I am a god in script killing

Chapter 115 The Summer of the God Festival (18)

"It's easy to do if you have evidence. Thanks, Brother Ninth."

Bo Jun wore earphones and watched the video sent by 069 to his mobile phone——

It contained Dr. Xu's confession under Bo Jun's persecution.

"Yes, but you just asked directly?" 069 said, "I thought you wouldn't help me..."

"Why don't you use it, why don't you just ask?"

Bo Jun listened happily: "It's not that I don't know the facts, and it's not that I can't rely on it. Unless I'm crazy, I don't need your help, Brother Nine. I'm here to have a good time, okay?" .”

"Besides, this dungeon will take a little time with Annan, and the slag will be fast here." Bo Jun put his right hand on the gaming chair, "What do you think, Little Ice Cube? Is it cool to open this kind of bug?"

He raised his relaxed right hand and wrote the word "um" crookedly.

"The original owner has no objection," Bo Jun said with a smile, "and I also have no objection, everyone is happy."

069 agrees: "Indeed, don't feel aggrieved."

"Then what are you going to do next?" 069 continued to ask.

"Here." Bo Jun nodded the chair, "Ninth Brother, what kind of thing do you think Ren Jinyu is?"

"Well... although I know that's not quite right."

069 thought for a while and said: "Ren Jinyu exchanged a declining year for WOH's ace freeze, which is a matter of high net data yield--one-sidedly, the benefits are great, including the interests of the club."

"That's right, it's a business that makes no loss, and squeezes the value of freeze to win a new trump card." Bo Jun said.

"But since he knows the special nature of his profession and how disgusting e-sports trolls are, he shouldn't push Freeze down from the altar and then drag Cheng Yu down to make things worse."

"You've already made up your mind, why ask me?" 069 sighed, understood.

"Of course I want to go through a democratic process."

With an upright look, Bo Jun leaned back on the chair, and the bright light brought a slight sense of dizziness:
"What he does benefits the most is himself. In the name of being good to the club, he uses other people's blood and life as a wedding dress, so don't blame the victim for being cruel."

After Bo Jun finished speaking, he turned on the phone and dialed a number that he had noted.

The other side was connected after the first ring, and a gentle female voice rang out: "Baby, why are you calling now? It's midnight over there, are you still training?"

"Well, I just finished the review," Bo Jun responded, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"I've eaten, but you haven't called for a long time," the female voice on the other end of the phone lowered, "I'm tired from playing e-sports."

"I really like e-sports." Bo Jun paused, "Mom, I miss you."

When these words came out, not only was the phone stunned, but even Cheng An's right hand, which Cheng An could control, twitched uncomfortably.

This kind of exposed emotion is beyond Cheng Yu's ability to express.

At least until death.

"Miss me..." Mama Cheng felt sore after being stunned by these words, her voice was filled with tears, "Mom misses you too."

"This is Xiaoan's phone?!"

Just as Cheng's mother finished speaking, a man's voice sounded over there, and Bo Jun said:
"Dad, it's me, Cheng Yu."

Cheng's father over there really answered the phone: "Xiao An, what are you calling now?"

"I have something to do," Bo Jun chuckled, "but the most important thing is to miss you."

"What's the matter?!" Cheng's father focused first, and his tone became serious, "Did that Ren bully you, or did someone wrong you?!"

"..." Bo Juan was silent for a moment, "Dad, please help me with something."

(End of this chapter)