He felt that something was wrong with the rain.
It had only been drenched for two minutes. Why did it feel like it had been drenched for two days?
In the rain, Huai Shi could not help but sneeze. The people behind him began to push him violently. Huai Shi staggered forward weakly, only to feel that his hands and feet were cold.
Could this world still be good? What should he do to satisfy the Ivy League?
Tears were about to flow down his cheeks.
He only felt that hell was empty, and the devil was in front of him …
By the time he got on the aircraft, his entire body was already drenched.
He shook off the water droplets on his hair, raised his shackled hand, and rubbed his nose with difficulty. He looked around at the Eyes of Nightmare who had unfriendly expressions on their faces.
He grinned and greeted them in a friendly manner.
"Hello, everyone."
He looked at someone who seemed to be the captain and asked, "Sorry, do you have a cigarette?"
The captain, who was smoking, raised his head and looked at him coldly. His expression was cold and he did not say anything.
When the door of the cockpit slowly closed and the people outside could no longer see the scene inside, he suddenly walked forward. The people on both sides reached out and held Huai Shi down.
Just as he was about to struggle, he saw the burly captain raise his hand and punch himself in the stomach.
Huai Shi couldn't help but bend over from the immense force.
He retched.
He almost vomited out the key that he had just swallowed.
Then, he was pulled by his hair and forcefully pulled up.
"Don't think that you can curry favor with me just because you're some bullsh * t inspector."
The captain pulled out a dagger and pointed it at Huai Shi's face. He told him word by word, "I don't care!"
Unlike the Ivy League, this group of mercenaries who had been living in hell were not afraid of the authority of the Astronomical Society. After leaving the current state and the border, even the power of the Central Bureau could not radiate everywhere.
Most of the people in the Tomb of the Returnless were lawless characters like this. Perhaps one of them had killed someone from the Astronomical Association and escaped to hell.
The title of inspector was worthless to them.
Moreover, it had not even been an hour since Huai Shi had inflicted such heavy losses on them. How could they treat this prisoner as a guest of honor?
"You'd better behave yourself on the road. Don't try anything funny."
As he spoke, the captain's dagger slowly slid across Huai Shi's face, coldly slicing open a wound.
The color of blood gushed out.
The six layers of shackles restricted Huai Shi's extraordinary abilities, forcing him back into the realm of an ordinary person. There was no poison left to protect himself.
This time, it was the bright red blood of an ordinary person.
It flowed down slowly.
"Let me hear another word of nonsense from your mouth."
The captain shook off the blood on the blade expressionlessly, bent down, and stared into his eyes. He said coldly, "I'll cut off one of your fingers."
They looked at each other in silence.
The corners of Huai Shi's mouth suddenly curled into a smile.
The bloodstained face smiled.
It was as if he had easily caught a glimpse of the weakness under that tough face and was mocking him.
"But you won't dare to kill me, right?"
"Old Nine."
The captain stared at him and suddenly gave the order.
Immediately, a guard next to him got up, lifted his wrist forcefully, and pried open his fingers.
From beginning to end, Huai Shi did not resist much.
But before the blade fell, he suddenly said, "Hell Music Association."
His movements paused.
The captain slowly raised his eyes, and his expression became colder. "What did you say?"
"He said some annoying things."
Huai Shi smiled and shrugged. "I know that some people will be unhappy if I say this, but I still have to remind you."
He said, "If you don't care about the identity of inspector, then what about the calamity musician?"
Huai Shi looked into his eyes and asked softly, "You cut off one of the calamity musician's fingers? What will the Hell Music Association think? There is an agreement between you, right? Who will provide you with the treatment of soul wounds?
Well, by the way, I'm also an abyss cooking demon, officially certified by the Cooking Demon Competition Organizing Committee. Maybe you want to see my certificate? What if I can't buy food and poison?
Also, I'm also a legendary investigator of the Dark Net, the largest intelligence transit station in all borders. You know what you're doing, right? "
Silence.
Silence and silence came suddenly.
On the captain's face, the angry veins under his forehead could be faintly seen, making him look even more ferocious.
And Huai Shi was still smiling.
On his face, the ferocious blade had begun to close slowly. Other than the illusionary blood, there were no other traces left.
"Now, you can chop off all ten of my fingers, or let me ask the question again."
Huai Shi smiled and asked,
"Sorry, do you have a cigarette?"
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When Raymond and the others returned to the base, it was already late at night.
Behind the gate, before Raymond got out of the car, he saw the girl in the gray skirt waiting there.
The old driver suddenly had a headache …
How should he explain it to her?
He wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything and sneak away quietly.
But after waiting for a while, Huai Shi didn't appear. Yuan Yuan's expression changed slightly, and she walked toward him, "Mr. Raymond, where is teacher? Is he not here? "
"Uh …"
Raymond froze in place, feeling that his few brain cells began to overload and shut down.
I'm sorry, your teacher was sold by the heartless grandmaster and thrown to the other side as a captive. But don't worry, the other side will definitely be more upset than us …
He couldn't say such words at all.
Under the girl's uneasy gaze, his expression became more and more complicated, and he subconsciously avoided Yuan Yuan's gaze. Until Yuan Yuan sensed that something was wrong, she took a step forward and asked again, "Mr. Raymond, where did teacher go?"
"…"
After a short silence, Raymond lowered his head and stammered, "Your teacher … he … he went to a place far away …"
Silence came suddenly.
He felt that he seemed to have said something wrong?
Raymond tried to make up for it. He quickly turned around and took out something that Huai Shi didn't take with him from the passenger seat and handed it to Yuan Yuan, "This is what Huai Shi left behind."
Yuan Yuan froze in place.
She took it in a daze and looked down at the helmet in her hand. She turned it over and saw the peach-colored pig-shaped graffiti in the corner.
Unbelievable.
She still remembered this graffiti.
Her teacher had casually drawn it when she was resting and had used her marker. At that time, her teacher even joked that he would draw one for her and Little Nineteen when he came back in a few days.
But Yuan Yuan now realized that she couldn't wait for that man to come back …
It was so sudden.
In the silence, she squatted on the ground little by little, hugging the helmet tightly, and couldn't hold back her tears anymore and cried loudly.
Beside her, Raymond was at a loss.
Wait, did she misunderstand something?
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Just three days after Huai Shi was' killed '.
In the base of the Ivy League, at the entrance of the sixth floor underground, Liz passed the security check and raised her wrist to show the QR code projected by the Stigmata.
"Level A authority, login name Liz."
The blonde girl said, "I want to enter the dungeon to interrogate prisoner A01."
Behind the desk, the recorder passed the authority and the door slowly opened.
He raised his eyes and looked at the expressionless Liz, looking a little surprised.
"Is the high priest going to go down too?" He sighed, "It seems that these two days are really lively … I'll go down and take a look after the shift changes later."
"Hmm?"
Liz sensed that something was wrong and frowned, but in the end, she didn't ask anything. Instead, she turned and walked into the elevator.
Down.
He passed through the heavy blockades and walked into the most dangerous prison.
Then, the door opened in front of him.
An uneasy voice came from the end of the line in front of him.
"Mr. Huai Shi, I've been out of breath recently, and I feel dizzy and flustered for no reason. Is there a big problem?"
Then, a kind, gentle, and trustworthy voice asked, "Does this happen when you're resting?"
"Occasionally."
"Does it happen when you're alone?"
"Yes."
"It might be claustrophobia. It's fine in the early stages, but if the situation is left unchecked for too long, it may worsen and deepen, affecting your physical condition. You should be prone to anorexia now, right? "
"Yes, that's right. I eat very little. "
The sound of writing came from the end of the long line, from the cell. Soon, a note was torn out and handed out of the window, "This is the preliminary diagnosis. After your shift ends, you can go to the Ivy Medical Clinic to have a look and get some medicine prescribed. Pay attention to the doctor's advice, otherwise, you wouldn't want to suffer from depression in hell, right?"
The guard who took the note was surprised and quickly nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Huai Shi."
"You're welcome. It's just a favor."
The man in the cell smiled and said loudly, "Next." “
"Hmph."
Seeing that he was still so arrogant in prison, Liz couldn't help but snort coldly. She raised her hand and pushed the guy in front of her away and walked straight forward.
"Don't cut … the line."
The guy who was pushed away looked up and saw Liz. His face suddenly stiffened. Soon, all the guards who were slacking off during working hours stood obediently in the corner.
Liz stepped forward and stood outside the cell.
She saw the radiant Huai Shi inside.
It was as if he was on vacation, relaxed and peaceful, without the slightest self-consciousness of being a prisoner.
She even got a table for him from god knows where.
And a pen!
"Didn't I say that you're not allowed to give any sharp objects to the prisoners!" Liz frowned and turned back to scold, "What the hell are you doing? Aren't you afraid that this bastard will pierce your throats?! "
"I want to point out that this is an insult to the trust and bond between us!"
Without waiting for others to speak, Huai Shi took the lead and became serious, "These guards are quite good to me. They're even willing to chat with me, a prisoner, and persuade me to surrender to the Ivy League. Not only did they not take away any of my food, they even gave me a pen to write with! As a virtuous and cultured classical music teacher, would I bite the hand that feeds me and use these things as weapons to hurt them?! "
The guards nodded at his words, their expressions saying that Mr. Huai Shi was right. How could a good person like him do such a thing? It made Liz's scalp tingle.
Were these bastards brainwashed?
Or did something go wrong?
They didn't even have the slightest bit of vigilance!
Liz looked at Huai Shi in the cell and couldn't help but laugh, "You look like you're doing quite well. You actually made so many friends."
"We're all just doing our jobs. We don't have any personal relationships. Please don't doubt the integrity of your people. If you really want to say something, just say that I'm more likable."
A certain gold medal male cowherd who had no sense of shame shook his head and looked at Liz. He was surprised, "This outfit matches well. Did you redo your hair?"
The girl in front of him now didn't have the valiant aura she used to have. Although her eyebrows were still arrogant, her makeup and earrings were perfect.
After her hair was let down from the back of her head and redone, her temperament was much gentler.
Coupled with jeans and a T-shirt that accentuated her figure, she looked youthful.
"What else?"
Liz asked indifferently, "What else? Do you think I'm the kind of woman whose muscles grow into her brain? "
"No, no." Huai Shi replied sincerely, "It's just a compliment."
"I hope so."
She didn't say anything else.
Even so, she couldn't help but feel a little better.
It could only be said that the people in Ivy League were either a bunch of nerds who wore checkered shirts to death every day or a bunch of straight men who didn't treat her as a woman at all.
She never thought that the first person to notice her new hairstyle and earrings would be this guy.
Although the short history between them was full of unhappiness, she had to admit that this guy had a good eye.
She didn't let her beautiful face down.
"Come with me."
She waved her hand and signaled the person next to her to unlock the door. "The teacher wants to see you."
Huai Shi nodded and cooperated with the staff to handcuff and shackle him. He smiled at the others and said, "Then that's it for today … Everyone should hurry back to work. Also, Mr. Huai Shi, remember to eat less oil and salt. Your cholesterol has been over the limit for a long time."
A somewhat fat guard suddenly touched his belly and laughed. He waved his hand at Huai Shi and thanked him for his concern.
Liz's expression suddenly became gloomy again.
This guy, without any scruples, was showing off his deep friendship with others in front of her? He didn't take her seriously at all!
"Sincerity in exchange for sincerity."
Huai Shi seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking. He sighed and advised seriously, "It's really easy to make friends … You've been the high priestess for too long and always put on airs. That's why everyone is afraid of you."
"Shut up."
Liz angrily punched him in the stomach.
She turned around and walked forward.
However, when she passed by other prisons, her footsteps paused slightly. She saw the prisoner inside — the Eye of Nightmare who had been imprisoned here because of a private fight with the members of the Ivy League a few days ago.
The man with muscles and scars all over his body was wearing a singlet. He was holding a dumbbell in one hand and persisting in his training. In the other hand, he was holding a book. He was lost in thought and could not help but hum a few words from time to time.
Liz stopped in her tracks and frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"Hmm?"
The burly man glanced at her and lifted the cover of the book to show it.
"Introduction to Classical Music Appreciation".
What the f * ck classical music!
"Are you guys crazy?" Liz felt the corners of her eyes start to twitch wildly.
Brother, can't you look at your own image … Do you look compatible with classical music?
The man who was training looked at her blankly, not knowing what this woman was up to.
"Forget it."
Liz gritted her teeth and walked forward with a belly full of anger.
She shouldn't have accepted this job today!
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