MC: "Yay~SECRET! Come out!!"

The lights went out and suddenly lit up again, and all the huge screens on the scene began to play the MV of "SECRET", and the dry ice began to spread slowly, spreading to the bottom of the screen, and when a row of figures flashed, everyone screamed.

The cheers and roars spread throughout the gymnasium, the lights began to become hot, becoming brilliant and colorful, screams came and went, without showing weakness, and occasionally the hoarse voices of male fans were mixed in with "Zhao Mingcheng, I want to give you a monkey!!"

SECRET's national popularity, it's really not covered, as small as nine months, as old as 90 years old, covering all ages, according to the speed of contemporary star chasers throwing "boyfriends" every day, SECRET can be like a clear stream, in their list from Monday to Sunday, it is not easy to achieve a cycle.

The deadly legs and waist, the loose and messy white shirt, and every drop of dew falling from the sky can provoke a scream, and the audience is overwhelming like a sea of people so that the security guard at the front almost bends his waist to 90 degrees, and his enthusiasm is like fire, which is better than when the list of groups was announced the night before.

Several members exchanged proud glances with each other, everything was better than expected, and the atmosphere was simply exciting.

Suddenly, there were some doubts in the crowd.

"Hey, where's my little milk dog?"

"Is it Su Mingrui? I saw him just now, will I design him to finally appear?"

The secret night was coming to an end, and when the last theme song was played, all the actors appeared in turn, but Su Mingrui's shadow was nowhere to be seen, and the dedicated fans began to make movements one after another.

"Why haven't you seen my Su Mingrui yet?"

"yes, it's almost over and there are only 6 people, will something happen?"

"What could happen?"

"Maybe I'm in a hurry!"

"Ahhhh!!!h

I saw her hand pointing softly to a position on the right side of the stage, looking nervous, so that she kept trembling.

"What's your name?" the companion looked at her suspiciously, following her line of sight.

"Ah, look, isn't that brother lying on the ground!" Another commotion came from the crowd, and the members on the stage seemed to realize that something was wrong at this time, and quickly looked around.

At first glance, I didn't notice the situation.

Changing formations, the second time, almost most of them found out.

On the ground on the right side of the stage, there was a person lying on the ground at this time, and looking at the familiar white shirt, it should be Su Mingrui, who the audience had been curious about.

Zhao Mingcheng also felt strange, and hurriedly gestured with the field control, and the next moment, the huge curtain fell in front of the theme song that had not yet been danced, and the MV at the beginning was played.

"What's going on?"

"Come on, go and see!!"

"Hurry up and play 120 !!"

"You immediately arrange for the crowd to leave the venue in an orderly manner, you must not let people sneak into the backstage, go quickly!"

The original riot continues, the situation at the scene is almost completely uncontrollable, and the huge carnival party suddenly becomes the scene of an accident, and an unusual and eerie atmosphere pervades the entire backstage.

Zhao Mingcheng's hand kept pressing Su Mingrui's body, up and down, but there was no movement at all, his whole head continued to fall to the ground weakly, lifeless, and the long-term chest pressure also made his hand a little soft, in short, when he suddenly made a mistake and went to probe the other party's snort, there was a dead silence.

How so?

After the ambulance arrived, the ambulance personnel then dragged Su Mingrui away from him, and he sat back on the ground as if he had exhausted his energy, looking lonely.

After Li Qingliu got the call from the studio manager, he immediately turned around the car that was supposed to meet his partner and rushed to the gymnasium.

Along the way, he happened to meet the morning rush hour, so anxious that he almost wanted to smash the steering wheel, and finally arrived in the background, he saw Zhao Mingcheng sitting helplessly on the ground alone, Li Jiayang was patting him on the shoulder at the moment to comfort something, and the other members on the side were either comforting him, or making anxious phone calls, and some had already left with the ambulance staff's car.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingliu pushed aside the crowd, and the people around him saw that the boss of Orange Entertainment, the senior was coming, and he consciously made a way.

Zhao Mingcheng's shoulder was lightly touched by a hand that had just come, he suddenly turned around like an electric touch, looked at Li Qingliu with a desperate face, and said word by word: "He-no help-"

"What are you talking about? I've been sent to the hospital, it'll be fine, you get up first-" Li Qingliu reached out to help him.

But Zhao Mingcheng still didn't move, looked at Li Qingliu with a firm expression, and repeated: "It's me who found out late-it's my fault-"

Li Qingliu had never seen Zhao Mingcheng like this, he simply squatted down and comforted him softly: "You go home with me first, don't think about superfluous things, someone will arrange it." ”

Li Jiayang, who was narrating, also nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, Brother Mingcheng, let's go home first." ”

Zhao Mingcheng's thoughts were very chaotic at the moment, and even his steadiness and calmness as always, were nowhere to be seen at this moment, and he was only supported by Li Qingliu, muttering to himself: "Go home?" ”

Along the way, he was like a demon, and kept saying some words from his mouth that Li Jiayang and Li Qingliu didn't understand, and Li Qingliu was even more anxious to look at him from the rearview mirror and slammed on the brakes.

"I should have noticed—how could it be—"

After the ambulance arrived at the hospital, within a moment, Su Mingrui's body was sent to the top floor morgue, and the family members who arrived afterwards almost fainted in tears.

"Doctor, you have to save him, how can he die if he is so good? No-no, there must be something wrong, you can see again, doctor......"

"It has been determined that you are brain dead, you can go up with the nurse to claim the corpse after completing the formalities, now the beds are tight, please forgive me, there is only so much that the hospital can do. ”

"Doctor, doctor, doctor—" The family wanted to ask the doctor to find out, but the other party had already rushed into the preparation for another operation.

Since the beginning of autumn, the hospital has been in a tight state, and the number of people who have come to see him is innumerable, and as a doctor, he really does not have the energy to hesitate about a deceased person, and time should be reserved for those patients who still have hope.

The nurse who came to intercept next to him hurriedly grabbed the slightly old woman in front of her, and couldn't bear to say: "Please mourn ......" Other family members behind him also hurriedly stepped forward to support the old lady, and a man said: "Mom, you are careful of your body, Susie has already gone through the formalities, and we will finish it-" As he spoke, he couldn't cry anymore and couldn't continue.

Other relatives next to him then asked the nurse next to him, "What did he die for?"

"Please mourn, Mr. Su is indeed brain dead, and the diagnosis given by Dr. Zhou is poisoning, carbon dioxide poisoning, and it has been ...... before he was sent to the hospital."

"What?" the inquiring relative's eyes widened.

"After that, the staff has already reported to the police, so Mr. Su's body has to be left in the hospital morgue for the time being, and you can go to see him after completing the formalities. The nurse explained.

Hearing this, the group of relatives in front of him was agitated, and they couldn't care about Susie finishing the formalities, so they rushed straight to the top floor.

The door was not closed, and after it was knocked open, Su Mingrui, who had just been sent in, was placed in a temporary small room, and beside him, the manager who was in charge of controlling the field before kneeling, was also crying silently at this time.

When he saw someone coming in, he asked cautiously with red eyes, "Are you—"

"I'm his father!" One of the men rushed over excitedly, holding Su Mingrui's hand, which had fallen into coldness, and cried bitterly: "Son, !!"

"What kind of company are you, is that how you take care of people? He's poisoned! Poisoned!!" Su's father cried hoarsely.

"We've called the police, I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry? Hmph-" Su's father groaned in despair.

"The dry ice on site will not cause poisoning, as for the reason, it is not clear yet, but please believe that no matter what, we will give you an explanation-"

"Explain?" Then the old lady who came in was grief-stricken and said, "He's only eighteen, and he's in the prime of his life—Mingrui—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" The manager and agent couldn't say anything, and didn't know what to say, so they had to repeat the apology.

After Zhao Mingcheng was sent home, he locked himself in the room, and no one could get in except Uncle Chen.

In the big room, Zhao Mingcheng sat on the chair with a black face, although he didn't say a word, but his solemn atmosphere was terrifying.

Uncle Chen was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and his previous steadiness was completely gone, as if he was afraid of the boy in front of him, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

After a long time, Zhao Mingcheng slowly spoke, although his tone was soft, but it was full of questioning, and he said, "Didn't I say that I didn't leave one-"

The person who sat down immediately kowtowed again and again, and said tremblingly: "It's really a person who didn't stay, and the subordinates really don't know why......"

Looking at his appearance, it really didn't look like a lie, Zhao Mingcheng still didn't look at him, word by word, and said coldly: "Plant-grass-"

"What?" Uncle Chen was suddenly shocked when he heard this, "Could it be ......?"

The "planting grass" in Zhao Mingcheng's mouth is actually a lost spell similar to Gu art, and mortals say that it is cute, called "planting grass", also known as "planting ghosts" and "raising dolls".

Some ghost slaying masters believe that the resentment of the dead spirit-child is much heavier than that of ordinary adults, so the evil thoughts are so heavy that they can be used as tools to cast spells on the victim.

The process is to "plant grass" in the victim's body.

As a result, there are often unscrupulous people who are proficient in this method, and raise the idle spirit and child in the world with a special orchid plant, and then put it into the victim's body to achieve their unknown purpose.

It's just that...... Everything has a cycle of cause and effect, retribution for good and evil, and the unauthorized use of harmless spirit-children is contrary to common sense, let alone using it to harm ordinary people, and its master will definitely suffer a lot of backlash. If it is a mortal, the small one will reduce the yang life, and the big one will hurt the body and waterlog, which is also the reason why the "planting grass" spell is rarely used.

The Three Realms Liuhe, Xuanmen Daojia, all have more harmful techniques that are good at taking shortcuts, and ordinary people will not think of touching this forbidden technique.