The hemp pole man really said that he would stab.

This is also a common problem of white powder, the brain that has been damaged by poison is generally not very bright, and it is easy to do some shocking things after being stimulated, and killing people and setting fires are like commonplace.

In short, a bunch of neuropaths.

Chen Jingle has always felt that such social dregs should be directly sent to humane destruction, and keeping them will only harm others and themselves, and waste national and social resources.

And these people are very likely to have AIDS, if one day they can't think about it, take a needle to take revenge on the society, then there are definitely more than one or two unlucky people, but a happy family.

Of course, it would be excellent if the White Left Virgin was willing to take them in, and it would be better to give her daughter obediently, be transferred and taught to RBQ, and finally show her willingness to forgive each other.

The white left is equipped with scum, and the brain is equipped with a cane, which is very good.

Facing the switchblade that stabbed him directly, Chen Jingle did not have the slightest fear on his face, his face was expression, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

slow

It's too slow.

Even if he is allowed to kick both hands, he may not be able to stab himself.

Not to mention Chen Jingle, even if he is a strong man, in the face of such a weak knife, as long as he has enough courage, he can knock down this hemp man with one punch and one kick in minutes.

The poisoned product and the wine color hollowed out the body, how strong can it be?

And use a broken switchblade to scare and scare people.

That's why Chen Jingle said that robbery is not technical at all.

But if you run into yourself, if you change to someone else, a child or a woman, it will probably be a different scene.

Chen Jingle still had time to put down the ingredients and dry food in his hand first, and then watched the switchblade stab him in the chest, and slowly raised his hand.

What the?!

In the next second, the hemp pole man's eyes widened, looking at the switchblade that was directly grabbed by Chen Jingle, he couldn't advance or retreat, and his hand was unscathed.

How can it be!

This scene simply subverted the cognition of the hemp rod, and I almost wondered if the switchblade on my side was plastic, how could it not even scratch the skin?

"Smack-"

However, before he could think about it, there was a muffled sound, and the blade of the switchblade was directly pinched by Chen Jingle's two fingers, directly broken, and then fell to the concrete floor with a "bell".

The hemp man was stunned, so frightened that he let go of the handle of the knife and retreated again and again, where was the arrogance just now, with a hellish expression on his face, he turned around and wanted to run.

It's not scientific!

But Chen Jingle would let him get his wish.

"Pretend to be forced and run, that's my patent. Can you go without my permission?"

If he hadn't pulled out a knife, Chen Jingle wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to this kind of rotten person, and he would die wherever he loved.

But you have taken out all the knives, and you still want to stab labor, if you don't express it, do you really think that labor-management is a bodhisattva in the temple?

Besides, the mud bodhisattvas still have three points of fire!

Chen Jingle was in an unhappy mood, so naturally he wouldn't let go of this guy so easily, and immediately grabbed the hand of the hemp pole man with lightning speed, and his wrist was forced, and with a "click", the other party's entire arm suddenly became 90 degrees.

And before he screamed, his other hand instantly pinched his neck and pinched it, and the original scream suddenly turned into a low and muffled hum like "uh-huh".

The hemp pole man was so painful that he swayed all over, and he wanted to look up to the sky and howl to vent, but he couldn't scream, so he could only struggle frantically, but because he was pinched by the neck, he had no strength in his body, and the struggle seemed weak.

It hurts so much that my face is twisted into a ball.

"Eh, I don't know why, when I see a weak chicken pinched in my hand and can't resist, there is always an indescribable sense of pleasure in my heart. Chen Jingle sighed, feeling that he was becoming more and more perverted.

It wasn't like this before, as a good student, I didn't even dare to kill a chicken. However, I don't know when it began, but it slowly became the way it is now, and it became violent and violent.

Sometimes it takes a whim to punch someone in the head.

It's just that it's usually well hidden, and it looks harmless to humans and animals on the surface, and this tyrannical mood has never been easily stimulated.

When Ma Zhu heard Chen Jingle's words, he was almost scared. I regret it to death, if I give him another chance, my brain will be good to provoke this evil god.

If you get the money, you should leave, and it's not easier to rob a primary and secondary school student than to rob someone else?

But there is never an if in the world, and there is no regret medicine to take.

It can only be said that he was destined to die, and his bad luck fell into the hands of Chen Jingle.

Chen Jingle pinched the hemp pole with one hand and lifted him off the ground, seeing that his face was red from breathlessness, and his heart did not fluctuate: "To be honest, I have never wanted to cause trouble, who knows if I will cause any trouble by exposing my ability." But I hate it even more when people point knives at me at every turn.

You know, I've never been a good-natured person. When I'm in a bad mood, I can do anything, don't overestimate my downline.

Blame yourself for being stupid and blind, and provoking me.

So, please go and die. ”

In the eyes of the man who was frightened and struggling to beg for mercy, Chen Jingle was even in the mood to show a smile, and then mercilessly, directly "clicked" and twisted his neck bone.

Crisp and clean.

Seeing the look in the hemp man's eyes gradually disappearing, Chen Jingle casually threw the corpse on the ground, plopped it up, and splashed a lot of dust.

This section of the road is relatively partial, no one notices what is happening here, and there is no camera, so Chen Jingle is so unscrupulous.

If you kill it, you will kill it, as long as the corpse is destroyed, who knows if he did it?

Chen Jingle looked at his hands and laughed in a low voice: "It turns out that killing people in reality is no different from the one in the dungeon." ”

These hands are slender and white, and the most perfect hands are nothing more than this, but who would have thought that such hands would be stained with blood?

Even Chen Jingle himself doesn't remember how many people he killed.

I've always played the dungeon as a game before.,All the enemies are just humanoid monsters.,Now it seems,The reality is pretty much the same.,Dead is dead.,There's no resurrection.。

Chen Jingle was unexpectedly calm.

As for what to do with the corpses?

It's simple, tie a big stone, and sink directly into the river.

If you're lucky, no one will find out, and after a few years or more than ten years, the bones will rot into slag.

If you are unlucky, one day the hemp pole will die by itself, and you may be found floating corpses. But by that time, all the evidence and everything had disappeared, and even if someone wanted to investigate, they might not be able to find Chen Jingle's head.

Besides, drug addicts with criminal records like Ma Zhu, it is estimated that the police are too lazy to spend time on this, at most perfunctory, if they die, they will die, and there are a lot of more important cases waiting to be solved.

(Last night, I took the train, and I took a hard seat for nine hours, which caused me to have a muscle strain in my back, and I was in pain for a day, so I will have two shifts tonight.) Now I owe a total of 6 more, but don't panic, steady, I can flip!)