Die For Life

"It's really ugly to die." Xichan Chenchen said squatting.

The afternoon sun shines into the front hall, like a golden flag spreading on the corpse of the prison. His body was wrapped in a body bag, only his head was exposed, but it was also scary enough: half of the face was normal flesh and blood, and the other half was the head corroded into pale bones. The horrible contrast between life and death stimulated the eyeballs of all witnesses.

Even after the first glance of the curious sense of the staff of the Statistics Department, their spontaneous fear made them look away, as if they were afraid of worshiping prison and jumping up to kiss them.

Only Cicada Chenchen opened the body bag, glanced at the body that was almost turned into water in the prison, and said while watching: "When I met him a few days ago, I felt that he was full of thoughts, and I thought he was in trouble. In the end, you see, isn't this person gone? So if you think everything is good, maybe it will come true?"

Suddenly someone commented next to him: "This joke is not funny, and everyone thinks you are very impolite to make a dead joke."

"You hug a cat, do you know what a joke is?!" Chen Chen scolded, "Do you know that the most important thing about a joke is quickness and timeliness? You are so powerful, you can liven up the atmosphere!"

The woman from the Department of Statistics who was standing behind Chenchen Chen and holding the cat said: "Inspector, you made too much movement just now, as if you touched the corpse water."

"Wipe? Wipe!?" Chenchen Chenchen jumped a step back like a frightened cat, and she shook out her handkerchief and wiped left and right, until she heard the faint laughter of other people. Realize that I have been tricked.

"Is it funny?"

The operators were silent, and the woman holding the cat walked to Xian Chan Chenchen, blocking his'destructive sight' from the operators, and instructed: "You should investigate your surroundings and find out the route of the assassin's invasion."

"Yes!"

When all the operators left the front hall, Chan Chenchen looked at the cat-holding woman with a gloomy expression: "Zhao Yebai, don't think that if you have the director to support you, you can be disrespectful to me... Why are you squatting down?"

"Didn't you say that you can't be disrespectful to you? I feel that it is very impolite to ask the inspector to look up at me and speak, so I obviously should squat down so that the inspector doesn't get tired of your neck."

Zhao Yebai blinked his eyes and said, the fat orange cat in her arms also let out a just right puff, which seemed to agree.

"Okay, okay." Chanchen Chenchen turned angrily back and smiled: "I can't help you for the time being. I don't care whether the director sends you to monitor me or restrain me, but you'd better pray that you can always be sheltered by the director, otherwise ——"

"Director Xie just sent me to help Cicada walk," Zhao Yebai shrugged, "No surveillance, no restraint. I just came to help you. If you let me hold the cat, I will hold the cat. What do you want me to do? What? Fatty, what do you think he wants?"

Zhao Yebai patted Fat Orange's ass, Fat Orange's tail straightened suddenly, and his eyes narrowed with a pleasant smile.

"Really?" Xian Chan Chenchen sneered: "I don't believe it."

After framing Qin Yueyin, Chen Chen also paid a high price. He believed that this was a punishment for attempted framing. If the framing was successful, it might be a reward. In addition to prohibiting further attacks on Li Wei, the director also A deputy was assigned to him.

After all, almost all Xian Chan Chenchen wants to do things with the help of the Statistics Department. With his deputy as a restraint, if Xian Chan Chenchen still wants to frame others, his deputy can directly ask him to'frame up and stop' instead of going to'frame up.' 'Attempted' is so embarrassing.

The attitude of Chenchen Chenchen was also very direct. He never gave Zhao Yebai any work, only let her hold the cat. It just so happened that the fat orange was getting bigger and bigger and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Want to decentralize? Want to monitor me? no way!

Zhao Yebai didn't have a temper with Xichan Chenchen's attitude like a bear child, and asked actively: "Should I go out for a while and let you be alone with the dead?"

"why?"

"I think you have something to say to your friends. I, an outsider, may affect your emotional venting here..."

"Friends?" Xian Chan Chenchen raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Are there friends among the four guards?"

Zhao Yebai didn't argue with him about the definition of a friend, and said, "But you always don't care about the dead, and you don't even look at it. Only this corpse you watched for a while..."

"How long have you known me, dare to say you know me, guess me, judge me?!" Chenchen mocked: "Do you think you know what I'm thinking? Just rely on your hair to grow? Just rely on you to grow taller ?"

"I have known you for fifteen days. The working time is ten hours, that is one hundred and fifty hours. During that time, I ate lunch eight times. According to my experience, having so much time together should be enough to be friends..."

"Your experience? The experience with your girlfriends? The experience with your classmates?" Chenchen said coldly: "I am the boss and you are the subordinate. Give me a distinction between superior and inferior. Don't talk back, understand!?"

"Yes, inspector." Zhao Yebai said obediently: "Then inspector, why did you look at this corpse for so long? Is it because he is finally shorter than you?"

Cicada Chenchen took a breath and pressed his right hand with his left hand.

Zhao Yebai's naive expression of this kind of condemnation made his internal organs ablaze. In the past few years, few people have dared to humiliate him with such exquisite language skills-he could hardly wish to perform height surgery on Zhao Yebai right away, so that she would never have to squat down to speak to him face-to-face!

Forbearance!

He took a few deep breaths to calm his mood, turned his head to look at the prison, and suddenly sneered, "You are not bad."

"what?"

"He used to suggest to me that I should wear stilts to increase my height. I thought he was running on me and had a fight with him. Later, he suggested several leather boot shops for me, and I realized that he was doing business. route."

"Business route?"

"It used to be a popular route...Most people in the four guards are actual combat routes. Whenever you need to complete a task, you wear the corresponding mask and use the fastest and most ruthless means to get the result. But more than a decade ago, Four guards have popularized the strategy of'business identity', doing good deeds, making friends, weaving relationships, and exchanging information with each other..."

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"Because everyone found out that it was easy to kill," Xian Chanchen stared at Zhao Yebai maliciously: "You can torture intelligence by directly intimidating and temptation, so why bother yourself to please those who hate it?"

"Inspector, don't say that," Zhao Yebai shook his head, "I didn't wrong myself."

Cicada Chenchen's right hand presses his left wrist, and his left hand presses his right wrist.

Forbearance!

Zhao Yebai asked: "So, Mr. Prison worship is a walking business route? Speaking of it, I seem to have heard that Mr. Prison worship from the Royal Academy is an old teacher with both virtue and art..."

"That's right, but he hasn't done much in recent years, and Li Wei is just like that..." Xian Chan Chenchen snorted, "That's why he died so ugly."

"The two don't sound causal, right?"

"When he wanted to take the route of a good person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he was already indulged in the fantasies of kindness, losing his vigilance, losing his wildness, losing his killing intent, losing everything... Well, it’s a pity that there are too few such people. If there were more such people in the court, our Statistics Department would have taken over the court long ago."

Zhao Yebai thought for a while and said, "So the inspector, because you feel a little regret for the death of Mr. Prison, but you are embarrassed to say it, so you mock his kindness?"

Xian Chan Chenchen's eyes widened and wanted to say something, but felt that it was useless to say it, so he didn't say it anymore.

"Two."

A voice came from the door, and they saw a young man in a black cross and white coat clasping his fists outside and said: "Young Master Qin and Young Master Poetry are waiting for you."

"Lead the way." Chenchen said with her head raised up: "Who are you from Qin Leyin?"

"He is my elder brother, and my name is Qin Yueyang."

"Hmph, you are more polite than him."

"Brother is also very polite." Qin Yueyang smiled politely.

polite? Ah.

This time he died in prison, and Qin Leyin was also seriously injured. Chen Chenchen had already figured out how to humiliate Qin Leyin.

Yes, he is not allowed to attack Qin Leyin, but if Qin Leyin attacked him first, there is always a reason for him to fight back, right? At that time, it's reasonable to break Qin Leyin's limbs with his hand ‘accidentally’, right?

The group came to the rear main hall, and as soon as Chan Chenchen entered the door, they saw the bandaged Qin Yue lying lazily on the bench, beckoning to him:

"Hey raccoon, I haven't seen him for half a month, come over and let my brother touch his head to see if he grows taller."

Cicada Chenchen only felt a burst of blood rushing to his forehead, hardened, and his fist hardened again!

Forbearance... can't stand it anymore!