The world is always as peaceful as it seems, just like the pigeons at the gate of a certain temple that unscrupulously snatch the grains of rice that are delivered to them.

At this time, they don't worry that they will become a soup on people's tables.

I don't have time to think about the same kind of people who have become a soup on people's tables.

The picture always looks like a peaceful world.

Let's talk about that Professor Ouyang Yi again! There is a saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind.

It's as exciting as a spy in a spy.

Ouyang Yi is not so much a university physics professor as a madman.

Those crazy people in martial arts, I'm thinking, I don't know if it's a coincidence, will his originator be Ouyang Feng?

The Ouyang family has that trait.

He is really perverted, a pervert that is more terrible than going mad, and his psychology is distorted to the point that he does not recognize his relatives, and it is commonplace for this kind of person, because she deals with these people every day.

Like the goose, Ouyang Yi is also a patient of C.

It is precisely in this way that two people who have no communication in the world have a connection, or the kind of connection that has passed their lives.

In C's words, Professor Ouyang is terminally ill and incurable.

For such a person, even if he is saved, it is herself who can save him, and she disdains to save him.

As long as he is willing to spend money, how to cure the law is her business, even if it is to save her from death, no one has a way to deal with her.

I expressed some of my opinions on Professor Ouyang, when a person can do something to his wife and children, he is no longer worthy of being called a person and looks at me with his eyes.

"Dear, don't talk about the second brother, what's the difference between you and him?"

This sentence hit my soul directly, and the scar hidden deep in my heart was suddenly ripped open, flowing with black blood.

yes, I'm no different from the professor, but we're wolves in human skin, and we think we're just human.

I hate myself like this, and I hate Professor Ouyang who is just like me.

He was like a mirror to me that reflected my ugliness at all times, stimulating my soul.

God has given me the opportunity to be upright.

The little assistant next to Ouyang Yi, I have seen it a few times in C's clinic.

Several times when she was waiting for Professor Ouyang outside the clinic, her face was always not very good, and she said with a worried look that a fool could see that this little assistant had a leg with the dog-like professor.

One day, C told me that she pulled me a deal and asked me if I could do it?

There is a taboo in our business, that is, not to do the business of acquaintances.

But when she told me that the target of this business was Professor Ouyang, I agreed without thinking about it.

As much as I was deceiving myself, I was willing to believe that if I broke this mirror, I would not be able to see my own shadow.

The entrusting party of the business was the little assistant, who finally couldn't help but tell her his worries.

She asked C, is there a cure for this disease? As the person who stayed by the professor's side, she had a faint feeling that the professor would kill her one day.

She said the professor often stared at her like a carnivore seeing its prey.

It is normal for her to have such worries, the professor can even ignore his wife and daughter, let alone a mere assistant like her.

It can be seen that over the years, the little assistant has gained a lot of benefits from Professor Ouyang.

Otherwise, she would not have been able to afford such an expensive capitation fee.

I had B break into her network and see her shadow on a forum, and it seemed that the professor must have thrown her into a deep fear.

She would post on that forum almost every day, for example, that my professor seemed to be going to eat me.

For example, the professor looked at me today as if he had seen a bloody steak on a plate.

The people who mingle in the forums are people who are full of food and have nothing to do, and some people at the bottom reply.

For example, beauty, why don't you wash yourself and send it to your professor's table for free, so that he can eat it and wipe it clean, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Another example: Beauty, I think it is better to eat him before he eats you. As the saying goes, it's better to strike first.

This netizen is quite reliable.

I called my assistant on an anonymous phone and said that I could help her with her immediate difficulties without showing a trace.

The little assistant didn't hit a single one, and immediately agreed to my request.

The next day, a large bag of money was placed in the grass next to the Dapingshan Reservoir.

I have been planning this accident for a long time, but I have never found the right time.

Originally, I wanted to use the goose to kill two birds with one stone, hoping that on the night of the goose's suicide, the scene of the goose's suicide would become Ouyang Yi's experimental site, after all, it was not the first time he had done such a thing.

But Ouyang Yi was obviously very cunning, he hid behind his back the whole time and refused to come forward.

I had to look for another opportunity.

But before I could look for an opportunity to make a move, Ouyang Yi silently made the first move.

That time, Ouyang Yi carried a big suitcase and put it in the trunk of the car.

He always looked like he was going to go far away, so I had to follow him in the car, trying to find an opportunity to do it.

This journey was very difficult, thousands of kilometers away, and he did not stop once along the way.

The car drove directly to the foot of Peacock Mountain, and I just took a nap before he disappeared from my eyes.

When I saw him again, he came down from Peacock Mountain, and he didn't even enter his mother-in-law's house, so he drove out of Peacock Mountain.

I finally realized that something was wrong, and the little assistant who was unknown to him had been buried under the tree on Peacock Mountain.

I regret that taking other people's money and not eliminating disasters for others is really not a gentleman's doing.

On the Qingming Festival, I once again looked for an opportunity to follow the professor and his party to board the train.

Professor Ouyang is indeed condescending to be a physics professor, he should go to acting.

I probably know that he wants to repeat his old trick again, I am not the savior, I don't care about the life or death of others, but this journey is bound to take Ouyang Yi's life.

It is also certain to take risks when necessary.

This journey, the time and place are favorable.

On the train back, someone created an opportunity for me, and I got it.

It only took two minutes, and I made my way into the professor's box and closed the door.

The professor was surprised and asked who I was.

I said, "You don't need to know who I am, I'm just here to give you a ride at the request of your little assistant." ”

When I mentioned his little assistant, that student-like girl.

His eyes lit up.

"She, have you seen her? Where have you seen it? ”

Damn, I've seen a madman, I've never seen such a perverted madman.

I said, "Where do you think I should have seen her?" Or am I from that world? ”