Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 674: : We advocate discussing facts as they stand!

One day, a certain natural curl with a plaster and a certain bandage on it and a certain bandage-wrapped glasses kicked open Jiang Cheng's door at the same time.

Bang! !

After the door was kicked down, Yin Shi and Xin Baji rushed in angrily.

"You should take care of that violent little girl too!" shouted Yin Shi, who had a bandage on his head, a cast on his left leg and a hospital gown, "Duty, duty! You, the guardian of the earth, occasionally You should also do your best! Look, everything here and here was done by that violent little girl!"

"Yes! Jiang Chengsang!" Xin Baji, whose right eye glasses are full of cracks, said angrily, "Even if it is for the sake of Kagura-chan, we must take some necessary measures! If it continues, maybe she will become a very bad person in the future! By the way, why is my description only glasses?"

"In short, let's settle the medical expenses first, and then we can talk about mental damage expenses." Yinshi continued to speak self-consciously, but just after he finished speaking, he was tugged at the corner of his clothes by Xin Baji.

"What's the matter?" Yin Shi looked disapproving, and then showed a serious expression: "Isn't it normal to ask for some mental damage fees for this kind of thing? Even acquaintances shouldn't pamper her too much! For this kind of bad behavior, we victims must not swallow our anger! Do you understand?! Old Ba! This time there is no tens of millions, absolutely can’t let it go!"

"No, I didn't mean that, and... how to say tens of millions..."

"Just add up to 100 million." Gintoki continued with his chin propped up.

"No, before discussing that kind of thing..." As he said, Xin Baji looked towards a certain direction of the living room expressionlessly, "There seems to be a victim here, although I don't know why, but there is no Undoubtedly also a victim."

"Huh?" Yin Shi was surprised, and then looked in the direction Xin Baji was looking at, "What are you talking about..."

After seeing clearly Jiang Cheng's situation at this time, Yinshi stopped talking in an instant, and his expression froze instantly.

I saw that Jiang Cheng's whole head was stuffed into the computer monitor at this time, and it seemed that he had experienced some kind of severe beating, and the broken monitor still made the sound of electric sparks from time to time.

If you look closely, Jiang Cheng's body still twitches from time to time. As for whether he is still conscious...it's hard to say.

"Is it... Yinshi?" Jiang Cheng's extremely weak voice sounded, "Then what... please help me pull out my head, my body... has multiple fractures..."

"Let's go, Lao Ba." Yinshi turned around without the slightest hesitation and was about to leave, "Listen, we didn't see anything when we came in. We didn't see anything at the murder scene or anything. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Xin Baji turned around silently and followed.

"Wait a minute—!!"

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Before the low table in the living room, three victims whose eyes were covered by a black curtain and whose voices were specially processed were talking about various persecution experiences.

First of all, the first victim, he said this...

"Hey? Me? The first one is me?"

It seems that our first victim is not ready yet, that... need to give you a little more time to prepare?

"No, no. It's ready."

So, let's get straight to it, first of all...huh? Don't cry yet. Sorry readers, the first victim got a little emotional, let's give him a little more time.

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Is it ok?

"Yeah, it's ok. Sorry, I was a little excited just now."

Can you briefly describe the situation at that time? Why? Why are you crying again? Sir, sir? Be sure to be calm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but when I think about the situation at that time, I can't help it."

In short, please control it a little bit, then we will start again. First of all, please describe how you were persecuted under the circumstances at that time.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Victim No. 1 lay on the table and wailed loudly, sobbing and saying, "That ah...that was obviously me...it seemed to be me... no, obviously I bought it The pudding! Woo hoo—"

Pudding? In other words, has his pudding been illegally embezzled? I would also trouble you to explain in detail.

"It's not that simple!" Victim No. 1 shouted excitedly, and at the same time slammed his fists on the table vigorously, "I'm just afraid of being discovered... No, I just want to steal... No, I don't. "

It means trying to steal pudding, but it was repaired, right?

"No!! I've already said no!" Victim No. 1 hammered the table hard again, "It's just that I worked very hard during the day! Then I want to eat a little bit of her at night... no, mine It's just pudding!"

Well, we understand, please continue.

"But, but..." Victim No. 1 sobbed again, "Just when I walked carefully to the refrigerator and just opened the refrigerator door..."

So that's the case, that is to say, when he was about to steal pudding, he was caught and repaired, right?

"No—! By the way, do you still have a conscience? Seeing me like this, are you still concerned about the insignificant question of who that pudding is?!"

Don't get excited, sir, please continue.

"And then..." Victim No. 1 choked up again, covered his face in grief and continued, "I really didn't steal the pudding! Please believe me! I explained it to her like this, but... But... woo woo..."

Then what, has it already been eaten? Pudding...

"I've already said that's not the point! What's the matter with you? Why do you have to compete on such insignificant things!"

Bang! !

Victim No. 1, whose head was pressed heavily on the table by two other victims, let out a scream of "wow", and then fell silent completely.

"Sorry." Victim No. 2 raised his mosaic glasses and said politely to the camera, "Please forget about victim No. 1."

Um... yes.

"Then let me do it this time." Victim No. 2 faced the camera with glasses, but then suddenly thought of something, "Is it really possible to say what you say? Will you not be recognized and be retaliated against? To be honest, I have some Worried."

Please rest assured that the mosaic has been stamped and the sound has been processed, so it will never be recognized by acquaintances.

"Really?" No. 2 victim squeezed his chin with glasses, obviously still a little disbelieving, "But I always feel a little uneasy."

Don't worry, no one will recognize you now. I believe readers in front of the screen will never recognize it. Just treat it as an insignificant and unfamiliar pair of glasses...human.

"Since this is the case..." No. 2's victimized glasses let go of the burden in his heart, nodded and continued: "Hey, I understand, I will tell the whole process of my victimization."

Then, let's introduce yourself first, and let readers have a general understanding of the relationship between you and the perpetrator in a way that you think is obscure.

"To be specific...a colleague."

Hey—it turned out to be a colleague. It is normal in this society for colleagues to fight for superiors. Please continue.

"It's not the kind of open and secret fight to gain a superior position." The second victim touched the back of his head with glasses and continued, "But... unlike Yin... no, unlike the first victim, I didn't make any provocations at all. Her matter! I feel really innocent!"

Oh? Can you tell me more about it? Our readers, including those in front of the screen, will support you, so please don't be burdened.

"Actually, yesterday..." Victim No. 2 pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and slowly talked about what happened to him...

"Last night, because of my sister's night shift..."

Could it be that your family has also been persecuted?

"No, that's not true. I'm often persecuted by my family. But it's irrelevant. Now I'm not talking about such insignificant things."

Understood, then we will not pay attention to these insignificant things such as domestic violence in your family for the time being, you continue to talk.

"Okay, let's continue, what did I just say?"

Your sister is on the night shift...

"That's right, last night my sister was on the night shift, and I was the only one in the whole dojo. Then in the early morning, I went out because of some things..."

Morning? Why do you go out alone in the early morning? Is it related to the adult magazine in your arms?

The second victim, with glasses, blushed, clenched his fists and shouted excitedly at the camera: "Do you really want to interview? Does this matter? It doesn't matter at all, right! Hey! Let me stop in moderation A little bit! You unscrupulous media!"

Don't get excited, don't get excited, we won't talk about adult magazines, please continue.

"Ahem," suspect No. 2 cleared his throat with his glasses, and at the same time put a corner of the magazine in his arms calmly, and pretended to complain: "You mass media~IndoMTL .com ~ always pay attention to some places that don't matter at all."

We already know we are wrong, so please continue.

"Then... I went to buy it secretly...ah, no, I bought a complete magazine...ah, no, I was walking alone..."

As he spoke, the No. 2 victim, Glasses, suddenly lay down on the table and began to sob.

Then what, was that colleague you met at that time?

"...I'm sorry, I seem to be a little too excited." The second victim glasses took a few pieces of paper from the drawer box on the table and wiped away his tears, and then said, "At that time, I just walked to the company Downstairs, and then... first I heard the screams of Yin... Victim No. 1, and then I saw..."

Speaking, the expression of the second victim showed a bit of panic.

Could it be...is that your colleague? ! Is your colleague showing up at this time? What the **** did she do to you? Dear readers and friends, we will reveal it in the next chapter.

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