The villain cannon fodder has awakened his consciousness

Chapter 38

Although Lin Tui didn't want to admit that Lin Jingshu would have an impact on him, everyone who came into contact with Lin Jingshu made him feel unsafe.

He uncontrollably doubted Yu Huaiyan, doubted the relationship between Yu Huaiyan and Lin Jingshu, and wondered if he had another purpose in approaching him.

During this period, Lin Tui and Yu Huaiyan did get too close. They met by chance many times, and Yu Huaiyan also helped him many times.

Including being chosen by Yu Xin to star in the opera, as well as playing the classical music on stage, Yu Huaiyan was involved.

It's all such a coincidence.

Lin Tui felt a lump in his throat when he thought of this. Although he did not regard Yu Huaiyan as a friend at the moment, he had at least thanked Yu Huaiyan for his company on a few occasions.

Once Lin Jingshu was involved, Lin Tui suddenly felt nauseated when he recalled the past.

Looking at the mirror on the sink, there was a cold and gloomy face in it. Lin Tui looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, then turned on the faucet and washed his hands, and then walked out of the bathroom.

Lin Tui found Yu Xin and told her that he would not go to the celebration party that night, and then left the concert hall through the back door.

The light in the corridor was very dark, with only the indicator light emitting a dim green light. As soon as Lin Tui walked out of the corridor, he received a call from Shen Mogui.

Shen Mogui was waiting at the front door of the concert hall. He called to ask when Lin Tui would come out.

Lin Tui said 'right away', hung up the phone and walked around from a green belt to the front door to find Shen Mogui.

A black shadow suddenly jumped out from the corner, and before Lin Tui could react, a handkerchief covered his mouth and nose.

The handkerchief had a pungent smell, and Lin Tui choked violently, his face turning red.

He had been knocked unconscious twice before, so Lin Tui quickly recovered this time, raised his elbow and punched the opponent in the ribs, opened his mouth and tried to call for help from the crowd in the distance.

The handkerchief covered his mouth and nose harder. Lin Tui's voice was muffled in his throat, his limbs were weak, and his pupils were dilated.

Before he fell into coma, he saw a length of black hair blowing in the cold wind and heard a vague voice.

"Brother, take a nap." (Oo..😱)

Lin Tui had a long dream. In the dream, he was in a narrow house with no windows, no light, and could not even stand upright or lie down.

Every time he disobeyed, Lin Yiwan would ask him to reflect in that dark room.

In the dream, Lin Yiwan would always look at him with disappointed eyes. She seemed to be saying something, but Lin Tui didn't want to hear a word, so he opened the door and ran out.

But those disappointed eyes followed him like a shadow, and even if Lin Tui didn't look back, he could still feel that he was being watched.

He woke up in this suffocation and depression, breathing heavily as if he couldn't catch his breath, and his face turned pale.

One hand reached over and pushed aside Lin Tui's wet hair. His fingertips brushed across his broad forehead and stroked his brows.

The effect of the medicine had not yet completely worn off. Lin Tui could not feel the touch of that hand and stared at the ceiling absently.