Within a moment, the direction of the wind on the Internet changed, and even several marketing trumpets popped up to carefully popularize Cheng Xisu's person, especially focusing on his bizarre death.

It was originally a simple suicide, but now all kinds of conspiracy theories come out.

Some say that he is in the way of others, and some say that he seems to have committed suicide, but in fact he was killed, and there is an endless stream, and even his plagiarism tutor was pulled out and slipped around.

In addition to really looking at those marketing accounts that used Cheng Xisu's death to gain popularity, he only felt infinitely embarrassed.

I opened my phone and wanted to call something, but I couldn't write a word, and finally I could only turn off my phone in annoyance.

Although she washed the sewage off her body, she did not feel very happy, but felt a sense of sadness.

In the afternoon, Feng Ruan Ruan suddenly showed a photo to Except Zhen, "It turns out that Brother Cheng's grave is also in this city." ”

It was a netizen who popped out a photo of Cheng Xisu to worship him, and he didn't appear on camera, but only took a picture of Cheng Xisu's tombstone, in front of the tombstone, there was a bunch of small daisies.

Caption: Dedicated to the deceased painter Cheng Xisu, may heaven be well.

Not only that, but also posted the location of the tombstone, and for a while, countless netizens left messages to go to the cemetery to worship Cheng Xisu.

Like a relay, netizens popped out photos of worship one after another.

There are more and more small daisies in front of the tomb, and it seems that I really miss this poor painter, but I don't know how much of it is sincere, and how much of it is just to rub off on the heat.

Looking at these photos, my heart became even heavier, and I suddenly had the idea of worshipping.

This time, Feng Ruan Ruan also followed, and when they got into the taxi, Feng Ruan Ruan floated on the head of the driver's master, looking east with curiosity on his face.

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

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

At this time, the sky has darkened, and at night, I said that I was going to the cemetery, and I felt cold behind my back, which was not right.

So, even though it was true that they could add money, the driver, who was afraid of receiving the money, still firmly rejected their order.

Watching the taxi go away, Except for Zhen, he looked at Feng Ruan Ruan coldly.

Feng Ruan Ruan shrunk his neck, knowing that he seemed to be in trouble, and smiled flatteringly.

Except for Zhen, who looked at her and really lost his temper, he sighed, and called a taxi again, while asking Feng Ruan Ruan An to share a little.

Without Feng Ruanruan's troublemaking, the taxi driver did not refuse them this time.

Facts have proved that under the light of socialism, normal people do not think that those who go to the cemetery are ghosts.

They came to the cemetery safe and sound, and there was a small pavilion at the entrance of the cemetery, and the old man in it frowned slightly when he saw that they were holding a bouquet of daisies in their arms.

"You also came to see Cheng Xisu?"

There are hundreds of graves in this cemetery, and it is impossible for the uncle to know all of them, but there are too many people who have come recently, everyone who comes has to register, and everyone who comes says to see Cheng Xisu, and gradually he will know each other.

"If you are not Cheng Xisu's friend, don't go in, really, you know the heat when you are young, even the heat of the dead, and you are not afraid of retribution."

Uncle usually doesn't go online, but during this time, so many people came to see Cheng Xisu, and the uncle felt that something was wrong, and complained to his daughter, and then he knew what was going on the Internet.

The righteous old man was angry from his heart, he is so old, can he still not understand these young flowers?

He didn't know what to rub the heat, but he could also tell if he was sincere, so he didn't look very good at the face of Cheng Xisu who came to visit him.

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

The uncle looked up and down for a moment, his eyes were sharp, as if he could see her through.

He nodded sincerely, and lowered his eyelashes sadly.

"We were really his friends, we were still with him when he had an accident, I didn't expect him to think about it like this, if we had stopped him at that time, this kind of thing would not have happened......

She used to be a group performer, and she also worked as a secret room NPC, and she is simply good at acting.

Plus this is also true, but what she said was in the horror live broadcast.

If she could stop him at that time and prevent him from eloping, at least let his soul survive and be reincarnated.

Except for the truth, he sighed deeply.

When the uncle saw her like this, he also believed it, waved his hand and let them in.

In addition to Zhen and Lin Guihao, they thanked each other, and then entered the cemetery.

The cemetery is very large, but fortunately, the uncle showed them the way, so they were able to find Cheng Xisu's tombstone so quickly.

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

Those netizens didn't sort it out, so they just waved it casually, showing the illusion of being lively.

At this time, in front of this tombstone, there was a man standing, the man was wearing a mask, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the whole person had a sense of decadence.

And it looks familiar.

It's just that she can't remember where she's seen it.

While he was thinking, the man suddenly pulled out a transparent glass jar from his bosom, which contained a bright red liquid, like paint for painting.

Except that the man had already splashed paint on the tombstone.

After splashing his heart, he looked around weakly, and faced the two people who were standing not far away, except for Zhen and Lin Guihao, who were stunned for a moment, turned around and ran away immediately.

Except for really wanting to catch up, a large number of flowers blocked the way, and he could only watch the man leave.

She was indignant in her heart, and at the same time, the glance just now also made her recognize that the person was the person who belittled the paintings in the art exhibition that day, and maliciously edited and provoked netizens to abuse her online.

She didn't understand what kind of enmity he had with Cheng Xisu and hated him so much.

As for himself, he is probably just unlucky.

They arranged the flowers in front of the tombstone and placed the daisies they bought in front of the tombstone.

Looking at the bright smile on the tombstone, a young man in his early twenties, who should have had the best life, died because of a vain, which is really a pity.

They stood in silence for a long time before they turned to leave.

Except that I really thought that Cheng Xisu's matter was over here, although that person seemed to hate Cheng Xisu, but everyone was already dead, and even their souls were broken, what else could the other party do?

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