Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 299: I can’t bear it anymore!

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

The afternoon sun shines into the vestibule like golden banners spread over the corpses of the prisoners. 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 the statisticians looked away after their first glimpse of curiosity, as if they were afraid of jumping up from prison and kissing them.

The only one who held Chan Chenchen opened 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 not. When you encounter trouble, you see, isn't this person gone? So you have to think about the good things, maybe it will come true?"

Suddenly someone commented next to him: "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: "Did you know that the most important thing in a joke is wit and timeliness? You are so powerful, let's talk about it to liven up the atmosphere. !”

The woman from the Statistics Department, who was standing behind Chen Chen, said, "Inspector, you acted too much just now, as if you touched dead water."

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

"Is it funny?"

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

"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 be disrespectful to 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 have to 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 under the command of the director. Shelter, or—"

"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 hold the cat, I will hold the cat, you still What do you think about me? Fatty, what do you think he wants?"

Zhao Yebai patted Fat Orange's ass, Fat Orange's tail was straightened, and his eyes narrowed with a pleasant smile.

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

After framing Qin Yueyin failed, Xianchan Chenchen also paid a heavy price-he thought it was a punishment for unsuccessful framing. The director also assigned him a deputy.

After all, Xianchan Chenchen almost always has to use the power of the Statistics Department to do things. With his deputy as a restraint, if Xianchan Chenchen wants to frame others, his deputy can directly tell him to 'stop the frame' instead of leaving. To the humiliating point of 'attempted frame-up'.

And Xianchan Chenchen's attitude is also very direct. He never gives Zhao Yebai any work, but only lets 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 has no temper, and asks, "Do I want to go out and leave you alone with the deceased?"

"Why?"

"I think you have something to say to your friends. I, an 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, saying: "But you always don't care about dead people, you don't even look at them, only this corpse you looked at for a while..."

"How long have you known me before you dare to say you know 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 of you Are you tall?"

"I've known you for fifteen days, working ten hours, that's one hundred and fifty hours, and having lunch together eight times. In my experience, spending that much time together should be enough to become friends... "

"Your experience? Experience with girlfriends? Experience with classmates?" Xianchan Chenchen said coldly: "I am the boss and you are the subordinate, please distinguish between the superior and the 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?"

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

Zhao Yebai said this kind of cruel words with a naive face, and his internal organs were on fire. 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!

Be patient!

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

"Huh?"

"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 gone. It's the business route."

"Business routes?"

"The route that used to be popular in the past... Most of the people in the four guards are the actual combat route. If they need to complete any task, they will put on the corresponding mask and use the fastest and most ruthless means to get the result. But in a dozen or so Years ago, Siwei popularized the strategy of 'operating identity', doing good deeds, making friends, weaving a network of relationships, and exchanging information with each other..."

"Doesn't that sound good?"

"Because everyone found out that it was easy to kill people," Xianchan Chenchen stared at Zhao Yebai maliciously: "You can get 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."

Xian Chan Chen Chen pressed his left wrist with his right hand and his right wrist with his left hand.

Be patient!

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..."

"That's right, but he hasn't achieved much in these years, and Li Wei is just like this..." Xianchan Chenchen snorted: "That's why he died so ugly."

"Doesn't the two sound like a causal relationship?"

"When he wanted to go the good man route, he was already indulging in the fantasy of kindness, 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 are more people like this, our Statistics Department will have taken over the imperial court.”

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

Xianchan Chenchen widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but it felt useless to say it, so he 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 saying, "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 Yueyin?"

"He is my brother~IndoMTL.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 in prison, he 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 strike Qin Leyin, but if Qin Leyin strikes at him first, there is always a reason for him to fight back, right? At that time, it's quite reasonable to "accidentally" interrupt Qin Leyin's five limbs, right?

The group came to the main hall in the back, and as soon as Chen Chenchen entered the door, they saw Qin Leyin, who was covered in bandages, lying lazily on the bench, waving at 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."

Xian Chan Chen Chen only felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead, hard, his fists hard again!

I can't bear it anymore!