Professor Fan was lying on the ground, and he couldn't understand the current situation, "Then what are you doing it for?"

"Why do you have to use that kind of condescending tone in the show? Why do you put your mind on three generations of a family? Why do you persuade someone to go bankrupt and pay a down payment? Aren't others human, won't they get sick, won't have emergencies, won't have their own lives?" said Miao Di angrily.

"Are you willing to die because I'm not a good person?" Professor Fan couldn't believe that there were such stupid people in the world, this was simply a typical puppet mediocre person.

It's a pity that he forgot such a sentence: the wrath of the mediocre man, five steps of bloodshed.

"Do you dare to do this, Fan Gang?" Yang Shun took over, "Have you ever shot and killed someone? You are just a professor who everyone respects, living in an ivory tower and going in and out of famous cars and mansions." Just like the experts who make their fortune by relying on corporations and spreading false news to deceive the public, you people will only make all kinds of shocking statements in order to continue your business of scamming money. In fact, everything you do is just to protect the interests of the real estate giants, regardless of the lives of the people at the bottom of the country. It's all because of the huge honoraria paid to you by those consortia that you do whatever you want on TV. ”

Professor Fan was annoyed and exclaimed, "Come on! This is how you portray! This is how ridiculous you are thinking!"

"Look, you are speaking in such a condescending tone, we are untouchables, is this the status of the common people at the bottom in the eyes of your higher intellectuals?" Yang Shun retorted, which reminded him of the lawyer Wang who was called "untouchables returning to their hometowns" and "with untouchables" on WeChat because there were no seats on the train. The same eyes, expressions, the same contempt, and the same class thinking have been firmly engraved in the minds of these high-level intellectuals: people are divided into high and low!

"He's just living in his good world, and I'm the opposite of you, and I think his economic views are a piece of rubbish. As soon as Miao Di finished speaking, he immediately pulled the trigger in his hand. Hehe, intellectuals are inkblots, where do you need to spend more time to kill people?

"Wait~" Professor Fan didn't expect that the girl, who looked like she was only the age of a junior high school student, would actually shoot. But before he could finish speaking, he stopped, because he had already been shot.

Professor Fan spat blood from his mouth and let out a final curse weakly, "Go to hell, you bitch~"

Miaody smiled and fired another shot at his head, "No problem. ”

After firing one shot, Miao Di's face was extremely cold, and then he fired three more shots in a row, and finally showed a satisfied smile, turned to Yang Shun and asked, "Which of his economic views do you agree with?"

Yang Shun shook his head, "It's not an economic view, it's a political view, it was made when he just came back from Citigroup, and he would say something at that time." ”

"What the hell is the idea?"

"Of course, it's the relaxation of gun control in the country, and he advocates that everyone should have a gun. ”

As the two spoke, they faded away, leaving only Professor Fan's empty eyes on the quiet park grass looking at the sky that was about to light up.

"But, uncle, if that's the case, wouldn't every bastard have a gun?"

"That's right, but then a smart person wouldn't dare to bully a stupid person at will. ”

At dawn, Miao Di and Yang Shun came to the most prosperous center of Luzhou, where the traffic was busy, the flow of people was non-stop, everyone was in a hurry to get to work, buses, subways, taxis, private cars, everywhere was a busy scene.

People were moving significantly faster than two people strolling down the sidewalk listening to music. They are in a hurry to come and leave, no one cares about what the people around them are doing, but they do their own things: eating, drinking milk tea, making phone calls, looking at mobile phones, chatting......

Miao Di took the poplar tree by the hand and came to the busiest street, stood under the red street lamp, and watched the people coming and going.

"Wow, look at these people, what a wonderful scene~" Miao Di had a smile on her face, as if she had encountered something beloved.

Yang Shun nodded, and said with a wicked smile on his face, "yes, now I really want to have an AK-47 in my hand." ”

Miao Di looked up at Yang Shun, instantly understood what he meant, and laughed along.

The two of them put headphones in their ears and listened to Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence", and the thousands of people in front of them were like the silent people described in the song, because they were greedy for material pleasures and ignored the things around them, and their real hearts had died in this materialistic society.

Yang Shun raised his right hand, made a pistol shape with his fingers, and gently emitted a simulated gunfire from his mouth, aiming at the crowd on the street and starting to shoot, one, two, one after another.

Miao Di also raised his hands, and even began to imitate the appearance of a submachine gun, shooting at the crowd with a dada.

In the minds of the two of them, the endless flow of people and vehicles in front of them had long since turned into corpses and scrap metal.

And the two in people's eyes are a pair of fools, and no one pays attention to them.

As dusk fell, the two of them came to the river and listened to the radio broadcast, which played the events of this early morning.

Professor Fan's colleagues and students called him a hero, arguing that his death had a lot to do with his outspoken support for soaring housing prices. Of course, it may also be the enemy of Professor Fan Gang, it is reported that Professor Fan Gang took care of three female college students at the same time, so this case may also be a love killing. ”

Miao Di stood on the flower platform and said to Yang Shun, who was watching the scenery on the edge of the guardrail, "Fan Gang is right, he has indeed become a fucking martyr, damn idiot media." ”

Yang Shun's voice came from the wind slowly, "I don't care about this. I'm just glad that he's dead, it's over, and the rest, there's nothing we can do. ”

The goal was terminated, the two did not need to stop in Luzhou anymore, the wheels of the Audi car rolled again, all the way east, to Stone Town, Yang Shun wanted to go back to his hometown to see his daughter, he missed her.

Early in the morning, Yang Shun parked his car at the gate of the community of his house from afar, and finally saw his ex-wife and daughter walking out of the community and heading towards the car that had been parked on the side of the road.

"Is that your ex-wife?" asked Miaody, sitting in the car.

"Yes, I didn't expect that in order to send her daughter to school, she also bought a scooter. Yang Shun had a lazy expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"She's beautiful. ”

"Yes. Yang Shun nodded, and the two sat in the car and watched the mother and daughter start arguing not far away.

"I don't care if I'm late or not, I hate going to school!" her daughter's shrill screams resounded at the entrance of the community, and Yang Shun, who was not far away, could hear it clearly in the car.

Knock knock, there was a crisp knock on the door of the cab, which startled Yang Shun, and when he looked up, he was a traffic policeman.