to eat, but when the time came, Ying Zhisheng would still pierce his skin with the knife, as if it was a set program.
Dong Chi stared at the red, bleeding scratch on Ying Zhisheng's finger and muttered, "This isn't good, Lou Sheng. We're not related, how about I give you some black dog blood?"
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Lou Sheng narrowed his eyes in a daze, then sneered: "Are you saying that dogs and I are related?"
"Oh no, that's not what I meant." The more he talked, the more confused he became. Dong Chi couldn't bear to watch. For the first time in his life, he had the idea that Lou Sheng might be a gay. You know, his brother is usually as straight as can be.
It was originally a small secret between a man and a ghost, but after being discovered, it only became more ambiguous. The cold wind blew the unclosed manuscript in the bedroom, making it rustle continuously. Lou Sheng muttered, "Don't bleed me three times a day. You've turned pale. A few days ago, Aunt Hong asked me what recipe I used to make the ghost look so radiant, and I just laughed it off."
Ying Zhisheng looked up and saw that Lou Sheng's lips were still stained with his blood. This ghost's transformation from pale and weak to vibrant and full of life was all due to him. The immense satisfaction he felt was something no one could understand. He replied, "I want to feed you."
Sometimes, Ying Zhisheng really wanted to kill himself to feed Lou Sheng, draining all his blood to create a feast.
But reason told him that this was not a good deal.
Dong Chi interrupted, "I've already arranged for someone to tailor a script for Ying Zhisheng. He's having trouble getting into the role, so playing a behind-the-scenes promoter in a suspense film is perfect for him. The emotional arc will be based on his own experiences, and the character will be enriched with the addition of a cool character. What do you think, Lou Sheng?"
Lou Sheng thought it was great, but he couldn't understand why Ying Zhisheng's temperament would be suitable for a role like a behind-the-scenes promoter. He shouldn't be a cold-faced policeman or something like that.
When Fuquan and the others finished arranging everything and came back, Ying Zhisheng calmly put on a bandage and said, "I'm going to start the live broadcast. Director Dong should go to the next door to take shelter. If you're busy, you can go back first."
Dong Chi choked. They were starting to drive people away openly.
"What's the point of live streaming?" Lou Sheng pressed. Live streaming at this juncture is just asking for criticism.
Ying Zhisheng stroked Lou Sheng's face across time and space with his fingertips and said calmly, "I just want to clarify that I wrote those songs. I care about this very much."
He could not tolerate any song he wrote for Lou Sheng being named after someone else.
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