"If there is one, they all go to the playground to punish the station, and they are not allowed to leave until school is over." Yuan Xing held the teaching platform with one hand and pointed to the door of the classroom with the other, and his words contained irrepressible anger.

Rao is that he has always been peaceful, and at this time he is also on the verge of rage. I was just called over by Principal Xiang and reprimanded for a lot because there was another accident in his class.

A few days, just a few days? It's fighting again, although it's not as serious as last time, but the last time the boys and girls fought in a group hasn't passed.

Can't these bear kids let him save snacks? It's useless to recite Amitabha Buddha in this anger.

I don't know when this kind of practice of talking a few words began, is it because of the teaching of fist and foot kung fu? But when he was a guest physical education teacher, all the students in the school taught, why weren't the children in other classes so irritable? Is it because of my influence? But the poor monk has always been kind, not a hot-tempered person.

Yuan Xing walked back to the office while struggling, and when he passed through the corridor, he suddenly stood in front of the big mirror, and looked at him strangely at the teachers who were squeezing his eyebrows, and he didn't know what kind of nerves this monk teacher had today.

"Am I old?" Yuan Xing talked to himself, feeling that after teaching students for two years, he was angry more than in the past few decades, and if he didn't get it, he would die before he got old.

"You're not old." Principal Xiang, who was passing by, happened to hear this sentence and glanced at him, if it weren't for the age written on the information filled in by the other party, he would have always thought that this was a little monk, he looked too young, and he said that 20 was reluctant, and then he asked suspiciously: "Is your information fake, really more than thirty?"

"Maybe it's a good mentality and a young look." Yuan Xing wiped his face, turned to look at the principal, and said with a smile. But I was muttering in my heart, why did this busy man come to the primary school today, did he just feel that the scolding was not enjoyable, and he will scold us again when he chases here? Oops, it hurts to think about it.

Xiang He was a little speechless, he was just scolded by his own nose, and he could laugh out loud at this moment, it seemed that being reprimanded did not bring any emotional impact to the other party, is this the Buddhist family's forbearance and humiliation kung fu? The mentality is too good. He pointed to Yuanxing, and was about to say something, but there was a noise at the door, and he followed the sound to see a group of patrols breaking in violently.

"What's the matter?" Item and frown.

The leading patrol seemed to recognize him, nodded politely, and then turned to Yuanxing, his face turned cold: "Shi Yuanxing, someone reported that you murdered for money three years ago, please go back with us to be investigated." As he spoke, he pulled out his handcuffs......

The interrogation room in the patrol room was not a good place, the room was dimly lit, and the walls were covered with all kinds of torture instruments, some of which had black marks that made people feel extremely eerie. There was a little blood on the ground, and it was chilling to look at.

Yuan Xing's hands and feet were handcuffed to the chair, and his head was drooping, looking listless.

He has been locked here for three days, not to mention the dripping water, and he has been interrogated all the time without sleep, and he will be woken up by cold water just about to squint for a while, although he has not been tortured, this kind of torture is also unbearable for ordinary people, that is, he has kung fu in the body and is firm in his heart, so he can persevere.

At this time, two more people sat down on the opposite table, and Yuan Xing glanced up, and one of them turned out to be the person who handcuffed him back here, it seemed to be a detective surnamed Ma.

"Yuanxing, you got excited when you saw it, and you murdered Wang Zhiyuan with Liu Xiuman, right? Honestly, how did you kill people? Inspector Ma slapped the table vigorously and said loudly.

"The poor monk and chicken have never been killed, how can they kill people?" This question has been asked countless times in the past three days, and the answer of Yuan Xing will never change.

"I know you know you can do some work, but so what? When you enter here, you have to explain the problem honestly, don't think that you have some reputation in the literary world and have some connections in the city government, so we don't dare to punish you. Inspector Ma accentuated.

Yuan Xing glanced at his lips contemptuously, but he didn't answer anymore. If the other party dares to torture, he will dare to fight out, and these broken copper and iron in front of him will not bother him at all.

For three days here, his thoughts didn't stop for a moment. Think back to the details.

According to Miss Liu's description, the murderous knife was the groom's own, and it was obvious that he was hallucinating from drug addiction at that time, and he wanted to kill the bride, but he was killed due to lack of physical strength. He advocated reporting to the authorities, and the matter should be characterized as legitimate self-defense. But Master Liu only said that the Wang family was powerful, and no matter how the government judged, his daughter would not be able to escape the fate of being sunk.

Yuan Xing couldn't help but scold the damn feudal family system in his heart, and relented at the time of Master Liu's bitter pleading, and couldn't bear to watch a little girl in her prime sink into the pond, so she helped hide this matter. Speaking of which, it is also because I have stayed in ancient times for a long time and have been contaminated with some habits of the rivers and lakes, and the concept of the legal system has inevitably weakened. If you say that there is a mistake, it is your fault that you conceal it and do not report it. It's okay to suffer some sins for this, but if you want to put the name of murder on your head, he will never admit it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Liu Xiuman has already confessed everything, and we can punish you if we can't get your confession."

Yuan Xing raised his head suddenly, and the fierce color in his eyes flashed, he has a relationship with Liu Ziyu, and has a certain reputation in the southern literary circle, in the case of insufficient evidence, the patrol may not dare to do anything out of the ordinary, but Liu Xiuman's side is different, listening to the meaning of Inspector Ma, the other party must put the charge of murder on his head, this is to force people to death.

"Who is targeting me like this?" I don't believe that no one is behind the killing, who is it? Suddenly, the picture of several officials in front of the tavern talking cordially with Boss Gu flashed in his mind: "What does he want from the poor monk?" ”

Inspector Nama was stunned for a long time by Yuanxing's eyes, and then looked at him in disbelief, and then waved his companion away.

"He said you understand what to do." Inspector Ma walked up to Yuanxing, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "As long as you give him what he wants, all troubles will be gone." ”

Yuan Xing sneered, thought about it, and then said, "The poor monk needs to think about it. ”

"Yes, I'll let someone take you to rest."

"One more person." Yuan Xing added another sentence.

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When Liu Ziyu hurried to the detention room of the police station, Yuan Xing, who had been staying up for three days, did not rest, but was in a daze against the wall, gesturing in his hands.

He looked at Yuan Xing's face carefully, except for looking tired, everything was normal, and he was not mentally abnormal as he had just thought. I couldn't help but ask, "What are you comparing to?" ”

"The poor monk is wondering how big a hole he should make to get out." In the sound of chains, Yuan Xing turned around and laughed.

"Hey, brother, I'm out there to help you run bail, I'm in a hurry, you're good, are you still in the mood to study this?" Liu Ziyu glared angrily, if it wasn't for the iron fence, he would have to go up and give a punch. Naturally, he thought the other party was joking. With such a thick wall, who can get out without tools?

"Can you arrange for a reporter to do the interview?" Yuan Xing asked, he knew that Liu Ziyu's family was very powerful, otherwise this gang of patrols would not have such scruples about themselves and would have tortured them to extract confessions.

"Interview you?" Liu Ziyu is a little strange, after all, this case involves human life, and he ran around and failed to fish people out. But he understands the person of fate, so he naturally doesn't believe that this monk who usually doesn't even hurt ants would do such a thing as killing people, is there anything else in it?

"Let's interview Miss Liu." Yuan Xing curled the corners of his mouth: "As an intellectual young woman who yearns for the autonomy of marriage, she dares to rebel against the arrangement of feudal parents, and she should become a model for modern women." Moreover, this case is a legitimate defense, and the deceased was a mad addict, just because the other party's family is powerful, he has to hide it, and this matter should also be highlighted. ”

Liu Ziyu was stunned for a long time and then stroked his palms and exclaimed: "Wonderful." I'm going to do it......" he said before leaving.

"Wait." Yuan Xing hurriedly ran to the fence and shouted to him, lowered his voice and said, "Help me find Brother Huang Kan Huang and let him keep an eye on Boss Gu." ”

"What? Does this have anything to do with him? Liu Ziyu was shocked.