"It's so ugly to die." Zhang Chan Chenchen said squatting.

The afternoon sun shone into the vestibule, like a golden flag spreading on the corpse of worship. His body was wrapped in a corpse bag, only revealing his head, but it was scary enough: half of it was a normal flesh-and-blooded face, and the half was a head that corroded into pale bones. The terrifying contrast between life and death stimulated the eyes of all witnesses.

Even after the first glance of curiosity, the operators of the statistics department took their natural fear away, as if they were afraid of being sentenced to prison and jumped up and kissed them.

Only Chan Chenchen opened the body bag, looked at the body that had almost turned into water when he was looking at the prison. He said while looking at it: "A few days ago, I felt that he was full of worries and thought he was in trouble. As a result, you see, isn't this person gone? So you have to think about everything, maybe it will come true?"

Suddenly someone commented next to him: "This joke is not funny, and everyone thinks you are particularly rude to joke with someone."

"You cat-holder, do you know what jokes are?" Zhang Chan Chenchen cursed: "Do you know that the most important thing about jokes is to be wise and timely? You are so powerful, please give me some fun!"

The woman in the Statistics Department standing behind the cicada Chenchen holding the cat said, "Inspector, you were too moved just now, and you seemed to have encountered a corpse."

"Wip? Rub!?" Chenchen, a slinger, jumped back like a frightened cat, and shook his handkerchief and wiped it left and right. He suddenly realized that he had been fooled.

"Is it funny?"

The operators were silent, and the woman holding the cat walked to Chenchen, holding the cicada, blocking his 'destructive vision' of the operators, and ordered: "You go and investigate the surroundings and find out the route of the assassin's invasion."

"yes!"

After all the operators left the front hall, the steward 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 be disrespectful to me... Why are you squatting down?"

"Didn't you say you can't be disrespectful to you? I feel that it's too rude to let the inspector look up at me, so obviously I should squat down so that the inspector won't be tired of your neck."

Zhao Yebai blinked and said, the fat orange cat in her arms also made a perfect whine, as if agreeing.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Chan Chenchen laughed furiously: "I can't do anything to you for the time being. I don't matter whether the director sends you to monitor me or restrain me, but you'd better pray that you can always be protected by the director, otherwise-"

"Director Xie just sent me to help Han Cicada walk," Zhao Yebai shrugged: "There is no surveillance and no restraint. I just came to help you. If you asked me to hold the cat, I would hold the cat. What do you think of me? Feifei, what do you think of him?"

Zhao Yebai patted Fei Ju's butt, and Fei Ju's tail suddenly became straight, and her eyes were squinting and showed a comfortable smile.

"Is that true?" Xian Chan Chenchen sneered: "I don't believe it."

After framed Qin Leyin, Zhang Chan Chenchen also paid a considerable price - he believed that this was a punishment for attempted frame-if the frame was successful, it might be a reward - in addition to prohibiting the attack on the liu, the director also sent him a deputy.

After all, if you want to cause trouble, you almost have to rely on the power of the Statistics Department. With the deputy as a clamp, if you still want to frame others, your deputy can directly let him "stop frame" without going ashamed to the point of "attempted frame".

The attitude of holding Chan Chenchen was also very direct. He never gave Zhao Yebai any work, and only asked her to hold the cat. As Fatty Jue became bigger and bigger, he couldn't hold it any longer.

Want to decentralize power? Want to monitor me? No way!

Zhao Yebai had no temper when it came to the attitude of holding Chan Chenchen, which was like a naughty child, and asked: "Do I want to go out and let you be alone with the deceased?"

"Why?"

"I think you seem to have something to say to your friend, an outsider here may affect your emotional venting..."

"Friend?" Zhang Chan Chenchen raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Where are friends between us, there are still friends?"

Zhao Yebai did not argue with him about his friend's definition and said, "But you have always been completely indifferent to dead people, and you don't even look at them. Only you have been looking at this corpse for a long time..."

"How long have you known me? You dare to say that you understand me, guess me, and judge me?" Zhang Chan Chenchen mocked: "Do you think you can know what I am thinking? Just based on your hair growth? Just based on your height?"

"I know you for fifteen days, and the working hours are ten hours, that is one hundred and fifty hours. During this period, I had lunch together eight times. According to my experience, having so much time together should be enough to become friends..."

"Do you have your experience? What are your experiences with your best friend? What are your experiences with your classmates?" Xian Chan Chenchen said coldly: "I am the boss and you are the subordinate. I will distinguish my superiority and inferiority. Don't talk back. Do you 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?"

He sucked a breath of cold air and pressed his right hand tightly with his left hand.

Zhao Yebai said such heart-killing words with a naive face, which made his internal organs burn. In recent years, few people have dared to use such exquisite words to humiliate him - he simply wished that Zhao Yebai would immediately perform height surgery so that she could talk to him equally without squatting down again!

Tolerance!

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

"ah?"

"He once suggested to me to wear stilts to increase height. I thought he was running me and fighting him. Later, he suggested several leather boot shops to me, and I realized that he was taking the business route."

“Business route?”

"The route that was once popular before... Most of the people in the Four Guards have actual combat routes. If you need to complete any tasks, you should wear the corresponding mask and use the fastest and most ruthless means to get the results. But more than ten years ago, the Four Guards had a popular strategy of "managing identity", doing good deeds, making friends, weaving relationship networks, and exchanging intelligence with each other..."

"Don't it sounds pretty good?"

"Because everyone found out that it was easy to kill people," Zhang Chan Chenchen stared at Zhao Yebai with malicious intentions: "Just directly coercion and inducement can be used to find out the information, why bother to give up on yourself and please those annoying people?"

"Inspector, don't say that," Zhao Yebai shook his head: "I don't feel wronged."

Hold Chan Chenchen with his right hand and holds his left wrist.

Tolerance!

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

"That's right, but he has not achieved much in recent years, so the liberal guard is just like this..." Xian Chan Chenchen snorted: "That's why he died so ugly."

"These two sound no causal relationship, right?"

"When he wanted to take the good route, he was already addicted to the fantasy of kindness, lost his vigilance, lost his wildness, lost his murderous intent, lost everything... Humph, it's a pity that there are too few such people. If there were more people like this in the court, our statistics department would have taken over the court long ago."

Zhao Yebai thought for a while and said, "So inspector, do you feel a little regretful because of the death of the prisoner, but you are embarrassed to say it out, so you mock his kindness?"

He stared at Chan Chenchen widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he felt that it was useless to say it, so he still didn't say it anymore.

"Two."

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

"Lead the way." He raised his head and said, "Who are you from Qin Leyin?"

"He is my brother, my name is Qin Yueyang."

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

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

Courteous? Hoho.

This time I died of tragic death, Qin Leyin was seriously injured, and Chen Chen had already thought about how to humiliate Qin Leyin.

Yes, he is not allowed to attack Qin Leyin, but if Qin Leyin attacks him first, there is always a reason for him to fight back, right? It is reasonable to "accidentally" break Qin Leyin's five limbs, right?

The group came to the front hall in the rear. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Qin Leyin, wearing bandages, lying lazily on the bench, waved to him:

"Hey Li Nu, I haven't seen each other for half a month. Come over and ask your brother to touch his head to see if he has grown taller."

He only felt a stream of passionate blood rushing towards his forehead, hardened, and his fists became hard again!
Chapter completed!