Duchamp was also stunned when he saw the school police going to turn over Lemmour's bed, he didn't want to be implicated with the students in the dormitory, and said loudly: "Don't rummage, you can't find it, the thing is not in the dormitory." ”

"Where the hell?"

Duchamp sneered and said, "I threw it into the mirror lake yesterday morning, you go and drain the water in the lake, and you can fish it up." ”

The director of discipline turned pale with anger and said to the school police, "Take him away." Then he pointed to Duchamp's piano and Fang's great sword and said, "Take these two with you too." ”

Duchamp asked curiously, "What are you going to take this piano for?" The sword isn't mine. ”

The director of discipline said viciously, "You still have to think about how to excuse your crimes." ”

Duchamp looked at the school policeman, and was about to take the mandolin away, but what he thought in his mind was: This is a strange thing given by the system, and it cannot be taken away.

Everything Duchamp got from the system could not be explained by common sense, and even the Sultan's tent, when it was separated from the road, was specially taken away by him, for fear that one day someone else would find out and study secretly. His eyes were fixed on the case, and a hundred ideas had already changed in his mind.

Another school police officer came to clasp his hand and was about to go to his back, which was already treated as a prisoner.

Duchamp was furious, had a violent seizure, and with a slap he turned the school policeman on the head, snatched the mandolin from the hand of another school policeman, and jumped onto the terrace with a vertical step.

Only then did the director of discipline and the school police see Duchamp's methods, and the director of discipline shouted hysterically: "What are you going to do? You are killing yourself, you know? ”

Duchamp knew that the net had been broken, and he scolded: "Old bastard, the master is not at your disposal, you have to slap the southern Yankee's ass, go kneel and lick it yourself." Picking up the piano, he stepped back, and jumped off the terrace amid the exclamations of many classmates.

Just listen to a loud "bang". There was a dead silence in the dormitory.

The head of discipline's face turned pale, and he didn't expect such a tragic result at all, and his mind was blank when he said: "This, this ......."

Fang's mouth opened wide, and Dietrie and Liermu, at an astonishing speed, rushed to the terrace to see that there was only the remains of a pot of flowers downstairs, but there was no blood at all.

Duchamp went down from the third floor, there was a light load, but he felt a little pain in the soles of his feet, and after landing on the ground, he stepped back, put the piano away, and used stealth, and in broad daylight, it disappeared like this.

None of them expected this to end so dramatically. Many students hurriedly ran down again, went around to the back of the dormitory to check, there was indeed only the remains of a pot of flowers, knowing that Du Daxia was unharmed, one by one they sighed and admired, dissipated in the campus, and continued to spread the legend of Du Daxia.

Duchamp was hidden in the bushes, and he was confused in his heart, not knowing whether what he had just done was right or wrong, and he didn't know where to go now, he thought to himself, could he just run away from the school. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly remembered the culprit, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "I have to make this little red guy pay." ”

In the 305 dormitory, the remaining three people were thinking of countermeasures, and Fang's big sword was taken away, and they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, walking around.

Lealmu's quilt was lifted to the ground by the school police just now, picked it up, patted it again and again, cursed the school police officer and the director of discipline a thousand times, and then turned to Dietrie and said, "We have been insulted so much, why don't you react at all." ”

Dietrie's only sympathy vanished when he saw the remains of a pot of flowers under the windowsill, and he was so upset with the teaser that he lay lazily on the bed, saying, "Why should I be angry that my things have not been turned?" ”

Liermu has always been able to speak well, but at this time, he was blocked red-faced, and thought to himself: "Of course no one dares to turn your things up, those school policemen are a group of snobs." After a long time, he finally thought of a suitable reason and said, "This is the dormitory you live in, why don't you have a sense of collective honor." ”

Dietrie snorted from his nostrils, "I don't know which two were the ones who desperately added fuel to the vinegar yesterday morning, squeezed Styry, and encouraged him to go find a fight." ”

Fang said irritably: "But no one expected this result." ”

Lean Ermu remembered the cause and effect, gritted his teeth and said: "It's all Joe's teasing, not following the rules at all, such a little friction between classmates, and actually reported it to the director of discipline." Why don't you clean him up. ”

Hearing that Qiao was cleaned up, Fang immediately cheered up and looked at Dietrie, looking like he was waiting for him.

Dietrie said in a long voice, "If you still want to get your sword back, don't bother with that." ”

Fang deflated: "Then what should I do?" ”

Dietrie said slowly: "What else can I do, go and comfort Classmate Qiao in the evening, and talk to him calmly." ”

Duchamp crouched in the bushes, watching the school police go out and look around, carefully maintaining a layer of illusion membrane around his body.

Gradually, when it was time for lunch, Duchamp was also hungry, rummaged through the package, and found that there was no food left, only a bottle of water came out, and poured it fiercely, thinking to himself, he was so used to being pampered, and he didn't even bring the necessary dry food, which was really depraved. Seeing people coming and going everywhere on campus, he was afraid of being discovered, so he had to hide all the time, and he really couldn't say how angry he was.

In the evening, Duchamp could no longer bear it, and took advantage of the cover of night to run to the school store to buy some snacks, chew and go straight to the school infirmary.

He looked around the infirmary, and found that only one of the wards on the second floor had an open window, and he amplified his voice to search, and heard that in the infirmary, the nurses were packing up their things and preparing to leave work.

After a while, a nurse went upstairs, turned on the lights in the ward, and said goodbye to the patient, saying, "Joe, rest in peace, and don't forget to close the window before going to bed." The doctor on call is downstairs. There is something special to call him. ”

Joe said dryly, "So, is there no one upstairs?" ”

The nurse smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's quiet here, and the doctor on duty downstairs will lock the door at night." ”

When Duchamp heard this, he thought to himself, "This is a mentally ill person." He ran stealthily, pushed open the door of the infirmary as gently as he could, and went upstairs to hide himself. After a while, the nurse went downstairs, said goodbye to the doctor, and walked out, locking the door to the infirmary by the way.

Seeing that the doctor did not move, Duchamp walked over on tiptoe, through the door, pondering the situation in the ward.

The door to the ward was unlocked, except that Joe could be heard moving a stool inside, blocking the door of the ward, and making some noise.

Duchamp thought it was funny, and he didn't bother to use his mental power to scan. He suddenly remembered that there was another ward next door, and the balconies of the two wards were adjacent. He leaned over lightly, opened the ward next door, touched the door of the balcony, opened it gently, listened to the sound on Joe's side, and hesitated in his heart, whether to beat this kid into a real patient and go home, or to intimidate him and let him honestly go to the director of discipline to solve the case.

He was making an idea when he suddenly heard a sobbing sound from next door. He was very curious, and put his feet on the edge of the balcony, and put his hand on the top of the balcony, and put his head over to look, but it was not Joe who was crying. He cried softly, and then nervously struck his head on the edge of the iron bed, knocking loudly, and kept muttering, "Mother, mother, where are you, what can I do?" ”

Duchamp hung out of the window, petrified.

This kid is really mentally ill.