You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

"It's really ugly to die." Xianchan Chenchen squatted and said.

The afternoon sun shone into the front hall, like a golden banner spread over the corpse of the prisoner. His corpse was wrapped in a body bag, with only his head exposed, but it was scary enough: half a face of normal flesh and blood, and half a head corroded into pale bones. The terrifying contrast between life and death stimulated the eyes of all witnesses.

Even after the first glimpse of curiosity, the officers of the Statistics Department turned their eyes away, as if they were afraid of jumping up from prison and kissing them.

The only one who took Chan Chenchen open the body bag, looked at the body that almost turned into water, and said, "I met him a few days ago and felt that he was full of worries, and I thought he was in trouble. As a result, you see, isn't this person gone? So you have to think about the good in everything, maybe it will come true?"

Suddenly someone commented: "This joke is not funny, and everyone thinks it's very impolite for you to joke about dead people."

"You cat hugger, do you know what a joke is?!" Xianchan Chenchen scolded: "Do you know that the most important thing in a joke is wit and timeliness? You are so powerful, let me liven up the atmosphere!"

The woman from the Statistics Department, who was standing behind Xianchan Chenchen and hugged the cat, said, "Inspector, you moved too much just now, as if you had touched corpse water."

"Wipe? Wipe it!?" Xianchan Chenchen jumped back like a frightened cat, and shook out his handkerchief, left and wiped right, until he heard the faint laughter of others, and then suddenly Realize that you have been tricked.

"Is it funny?"

The operators were silent, and the woman holding the cat walked to Xianchan Chenchen, cutting off his "destruction line of sight" to the operators, and instructed: "Go and investigate the surroundings and find out the assassin's invasion route."

"Yes!"

When all the operatives left the front hall, Xianchan Chenchen looked at the woman holding the cat with a gloomy face: "Zhao Yebai, don't think that with the support of the director, you can disrespect me... Why are you squatting down?"

"Didn't you say you can't be disrespectful to you? I feel like it would be rude to have the inspector look up at me and talk, so I should obviously squat down so that the inspector doesn't get your neck tired."

Zhao Yebai blinked and said, the fat orange cat in her arms also let out a meow just right, as if agreeing.

"Okay, okay." Xianchan Chenchen laughed angrily: "I can't help you for the time being, I don't care whether the director sends you to monitor me or restrain me, but you'd better pray that you can always be sheltered by the director, otherwise —"

"Director Xie just sent me to help Hanchan walk," Zhao Yebai shrugged: "There is no surveillance, no restraint, I'm just here to help you, if you ask me to hug the cat, I will hug the cat, what do you think about me? Like? Fatty, what do you think he wants?"

Zhao Yebai patted Fat Ju's butt, and Fat Ju's tail was immediately stretched, and his eyes narrowed with a pleasant smile.

"Really?" Xianchan Chenchen sneered, "I don't believe it."

After framing Qin Leyin failed, Xianchan Chenchen also paid a high price-he thought it was a punishment for unsuccessful framing, and if the framing was successful, it might be a reward-in addition to prohibiting further shots against Li Wei, the director also A deputy was assigned to him.

After all, if Xianchan Chenchen wanted to do something, he almost had to rely on the power of the Statistics Department. With his deputy as restraint, if Xianchan Chenchen wanted to frame others, his deputy could directly tell him to 'stop the frame' instead of going to the 'frame'. Attempted' such a shameful point.

And Xianchan Chenchen's attitude is also very direct, he never gives Zhao Yebai any work, only let her hold the cat, it happens that the fat orange is getting bigger and bigger and he can't hold it.

Want to decentralize? Want to spy on me? no way!

Zhao Yebai didn't have a temper when it came to Xianchan Chenchen's arrogant attitude and asked, "Should I go out and leave you alone with the deceased?"

"Why?"

"I see that you seem to have something to say to your friends. My outsider here may affect your emotional catharsis..."

"Friend?" Xianchan Chenchen raised her eyebrows and sneered: "There are still friends among us four guards?"

Zhao Yebai didn't argue with him about the definition of a friend, and said, "But you always don't care about dead people, you don't even look at them, but this corpse you looked at for a while..."

"How long have you known me, how dare you say you understand me, speculate about me, and judge me?!" Xianchan Chenchen mocked: "Do you think you can know what I'm thinking? Just because your hair grows? Just because you grow tall ?"

"I've known you for fifteen days. The working time is ten hours, which is one hundred and fifty hours. During this period, we have lunch together eight times. According to my experience, having so much time together should be enough to become friends..."

"Your experience? The experience with your best friend? The experience with your classmates?" Xianchan Chenchen said coldly, "I am the boss and you are the subordinate, tell me the difference between superior and inferior, and don't talk back, understand!?"

"Yes, Inspector." Zhao Yebai said obediently, "Then, Inspector, why did you look at this corpse for so long? Is it because he is finally shorter than you?"

Cicada Chenchen sucked in a breath of cold air, and his left hand tightly pressed his right hand.

Zhao Yebai's naive expression made his inner organs ablaze. In the past few years, very few people have dared to humiliate him with such exquisite words - he could hardly wait to perform height surgery on Zhao Yebai immediately, so that she would never have to squat down and talk to him head-on!

Forbearance!

He took a few deep breaths to calm down, turned his head to look at Bai Prison, and suddenly sneered: "What you said is not bad."

"what?"

"He had suggested to me before that I should wear stilts to increase my height. I thought he was running on me and had a fight with him. Later, he suggested a few leather boot shops to me, and I realized that he was running a business. route."

"Operating route?"

"The route that was once popular in the past... Most of the people in the four guards are the actual combat route. When they need to complete a task, they put on the corresponding mask and use the fastest and most ruthless means to obtain results. But more than ten years ago, Siwei has popularized the strategy of 'operating identity', doing good deeds, making friends, weaving a network of relationships, and exchanging information with each other..."

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"Because everyone finds it easy to kill people," Xianchan Chenchen stared at Zhao Yebai maliciously: "You can ask for information by direct intimidation and inducement, so why bother yourself to please those who hate you?"

"Inspector, don't say that," Zhao Yebai shook his head: "I didn't wrong myself."

Xianchan Chenchen pressed his left wrist with his right hand and his right wrist with his left hand.

Forbearance!

Zhao Yebai asked: "So, Mr. Prison Worship is a walking route? Speaking of which, I seem to have heard that Mr. Prison Worship from the Royal Academy is an old teacher of both virtue and art..."

"Forget it, but he hasn't achieved much in these years, and Li Wei has this pattern..." Xianchan Chenchen snorted: "That's why he died so ugly."

"It doesn't sound like a causal relationship between the two?"

"When he wanted to go the good man route, he was already indulging in his good-hearted fantasies, losing his vigilance, losing his wildness, losing his killing intent, losing everything... Hmph, it's a pity that there are too few such people, if there were more of them in the imperial court, This kind of people, our Statistics Department has long taken over the court."

Zhao Yebai thought for a while and said, "So Inspector, are you feeling a little pity for Mr. Prison's death, but you're too embarrassed to say it, so you mocked his kindness?"

Xianchan Chenchen widened her eyes and wanted to say something, but she felt it was useless to say it, so she didn't say anything.

"Two."

A voice came from the door, and they saw a young man with a black cross and a white coat clasping his fists outside and said, "Young Master Qin and Young Master Shi are waiting for you."

"Let's lead the way." Xianchan Chenchen raised his head and said, "Who are you from Qin Leyin?"

"He is my brother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ My name is Qin Yueyang."

"Hmph, you are a little more polite than him."

"Brother is also very polite." Qin Yueyang smiled politely.

polite? Ah.

This time, Baijiu died miserably, and Qin Leyin was also seriously injured. Chenchen Xianchan had already figured out how to humiliate Qin Leyin.

Yes, he is not allowed to attack Qin Leyin, but if Qin Leyin strikes at him first, there must be a reason for him to fight back, right? At that time, it's quite reasonable to "accidentally" interrupt Qin Leyin's five limbs, right?

A group of people came to the main hall in the back, and as soon as Chan Chenchen entered the door, they saw Qin Leyin, who was covered in bandages, lying lazily on the bench, beckoning to him:

"Hey li slave, I haven't seen you for more than half a month, come over and let my brother touch his head to see if he has grown taller."

Xianchan Chenchen only felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead, hard, his fists hard again!

Forbearance... can't bear it anymore!