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

The strong man stood up, not knowing where to put his hands.

The others all lowered their heads, very much like a teacher reciting names in Chinese class, no one wants to be called.

"Ah, uh..." The strong man opened his mouth, and a dry voice came out of his throat.

Li Si looked at him in disappointment, and almost said [mud can't support the wall]: "No way, can't say a word? I've been talking for half an hour."

The strong man had never suffered such humiliation, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

What he committed was enough to be shot several times, and even the police ignored him. How could such a person be a good man?

The brawny man's breathing gradually became heavy, and the people sitting in front of him noticed it and pulled the stools to avoid it.

Now Li Si and the strong man are standing face to face, without any shelter between them.

The strong man bared his pale teeth and took a step forward.

Then he saw an interested smile on Li Si's face.

There was a chill in his heart, and he suddenly remembered that Li Si called him into the corridor last night, and two punches made him stare at him.

So the strong man faltered. The police are terrible, and Li Si is even more terrible.

Because the police were not here, Li Si could really beat him to death.

Thinking of this, the strong man took a step back and smiled at Li Si. Someone spat and whispered, "Bitch!"

The strong man kept a smile on his face, thinking that you can do what you want.

He sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now and didn't hear the lecture."

Li Si waved his hand regretfully: "Forget it, sit down. The little girl next to you, come here."

The strong man saw Li Si's emotional changes, and believed even more that his judgment was correct.

Bean Sprout stood up, and the strong man watched coldly, wondering how Li Si would deal with a little girl.

I saw Bean Sprout holding up the script and taking a light breath:

"You keep complaining, but you don't have the courage to escape. Crazy? No, no, in my opinion, you are just cowardly ordinary people..."

Bean Sprout has a beautiful voice, and Feng Su has carefully trained her lines.

At this time, the girl read out the dialogue one by one, and cried when it was time to cry, and the crystal tears fell like broken beads.

After reading, Bean Sprout wiped his face and sat back expressionlessly.

The strong man was stunned. I thought they were all poor students, but I was the only one who was trash?

"Very good, sit down." Li Si didn't hesitate to praise her.

After letting Bean Sprout sit down, he continued teaching.

The shrill sound of the wind and snow outside could not cover his boring and monotonous lectures. Several people wanted to yawn, but they forcibly held back.

Their eyes are in a trance: who am I? where am I? Why do I have to attend classes?

However, it seems that even God doesn't want Li Si to give a good lecture. After a while, there was another problem. The middle-aged man with the injured finger raised his hand tremblingly.

Fortunately, he still remembers to raise his hand when asking questions in class.

Li Si nodded casually, and the middle-aged man dared to speak: "I, can I go to the bathroom?"

His face was pale, and beads of sweat kept dripping.

Li Si's kick was so hard that he was in pain all night, until now his lower abdomen still seemed to be on fire.

The middle-aged man probably has a twisted bowel.

This disease can be big or small, and if it is treated in time, there will be no problems, but if it is delayed, it may kill people.

Most importantly, his stomach hurts too much, even if he is a gangster who has killed people, he can't bear it.

Instead of going to the toilet, middle-aged people want to find some painkillers.

Li Si shot the script: "Why didn't you go after class just now? No way!"

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say ten thousand dirty words. Thousands of words came to my mouth, but turned into: "Please."

While speaking, he held the knife quietly. You can't beat it, but what about desperately?

In order to save their lives, middle-aged people don't mind giving it a try.

Li Si didn't expect that anyone would dare to resist, he scratched his hair and pointed behind him.

Behind him is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and you can see the snow-covered outside. A little farther away is the fence of the hospital, and further away is hidden in the wind and snow, so I can't see clearly.

"I don't want to be so extreme, but if you force me..."

Li Si originally wanted to say that if he made trouble again, he would send the middle-aged people out to freeze for a few hours, so as to calm down.

But under Li Si's gaze, the middle-aged man's mouth gradually opened wide. His face was contorted, as if terrified.

The others had the same expression, they glanced at Li Si and looked out the window.

Li Si turned around.

I saw a lump of something on the fence of the hospital, wearing a nurse's uniform.

The reason for saying "a lump" is because the sharp and dense guardrails in the hospital made her inhuman shape, only her head was still intact.

Li Si recognized it as the head nurse.

The woman smelled of carrion and formalin, and Li Si thought she might be suspected of hiding a corpse. But before she had time to investigate, the head nurse died in such a miserable manner before her eyes.

In the icy and snowy field outdoors, the head nurse's body was soon covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Li Si stroked her chin and looked back at the actors. Unsurprisingly, everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes.

They obviously misunderstood something. As soon as Li Si pointed out the window, the head nurse fell from the sky, hung on the fence and strung up lamb kebabs.

This impure murderous demonstration?

At most, Li Si hurt people last night, and promised that as long as he didn't cause trouble, he would not care about anything.

But now that the dead show up, the whole thing changes.

The actors got up one after another, knocking over the stools. Someone stepped forward, and Li Si recognized that it was the Mongolian poacher.

He shouted: "Can't I run if I can't beat it? You can grab everything, I don't want to die!"

After finishing speaking, the Mongolian youth ran away. He slammed the door open with his thick shoulders and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The iron gate swayed.

Li Si stood where he was, just watched with interest, and didn't chase after him. After confirming this, the others also slowly retreated, and then fled in all directions.

When only Li Si and Bean Sprouts were left in the hall, Li Si said, "Go upstairs to find Sister Susu, lock the door, and I'll go right over."

Bean Sprouts went upstairs quickly, but Li Si was still in place. A few minutes later, a figure flashed into the hall, gently closed the door, and locked it.

It was the Mongolian youth just now.

He walked towards Li Si, put his hand on his chest, and bent down deeply:

"Please don't kill me, I hope to get your protection. In exchange, I will tell you the secrets about this mental hospital."

It turned out that he had been hiding nearby until everyone left.

Li Si was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Is the lamb in Mongolia really better than other places?"

The young man raised his head, hesitantly: "Is... right? I usually don't eat mutton in other places."

Li Si asked again: "Scallions and mutton, do you mean eating scallions and mutton?"

The young man felt that he was being teased, and he was faintly angry: "No, if the sheep eat shallots, the meat will lose a lot of fishy smell. Don't you really want to know the secret I said?"

Li Si looked sincere: "Take it easy first."

"Why is ice-boiled sheep delicious? Is there any difference between using mutton cubes and mutton slices when making ice-boiled sheep?"