Chapter 65

Two young security policemen, one holding a baton pointed at xiuci Beiyuan and the other holding a walkie talkie, whispered for help. It's not that they are timid, but that the current state of kithara xiuci looks very dangerous. Not only the white clothes and ties are splashed with blood, but also Junxiu's face is a little scarlet. In the twinkling of an eye, it seems that his face is full of cold and fierce, not like college students, but like a cold killer with dozens of lives on his back.

The scene behind him was even more frightening. The wounded rolled over and groaned all the way from the road to the porch of the apartment building, making it impossible to estimate how many victims there were in the building.

Under such circumstances, the two security policemen are extremely guilty, and they have no courage in their hands - they are not qualified to carry guns, and they are not a low-level fish in criminal cases. At present, one baton per person is obviously not used for farting. Looking at the fierce way of Beiyuan xiuci, they are really afraid of his madness, and they come up and beat them on the ground.

Fortunately, xiuci Beiyuan was still sane after all. She didn't have the idea of fighting against the national violence machine, and she didn't have the brain to attack the police when she was hot. She looked at the two extremely nervous public security policemen, looked down at Taitian Jianye, who had been beaten and lost his mind, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, calmed down a little, slowly lost the wooden knife and raised her hands, But instead of squatting down with his head in his arms, he shouted, "officer, I'm in self-defense. These people break into houses."

Beiyuan xiuci put away her cool color and calmed down her anger. Suddenly, she became a gentle and handsome teenager. The two security policemen approached him vigilantly with batons. After taking a closer look at him, they somehow had a good feeling. They felt that he was not very like a villain. They couldn't help believing it. They were a little relieved. However, for whatever reason, no matter who is right and who is wrong, the cause of all this is still Beiyuan xiuci. The danger is still very obvious, so one of them took out handcuffs and prepared to handcuff him first.

Beiyuan xiuci didn't want to wear this thing. She whispered, "officer, I'm not over 18 years old and won't run away and hurt people. Don't you have to?"

The juvenile protection law protects a lot of scum. Since scum can be used, he also wants to enjoy the privilege.

"Over fourteen?"

"Super..."

With a crisp sound, he was still handcuffed, but the public security police handcuffed him seemed a little sorry. They motioned another public security police to take a towel from the police bicycle and put it on his hand. They also patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. They whispered, "don't work hard, so as not to tighten and hurt your hand."

Xiuci Beiyuan was speechless. He hated that his charm value was too high. He was always harassed by brainless girls. He was very upset. He would hope that his charm value would exceed 100 - that might be a good treatment. At least he didn't have to wear this "Bracelet".

A moment later, the reinforcement of the public security office arrived, and the police car roared and the siren was harsh. Yangzi on the fourth floor heard the movement. He cautiously opened the door and looked down on tiptoe. He saw that there were many police on the Road downstairs, and Beiyuan xiuci was being escorted to the direction of the police car. Suddenly she was in a hurry. She didn't care about anything. She ran downstairs desperately and passed the police and medical staff who entered the building to check how many people were injured by Beiyuan xiuci.

No one cared about her, but she was afraid when she ran. She was afraid that xiuci Beiyuan would make a big deal, and her nose was sore. She rushed out of the apartment building and saw that Xiuji kithara was being pushed into the car. Her tears blurred her eyes and shouted with all her strength: "o'nissan!"

When Beiyuan xiuci heard this, she stopped her body and looked back. She talked with the police around her and said, "officer, it's my sister. Can you let me talk to her?"

The policeman hesitated for a moment and took another look at Yoko Ono. He found that he was only about ten years old. There was no threat, and his small body shook badly. It was very pitiful. He didn't put xiuci Beiyuan into the car again. It was tacit approval. He turned and talked to the driver.

Yoko Ono hurriedly ran over, stuck his head in the arms of Hideki kithara, hugged him tightly, sobbed and shouted, "o'nissan, I'm sorry, I hurt you! I hurt you, I'm sorry!"

She was a little precocious, but she was young but had little insight. She hid in the house and didn't see the incident. Seeing so many police directly, she instinctively thought that something must have happened.

Beiyuan xiuci squatted down and wiped her tears with her handcuffed hand. She comforted softly, "don't cry, Yoko. Don't scare yourself. It's not a big deal. By the way, the police may want to ask you later. Say whatever you have. Don't be afraid. Just tell the truth, okay?"

"I will take responsibility!" Yoko took his hand, wrapped his big hand with his small hand, and nodded desperately in tears.

Kithara xiuci chuckled. "I beat people. What responsibility do you take? Stop talking nonsense, Yoko. Stay at home and wait for me to come back... Well, close the door, call the police if you have something to do, and take good care of yourself and baijiro."

Yoko Ono said anxiously, "but this is because of me..."

Beiyuan xiuci interrupted her and said softly but seriously in her ear, "don't do superfluous things, don't say superfluous words, wait for me at home, don't let me worry, Yoko."

Yoko Ono actually wanted to go to the public security office with kithara xiuci to share joys and sorrows, but looking at kithara xiuci's serious expression, he knew that it would not help if he went. He might even make trouble. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged his neck. His small face was close to his face, sobbed and said seriously, "I will wait for you, o'nissan, no matter how long."

Although xiuci kithara tried to comfort her, she was afraid that something big must have happened, based on her experience in TV dramas - when the hero was going to suffer, she always said "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter" to the heroine with a gentle smile, showing the style of a real man - she felt that something big must have happened.

It's also normal. After all, she's only ten years old. She's still too far away from her. It's good not to cry and panic.

And kithara xiuci is a little speechless. Why does it sound so unlucky that he seems to be going to jail? However, Yangzi always cares about him. He can only wipe her tears silently, but more and more.

The middle-aged public security policeman next to him felt almost done. He patted xiuci Beiyuan and interrupted their "parting of life and death". However, he looked gentle and asked, "OK?" he also felt good about xiuci Beiyuan for some reason. This was a little accommodation, but they couldn't help talking endlessly.

"Thank you for your trouble, officer." kithara said thanks and said "go back" to Yoko. He stuffed it into the car and pulled it directly to the police station.

Looking back in the car, he saw Yoko's little figure standing on the roadside motionless, as if desperately wiping tears, and his face was cold. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head - Yoko Ono was young and shallow. In her opinion, being caught by the police may be a big problem, but it's not as serious as she thought.

It's not cost-effective to build your future for some scum.

Even if he was fierce in the end, some of his emotions were out of control and he beat people very hard, but there were always three points of his brain online. He should not have played a big problem. At most, it was just skin and flesh injuries. It was a great fracture. Otherwise, he really wanted to poison his hands. It wouldn't take so much effort. It was on the fourth floor at that time. You could easily lift a few down from the upstairs with a little ingenuity. At least you had to start with paraplegia and make a few lives easily - regardless of whether it was self-defense or not, as long as you made a human life, it would be looked at differently and have a great impact on the future. It was an alternative murderer, so it's better not to do so as far as possible. Besides, even if it's self-defense, the judge has to eat a few kilograms of brain fragments to believe that seven or eight people have died or four or five disabilities in one breath?

But looking at the current situation, there is no shortage of trouble.

He closed his eyes and began to calm down, ready to deal with the next things - nothing to be afraid of, people who are afraid of trouble can never become the climate, so he should temper his mind.

[PS. I'm sorry, everyone. The group number in the profile is wrong. In fact, it should be 629977672. It will take seven days to change. I'm very sorry.]