The system is very abstract, fortunately I am also

Chapter 20 I deserve to die!

"What do you mean by living? Xiao Lin."

This was the second time Lin Li heard this question today.

But the problem is that this time it is not a patient with jade syndrome, nor a guest in the chicken farm, but the driver who drives for him.

And what follows is the acceleration of the vehicle underneath.

Your mother.

"Uncle, don't be like this, I'm scared." Lin Li, who was sitting in the back seat, silently fastened his seat belt.

Where did I come from? Is this still a police car? Isn't this a fucking hearse?

I was curious about the profession of Demon Suppressor, so I asked Yangliang how much his salary was, whether he worked a lot of overtime, whether there were many promotion channels, whether work reports and reports were easy to write, and whether the disputes he handled were simple or not, etc., etc., dozens of questions. , it’s not like the mood changes so quickly...

The psychological quality is worrying.

Yang Liang took a deep look at Lin Li from the rearview mirror: "Shut up if you're afraid."

In the conversation just now, I said that I had actually gone home from get off work and came out to work overtime temporarily.

As a result, Lin Li actually asked himself why.

Why? Isn’t it clear why you are the ‘culprit’ who works overtime?

Lin Li stopped talking and looked at the retrograde street scene outside the window. He was actually checking the system.

Task 2 has not been completed yet, but Lin Li thought about it and thought that the reason may be that it still needs follow-up from the Demon Suppression Division. After all, there are still some Hehuan demons who are at home after work and have not been arrested yet, and they have not met the requirements. 'suppression'.

I hope that's what I think.

Anyway, I have done everything I can to the best of my ability, but I am still a little disappointed and frustrated. I thought it would be completed immediately.

Sigh.

"This is the community, right? Get out of the car and go home quickly. Don't make your parents wait at home. Also, help me say hello to your parents. By the way, practice your trumpet. You brat. Completely useless." Yang Liang slowly parked the car, unlocked the door, and joked to Lin Li.

"Okay, thank you uncle, but don't worry, my dad is gone and my mom is working outside. I am the only one at home. No one will be anxious. As for practicing the trumpet, it is even more impossible." After Lin Li finished speaking, Just trot home.

Although it was only close to nine o'clock now, Lin Li was still very busy because he had to get up early tomorrow and also had some information to look up in Chapter 1 of the Eighth Level Exercise.

Yang Liang was about to get out of the car and smoke a cigarette to relax. His hand trembled slightly and the cigarette fell straight to the ground.

Then he stretched out his trembling hand and put the cigarette into his trembling mouth. He took out the lighter tremblingly and did not light it for a long time.

Lin Li's answer was still echoing in his ears, and the image of Lin Li's lost and frustrated face that he had just noticed appeared before his eyes.

He had never seen such an expression on Lin Li's face before.

How sad, how sad.

He turned his head and looked at the lonely figure running towards the community in silence in the distance. He pursed his lips, but said nothing.

Three seconds later.

"Crack!"

Yangliang slapped himself in the face: "I really deserve to die!"

This child looked like just now, why is the smile that was always on his lips missing? It was obvious that his words had touched a sore spot!

Yangliang suddenly realized something. Perhaps abstraction was not Lin Li's original intention. It was just a protective shell created by this child to protect his fragile heart!

He was just a poor kid hiding himself with a smile.

Damn it, what did you say to such a child?

As a police officer, he actually hurt a child like this!

I'm so fucking damned good!

…

He is completely unaware that his actually normal statement has been misinterpreted. He is abstract simply because Lin Li is naturally abstract. At this moment, he is enthusiastically perfecting the eight-level exercise of modern literature.

Because of the hard work during the day, this didn't take a lot of time.

Then Lin Li formally followed the eight-level exercise method in his living room and typed the content of the first chapter - you can't read the paper while practicing tomorrow, you must memorize the content first.

The translation is correct.

This time there was no shower head, he didn't want to pee, and there was actually no heat flow, but Lin Li really felt a mysterious change coming from his body, as if his muscles and bones were being opened.

It’s not that the effect is so exaggerated that it will work just once. In fact, the technique itself says that this is a technique that takes time and sweat to accumulate.

What's more, it's an indescribable and mysterious feeling of a promising future, and the body seems to be expressing joy - Boxing champion Tyson? It will never be more than this!

If you practice eight hundred times a day, maybe you can really become Saitama.

After taking a shower, he had a simple video call with his mother as usual, and then Lin Li got ready to go to bed.

…

Ten twenty.

Lin Li looked at the ceiling.

Damn it, you lay there for forty minutes and didn’t fall asleep.

Although I was quite tired this morning, after enjoying forty minutes in the massage parlor, I was no longer so tired.

Moreover, today's experience was really novel, and the fact that he could finally practice a technique that did not belong to this earth made Lin Li's mind a little excited.

Today is the weekend, and my biological clock seems not to allow me to sleep now.

Lin Li sighed: "Count the sheep."

…

Ten forty.

"Five hundred and sixty-two sheep, five hundred and sixty-four sheep, five hundred and sixty-five, five hundred... Your mother, how many sheep were there just now!" Lin Li sat up suddenly, full of energy.

Somewhat giving up, he picked up his phone.

The group chat they usually had was still on voice, and he clicked in curiously.

The voice chat was filled with a happy atmosphere, everyone was laughing and talking, but why did Lin Li sound like someone else's mother was talking about something?

Apart from his mother, classic words such as "useless thing", "even those who play with rice chicken on the keyboard are better than you", "are you a human being" echoed in it.

Lin Li distinguished that among the five people, only Bai Bufan was gentle and calm, and did not speak.

The case was solved, and he was scolded.

And starting from 1-10, he made an unforgivable mistake.

Otherwise, he would definitely be stubborn.

Good opportunity, Lin Li mixed in, and took advantage of the crowd to scold him a few words.

"Lin Li, why are you here?" As the person being scolded, Bai Bufan keenly discovered Lin Li.

"Hurry up, Lin Li, get on the account, quickly replace the beast Bai Bufan, I can't stand it, he has become the highest wall on our way to victory." Others hurriedly said at this time.

"Don't be so harsh. My favorite player said that there is no hero called "Wall" in League of Legends. If you don't understand the game, don't comment here." Bai Bufan said stubbornly at this time.

"No, I have to get up early tomorrow, but I can't sleep now. There is no melatonin at home. I don't know what to do now. I came here to see you. After seeing you like this, I feel much better." Lin Li refused.

"Are you still a Tieba person? You still have to ask such things. When you are undecided, go to expand the territory - fight for a suburb."

A word awakened the dreamer!

Is there a possibility that after such an exciting day, it is not the brain that is excited, but the cerebellum!

Lin Li hung up the voice and went to the bathroom.

Entered a website.

www.____.com.

...

Bai Bufan is a miracle doctor.

Lin Li was sleepy.

Yawning, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

...

Three twenty in the morning.

Lin Li...

Lin Li had of course fallen asleep, and slept soundly for nearly five hours. His alarm was about to ring soon.

But some people still couldn't sleep at this time.

A few kilometers away, a woman who got up at night found that her husband was not in bed. She rubbed her eyes and then found her husband smoking on the balcony at home. The woman looked puzzled:

"Yang Liang, what are you doing? It's so late, why are you still not sleeping? Didn't we agree to take the children to the park tomorrow?"

Yang Liang turned his head and looked at his wife, his expression a little vicissitudes.

"I want to go downstairs."

But he didn't seem to plan to take the stairs or take the elevator.

The woman was startled by Yang Liang in this state and hurriedly asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Yang Liang slapped himself in the face:

"I'm really fucking damned!"

Ning was interviewed:

Hello Ning, what was your original intention to play professionally?

Ning: Junior high school? I didn't go to junior high school!

Ning got married:

Ning's wife said: Please give me more advice for the rest of my life.