I am not pitiful [Quick Transmigration]

When Li Hu left that night, there was no one outside the gate. As Zhou Ting said, if you can't get in, you know the contact person has left.

After eating, Uncle Zhou Ting also lay reclined on the sofa, swipe around with his mobile phone to watch.When Rong Zhen went to mop the floor, he glanced at the screen. It was the interface of a certain communication app. There were several new messages on the top that he hadn't clicked on. In this second, another message floated up and was put together with another one. Looking at the name, he thought it was a person with two numbers, but soon found that the last word was different.

Both are surnamed Zhou.

He was thinking about it, when he heard a "bang", Zhou Ting threw the mobile phone on the coffee table, and squinted at him: "What are you aiming at?"

Got caught.

Feeling guilty, he turned around and continued mopping the floor, and then dialed 998 on the small phone interface in his head.

Rong Zhen: "Can you tell me about the family relationship of the task target?"

998: "Okay. The information has been sent, you can open it yourself on the interface."

Rong Zhen said thank you, but didn't open it immediately, and now he has to mop the floor, he was afraid that Zhou Ting would find out if his mind wandered too much.

After mopping the floor, he went back to his room and opened the interface in his brain to start browsing.

[Task object Zhou Ting family relationship table:

Father: Zhou Heng, 47 years old, has a bad relationship with the task object.

Stepmother: He Yinlan, 35 years old, has a bad relationship with the task object.

The older half-brother: Zhou Ruohua, 14 years old, has a good relationship with the task object.

The second half-brother: Zhou Ruotan, 14 years old, has a good relationship with the task object. 】

The two twin brothers in the back who seem to be his half-brothers should be the two people Rong Zhen saw not long ago who kept sending messages to Zhou Ting.

The relationship table said that they had a good relationship, but Rong Zhen vaguely remembered what he saw about the villain's original result: male, 23 years old, killed his biological father, seriously injured his younger brother, attempted to kill his stepmother, and was finally sentenced to death.

If you have a good relationship with your younger brother, how could you seriously injure him?

Zhou Ting is now 22 years old, and there is only one year left before the original ending.

Not long, but not short either.

When Rong Zhen went out again, Zhou Ting was already washing up.

After much deliberation, he chose to turn on the TV and turn the volume up.Now there is no legal column to broadcast, he only found a criminal investigation film, trying to enhance his legal awareness in multiple aspects.

Before 998 left, he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Rong Zhen, you won't always want to use this method..."

Rong Zhen: "Can't you?"

998 choked: "Come on." Rong Zhen: "Thank you."

998: "...Actually, you should know that Zhou Ting is not without legal awareness. On the contrary, he has received an excellent education since he was a child. He returned from studying abroad not long ago. Although his personality is not very good, he is not a bastard without real talents at all. He knows the law better than most ordinary people. I suggest you start elsewhere."

But Rong Zhen asked without beginning or end: "998, can you tell me the reason why Zhou Ting did those things in the end?"

998: "Not currently. After all, the mission of the host is to educate the villain. If the reason for the complete blackening of the villain is informed early, it will greatly reduce the difficulty of the host's task. The difficulty will be reduced by itself, and the year-end value obtained by our department will also be reduced."

Rong really didn't say any more.

When Zhou Ting came out of the shower that night, Rong Zhen was already attracted by the plot of the criminal investigation film, and could not blink his eyes.

Zhou Ting took a few glances, maybe he was bored, sat down on the chair, and followed suit.

After a while, he heard a very sad murmur: "How could this be..."

The TV shows the young policeman being revenged by gangsters and beaten to death in the alley.

The corners of Zhou Ting's eyes were squinting, and Rong Zhen's eyes were reddish, and his hands were clenched into two fists, looking very sad.

He frowned: "So you're crying?"

The other party ignored him, immersed in the tragic plot and yet to come out.

It wasn't until the ending song sounded that Rong Zhen looked at him slowly: "What did you just say?"

Zhou Ting: "..."

Rong Zhen glanced at the clock and found that it was very late and it was time to go to bed, so he got up to turn off the TV, and he didn't know whether to say to him or himself: "Now I have to rest."

Zhou Ting had a rare laugh, and still sat still, looking at his back: "So sentimental, I thought you had to cry for a while."

Rong Zhen looked back at him in confusion: "It's very touching." Feeling that the other party was laughing at him, he pointed to his eyes without tears and added, "I didn't cry."

He was explaining casually, but the other party looked into his eyes for a long while, as if he was really verifying whether he was crying or not.

Before the man could say the result of the "verification", a somewhat abrupt bell sounded in the quiet main room.

"A sad man sings a sad song, he doesn't want to save anything, the long night, guarding the loneliness, can't find a corner to heal..."

Rong Zhen quickly took out the elderly phone, and subconsciously explained: "Brother Hu set the ringtone for me."

After that, he answered the phone under Zhou Ting's irritable and somewhat complicated gaze.

He said very little the whole time, just "ummm", "okay", "thank you", hung up the phone after a while, and finally said to Zhou Ting: "I have something to do tomorrow and I'm not at home. You have a room, I guess you will come back the day after tomorrow..."

He was about to continue to ask, when the man suddenly frowned: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the village to plant peanuts, and bring some vegetables back. There are houses in the village, and it's not convenient to run back and forth at night, so I just stay there for one night and come back before the night after tomorrow. If you want to eat, the nearby restaurant is not far away, just a phone call away." I will send it, I will give you the phone number of the boss..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone: "Fuck, who knows what kind of things are sent, what if you eat waste oil? What if it tastes worse than yours? You didn't take care of me Is it? To plant peanuts? I'm not as fucking as a peanut!"

Rong Zhen was taken aback by him, frowned and retorted: "Brother Hu didn't say that."

Li Hu said at the time that Zhou Ting liked to take a bath, but there were no hotels in the county or town that had bathtubs, and it happened that Rongzhen's family had a bathtub, so Zhou Ting was arranged here.He never said that he would take care of him like a nanny. Besides, when he returned to the village this time, he wanted to bring some old books from his grandfather's old house. Zhou Ting was going to stay here for a few months, so he always needed something to pass the time.

After he finished saying that, Zhou Ting fell silent and glared at him sullenly. After a few seconds, he suddenly took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Rong Zhen thought at first that he was going to trouble Li Hu, and when he leaned over to see Wang Li's number on the screen, he was relieved.

The phone was connected, but Zhou Ting said impatiently: "Clean up in advance, come early tomorrow, I'm going to the countryside."

Rong was really shocked: "..."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Rong Zhen couldn't help reminding: "There is no place to play in our village, and the old houses in the village don't have air conditioners, or my name is Brother Hu..."

"Do you think this broken town is fun?" Zhou Ting yelled at him with a black face, "I just want to go, I'm going! Do you care about me?"

Rong Zhen pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sure enough, Wang Li came early the next day.

When Rong Zhen came out with a few straw hats, Zhou Ting was standing at the door frowning and drinking a carton of milk. When he saw Rong Zhen wearing a straw hat and carrying a basket, he spit milk suddenly.

Wang Li immediately handed over the paper.

Zhou Ting wiped it casually angrily, glanced at Rong Zhen from time to time, and snorted coldly: "There are still such ugly hats in the world."

Rong Zhen handed one of the straw hats to Wang Li, and Wang Li accepted it with a smile, and then handed it to Zhou Ting, who refused it anyway.

After going out, there was no car nearby, Zhou Ting looked down at Rong Zhen's legs, and suddenly said in a cold voice, "Don't tell me you want to walk like this."

Rong Zhen looked at him with an expression of impossibility, and said nicely, "Don't worry, I called in advance to reserve a car, and I'll wait at the intersection, and I'll be there soon."

As they spoke, they turned around an intersection, and when they looked up, they saw an electric tricycle parked there.

The elderly driver waved at them: "Here it is!"

Zhou Ting's face turned green.

Wang Li also didn't expect it, he knew Zhou Ting's temper, he couldn't bear to be picky, so he thought that the other party would definitely get angry, or turn around and go back cursing.

I have organized in my mind what to say later.

But what surprised him was that apart from his extremely ugly face, Zhou Ting didn't say a single word during the whole process, yes, there was no swearing.Just like that, he followed Rong Zhen into the car, and sat in the crowded small space, his tall body couldn't stretch, with a wrinkled face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The car ran bumpily for about [-] minutes, and the glare of light seeped into the car through the poor-quality windows, which was unavoidable.

Zhou Ting broke out in sweat, his entire forehead was wet.

He looked at Rong Zhen with a trace of resentment in his eyes, but the other party was very leisurely, wearing a big straw hat and looking at more and more fields and green mountains and green waters outside, his expression was indifferent, but his pupils like black pearls were shining. With a smile, some powder was steamed on her fair face due to the heat.

Zhou Ting suddenly felt hotter, reached out his hand suddenly, and touched Rong Zhen's arm forcefully.

Rong Zhen looked back at him.

Zhou Ting's voice was very low, but he could still hear it clearly.

"Where is my straw hat, give it to me quickly."