The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

"The boss is not good! Something happened again!"

The middle-aged uncle ran downstairs out of breath, and almost ran away with his leather shoes.

The manager of the lobby said that there were gangsters making trouble again, and this was the third time.

The middle-aged uncle frowningly touched his mobile phone, wondering how much he should pay this time.

He hurried and ran to the backyard, but the situation in front of him made him jump.

I saw the tattooed gangsters sitting obediently in a row, with their heads lowered and their hands behind their backs, as if they were technical workers who had been wiped out of pornography.

In front of them, Li Si moved a stool and sat down, scolding each of them unceremoniously.

"How old? Sixteen years old. I came out to hang out with clubs at the age of sixteen. Is it because my parents beat me too little?"

"Have you ever been to school? Oh, I dropped out of school. After dropping out of school, I don't want to find a way to learn the skills well, and clean up these crooked ways."

The arrogant little gangster in the past, now like a quail in the rain, shrank his head and dared not let go.

The middle-aged uncle swallowed. Although I don't know what happened, it seems to be a good thing.

He thought that Li Si would just teach them a lesson, but he didn't expect the latter to come up with a small notebook.

"Okay, come one by one. Tell me the truth. If I find you are lying, don't blame me for being rude."

The punks said dejectedly, "Yes, Brother Li!"

The middle-aged uncle was wondering, but Li Si had already started asking.

"Where do you live? Give me the exact address."

"What do your parents do?"

"Tell me your ID card number? What's your phone number? Do you have a car? Is there any debt at home? Is there any previous criminal record..."

The uncle's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stopped: "It's okay, Brother Li, why don't you let them go."

Li Si still wanted to continue collecting information, and closed the notebook regretfully after hearing this: "Okay, remember to keep your eyes bright next time."

How could the punks dare to say no, and ran away one by one.

The middle-aged uncle wiped his sweat: "Brother Li, thank you..."

Unexpectedly, a jumping little girl came to Li Si first.

"Is the filming finished?" Li Si struggled to take off the blood-stained slaughter uniform.

Bean Sprout didn't speak, but showed Li Si the phone interface.

I saw [Actor Li Si]'s Twitter homepage has an extra video, which is the video of Li Si teaching the gangster just now.

On the screen, Li Si walks towards the tattooed youth with a blood-stained butcher knife in his hand.

The latter knelt down to him on the spot.

"It's a good photo!" Li Si looked very satisfied: "There should be more recordings of such good people and good deeds."

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the uncle's forehead, feeling that Li Si seemed to have misunderstood something.

But after a moment's reflection, he thought it best not to say anything.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, it is true that Li Si helped him drive away the gangsters. The uncle just wanted to praise Li Si a few words, when he looked around, he suddenly found that the backyard of the restaurant was in a mess.

His own chef lay straight on the ground.

The little chefs hugged each other, trembling with fear.

There was blood everywhere. On the slaughtering platform, a dead pig was dismembered into eight pieces, and the state of death was extremely miserable.

There is also a shattered video camera in the corner.

The middle-aged uncle only felt his breath being held in his chest, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

He really couldn't figure it out. Why did things turn out like this when Li Si arrived in the back kitchen for less than half an hour?

Li Si looked at the middle-aged uncle expectantly.

He felt that he did a good job, not only saving the live broadcast, but also driving away the gangsters.

However, the middle-aged uncle walked up to him and patted Li Si on the shoulder, with endless vicissitudes in his voice:

"Brother Li, I'll pay you three times the salary. Why don't you go to other restaurants and spare me this small shop."

...

"Is that what he told you?"

Feng Su put a large bowl of fried pork with ginger in front of Li Si.

Li Si was aggrieved, so she ate with chopsticks, the soft and tender taste of the pork exploded in her mouth. He tasted shallots, sweet ginger, and honey.

"Sister Susu cooks delicious food."

Li Si finished the meal with satisfaction, then raised the bowl high: "One more!"

Feng Su took the bowl. Rice piled up into hills in Li Si's bowl.

After hearing what happened, she was also very angry, thinking that Li Si had been treated unfairly in the store.

"You obviously helped so much! How could he drive you away?"

Bean Sprout couldn't hold back a sneer, and quickly coughed a few times to cover it up.

She watched the whole process with Li Si, and if she wanted to comment, she could only say "6".

By the way, Li Si's popularity has further increased after the pig slaughtering live broadcast. He also unlocks new templates as a result.

【Poacher (Boutique)】

This template strengthens Li Si's ability to hunt nationally protected animals --- it still has no effect except to make him torture a little more.

Along with the template, there are also a few strings of phone numbers that come to mind.

Li Si checked and found that most of the phone numbers were abroad, and only one was in China.

After dialing that number, a gloomy voice came from the opposite side:

"Time, place, how many animals? Is there a lot of blood? Do I need to bring detergent?"

Immediately realizing what was the use of this number, Li Si hung up the phone without saying a word.

Acquisition of agencies that protect animals. There are actually such people in China, and they thought it was just an urban legend.

Satisfied with wine and food, Bean Sprout obediently picked up the plate and walked to the kitchen.

After discussing with Feng Su, Dou Sprout officially stayed at the family and signed a contract to become a child star of [Feng Su Performing Arts Company].

The procedure was perfect, and there were no loopholes to be found.

"Speaking of which, you are going to participate in "Typical Chinese Restaurant" tomorrow, right?"

Feng Su chatted with Li Si while cleaning the table: "Filming variety shows is different from filming. The advice I can give you is very limited, so let's just talk about a few key points."

Li Si nodded, indicating that she was listening carefully.

"This is our first time on a variety show, so we must be cautious. Everything you say on the show can easily be taken out of context. Many stars have lost their future like this."

"The guests who are partnering with you are all your seniors, so be as enthusiastic as possible and help them."

Feng Su thought for a while: "Also, if someone offends you, you have to be tougher. Otherwise, you will be looked down upon by other artists."

Li Si sums it up: "Help more, talk less, be tougher."

"Yes!" Feng Su nodded in relief. Children can be taught.

Later, Bean Sprout passed by Li Si's room and saw him packing his luggage.

Entering the room curiously, she wanted to ask Li Si if he needed help, but found him on the phone.

Li Si's expression was very serious: "Bring a few more people, fifteen is too little. I went there to help others, how can fifteen be enough?"

"What, the machete can't pass the security check? Then bring more baseball bats, pens and so on. If you don't even have these things, it seems that I am not enthusiastic."

"Don't come if you are under the age of 18. You are too thin and not tough at all. Like the 16-year-old this morning, if you don't learn well at a young age, let him go away quickly. You want me to be punished if you accept this kind of kid. Do other artists look down on you?"

Bean Sprout quietly withdrew and observed a two-second silence for the "Typical Chinese Restaurant" program group.