At eight o'clock, a large number of people came to the house.

is Director Yang who is the same as a model worker.

There are also a large number of staff wearing company uniforms, their business is really miscellaneous, and it can be seen that they are really busy, and as soon as they come in, they take various instruments to check the house.

Feng unreasonably handed over the child in his arms.

He still has to go to school.

Whether it's a monster or a cultivator, they're all just living beings, and if there are good kinds, there must be bad ones.

The official handling of this kind of thing is the company, the cultivator and the monster, if it is counted as a 'relevant person', no matter how the relevant person fights, the law and the company cannot control it, but there is an iron law that it cannot affect ordinary people.

This is already a very serious provocation.

Director Yang's face was pale.

"There is no awareness at all, what is the equipment for, not that 5G will not be cracked in ten years? The big demon can't find it, but the little demon has a fart to check it! ”

"Call Mr. Sun and ask him to go to the club!"

Feng unreasonably ignored the angry Director Yang to train people, looked left and right, pushed open the door with blood stains on the ground, pushed the door and came bloody.

As the door of the dimly lit room opened, a light appeared that stretched down the floor to the wall, where the blood was the source, and a woman in a maternity dress with blood all over her body sat by the wall, her head tilted, her eyes closed, and a boning knife stuck in her chest.

The wind was unreasonable and looked at the woman in the corner quietly.

The last expression on the woman's face was one of relief, her eyes closed as if she was asleep, and she was quiet.

It turned out that she didn't cry or make trouble, she had been crying in his ear just now, but now that it stopped, she was a little unaccustomed to the unreasonableness.

He walked straight over, stepped on the undried blood on his feet, and pulled the knife off the woman's chest.

A staff member wanted to stop it, but he gently pulled out the knife and got up and said to Director Yang: "This knife is the reward she said she gave me, and I took it." ”

Director Yang looked at the knife, his eyes were shocked, as if he recognized the knife but was not sure: "This, this is ......"

"Knife man." Feng unreasonably affirmed the other party's suspicions.

In interpersonal customs, there is a kind of person who borrows his life, this kind of person often gives away in vain, passing on his bad luck or curse to others, or borrowing things from others' good luck and longevity to prosper himself, so the old man often says not to take other things for nothing.

The swordsman uses this method to lure others.

In the past, you would encounter on the street, walk the streets, and lend the knife to others for free, saying that you would come back in five or ten years to get it, and it didn't matter what the knife was used for, and in the end, there was often no follow-up after five or ten years.

That's the one who does this kind of evil law.

If the woman died, the curse stopped, but the woman got the knife when she was pregnant, and she was forced to give birth when she was killed, and now even the child is cursed.

Feng Wuli told her that he would save her child.

Wang Xilou taught him that being a zombie is to be true to his word, and the same is true for being a person.

"You took this knife......"

The curse will be passed on to him.

"What would happen if you caught this guy?" Feng asked unreasonably.

Director Yang understood what the other party meant.

No matter how the 'people concerned' fight, as long as it does not affect ordinary people, unless dozens or hundreds of people die, the company will generally not intervene, but let the company arrest this evil cultivator, and everything will go through the normal way after it is caught.

Director Yang asked, "Is she you?" ”

Feng Wuli looked at the knife in his hand, found a few newspapers to wrap around the knife, and put it in his schoolbag casually.

It almost didn't fit in.

"What's the matter, if you say it, she still owes me three dollars......

This knife is placed on someone else, Director Yang is not at ease, Feng Wuli is also considered to have grown up, and his ability is also recognized, but he is just asked to be more careful.

……

"That's about it."

"Go on, I'll listen."

Outside the class corridor, Sister Shang grabbed it.

It's one thing to be late for a class and come back gracefully, this guy really shouldn't be a senior in high school.

Many people in the class were secretly looking outside.

"What are you looking at, it's so good-looking, all go out and see it?!" Lao Zhao, who teaches mathematics, is a short-tempered man.

"Unreasonable, it's not Sister Shang who said you, it's really difficult for you to go on like this." Sister Shang spoke bitterly.

"I'm late for three days, and there's a lot of crooked reasoning, what to buy soy milk and meet an eldest sister who didn't bring money, and then be invited to run broadband at home, you can pull it out, you are now in your third year of high school, and my sister also knows that you are under a lot of pressure, so take care of it, and then tighten this year......"

Feng listened humbly, nodded like pounding garlic, his eyes were a little dull, and he didn't look very smart.

In the end, Sister Shang let him go back.

As soon as he entered the door, even the teacher was looking at him, and he felt that he had to say something.

"Old Zhao Zao."

"Early, get back and sit."

Obtain homing permission.

The whole class laughed, and the senior students had to learn to have some fun with themselves.

After Feng Wuli sat down, the fat man crooked his mouth and asked him why he was late again today.

"I learned two o'clock last night, and I slept today."

"Just you? Learning two points? My grandma slept later than you. ”

"Good grandson."

"Silly bird." The fat man's eyes were white, and he wrote his own questions, and Lao Zhao didn't care about him.

The bell rang for the end of class.

Feng sat unreasonably in his seat and read, his grades were not up or down, he was in the top ten or so in the class, and a score of more than 600 points in the college entrance examination was the limit, he was actually quite eager to study, he was probably able to go to Xiangda, but he didn't know if he could choose what he wanted, so he made a math paper, and the last fill-in-the-blank problem calculated the ellipse circumference minus two hundred, and was amused by his answer.

The fat man was also grinning next to him.

A certain lady sat up straight in her seat in the first minute of class, as if she was sitting in front of the piano, got up and went out to fetch water in the second minute, came back in the third minute, went out to the toilet in the fourth minute, and came back in the fifth minute, during which she did not squint, did not look at a corner of the classroom at all, sat for a while, and took out an orange in a drawer.

She estimated at the same table that the eldest lady was going to go on the expedition this time.

"I can't finish the fruit in the dormitory, and if I don't eat it, it will go bad."

Feng looked up unreasonably, and the little girl brought him a piece of fruit, and he thanked him and took it.

The person next to him began to eat melons every day again.

"Why didn't you sleep at two o'clock last night, what were you doing?"

She seemed to mention it casually, and she deliberately said this sentence a little louder, and the people who were eating melons silently nearby could hear it, and they cast interesting glances.

It turned out that the two talked until two o'clock last night.

It seems that in private, the eldest lady's record is not simple.

"I'm studying, I'm a little late, so I'm late today."

The fat man was shocked: "You really learned two o'clock last night, it's strange." ”

It seems that the dead fat man's record is not simple.

Facing Jiang Hao's cannibalistic gaze, the fat man immediately understood that he was going to slip away, because he was too slender, and he still had a lot of space to let Feng move unreasonably: "Grandma, let me go, I'll go out to fetch water." ”

Feng gave him an unreasonable look and moved his buttocks.

Jiang Hao took advantage of the weakness to enter, only to find that she was holding two test papers in her hands, sat in the fat position, and began to ask questions about Feng Unreasonable.

After sitting down, my eyes didn't look at the test paper.

The class bell rang, the eldest lady beat the drum and retreated to her seat, and the fat man was late.

The next class is biology class, and the biology teacher is a relatively approachable male teacher, and everyone calls him a biology guy.

Feng Wuli is very good at biology, so he ate the orange in his class.