The No. 1 mixed score king in the whole server [StarCraft]

"It's not the director, you listen to my explanation." Inside the police station, Lin Jing and Brother Scar tried to argue face to face.

Brother Scar slapped the table and roared angrily: "Explain? What are you explaining?! Didn't you cut down that tree?"

Lin Jing: "...I didn't do it on purpose."

The flesh on Brother Scar’s face was trembling with anger, and he pointed out the door: “Are you blind, can’t you see the rules above?! Ah! It’s clearly written, no deforestation is allowed! Are you illiterate or blind! "

Spit almost flew on his face.

Lin Jing; "..."

Lin Jing sat in the middle.

The yellow hair on the left was already trembling, and he buried his head in his crotch in fright.

But Xu Wanzhi on the right was not affected at all, he propped his chin, and went to read their biographies on the table when he had nothing to do.

Brother Scar's eyes were fierce, and his nose twitched greatly in anger.Holding a knife in his hand, he squeezed it tightly and then loosened it, but in the end he still didn't raise the knife.After educating them angrily, he got up and closed the door, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go back tonight, copy the prohibition here a thousand times!"

Outside the police station, the other four looked at each other.

Seeing the director come out, Feng Haozhong hurriedly stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Director, how are they doing?"

The director looked at them with cold eyes, without saying a word, pushed Feng Haozhong away, and left across the crowd.

Feng Haozhong was pushed away, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was in high spirits on happy occasions, his eyes were full of complacency, and he said with an old-fashioned look: "I know this kind of low-scoring waste. It usually looks very powerful when it's pretending, but it's only when it's critical. will hold you back."

Xiao Xu frowned, not agreeing with what he said.

Liu Cheng was hugging his thigh, and asked desperately: "Then Brother Feng, shall we go back now?"

Feng Haozhong snorted and sneered: "Of course we have to go back. With so many oil bottles, we have to accept our fate and do more."

The sound insulation effect of the door was not good at all, and Feng Haozhong outside specially raised his voice, so it was difficult for people inside not to hear it.

Huang Mao was filled with indignation: "Brother Lin, he scolded us!"

"heard it."

Lin Jing leaned on the table and took a pen to copy the village rules.The village rules in this fart place are so strict, it's hard for Brother Scar to travel thousands of miles to arrest people just by cutting down a tree.

Huang Mao still refused to accept: "What kind of a capable person is he who works too hard, isn't he the one who puts on the air the most?"

Lin Jing's words are flamboyant: "Why do you care so much about him?"

Lin Jing stopped writing halfway through the copy, and turned his head to look at Xu Wanzhi. This big guy really lived up to the words "come in to watch the show".His fingers were still flipping through the stacks of papers, and when he noticed his gaze, Xu Wanzhi suddenly turned his head and said, "Are you really entrusted to a dream?"

Only then did Lin Jing remember his resume, and he was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this all made up?"

Xu Wanzhi seemed to have a little smile: "At the age of 20, I put down everything in the world and went to Qinghe Town alone, looking for the last support of the soul. Huh?"

Lin Jing twitched the corner of his mouth, and responded, "Yes."

Huang Mao was also curious: "Brother Xu, don't you copy? Are you in no hurry?"

Xu Wanzhi's tone was casual: "There's no rush."

Lin Jing stopped Huang Mao: "Don't ask him, just do your own thing."

In the middle of the night, after Lin Jing finished copying, he sat down in front of Brother Scar's computer.

After the computer is turned on, the page is blood red and a password is required.After he tried to make a mistake, a box popped up directly on the computer, and then it started spinning in circles, shutting down, and then no matter how much he pressed it, he couldn't start it.

This was expected by Lin Jing. Brother Scar, as an important npc, would leave clues in front of them.

"It seems to be raining outside."

The lights in the place were always on, and there were people around him. For the first time, Huang Mao felt safe in the middle of the night.After copying, he comfortably planned to fall asleep, but was awakened by the sound of rain after a while.

Looking at the window, it was indeed raining.

The police station stands at the gate of the village, and all you can see are mountains and vegetation.

Huang Mao's words didn't get any response from anyone in the room, he curled his lips and fell asleep by the window.The sound of raindrops hitting the leaves and soil is particularly crisp and suitable for sleeping.In the second half of the night, he fell into a drowsy sleep, when he heard the sound of small footsteps, it was Lin Jing who went to turn off the light.

It was pitch black all around.Huangmao had a very strange dream.

He dreamed of himself from a God's perspective, and saw himself sleeping by the window of the police station. In the middle of the night, it rained harder and harder outside, and there was muffled thunder. After the lightning, an old man appeared in the dark forest in the distance.

The old man was holding a pure black umbrella, wearing a long black coat, standing upright, his face as pale as paper.

Her body was frozen in place, but her position kept changing.

In the middle of the road, at the edge of the bushes, and finally came to the window of the police station quietly.

The old man knocked on the window with his hands, very slowly at first, and then with an anxious expression, he knocked faster and faster.

"Yellow Hair" was woken up and looked at her in confusion.

Grandma looked weird, and said a sentence without beginning and end: "It's raining, do you want an umbrella?"

"Yellow Hair" shook his head: "No need."

Grandma didn't seem to hear, and asked again: "Do you want an umbrella?"

"Yellow Mao" was a little scared and didn't speak, and stepped back.

Grandma's expression became anxious, and she stretched out her hand as if trying to open the window, but it didn't work.She murmured, "I'm not in good health after getting drenched in the rain."

She scratched the glass with her fingers, and became more and more anxious because she couldn't open it. Her pale face turned a faint blue color, and under the light of thunder and lightning, she suddenly looked hideous like a ghost.

"Yellow Hair" stepped back in horror, but his fingers touched something, and it was still stained with cold liquid.

He froze for a moment, picked it up and found it was a black umbrella.

The moment he saw the umbrella, the anxious old man outside suddenly shrank his pupils, and then smiled strangely, his eyes full of greed.

She pressed her face against the glass, her mouth, nose, and eyeballs were all crushed, and then her face began to melt into a dark, thick liquid that seeped through the glass bit by bit.

Her mouth was gone, and she didn't know where the voice came from. She was hoarse and half blamed: "I already have an umbrella, why are you lying to grandma?"

The black liquid penetrated the glass from the window and entered the room.In the dream, the "yellow hair" was chewed bit by bit by the ink, and the scream of "uh-ah—" was swallowed up in horror and despair, churning out red blood.

"call--"

Huang Mao opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, he couldn't recover for a long time, and looked behind him in a daze.Lin Jing fell asleep behind the computer, Xu Wanzhi casually leaned on his arm, and the room was unbelievably quiet.

After having a nightmare, the fear in his heart was magnified countless times, and the sound of rain was pattering. He shouldn't be awake now, he should continue to sleep.

Huang Mao shook his head, and suddenly heard a weak call in his ear.

"elder brother."

Huangmao's blood was instantly cold, but his body seemed to be controlled by something, he couldn't make a sound, he could only turn his head stiffly.

Outside was a little girl, delicate and cute, lying by the window, with her wet hair covered, her face pale with cold, she asked tremblingly, "Brother, do you have an umbrella?"

umbrella.Another umbrella.

The window had been opened at some point, and the rain outside seemed to be blowing on my face.Damp, sticky, and dreary, the rain is like a sealed net wrapped around it.

Huangmao's mind went blank, and before he could react, he had already picked up the umbrella on the ground.

--wrong!Can't!It shouldn't be given to her!

Two thoughts exploded in his head, trying to fight for control of his body.

It's just that all the entanglements were smashed directly after seeing the scene in the distance.

In the grove not far from here, there stood an old man, holding a black umbrella and wearing a long black coat, looking greedily in this direction.

"Ah—!" Frightened to the extreme, the blood all over his body flowed backwards to his head.

Huangmao heard a familiar voice before fainting.

The young man's voice was gentle and smiling.

"What kind of umbrella do you need on a rainy day, little sister, why don't you come to my brother's place to shelter from the rain?"

The umbrella in her hand was pulled away, and the little girl outside looked stiff for a moment, but before she had time to leave, she was grabbed by the shoulders and brought in.

Lin Jing: "I knew you would come."

Snapped.

The lights in the police station were turned on.

Huang Mao woke up like a dream, looking at the little girl with a broken arm sitting on the table.

She was still dressed in the same way, with two braids, a blue top, and black pants. Her face was cold, and she was obviously very angry.

And the "umbrella" that Lin Jing snatched from him was the arm wrapped in red cloth.

Lin Jing: "Let's make a deal, answer me a few questions, and I'll return your hand to you?"

The girl Sensen looked at him.

Lin Jing raised his pen: "Okay, if you don't say anything, it will be assumed that you agree."