The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi got up from the ground vigilantly, staring at the door for an instant. I saw two men in white coats brought in a boy who couldn't see his face and threw it to the ground.

"Who are you! What do you catch me in!" Zheng Quzhi said hurriedly when he saw that the two people were going to leave without paying attention.

The two people walked out again without stopping, and locked the door again.

Zheng Quzhi's heart was cold for a while and forced himself to calm down. He quickly walked to the boy who had just been thrown in, pulled the boy's wet hair away to look at his face.

After seeing it clearly, disappointment struck.

This is an unfamiliar face, which looks very ordinary. There are stubborn stubborn hands under his nose. There is pain and fatigue on his face. Someone is probably approaching. He subconsciously made a resisting action and swung a punch at Zheng Quzhi.

It's a pity that he almost collapsed, he didn't have much strength, and his soft fist was not lethal.

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help it, and he laughed out loud: "You weak chicken!"

The boy made an angry whimper. Zheng Quzhi listened to him for a while, and stopped provoke him. He quickly helped him up and asked in a slow tone, "I'm a newcomer, where is this? The group of people led you. Where have you been? Why are you like this?"

"Cherish this new day." The boy coughed a few times, and said weakly.

This sounded wrong, Zheng Quzhi pursed his mouth and pinched the boy's face, "Don't talk halfway, what the **** is this!"

"This is hell." The boy gave a wry smile, opening his eyes with holes, "I came two days before you. My mother sent me here. How about you?"

The director, the cell-like room, and the parents sent in...

Zheng Quzhi suddenly thought about everything, and suddenly blessed his soul: "This is the juvenile management office?"

"Almost." The boy's voice was faint, and he looked like he was about to hang up at any time: "It's the juvenile camp. I came in because of a premature love. How about you?"

After thinking about it, Zheng Quzhi replied: "Internet addiction."

Hearing this, the boy stopped talking, but Zheng Quzhi caught a touch of contempt in the boy's eyes. Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi's tone was a little rushed: "Hey! What qualifications do you have a puppy love to despise me!"

"The good time is not used for learning, but is addicted to games, should I still praise you?" The boy said indifferently.

Zheng Quzhi curiously squatted beside the boy and laughed, "You don't waste time when you fall in love early?"

The boy stopped talking and closed his eyes and played dead.

Zheng Quzhi sat in the corner boredly, feeling a little calmer. The corpse wish of the boy who let himself into the illusion is probably to let himself take him out of this place, right?

The name of the Juvenile Camp is familiar, and you can guess what it is for by listening to the name. The trouble now is that he doesn't know where the boy is, and he has no ability to escape.

"Hey, what's your name!" There was only this boy in the house besides himself, and Zheng Quzhi had to ask him again.

"Yang Wanli." The boy didn't respond stingly, asking a question and answering a question, honestly and well-behaved.

Upon hearing this name, Zheng Quzhi awed in awe: "Are you a tyrant?"

"It's okay, the exam is the top five in the school." Yang Wanli had some arrogant expressions on his face, and after a grunt, he didn't know what was thinking, his face became gray again, inaudible: "She is the countdown. The fifth place is a scumbag."

Zheng Quzhi heard it and didn't rush to ask, but just asked, "I just came today. Do you know what will happen on the first day?"

"My first day is class." The boy replied.

Zheng Quzhi was about to ask again. The small door was opened again, and two men in white coats rushed in. Both of them held electric batons and shouted at Zheng Quzhi in a bad tone: "Come out!"

Zheng Quzhi frowned, suppressed his emotions, stood up and walked out honestly.

This time, he dared not act rashly. The taste of the electric baton was so uncomfortable, he didn't want to experience it a second time.

There is a long corridor outside. There are a few men in camouflage dresses guarding the corridor. On both sides of the long corridor are densely small doors, which should be the same as the place where Zheng Quzhi just stayed. room.

"What to look at! Hurry up!" The man gave a push impatiently. Zheng Qu knew that a stagger at his feet almost fell into the mud, and finally stabilized his figure, putting one hand on the door on the other side, hurriedly Looked inside through the small window on the door.

It was no different from the room I had just stayed in. There were three or four teenagers lying in it, big and small, unable to see their faces.

Zheng Quzhi’s heart was cold for a moment. When this corridor came down, there were at least thirty such rooms, one room with three or four people, and there were more than one hundred people here. How could he find that one among the more than one hundred people? juvenile?

Oh shit!

I blame Lu Zhishi that Wang Ba Laozi, if he didn't let himself promote the illusion so hastily, could he come in with a dazed expression? ! ! !

Pushed and shoved by two men in white coats, he turned left and right, and finally stopped in a large classroom. Zheng Quzhi looked inside. There were a dozen people sitting scattered inside, men and women about his age.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

The boy with tattoos on his arms is not the boy who caused him to come in. Who is it? He was overjoyed, but his face didn't show up, he entered inside quietly and sat beside the boy.

"Go away!" As soon as I sat down, I heard the young man yelling at himself: "Don't sit next to your grandpa!"

Just after shouting, a man wearing a camouflage uniform rushed over and slapped the boy with a stick: "Be honest!"

The boy stiffly received a stick, but he didn't even make a sound. He just threatened with gloomy eyes: "You hit me with a stick now. When I go out, I will find someone to cut you!"

This is troublesome!

Zheng Quzhi felt that the back of his head hurt even more. Sure enough, the man was angered, took Zheng Quzhi away, dragged the boy out to the ground, and started punching and kicking.

A girl screamed, as if she was scared to the extreme.

"Be quiet!" A steady and powerful voice came from the microphone.

As if magical, everyone calmed down and looked towards the podium. It was a man about fifty years old, wearing glasses, gentle and gentle, with a gentle smile on his mouth.

"Everyone is here, right?" The man asked, and nodded after hearing the answer. "It's fine when all is here. I am the dean here and my surname is Liu. Just call me Dean Liu."

"Dean Liu, when can I go home?" A girl asked timidly.