After entering, Chuzheng discovered that this corridor extends in all directions and connects different buildings. Chuzheng has no idea where Jinglan is going.
Chuzheng glanced at the people standing in the corridor.
"Excuse me, did you see..."
The man raised his hand and twisted his thumb and forefinger back and forth.
Ask for money.
After Chuzheng gave the money, the man raised his hand without waiting for Chuzheng to ask, "Go up there."
This familiar process, obviously usually not less guidance.
Chu Zheng went up the stairs he pointed to.
The building is circular, with stairs going up from the middle, connecting different directions.
People went up and down the stairs from time to time, but she didn't see Jinglan, and she didn't notice anything unusual.
Just when Chuzheng was halfway through, a black shadow suddenly fell from the middle of the stairs.
bang—
The muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
"what!"
There was a scream from below.
Chuzheng looked down, a corpse was lying face down, blood was slowly seeping out.
Chuzheng looked up and saw Jinglan standing at a high place at a glance.
The two people's eyes pierced through the heavy stairs, and in just one second, Jing Lan turned around and left, and disappeared from Chu Zheng's field of vision in a blink of an eye.
The buildings in this area should all be connected. Chuzheng chased after him and didn't see Jinglan. She quickly swept around and picked a path that Jinglan would most likely choose to leave.
Maybe she was lucky enough to see Jinglan without chasing too far.
He didn't run, just walked slowly.
Chuzheng chased after him, and he glanced sideways at her, his blue eyes were darkened by the surrounding light, almost unable to distinguish the original color.
In the silent space, there are only footsteps that are one after the other and not consistent.
Jinglan retracted his gaze and continued to walk down: "I'm not telling you to go back, what are you doing with me?"
There wasn't any crushed nervousness in his tone or anything... just a little impatient.
It seems that being discovered this matter, to him, apart from being a little annoying, there is no other threat.
Chuzheng: "You kill people."
Jinglan's footsteps stopped, and he kicked the wall next to him with his toes, as if to vent, and kicked again at random.
His voice sounded slowly: "Take people's money to save people's disasters."
Chuzheng was a little helpless, and put the sentence of taking people's money to eliminate disasters on Jinglan's body.
A person who rationally wants to be a grand marshal has fallen to this point.
"Are you short of money?"
Jinglan continued to walk down: "No shortage."
"Then why do such a thing."
"I like."
"Don't kill anymore."
Jinglan's words are thorny: "Why do you care about me?"
"..." It seems that I have to find a way to lock it up.
Chuzheng followed him down silently and walked out of the building, the somewhat dilapidated block.
The prosperity and noise behind him gradually faded away, and the surroundings fell into silence.
The hover car with the siren sounded quickly past them and disappeared into the block.
Jinglan walked in front, Chuzheng fell behind, just enough to step on his shadow.
The gate of the academy is approaching.
Jinglan suddenly stopped, and he turned his head.
There was a cold light falling from all around, shrouding Jing Lan, with a boundless coolness.
He said, "Chuzheng, don't provoke me, it won't end well."
After Jinglan said this, she quickly entered the academy.
Chuzheng silently kicked off the bushes by the roadside, and whispered with some gritted teeth: "Who will provoke who first?"
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When Chuzheng saw the news the next day, she realized that the dead man was a criminal full of evil.
And this is the seventh this year.
Such criminals die.
Chuzheng closed the news page.
Although Jinglan was the one who deserved the murder, he himself was considered by the military court.
If it is discovered again, the consequences will be disastrous.
Chuzheng went to the office to find Jinglan. Yesterday, Xiaojiu cleaned up the clean office, but Jinglan made a mess again.
Jinglan was sitting on the ground, looking down and playing with a half-human-high robot.
He almost disassembled the robot and was putting something in it.
When Chuzheng came in, he didn't look up, quietly tossing the robot in his hand.
Chuzheng sat down cross-legged, did not speak, just looked at him quietly.
Jinglan's subordinates paused slightly: "Is something wrong?"
"Attend class."
"Heh..." Jinglan's voice was very imposing: "What class?"
"With you."
Chuzheng changed his words.
Jinglan stopped talking, his head drooped slightly, his fine hair blocked his eyes, and he continued to toss the robot.
Jinglan may have encountered some trouble, frowning, and impatiently patted the top of the robot twice.
He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the robot over.
Jinglan got up, walked to the exclusive sleeping table at the back, and lay on it.
Chuzheng stared at the robot, what did they do wrong to treat them like this.
She had just lifted the robot up, when it was suddenly dark in front of her.
Jinglan stood beside her and looked down at her, her blue eyes were gray, like drizzle, misty rain and misty green hills, which could not be seen clearly.
"What?"
"Not in class?" Jing Lan's voice was still impatient. He dropped two books and sat down again.
The holographic screen unfolded in front of Chuzheng, and an insect appeared on it.
Jinglan leaned against a machine behind him and said casually: "This is an ancient creature, a unicorn, also known as a two-pronged rhinoceros beetle. The ancient creatures classified it into the Scarabidae family..."
Jinglan clearly just picked a creature at random to draw the lottery.
However, Chuzheng found that on the holographic screen, only one creature was slowly rotating, and there was no such content as Jinglan said.
He didn't read the book either, obviously he knew what he was talking about.
"They like to live in evergreen or deciduous larvae, and the larvae rely on the humus formed by the humus or dead wood under the forest for food, so they have high requirements for the native nature of the forest..."
Chuzheng did not expect that he could really take a class.
She hadn't thought about going to class at all.
Jinglan was a little impatient at first, but as he talked, his tone gradually calmed down, like telling a story.
Chu Zheng also listened very cooperatively.
As for how much she heard, only she knew from the bottom of her heart.
After Jinglan finished talking about the unicorn, he didn't mean to continue talking, and pointed to the shelf over there: "There are specimens over there, you can look at them yourself, don't ask which ones, find them yourself. Don't bother me again if you have nothing to do."
The last few words are a bit heavy.
Chuzheng: "… "
Unreasonable!
Obviously you came to give me a lecture yourself
Jinglan got up and went back to his exclusive 'sleeping area', and fell asleep.
His head was covered by his clothes, and Chuzheng couldn't see whether he slept or not.
Chuzheng sat for a while, then got up to leave.
"When are you going out, tell me, I'll be with you."
The metal door slowly closed, Jinglan pulled off his clothes, and exhaled heavily.
with him...
What are you doing with him
Murder
Jing Lan irritably put the clothes back on his head.
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The introduction of Unicorn is from Baidu.