Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

The Education Bureau does not have holidays on weekends, and there are many people working there.

When Song Pan'er arrived, a middle-aged woman wearing a professional skirt was walking through the door.

"Director Wen, are you here?"

The guard opened the door to the duty room, nodded and walked out.

"Ah."

"Hey, thank you for your hard work! Please come in." He opened the small iron door diligently, but the old man's waist was always bowed and never straightened up. Watching Director Wen off until she entered the office building.

Song Pan'er looked at the old guard, who seemed very easy-going. He raised a smile and walked to the small iron gate.

"Grandpa, I want to go in and find someone who can help..."

The old man glanced at Song Pan'er up and down, then interrupted her directly, "Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know his name, but I know he looks like you. He is about as tall as you. He wears glasses and has a small mole on his temple..."

"Oh, I don't know you. Just go and play and don't block me here."

A small pimple on your temple? The director is quite greasy, but can we, the director, get along with someone like you? He was a little kid in rags, and he wanted to find the director. He was probably not a poor student from some village, so he wanted to come and take advantage.

"Grandpa, this is my household registration book. Can I go in and look for it myself?"

Song Pan'er took out her household registration book from her bag and handed it to the old guard.

"Oh, take it away quickly and let's go and play together. What kind of place is this? Can you come in at will? Do you think it's your village committee?"

"You old man, why are you like this? Pick it up for me."

Song Pan'er got angry. The household registration book she stole to prove her identity was actually thrown to the ground by the old man.

"Hey, little bastard, if I don't pick it up for you, what can you do?"

The old guard crossed his arms and looked as if he could do anything to me.

"...Don't regret it!" Song Pan'er said through gritted teeth.

"Tch, get out of here!" The old man raised his hand impatiently and headed back to the duty booth.

"Come here! The guard is bullying the children! I can't live anymore! It still educates students. The Education Bureau can't even educate its guards well. What a bad place! I want to see the police uncle, but the guard pushed me! He threw me to death La!"

Song Pan'er sat down on the ground, closed her eyes and shouted randomly, imitating Mrs. Song's boldness.

"You little brat, what are you shouting about? Get up!"

The old guard was panicked and tried to grab Song Pan'er. He didn't expect that such a young child would dare to start a fight. This was the place where he worked, and the impact was very bad.

"Ouch! Don't touch me, help! Help! Someone is coming! It's murder!"

Her buttocks bumped back and forth, and she swatted away the hand of the old guard.

"Hey, you little brat, why don't you let me pick it up for you? Here it is, here it is!"

Song Pan'er put away the household registration book he handed over, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, then howled: "The guards of the Education Bureau are bullying people! They are beating children!"

Seeing that people were about to gather, the old guard was so anxious that he broke out in sweat. This little devil is so difficult!

"Okay, stop shouting, I'll let you in! Come in quickly!"

Song Pan'er left just as quickly as she came. She immediately put her voice down and stood up. Without even looking at the old man, she pushed the door open and went in.

Song Pan'er did come in, but the doors were closed in one office after another in the middle of winter. It's really hard to find someone.

Just when he was hesitating whether to give up, a blackboard newspaper hanging on the wall in the corridor caught Song Pan'er's attention.

On the blackboard are the main leaders of the Education Bureau, Director Rong Guoan, Deputy Director Gou Deren, Director Wen Lihua and so on.

It's a pity that there are no photos. Song Pan'er can't guess anything just by looking at these names.

When Song Pan'er walked out of the education bureau gate, she wanted to glare at the old guard, but the old guard didn't even look at her. She didn't know whether he was afraid of her or didn't bother to argue with her. Song Pan'er guessed it was the first.