"How did I choose you back then? I'm so angry. The dean was still scolding.

Seeing this, Travers could only lower his head and let the abuse go.

The dean saw that Travers didn't talk back, and kept tapping on his desk.

The sensitive words of English were constantly muffled, but they still reached Travers's ears.

The dean scolded and scolded, and the angry dean suddenly covered his heart. His face turned ugly, and he gasped and reached for the cabinet at his feet.

Travers looked up and immediately saw the dean's appearance, and hurriedly shouted, "Uncle, you have a heart attack again." ”

"Medicine, medicine, it's not that you're angry. The dean shouted uncomfortably, his hands shaking.

Seeing this, Traverse immediately helped the dean open the cabinet below, took out the medicine inside, and handed it over.

"Unscrew, and water. The dean shouted with difficulty, muffled English words bubbling out of his mouth.

Without saying a word, Travers unscrewed it, poured out the black tea on the table, took the water from the faucet, and handed it to the dean.

The dean immediately swallowed the medicine, and after a mouthful of water went in, he kept slapping his chest and his face was very uncomfortable.

Travers remained afraid to speak until the dean seemed to have eased up a lot.

Travers said on the side, "Uncle, it's not what you think. ”

"Not what I thought it would be?" the dean kicked Travers in the chest, then continued to slap his chest.

"If you think there's a corpse there, you have to listen to me, don't you? I didn't set the fire to it, someone broke in. The man claimed to be the one Harry had called, and said he was helping Harry or something. I was scared when I heard it, so I killed someone. Travers explained.

The dean was originally a little calmer, but at this moment, his body rose and fell again, and he said uncomfortably: "I heard me right, right?

"Harry. Travers said.

"Why is he?" the dean thought as he frowned.

"I don't know, but the man explained to me what the murder was. Then he said that he came to investigate the first crime scene, and it was too strange that the investigation scene was investigated to the office. I suspect that Harry had come up with a good idea of what he said to this man, and he said it when he met someone. But Harry shouldn't have known that I was your man, so the man was exposing himself when he said that. I was killed right then, and after the killing, I could only think of another plan of mine. The scene was destroyed by arson, and I was thinking about how to determine the authenticity. Did Harry give you any news? Murder or something? If not, then it's definitely fake, and it's used as a cover. Travers said.

"What a murder, no one told me about any murder at all. Do you know what I'm angry about? What I'm telling you has become? Don't you understand if you don't make any more noise? Tell me if the people outside want me to investigate who the corpse is after putting out the fire and seeing the corpse? Why did you steal something from Cody's office? How do you explain the reasons you made up to others?"

"It's a bit of a fuss, but I'm sure I can't find anything. The man died in Professor Cody's office. I'm talking almost seamlessly, and you can rest assured. Travers said.

"Flawless, don't worry, let's not explain this dead man, the person you called Harry to kill in your legitimate defense. Doesn't Harry know who you are? Heart attacks are all out of your rage. The dean said.

Travers slapped himself in the face and said, "yes, how did I forget this Harry." ”

"You didn't lie to me?" Harry sent someone to find an excuse to sneak into Professor Cody's office and fight you? You didn't make it up, so Harry has a problem?" said the dean.

"It's true, how dare I lie to your uncle. I missed Harry, you know I'm stupid. Travers said.

"You're stupid? You're not stupid at all. If you had been killed by someone sent by Harry, if you had died, I would have been in the dark and didn't know that Harry had a problem. But how could he have known that Professor Cody's office had secrets?" the dean muttered.

"I just thought about it, did you say that Uncle you didn't give him the professor's office. He got him a temporary position, and he had an idea in his mind, so he sent someone to take a look, so he found his own people to investigate, and that's how he met me?" Travers said.

The dean nodded his head slightly and said, "The person you killed him, others thought it was theft." But the news reached Harry's ears, and this Harry must have known what was going on. You need to get him to the ground now, and find out who else he has. In just half a day, there are subordinates who have followed him? Could it be that I have recognized the wrong person? This is a fool who pretends to be stupid, I can't tell the difference?"

"What is he doing? Do you want me to just do him?" Travers said.

"No, why are you going in your left ear and out of your right ear. D-class personnel, even experimenters and armed personnel, can die at will, but the management of the brass epaulettes can't be dead. How do you want me to explain if you want to die again? We haven't sent a powerful extermination to the organization for more than a year, and all we send are files of such dead people. Where do you put my face? This time it's my fault, I may have really played the wrong chess. I was looking for a scapegoat, but this sheep may have been a wolf. The dean said.

"It's my fault, uncle, how could you be wrong. Travers said.

"That's what you're good at, but it's even better if you do it as pretty as you say. The dean said, shaking his head.

"Okay, then I'll go down first. This time I will definitely complete the task and not leave a trace. Travers said immediately.

"If you find out that there are still people under him, then these people can find a way to kill them all. We need to break his wings as soon as possible, short him and leave him alone. The dean said that at this moment, his palms were still rubbing his chest, and his heart disease must be removed.

Travers walked out of the dean's office and walked down the hallway with his chest clutched. It really hurts to be kicked by your uncle, but it's impossible to show it in front of your uncle. No matter how much suffering you endure, you have to endure it, as long as you endure everything here.

At this point, the fire in Professor Cody's office had been completely extinguished, and many of the D-class had been brought in for treatment.