Chapter 569

On September 30, a sparrow perched on the pole was startled by a quarrel between a man and a woman in a staff lounge of No. 6 middle school.

The quarrel ended abruptly with a bang.

The man looks at the bloody cup in his hand and his girlfriend on the ground. His pupils enlarge slowly. No matter how he kneels down to apologize, clap and shout, he can no longer recover the situation of making a big mistake.

The cup fell off his hands, he knelt on the ground, pulled his hair hard, cried in frustration and silence, and beat himself on the chest with his fist.

Someone knocked at the door, he turned back suddenly, his eyes were fierce, a colleague said outside: "teacher Yan, my lesson preparation book has fallen."

"I It's not convenient for me now. "

Teacher Yan looked at the corpse on the ground. He didn't know if the lie came from his heart. He felt that his tongue moved and said it naturally.

He knew for a moment how much he would pay to round up the lie.

"Ha ha, I see. I'll take it after my vacation. Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays!"

When he heard the footsteps go away, the smile on Yan's face disappeared, and he was pulled back to the cruel reality. This matter must be handled well and never show his horse's feet. But how to do it? His brain has been in a mess

He was in the same room with the corpse. His thoughts changed every second. Sometimes he traced back to the source of the tragedy, sometimes he imagined the heavy punishment. During that time, he suddenly jumped up, slapped his face angrily, and said, "it's all your fault!"

The body seemed to move for a while. He was not sure whether it was an illusion or not. He was as far away as an electric shock. He knelt on the ground and stared at it with wide eyes. He kept this posture for five minutes without even blinking his eyelids.

He wanted to smoke, but he didn't. He remembered that there was Zhonghua sent by his parents in a teacher's drawer. He hesitated for a while and shook his head and said, "mind him!"

Open a cigarette, take out one and smoke happily. I haven't touched nicotine for a long time. I inhale it into the brain marrow in one breath. The pleasure is incomparable. The anesthesia makes the fingertips tremble slightly.

He sat on the ground with a cigarette, his right hand on his right leg, and complained to the people on the ground: "you don't understand anything. I don't come from your background. Every step of my life is 10000 times as hard as you. You will only blame others for this and that, as if the world is perfect without this and that. You have never seen the dangers of the world!"

All of a sudden, he wanted to do that, kill and fuck. These two natures were always intertwined. One was awakened and the other would revive.

No matter how to camouflage civilization, human beings only desire these two things.

Some murderers, the first thing to kill a person is to find a young lady. Now I know there is a reason.

"You know nothing!"

He began to take off the clothes of the other side. When his hands touched the iron cold skin, he shrank in fear. His body didn't react at all. Damn it!

"Why! Why? Why! " He beat himself and wept, and wept bitterly for what he was going to lose. The tears were all for himself, and no half of them belonged to the dead.

The night outside the window had already come quietly. He peeped through the window. There was no one in the playground.

Teacher Yan carried the body packed in sacks downstairs. He often picked up his girlfriend when he was playing, but it was not as heavy as it is now. It sank like a boulder and bent his back.

A large piece of bright red appeared near the back of the head of the corpse. Such a man-made sack, with a big red flower on its head, can be seen by anyone.

Look around!

Crossing the empty campus is like crossing a dangerous minefield. Anyone's inadvertent sight will leave him forever. He prays for the gods silently. Please let me go smoothly this time!

The damn parking lot must be built at the other end of the playground. When he finally got here, he felt as relieved as he got to the finish line.

Open the back carriage, throw the body in, like throwing a sack of waste paper, listen to the movement as if there is a bone broken, but he doesn't care, now she is just a lump of meat, a lump of meat that will cause trouble.

He sat in the car and was suddenly blinded by the bright light. He was frightened and covered with his arm.

Suddenly, in the headlights, a figure came out, leaned on the front of the car, calmly put on a cigar, and pointed at him.

Mr. Yan got out of the car and went to the man. He said in amazement, "Mr. Zhou?"

"Who is in the car, Miss Lin?"

"No No, it's just a bunch of used coaching materials. "

"You're so nervous. Your tongue is tied. I'm still so nervous. How about facing the police in the future?"

Teacher Yan looked at him suspiciously and judged the other side's position. Did he want to help himself?

Mr. Zhou is very mysterious. He has been in this middle school for only one month. He never takes part in the topics in the office. He always thinks about things silently with a cigar in his hand. After class, he drives home and gets along for so long. Mr. Yan doesn't even know his full name.

Just knocked on the door and said that he was the one who left the textbook. Has he noticed since then?

"Why can the police catch the real murderer every time, because they are powerful? No, the murderer is too stupid. The police school has to study for three to five years, from criminal investigation to trace identification. The police who leave the school have to practice for one year. With the master for several years, they have all kinds of equipment, monitoring all over the streets, the right to ask anyone, and they can also legally hurt others. You have more than one opponent A group! But what do you have? You are inexperienced, flustered, at a loss, and full of loopholes. It's like a bad magician playing tricks, letting a group of experts come to the stage to find flaws. Novice like you, you are sitting in the Public Security Bureau drinking tea in three days. How long can you carry in the face of a round of interrogation? Do you have the money to hire a lawyer? You just say, I didn't, I didn't, it's like telling the police, it's me, it's me! " Mr. Zhou took a deep breath of cigar and shook his head meaningfully. "You are too tender, son!"

Yan opened his eyes wide, and tears of regret came to his eyes. He knew that there was an expert standing in front of him. Only an expert could talk like this. He knelt down and touched teacher Zhou's shoes and said, "help me, help me! Please! "

Mr. Zhou casually tasted cigars, raised his eyebrows and looked at the brightness of cigarette butts, as if he had only opened his mouth after a century, "what can I get?"

"What do you want? As long as I have

"If you want to give me something, I will help you this time. I will let the police know that you are suspected of killing people, but only stare. I will let you escape the French Open and live a smooth life."

"Thank you! Thank you! You must have been sent by God. No, you are God! "

Mr. Yan knelt down and kissed Mr. Zhou's leather shoes again and again, as if it were his girlfriend's soft lips. Mr. Zhou smiled and took out his mobile phone: "frost, there is work to do!"