Three days later, the Social Security Bureau.

In fact, Huai Shi didn't know where this ghost place was, because he had always brought a headscarf all the way in. When he opened his eyes, he sat in an empty room.

There was a pale headlight hanging above his head, and there was a table in front of him. Under the incandescent light, the person sitting behind the table was expressionless.

"I'm committing another crime?"

Huai Shi looked around dumbly, and before she could wait for the third son sitting opposite her to speak, she skillfully reported: "Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, student..."

“…”

Mo San looked at him in a daze, then turned around and looked at his colleague beside him, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hmm? Didn't you interrogate me?"

Huai Shi was overjoyed, "I didn't commit any trouble by saying that?"

"Hmph, like a fool."

The young man Haraba in the corner was holding his arms with his hands, looking disdainful, as if he was trying to find fault, but was slapped on the back of his head by Mo Sanyi.

"What are you doing with me? Go out..."

Yuan Zhao looked innocent: "My cousin asked me to come."

"Call the director, did you call me cousin? It's big or small." Mo San raised his hand and slapped him again. This time, Yuan Zhao shrank the back of the head and avoided it.

"So, can someone explain to me what's going on?" Huai Shi raised her hand and asked.

Mo San's expression became complicated. After looking at him for a long time, he confirmed that he really didn't know, he spoke: "This is the prison department of the Jinling Social Security Bureau. For various reasons and for confidentiality, we cannot let you know the specific location and how to get in."

"Yeah, I see it." Huai Shi looked around the dark walls around and nodded: "What's the matter?"

"Then, there's nothing."

Mo San spread his hands, "To be honest, I just came here to have a cup of tea with you. You can relax a little. After all, you are a member of the Astronomical Society now, you have not violated the Twelve Copper Table Law and the Border Ordinance, and we will not do anything to you.

Besides, it’s not me who brought you here.”

When it comes to this locust poem, it’s so exciting.

The muscular old man suddenly jumped out of the car, grabbed him and came over. He didn't realize what was going on.

Then, a deep footstep sounded from outside the door.

"Okay, I've made arrangements with them."

The old man rarely wore a coat, walked in from outside with a swagger, pulled a stool and sat down, just like his own home, and said to Huai Shi: "Stay a break and get ready to go on stage later."

"What's the thing?"

Huai Shi was stunned: "What have you arranged for me again?"

He was afraid of this old man.

These days I have been thinking of ways to torment myself. What kind of fitness exercise is a little bit of a little. Later, I repeatedly beat Huai Shi with drummers to let him experience the changes in strength. I tied Huai Shi with both hands and held Gatlin behind and forced him to escape to practice Yu Step... How could he do it? Huai Shi wanted to pay more money.

But thinking that she could not bow to the power of cheating money, Huai Shi gritted her teeth and persevered.

Unexpectedly, this old bastard became more and more excessive and directly put himself in prison.

“Practical training.”

The old man took a break from his busy schedule and explained casually: "Training every day is not very useful. If you have learned enough, you should practice practical combat, so you can avoid being beaten to the point where you go out after three years of fighting."

Huai Shi was furious and turned up the table: "What the hell should I put it in prison!"

"Of course, it's the kind that doesn't matter if you kill me, and never stops." Old Luo asked seriously: "Otherwise, what's the actual battle?"

“…”

Huai Shi was stunned for a long time before she reacted and asked for a long time: "Isn't it legal for you to do this?"

"Hahaha, you're so interesting." Old Luo sneered: "Next time when you say such words, please pull yourself out and shoot me. There are many people who died in your hands... I remember that I was not so sissy when I killed someone and set fire. What's that person's name? Qi asked?"

"This is different from that!"

"It's almost the same." Old Luo slapped a thick stack of things on the table: "This is your opponent today, a soul-eating cult who should have been executed... When he was caught, he was sitting on the dining table of the family of three. The soup in the pot was still hot. Guess what he cooked?"

Huai Shi didn't say anything, looked down at the judgment book on the table, and for a long time, she shook her head.

"I'm here to train here, not to do this."

"What are you here to do? Are you here for fitness?" Mr. Luo asked back: "You have learned the ability to kill people but don't kill people. What is the purpose of?"

"At least it's not just for killing people to learn this kind of thing."

Huai Shi raised her eyes and looked at him, her expression became firm: "I'm not standing here for this."

"What's that for?"

"have no idea."

Huai Shi shook her head neatly, causing the old man to frown.

"If you can't figure out what you have chosen, go home and drink your happy water. Little devil, the world of sublimators is not so gentle."

Huai Shi's expression was calm, she just looked at him and asked, "You can't just make yourself bad because this world is not good, right?"

"Natural." Mr. Luo said coldly.

"A long time ago, someone asked me what I was trying to become a sublimator and told me that no matter what I chose, in the end, it was like an idiom dragon, and began to do whatever I wanted..."

Huai Shi pondered for a long time and said seriously: "I have been thinking about what her words meant. Until now, I have vaguely understood that sometimes the focus is not on doing whatever I want, but on not doing anything."

In the silence, the boy raised his eyes and looked at him: "Maybe I chose to become stronger because I did whatever I wanted, but the premise should not be that I have more choices, rather than finding a way to solve the problem other than killing people, right?"

In the corner, Yuan Zhao turned her mouth to speak, and then was slapped on the back of the head by Mo Sanyi.

"Don't interrupt if you speak, sir."

Let's talk, the cold and beautiful eldest sister pinched his ears and pulled him out.

In the silence, Mr. Luo looked at Huai Shi silently, as if he was unhappy, but he seemed to finally see something behind that calm face, and gradually realized it.

"This child's serious and sarcastic face is really unpleasant, Huai Shi."

Even though he said so, he finally stopped calling the boy in front of him. He gradually withdrew his contempt from the past and his expression became calm:

"So, are you going to reject this competition? You even admit defeat before you even play?"

"No, I'll win."

Huai Shi looked at him calmly, "Since this is the course, I will complete it. If this is the question you gave, I will solve it.

But no matter what your plans and educational plans are, or what you want me to be like, I may find it difficult to make you happy.”

"It sounds like something bad students would say."

Mr. Luo laughed happily: "As an educator, I have begun to look forward to the day when you 'return to justice'."

“It won’t be that day.”

Huai Shi stood up, picked up the judgment on the table, and walked out the door.

Just as Huai Shi was about to go out, the old man shouted at him and his back was turned to his back suddenly asked: "Hey, do you know what the consequences will be if you have compassion for your enemies?"

"rest assured."

Huai Shi waved her hand to the old man, "I don't have much of that kind of thing anymore."

The door is closed.

Under the silent light, the silent old man smiled silently.

Under the squeeze of countless muscles, this expectant smile became particularly hideous.

For the first time in his life, he actually ignited a trace of educator enthusiasm, such an unspeakable thing. Sure enough, it would be meaningless if students were too obedient?

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There seemed to be countless whispers coming from the darkness.

In the deep darkness that even the light could not be found, a hunched and thin figure was carrying shackles, his eyes drooping, as if immersed in a dream.

But the darkness was dancing, and it was countless mist that was so thin that it was almost indistinguishable. It spread to the surroundings with the whispering sounds, but then it retreated under the lightning and was imprisoned in a cage.

The passage of time does not matter in the long silence, until the heavy footsteps slowly come.

The window of the cage was opened, revealing a pair of iron-gray vertical pupils.

"Walker Carroll." The guard named Chen Qingyang said coldly: "The time is here."

"finally……"

The prisoner named Walker slowly raised his head, which was a face that was nearly skeleton-like, and a pair of scary dark eyes, grinning: "To be honest, I thought you would execute me directly."

"I will."

Chen Qingyang said calmly: "Even if you can win, it's just a long time to survive. There is no need to be so happy."

"Survival, sir, survival is the most enjoyable thing."
To be continued...