The car washer shook his head, and he felt his head blow up as he moved!

He vaguely remembered what had happened to him before he fell unconscious, when he was dressed and ready to go to work, and at the moment he opened the door, he was hit on the head by two teenagers with a stick, and hit him a little above the ear. Then, there was endless darkness, time seemed to be shortened, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already here.

It was a room with broken tiles even on the walls, and the temperature was a little cold, which made him feel cold. The clothes on his body were stripped naked, and the whole person was tied to a platform. He struggled hard, the person in charge of binding must have done his duty, and the rope on his limbs did not even shake. He bared his teeth and shouted, but no one came.

I don't know if it's because of his soberness, he feels colder and colder, the hairs on his body stand up, and his body trembles slightly because of the cold.

"Damn, who's teasing me? My boss is Visen, the mad dog, and you're going to pay for your actions!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I've realized my own stupidity, please, put me on some clothes or something, or give me a quilt!"

......

No matter what he said, what he shouted, what he cried, or what he roared, no one disturbed the solitude of the room. Just as the car washer was almost in complete despair, thinking that he might freeze to death here, he heard the grinding of metal, the sound of the door opening, and several different footsteps. At this moment, he was a lot more energetic, licked his chapped lips, trembled, and shouted weakly, "Damn, come and save me, let me do anything, but don't leave me here alone, okay?"

He tilted his head and looked in the direction from which the voice had come as several young men in rubber onesies, which were most of the butchers' favorites, entered. Whether it's blood or the fluid from the organs that are ejected when cutting the internal organs of an animal, it only takes a basin of water to wash it clean.

There were five young people in front of him, and the guy in the lead looked a little honest, he walked to the side of the table and glanced at the car washer who couldn't even struggle, and asked, "Your mother is from Gualt, isn't she?"

Some people say that when it comes to a critical moment, people can burst out with unimaginable power, but in fact, there is another situation that will happen when such a time comes, and that is that people's thinking ability will be improved.

The car washer realized that these people were Guerts, and he nodded his head vigorously to make himself look as honest and reliable as possible, "Yes, you are right, my mother is a Gualte, and I am also a Gualte. Hey man, we're all on our own, can you give me a piece of clothing?"

Then the boy asked, "Didn't your mother tell you what would happen to those who betrayed themselves among the Guerts?"

The car washer was a little dazed, and it took a while to come back to his senses, "I didn't betray anyone, I swear, I'm just a car washer, I'm a small person, even if I want to betray anyone, I have to be qualified to know those big people first?!"

"That's right!", the boy nodded and took two steps back, "You should listen to your mother more often, in the Gualt tradition, those who betray are punished by the gods. Since you admit that you are a Gualt, then you will also have to suffer the punishment of being a Gualt, and let the gods and kings judge whether you are guilty or innocent!", he retreated to the wall, and said no more, and the other four people gathered around.

One of them stuffed a large piece of cloth into the car washer's mouth, and a salty smell instantly spread through his mouth, and not only that, but he also felt a strange smell, but why was it so familiar?

In the next second, before his brain could gather important information and convey it to his body, a sharp pain tore through his inner defenses.

These people are skinning him!

"Damn, you guys stop...... Please, is there something wrong?", the car washer cursed and wailed, but the young men didn't seem to hear at all. The glittering silver knives in their hands were extremely sharp, and he could see with his own eyes that his skin was parting from the fat film little by little, and strangely not a lot of blood was shed. He prayed that he would live, but at the same time he prayed that he would soon return to the arms of God.

In endless fear, he fainted.

When he woke up again, he was already hanging in a park not far from where he lived—on a bronze statue of a general.

In less than an hour, the sky is gradually brightening, and the people who are exercising in the morning are coming out of their homes, and this park is obviously a good place for morning exercise. When the first scream pierced the park's tranquility, the police soon arrived.

Looking at the red monster that had been skinned and dying, and couldn't distinguish its appearance at all, Plando had a lot of muscles in his head. He just looked at it a few times and then turned around, it was so disgusting that it made him, the old policeman, want to vomit. He beckoned two extremely ugly young policemen to come over, "Go put that guy down and take him to the hospital for resuscitation." If he survives, ask him if he remembers who did it. ”

"What if...... What if they weren't rescued?", a young police officer couldn't help but ask.

This is the experience gap, and of course it can also be seen as the accumulation of experience. Plando rolled his eyes, "If you can't get it back, are you going to go back to the police station with a corpse? Fool, of course, throw it to the hospital, they will turn him into a popsicle and burn it!"

After giving the order to Plando he left the scene and got into his car, and after a moment of silence, he commanded the driver, "Go to the Eastern Star, on that damn Queen's Road!"

There is no doubt that this is the handiwork of Doolin. No one had ever used such a penal code against the Gualts before his rise, and it was only after his rise that this damn penal code reappeared in the city. Whoever this guy betrayed must have something to do with Durin.

To be honest, Plando didn't want to bother with these troubles, because he knew very well that even if he knew that Doolin had done it, he wouldn't be able to get Doolin up and put him in jail. There are many people in the townsfolk and his Oriental Star, and even in the streets, who are willing to take the blame for him, and among the Gualts of Turnier, Doolin's popularity is rising at an unimaginable rate, and he is even more authoritative than Heidler.

People trust him, and he gives back to the Guartes, who have made many families free from poverty, so that many people have clothes to wear, food to eat, and a decent life. Probably, their decency was nothing more than the innocent moaning of the poor to the truly decent gentlemen of the city, but he did it, he changed, and the people trusted him.

The police car soon stopped outside the door of the Oriental Star, and Durin, who was standing on the second floor, watched Purundo get out of the police car, he shrugged his shoulders, smiled at Dufo and said, trouble is coming.

Yes, the trouble is coming.

Plando pushed the door open with a straight face, and sat down in the chair opposite Doolin, separated by a table as if they were separated by a world.

"You shouldn't be so flamboyant, at least not at this time!", Plando grumbled as soon as he spoke, "I have already tried to suppress you last time and last time, but one day I will not be able to help you anymore if you keep causing trouble like this." You see, I'm the head of the regional police department, but I can't do as much as you think. ”

Durin slowly took a box of cigarettes out of the drawer and threw one away, and Dover immediately took out a lighter and approached Plando's side. Plando glanced at Dufo and then at Dulin for a while before lighting a cigarette.

"Listen to me, if you still want to play lynching, go to the suburbs to play, no one will care about you there, but not in the city, I don't want to make a big deal out of it. With a puff of smoke, Plando originally wanted to reprimand Durin with harsher rhetoric, but inexplicably he subconsciously chose a relatively moderate tone. He didn't understand why, but he felt he should.

Plando was not wrong, he couldn't cover up all of them for such horrific lynchings at every turn, and he believed that the big men must have known about these things. Once or twice, those big guys can still hold their breath, but there are too many times, and someone must have an opinion. But at the same time, both he and Doolin are well aware that Dührin is now a member of the old party, and at the same time has just made a deep impression on the councillors and mayors, and even if he goes a little too far, the big names will not bother with him in this "honeymoon period", provided that he does his essential job - give enough money.

Durin nodded, "I see, I'll take care of it." ”

Now Plando was even more surprised, when did Durin, the little devil, talk so well? He didn't know what the hell Doolin was doing again, so he chose to be silent in the face of Doolin's answer, because if he didn't speak, at least he wouldn't be led into the trap.

"Look, that's how strange people are. They know that their actions will bring trouble to them, but in the face of interests, they will always short-sightedly choose the most wrong choice. ”

"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, someone will turn themselves in and confess their guilt in this matter, and no one will get into trouble because of this, believe me!"

The brief conversation did not reassure Plando, who always felt that Durin must have planned something, and that it was only part of the plan.