Within a moment, all the wind directions on the Internet changed, and several marketing accounts even appeared to carefully popularize Cheng Xisu, especially focusing on his bizarre death.

It was originally just a simple suicide, but now all kinds of conspiracy theories have emerged.

Some say he was blocking others' path, some say he seemed to be committing suicide, but in fact he was killed, and even his plagiarism mentor was pulled out and slipped around again.

Except for those marketing accounts that really use the death of Xisu to gain popularity, I feel extremely sad.

I opened my phone and wanted to type something, but I couldn't write a word, so I finally had to turn off my phone irritably.

Although she washed away the sewage on her body, she did not feel so happy, but instead felt sad.

In the afternoon, Feng Ruanruan suddenly showed a photo of Chouzhen, "It turns out that Brother Cheng's cemetery is also in this city."

That was a photo of a netizen who posted a photo of him going to worship Cheng Xisu. He did not appear on the camera, but only took Cheng Xisu's tombstone. In front of the tombstone, there was a bouquet of daisies.

Copyright: Dedicated to the deceased painter Cheng Xisu, wishing heaven a good place.

Not only that, the location of the tombstone was also posted. For a time, countless netizens left messages to go to the cemetery to worship Cheng Xisu.

Like a relay, netizens posted photos of worshiping one after another.

There are more and more little daisies in front of the tomb. It seems that I really miss this poor painter. I just don’t know how much of it is sincere and how much is just to get the popularity.

Looking at these photos, Chai Zhen felt even heavier and suddenly she wanted to worship.

This time, Feng Ruan Ruan also followed. When they got into the taxi, Feng Ruan Ruan floated on the driver's head and looked around with curiosity.

The driver touched his head several times, and always felt a cool head, as if something was blowing into his neck, but he didn't see anything through the rearview mirror, and his heart became even more radiant.

This kind of horror reached its peak when I heard that the place they were going to was a cemetery.

It was getting dark now. At night, I said I was going to the cemetery and felt a chill behind me. What's wrong with this.

Therefore, even though the exclusion showed that the money could be increased, the driver who was afraid of receiving the money from the underworld firmly rejected their order.

Watching the taxi go away, Kui Zhen looked at Feng Ruanruan with a chill.

Feng Ruanruan shrank his neck and knew that he seemed to have been in trouble, so he smiled flatteringly.

Seeing that she was really angry, Chaozhen sighed and called again, and asked Feng Ruan Ruan to be more at ease.

Without Feng Ruan Ruan's trouble, the taxi driver did not refuse them this time.

Facts have proved that under the glory of socialism, normal people would not think that ghosts are just ghosts when they go to the cemetery.

They came to the cemetery safely and safely. There was a small pavilion at the entrance of the cemetery. The old man inside saw that Kuizhen and his friends were holding a bouquet of daisies in their arms and frowned slightly.

"You are also here to come to Cheng Xisu?"

There are at least hundreds of tombs in this cemetery. It is impossible for the old man to know them all, but there are too many people coming recently. Everyone has to register. Everyone comes and says they are watching Cheng Xisu, and gradually he knows them.

"If you are not Cheng Xisu's friends, don't go in. Really, you know how to take advantage of the popularity at a young age. Even if you are a dead person, you are not afraid of retribution."

The old man doesn’t usually go online, but he has been here so many times during this period. The old man feels something is wrong and complains to his daughter, and then he knows what’s happening online.

The old man of justice started to be angry. At this age, how could he not understand these young and beautiful intestines?

He didn't know what to do with the popularity, but he could also tell whether he was sincere, so he didn't look very good when visiting Cheng Xisu.

"Uncle, we are friends with Cheng Xisu." In addition to the social expert, Zhen is online again.

The old man looked up and down and saw his eyes sharp, as if he could see through her.

In addition to nodding sincerely, he lowered his eyelashes sadly.

"We are really his friends. We were still by his side when something happened to him. I didn't expect him to think so hard. If we stopped him at that time, such a thing wouldn't have happened..."

She has been an extra before and has also been a secret room NPC, and she is very good at acting.

In addition, this book is also true, but she is talking about the horror live broadcast.

If she could stop him and prevent him from elopeing at that time, at least she could make his soul survive and reincarnate.

Kui Zhen sighed deeply.

Seeing her like this, the old man believed it and waved his hand and put them in.

Chaizhen and Lin Guihe thanked each other and then entered the cemetery.

The cemetery is very big, but fortunately the uncle showed them the way so that they could find Cheng Xisu’s tombstone so quickly.

Of course, his tombstone is also very eye-catching. After all, there are countless flowers in front of him, and it is almost buried.

The netizens didn't sort it out, and just waved it casually, showing the illusion of liveliness.

At this time, a man stood in front of the tombstone. The man was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, but he was full of depressedness.

And it looks familiar to me.

But she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

While thinking, the man suddenly took out a transparent glass jar from his arms, which contained bright red liquid, like paint for painting.

Except for the fact that it really feels bad, the man has already poured the paint on the tombstone.

After spitting, he looked around with guilt, and faced Kuizhen and Lin Guihe who were standing not far away. They were stunned for a moment, turned around and ran away immediately.

Except for really wanting to catch up, a large number of flowers were blocking the road and could only watch the man leave.

She was indignant, and at the same time, the glance just now made her recognize that the person was the one who belittled the paintings at the exhibition that day and maliciously edited and instigated netizens to rape her online.

She didn't understand what hatred he had with Cheng Xisu, and hated him so much.

As for myself, I guess it's just unlucky.

For the truth, they sorted out the flowers in front of the tombstone and placed the little daisies they bought in front of the tombstone.

Looking at the bright smile on the tombstone, a boy in his early twenties should have the best life, but it was a pity that he died in vain.

They stood silently for a long time before they turned around and left.

Except for the fact that Cheng Xisu was over, although the man seemed to hate Cheng Xisu, he was already dead and even his soul was broken. What else could the other party do?

But I didn't expect that this was just the beginning of everything.
Chapter completed!