There were fourteen people in the ranks.

Not counting Luo Xiaoye and Zhongli, there are quite a few newcomers in Xishanzhai this year.

Among these fourteen people, Luo Xiaoye and Zhongli are the least like undercover agents, and the other few, some are excellent in martial arts, and some are also considered talents, and being bandits is really useless.

The big boss asked everyone to tell the story of their own going up the mountain, except for Luo Xiaoye and Zhongli, everyone else told their sad history with snot and tears.

At this time, Luo Xiaoye knew that everyone who was a bandit had an embarrassing hatred and injury behind them, but this did not win the sympathy of the big boss and the second boss.

The two of them didn't know what they were muttering, but in short, out of the fourteen people, two were named.

Luo Xiaoye felt strange in her heart, just ask two words, can you find an undercover agent?

These two people are bandits and not detectives, so do they still know psychology?

The big boss and the second boss asked the two of them a few rounds, Luo Xiaoye didn't hear a word, but saw one of them, reached out and touched the sweat on his forehead.

"That guy must be a mouse." Zhongli commented on the side as if he were watching a play.

Luo Xiaoye was puzzled: "How do you know?" "I don't think there's a loophole in that person's words?

"The point is not in the content of the answer, but in the attitude of the answer."

Zhongli said:

"Do you see that rat? The mentality has collapsed, the mentality is messed up, and there will definitely be flaws in the later answers, so the second master is smart! I know how to use it. ”

Listening to Zhongli's analysis, Luo Xiaoye also felt that it made sense, it turned out that the second master really knew psychological tactics!

After a few more rounds of questioning, the person Zhongli said really leaked a flaw, and was taken aside by the big boss and stabbed to death with a knife.

Just stabbed to death in front of everyone.

Luo Xiaoye is so big, it is the first time he has seen someone kill, just like killing a chicken in a vegetable market, except for the person's call, the people on the side are all looking at it expressionlessly.

Luo Xiaoye timidly looked at Yan Hui's face, only to see that his black eyes were burning and his face was cold.

There was an unintentional pressure in Luo Xiaoye's heart, as if a dark cloud was pressing on the top, pressing her out of breath.

It was destined to be an unquiet night.

The rats were killed, and the big boss let everyone disperse, but Luo Xiaoye, who returned to the room, couldn't calm down for a long time.

What kind of world is this? Killing people is not illegal, and even the government can't control it, so just ask a few words casually, and you can kill people, and you won't even give a reprieve.

How long can you live in this West Cottage? When will her good days come to an end?

Luo Xiaoye grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself tightly.

In the summer, my body was covered with sweat, and I still felt bursts of cold air rising from under the bed.

How many people have died in this West Cottage since the establishment of the village, and have you ever slept with unjust ghosts in this bed before?

Is there hot blood flowing under this bed?

Luo Xiaoye didn't dare to think about it, and when she thought about her body, she couldn't help but swing, just like polio, until the sun rose in the east and the warm sunlight shone into the room and on her body, her symptoms were slightly alleviated.

That happened last night, and Zhongli didn't want to come over to see her at night, but as soon as he could move, he immediately came to Luo Xiaoye's room.