The solar system is broken

After all, the writer couldn't stand Mr. Jin's temptation and ran away early.

The field controller in the blue vest asked the two gentlemen in confusion what was going on?

Mr. Jin laughed and said he was going to the laboratory to feed the mice.

Then the blue vest slowly spoke, "This reason is not valid. You, an intelligence expert, are raising guinea pigs. Are you lying?"

Mr. Jin looked embarrassed and continued to explain forcefully that I was studying the information and communication abilities of guinea pigs.

I was so anxious that I couldn't even speak.

Needless to say, I wanted to escape.

This kind of meeting requires the last photos to be taken, so naturally these cannot be released.

Especially Mr. Jin, who was named for special care.

Then Dean Huang chased him out and pushed him back.

After the two old men leave, the blue vest looks at the writer and starts your performance.

The writer calmly said, "Hey, how could you come in by climbing the stairs?"

The blue vest was stunned and turned back immediately, but except for a few exhibition signs, a lonely staircase, and two fallen pieces of paper, there was no one there.

"Where is there someone..."

By the time he realized that he had been deceived, the writer was already standing in the elevator, and the door of the box-type elevator was slowly closing.

"goodbye."

The hand in the blue vest pressed randomly on the elevator, but it was unable to stop the elevator from sinking.

The writer walked out of the gymnasium, stretched his arms, and felt the fresh air coming, bringing with it the warmth of autumn.

The university campus is very quiet, with pedestrians in twos and threes and towering trees.

The writer gently closed his eyes, feeling like he had not lived in the ivory tower for a long time.

There used to be brothers in the ivory tower. We used to fight together, drink together, and go crazy together.

The mottled tree trunks show traces of time.

On a distant autumn day, a young man read Heine's poems under a tree with a book in his arms. Perhaps he was criticizing formalist theory, or perhaps he was thinking about the scope of application of the theory of relativity.

But the most credible thing is that on that autumn day, there was nothing but an ordinary-looking school girl passing by.

The writer stepped on the broken leaves with his hands behind his back and moved forward step by step, not knowing where to go or what to do.

Young people in twos and threes walked past the writer.

Holding books, talking and laughing about their youth, games, girls and gossip.

This is what is called light on the face.

"Hey, hey," a girl stopped, turned to her roommate, and pointed at the writer with a sideways glance.

Another girl immediately became more energetic, stretched her neck, and covered her eyebrows with her right hand, "She has a demonic aura~"

"He's a man~" The girl held her arm around her roommate and gently patted her roommate's chest.

"Yo ho~" The girl with short hair finally saw the writer on the trail through the dense woods.

The writer, who is covered with light, has a beautiful face.

Coupled with the fact that the writer owes me a hundred thousand yuan, it is indeed very attractive to girls who are new to the world.

"Handsome, I can't walk anymore, please help me~"

"Hey, she's not as pretty as my giegie," she shook her upper body, stuck out her tongue, and made a face.

"Despicable! You slut~" pinch the meat.

The two people were fighting and making noise.

When they saw the writer coming, they also put on their clothes and looked serious, and the three of them passed by each other.

What does the university say?

Look at beautiful men and handsome guys, but just look at them and never take action.

The writer didn't pay much attention, after all, anyone who came up to ask for his contact information would be directly persuaded to leave by his senior phone.

behind.

"You pervert~"

"If your boyfriend wasn't good-looking, would you agree?" Aojiao.

"Then we have to see how to pronounce 'long'~" He giggled and ran away.

"How else can you pronounce it..." After thinking about it, he covered his face in shame, "You dirty bitch, I'll tighten your skin for you."

"Just a little bit, you can't hit me." The voice gradually faded away.

The writer's eyes narrowed slightly. Today's college students are also very crazy~

This is the boulevard of Jiangnan University, commonly known as the grove.

The autumn sun is gentle, the breeze is gentle, and the writer is walking in boundless leisurely freedom.

The days of leisure and retirement are really wonderful.

Life is always burdened with pain, and people regard the struggle to experience pain as a virtue, perseverance.

But there is no way to avoid suffering. Those who advocate suffering are not only harmful, but also sick. (Wang Xiaobo)

Dilute the peaceful leisure life, this is the state that life should be.

"Sir," a deep voice said.

"Huh?" A gust of cold wind blew by.

Someone.

A soldier stood behind the writer, the soldier who asked the question.

"Who are you?"

"It's not important," the soldier made a gesture of invitation.

Following the direction of his finger, an off-road military vehicle stopped at a remote intersection.

"Can I refuse?" The writer frowned.

This white officer had a strong sense of oppression, and the writer felt a touch of hostility in him.

"I don't think so, sir." The officer's attitude was a bit firm. Although there was a smile on his face, it was full of threats.

He is 190cm tall, and the muscles in his upper arms show signs of bulging through his clothes. His waist is bulging, and he is obviously equipped with a gun.

The writer looked at his bare arms, didn't resist, and walked away to the car.

Although he looked calm, sweat broke out on the writer's forehead.

Slowly, he took out the square towel from his pocket, and when he was about to wipe his sweat, the water stains on it caught the writer's attention.

(Lao Jin drooled while sleeping.)

The officer was not afraid that the writer would run away and went straight to the left door.

The writer glanced at the exhaust pipe. The officer's urging came from the front, and he saw the writer pulling the back seat door in the rearview mirror.

"Front door."

...

"where are we going?"

"Graveyard." Pull on the handbrake and release the clutch.

...

Does this mean that the corpse is saved?

The military vehicle started and slowly drove from the end of the grove to the main road and turned around.

Chuan Yuan pushed Jiang Che out of the gymnasium and happened to see this military vehicle leaving.

Through the glass slit on the side, Jiang Che saw the writer sitting in the passenger seat. Jiang Che's face was gloomy.

"Hmm? Where is Mr. Jiang?" Chuan Yuan looked around but couldn't find anything.

Jiang Che said coldly: "I'm going back first, why don't you come with me?"

"Waiting for Mr. Jiang?"

"Don't worry about him!" Jiang Che gently pinched the fingers of his right hand.

"Oh well."

....

The car was driven out through the side door.

The security guard also respectfully saluted the military vehicle.

The red and white blocking lever was slowly raised. The officer glanced at the side, stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

"Aren't you afraid?" the officer glanced sideways at the writer in the passenger seat.

"Fear."

"But your expression gives me the illusion of confidence."

The writer leaned on the door and window with his right hand and said calmly, "I won't die so easily."

"Why?"

The car slowly stopped at the red light.

"Because I have a brain." I don't know why, but the officer saw unusual confidence in him.

The officer didn't know what the writer was talking about and didn't pay much attention.

The car started slowly, passing through District 11 and heading towards the cemetery in District 6.

The writer's eyes flickered and he glanced at the rearview mirror.

The officer ignored the writer and concentrated on driving.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"You are suspected of breaking the law."

"Oh," the writer smiled half-heartedly.

"why are you laughing?"

"Did you know? This is what those tough guys used to do." The writer withdrew his hand and sat up.

"Be more serious."

The speed of the car was getting slower and slower, and the officer stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in confusion. The car made a dull sound, but it could not pick up speed.

It slowed down to the end and stalled.

After restarting the ignition, the car started to sizzle for a long time.

After walking less than two meters, the car stopped and stopped again.

"Didi!" A van from behind honked its horn impatiently, urging the military vehicle, which was slower than a snail.

The officer frowned. The car seemed to be broken down.

But it shouldn’t be. This was a new car provided by the Chinese military. Why did it break down as soon as it started?

After looking left and right, the officer turned on the turn signal, turned the steering wheel several times, and drove the car diagonally into a parking space.

"I'm going to see what's going on," the officer said, loosening his seat belt and getting out of the car.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the writer's mouth, and his eyes were always in the rearview mirror, watching the situation at the rear of the car.

The officer looked at the car suspiciously and checked first the cylinder, then the fuel tank, and then the exhaust pipe.

In the exhaust pipe, he saw a blackened handkerchief and a pair of gloves.

The good guys are tightly blocked.

"??"

Military vehicles are repaired every day, so something so obvious wouldn't have been there very early.

So...

The officer went to look at the passenger compartment and saw the writer there.

"see_you!"

The car let out a dull whimper, then shrugged and jumped out of the parking space.

The officer flew forward and grabbed the car door.

The writer sneered, reversed the car, and ran over the officer.

Don't ask why, it's just self-defense.

A thug with a gun wants to kill me. This illegal infringement is going on. I crush him to death. Is it appropriate? It's extremely appropriate.

The officer was startled by the sudden reversal of the car and quickly backed away to avoid it. Unfortunately, he was a little too slow after all, and the car easily pushed him.

"Xie Te!" The officer turned around in confusion, keeping his body close to the ground to avoid the wheels.

Fortunately, the terrain of military vehicles is very high, so as long as the tires do not hit directly, they cannot cause physical damage to the officers.

The writer looked at the officer who had fallen to the ground, turned the steering wheel, rushed through a fence, crossed a red light, and sped away into the distance.

At this time, the officer finally understood why the writer took so long to get into the car because his emotions were plugging the exhaust pipe.

"Damn it!" He picked up the flattened hat on the ground.

He stood up and stepped on the handkerchief on the ground several times.

"Shet! Shet!" People passing by looked at the officer like a fool.

Someone in the distance took out his mobile phone and started recording video...