Night, new room, new bed.

With his head resting on his hands and looking at the ceiling, Eleven was in a daze.

At this time, at two o'clock in the morning, more than four hours have passed since the time to go to bed, and I thought that I would sleep until dawn, but I suddenly opened my eyes for no reason.

The room was dark and quiet night.

The moonlight shone through the window onto the pool outside, and the reflected light happened to shine on the ceiling of the eleventh roof.

The shadow like a crystal flickering swayed in front of his eyes, and Eleven's eyes were a little confused.

His mind was clear, not at all like he had just woken up.

I couldn't think of anything that I was interested in thinking about, but I just felt that I suddenly felt sleepy.

Looking back today.

There doesn't seem to be anything particularly worth caring about.

The only difference is that it took some means to indirectly lose two lives.

That annoying waiter, and that brainless rich kid.

It's noisy!

That's what I thought at the time.

If the stinky woman who looks at people with her nostrils provokes Cinderella and hurts her with harsh language, then she will have to pay the price.

Because Cinderella is a member of the organization, even if it's just a test subject that no one cares about even if she dies.

But in the end, it is also the experimental product of the organization, and it is the wealth of the organization.

Yourself is the official backbone of the organization, so you can handle it.

But what is that long-tongued woman, and who is in a position to dictate the property of the Order?

Eat humble pie?

It doesn't matter if it's you scolding yourself, because Eleven doesn't care at all.

But Cinderella is different, she is about to cry out in a miserable situation, and she has no reason to forgive the woman for her.

So......

Just slaughter it, this is probably the best way to dissipate Cinderella's anger, because Eleven doesn't know Cinderella, so it will be safe.

In fact, there are many ways to teach a person a lesson.

Eleven doesn't really like linguistic power.

It's better not to talk too much about things that can be done, because Eleven is very good at scolding and arguing.

Beat someone up?

But what if the other party is not convinced?

Another beating?

But what if the other party only gives in on the surface and actually hates you?

How can I prevent you from being kicked in the dark?

So if you teach a lesson, you have to chop off your legs to be on the safe side.

Without legs, the other party cannot run around for ambush.

It's not enough to have no legs, you have to cut off your hands at the first time, so that the danger of the other party will be lower.

Without hands and feet, the other party loses the ability to move.

But this is not enough, and the tongue has to be cut out, in order to prevent the other person from talking nonsense and causing you trouble, or saying unpleasant things that will make your ears unhappy.

Without a tongue, the eye has to be gouged out, because eye contact can also be made.

If you meet someone who understands something from his eyes, you're in trouble.

So, he has to be deaf too, in case someone else wants to get any information from him, and then he nods or shakes his head to reveal the news.

As for the nose and smell or something, it doesn't seem to take it too seriously.

If it's a man, it's better to scrap the root of life, and look disgusting, in case his accomplice borrows that thing and catches a woman next to you to go to that disgusting person.

So, ah, the limbs, the roots, the eyes, the ears, the tongue.

Dispose of them all, that's the best way to go.

Eleven has always believed that if you really want to teach a person a lesson with a dead hand, the above methods must be the first choice.

This is the safest way to prevent future troubles.

Aren't all TV series this routine?

The protagonist has an enemy, but he prefers to keep the other party breathing, and then handsomely drops a few lines and leaves.

If you don't make up for it, you don't care about the future, until the future becomes a big problem and brings irreparable losses.

Eleven doesn't like this, if it's just a joke, like the school bunny bunny, then just bear with it, because he really doesn't care.

But if some people really let themselves hold a grudge, they feel that there will be a 1 in 1,000 or 1 in 10,000 chance that they will bring a lot of losses to themselves in the future.

It's better to really teach you a lesson when you first shoot.

Cut off the limbs to deal with the facial features.

This one is more secure.

But what about the facts?

Wouldn't it be too much trouble?

Eleven hates trouble, and as long as it's unnecessary, he basically never moves much.

The expression was too rich and troublesome, so he became facial paralysis.

It was too troublesome to talk in front of people other than the organization and his sister, so he became a "dumb man".

Sometimes, it's also troublesome for others to whisper in their ears, so they have to say a few extremely unpleasant words to shut them up.

Because listening to unpleasant noises all the time is a bit troublesome for the ears.

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Because I don't like to trouble unnecessary things, so, if it is said that a person is taught to cut off his limbs and deal with his facial features.

Wouldn't it be enough to kill him?

It's the easiest and hassle-free.

It is precisely because we have understood this that so far, there is basically only one way to deal with the problem in the 11th century.

Slaughtered each other.

It was too noisy when I took the three little cubs to go shopping.

So I took out that black and gold rose card, not for boring vanity, and for no other purpose, just to shut them up.

This is the easiest way to do it, as they are noisy and it will be troublesome to listen to by ear.

The waitress almost made Cinderella cry, the organization's property does not allow outsiders to point fingers, and needs to be taught a lesson.

So Eleven grabbed the woman's hand, and the needle pierced her flesh.

So in the end, she jumped off the building, which was simply gratifying.

The identity of that rich boy is not simple, his mouth is full of feces, Eleven can't quarrel with him, I guess he can't quarrel.

You can't fight, because there are a lot of people watching it, and if it gets out and is known by the rich boy's family, then you may offend a bunch of people behind your back.

Although not afraid, it is too troublesome, and Eleven does not like trouble.

So after he took out the black gold card to make the rich boy a little timid.

He patted him on the shoulder and said his last words for him.

"Let's make it!"

This is the only word Eleven has ever said to him in his life.

Although he is still alive, his three views are not much different from those of a dead person.

One dead man let another dead man let go, Eleven felt reasonable.

Later, the rich boy really let in.

gave up all his yang shou and had a car accident.

I hope to be reincarnated as soon as possible, otherwise when I die in the future, if I can meet his soul again, I will wait to be scattered by the soul.

Because he caused him to die, he has the obligation to let his soul fly away.

After all, keeping it is the bane, and you can't do it if you don't make up the knife.

I don't plan to let my soul go away, just in case, so I have to let other people's souls fly away.