Brother Leopard walked out of the door, smug at his idea. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This time, when he went out to enter powder and ice, he happened to see such a color, and the other party gave it to himself to try, and he took it back.

When I came back, I found that the effect of this thing was really unsatisfactory, and the effect was far inferior to those powders and ice, which could only cause people to get excited, and the dependence was stronger than that of powder, which was a complete failure.

But not long ago, after Brother Leopard heard about the first and third middle schools, an idea suddenly popped up.

Isn't this kind of high-spirited drug exactly what students who are stressed out and nervous all the time need?

It's just that some psychotropic drugs are not allowed to be sold, and these students don't know about these channels, if these dependent drugs are sold to these students, then these people can be in his hands.

When the time comes, with these people, maybe you can have a better development.

After all, these students in No. 1 Middle School are either rich or expensive, except for those top students who study well, as long as these two kinds of people can master them, it is very beautiful to think about.

It's just a matter of efficacy.

He stretched out his hand and beckoned a person: "I will go in and tell Hua Lang that those pills have no effect after taking a few pills, at least three or four times before they are a little addictive, so that he had better send them out directly a few times before, so that people can get used to it." ”

"Yes, Boss."

Brother Leopard nodded with satisfaction and left with a swagger.

But Brother Leopard didn't know that behind him, a pair of mocking eyes were closed.

"This leopard brother has also done all the bad things, let him participate in here, maybe he can take advantage of this wind to take him down."

Zhang Cang chuckled, and then said with some distress, "But the fate points consumed by this guy are really not low, and it takes more than 10,000 to fully master the fate, but why does fate guide it, it also needs more than 200 points, which is comparable to the control of a flower lang." ”

"The stronger the shock of fate, the stronger the ability to use fate, the stronger it will be." The mechanical voice of fate said clearly, "If you are lucky enough to encounter a true god-level existence, a simple fate guide may reach hundreds of thousands. And maybe it just made the true god have a thought, and it was suppressed in the blink of an eye. ”

Zhang Cang sighed helplessly, he was really desperate for the fate points he had.

"Let's take a look at the other side first, has that guy thought it through, if there is really no way, then he can only forcibly tamper with fate."

Zhang Cang looked to the other side.

An Yang took a few deep breaths, and his heart was like a drum, making his face flush for a while—the steaming smoke made his whole body confused.

Opening the iron door, the slightly cold air rushed towards him, and after the hot facial encounter, he felt extremely comfortable, making his thinking a little clearer.

But he closed the door anyway and walked out alone.

The night in early spring was still relatively cold, and An Yang, who had been rolling in bed for several hours and couldn't sleep, couldn't help but mock himself for having a little conscience that had not been bitten by a dog, and even came out to find a public phone booth at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, wearing thin clothes.

It's just that how many public phone booths are still there now, basically all of them have been demolished, and only a few have survived, and I don't know if they can still be used now.

An Yang walked into the phone booth and looked around, but he didn't find any figure, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Gently pressing a few numbers, An Yang listened carefully to the beep of the phone.

Until someone picked up the phone and connected, An Yang immediately whispered: "Is it the police?" Someone kidnapped here! ”

In the southern suburbs, several police cars were parked on the edge of a dry well, some covering their mouths and noses and frowning.

The smell here was extremely unpleasant, but Qiao An of the Criminal Police Brigade did not change his face, looking at the three rotting corpses arranged neatly in front of him.

"It's been at least a few months, and fortunately the temperature in winter is low, otherwise it will definitely be even worse."

A forensic doctor shook his head at Qiao An, "It's hard to determine the exact time of death, but these are two middle-aged people and a young woman, who look like a family of three." ”

A young policewoman ran over: "Captain Joe, according to some of the items found at the scene, this family already has eyebrows. ”

"Father Zhao Xingming, mother Yan Ailan, daughter Zhao Yanlan, there were rumors a few months ago that her daughter was once threatened by someone's *** family and was ready to flee to live in other cities."

"Who is it?"

Qiao An's eyes were pricked, and the policewoman stammered in fright: "That Hualang, I couldn't find any evidence of him at that time, so I had to let him go." ”

"So it's him?"

Qiao An pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Hua Lang is suspected of committing a major crime, so he should be arrested immediately." ”

The policewoman immediately shouted: "Yes! ”

With the roar of the vehicle's motor, the police car returned with everyone, determined to bring the culprit to justice.

Returning to the dark home again, An Yang nervously stood by the window and watched every move outside.

Until a police car quietly drove nearby, several policemen looked around cautiously and quickly entered the entrance of the building in front.

Soon, the lights in the room that An Yang had been watching turned on, and several figures quickly shuttled back and forth.

A few minutes later, a young girl, escorted by several police officers, entered the police car crying and drove away.

An Yang's originally tense expression suddenly relaxed, he grinned and wanted to laugh a few times, but he couldn't laugh, he fell headlong on the bed, a feeling of comfort and peace came to his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but arc.

As the situation progressed here, Zhang Cang smiled at home.

"Now all the threads are starting to enter the final stage." He stretched out easily, "Wait until tomorrow, which is the moment when Hua Lang enters the net." ”

"Let me do the math, murder, rape, carrying a firearm, illegal detention and a big bag of drugs on my body, and I'm going to use them for those students in the first middle school." Zhang Cang couldn't help laughing, "I don't believe it, Hua Lang will not die?" ”

Zhang Cang's eyes looked at the panel formed by the fate system, and when all the fate trajectories were settled, it was the moment when his life drama ended.

"I suggest you'd better get some rest."

The mechanical voice of fate came at this time to warn, "Although your body is much stronger than normal, staying up late is a bad behavior after all, and it is harmful to your body." ”

"Moreover, tomorrow is the moment of the final climax, and you should also witness all the fate of your director at that moment."

Yes, tomorrow morning, but the climax of his own directing is coming.