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It's also what should happen, natural disasters and man-made disasters are unexpected.

Lu Xingyuan was on a business trip to Lin City, and because of time constraints, he chose to take a bus. On the way, a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap came and sat in front of Lu Xingyuan.Next to the man sat a girl in her 20s.

The man was very quiet at first, but after a few minutes he gradually became fidgety and moved towards the girl next to him. The girl complained while hiding: "What are you doing?"

The man asked nervously, "Do you know Dr. Wang? I've met you. Are you doing well?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know you." The girl panicked.

Lu Xingyuan didn't feel right when he heard this movement. This man's words were repeated over and over again, probably his nerves were not normal.

Just as he was about to sneak around to the driver and call the police, the man suddenly jumped up with a loud cry, took out a gleaming knife from his coat pocket, and shouted ferociously, "Stop! Stop!"

The passengers were quite flustered, and many of them were too scared to move. After the driver stopped the car, the man asked everyone to get out of the car and stood side by side.

The man looked ferocious, and he gestured in front of everyone with a knife. Everyone cowered and hid back, not daring to make eye contact with him.

When the man walked up to the girl from before, his eyes suddenly shone with madness, and he shouted excitedly: "I know it's you, it's you!"

The blade pressed against the girl's cheek, and she was trembling all over, and she was about to cry.

Lu Xingyuan happened to be standing next to the girl. Seeing that the situation was not good, the moment the man stabbed the knife, he pushed the man violently, and the man staggered and fell to the ground.

The scene became completely chaotic, everyone was busy fleeing for their lives, scattered like birds and beasts.

The man got up, his eyes were already red, and he was staring at Lu Xingyuan crazily, so he rushed up with the knife, Lu Xingyuan was still a little thinner after all, he stabbed, and his arm was directly cut by the knife.

Lu Xingyuan looked at Kong and kicked the man, hurriedly got up and ran, but within a few steps, he was pulled off from behind and fell to the ground.

The man picked up the knife and stabbed at him like crazy. Lu Xingyuan curled up on the ground and could only hug himself into a ball. He knew that there were several holes in his body and he was bleeding.

He looked at the empty road in despair, the pain in his body became numb, he wondered if he would die here like this.

The man was spattered with blood all over, Lu Xingyuan was still wriggling slowly, he was groggy, his eyelids were about to close heavily.

At this moment, a pair of shoes suddenly appeared in his blurred vision. He tried his best to open his eyes to see clearly, but the result was in vain, and finally he knew nothing.

At 23:[-] p.m., Song Yuan’s cell phone in the hotel room rang. Gu Kuang stretched out his hand from under the quilt, saw that it was Lu Xingyuan’s number, and pressed Reject, and then called a few more times. , Gu Kuang refused to accept them without exception.

The other party seemed to have finally given up. Gu Kuang deleted the call log, and suddenly a text message appeared on the screen: "Hello, are you Lu Xingyuan's friend? Mr. Lu was seriously injured and is now in the hospital. Could you please come to Linchuan City Hospital?" Do you want to come?"

Gu Kuang frowned, clicked on delete, hesitated for a while at the confirmation box that popped up, and chose to confirm.

After a while, the door opened.

Gu Kuang immediately raised his head from under the quilt: "Senior, where have you been?"

"Take a walk." Song Yuan said, "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

Gu Kuang's face turned red.

Song Yuan went to the bed and sat down: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Gu Kuang blushed and stammered: "No...no."

Song Yuan smiled considerately: "Tell me if you're not feeling well. After sleeping for so long, are you hungry? Ask you to eat dinner?"

Gu Kuang didn't answer, looked at Song Yuan, and smiled with his mouth curled up.

"What are you smirking at?" Song Yuan was very gentle.

Gu Kuang buried his face back in the quilt: "I think this is like a dream."