Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

It has been more than half a day since returning to the law enforcement hall after the mission.

Qiu Luo leaned back in his exclusive office chair, with two slender legs crossed, casually tilted up on the desk, with a pen in his mouth, and the tip of the pen was scribbling restlessly in the air.

He frowned, staring intently at the system light screen in front of him.

Assistant Ayi poked his head curiously: "Have you finished your mission report? What are you looking at?"

On the system's light screen, Qiu Luo's mission report did not move a word, the cursor stayed on the name of the mission partner, and he repeatedly poked it open and closed it again.

Qiu Luo's serious expression seemed to be thinking about the true meaning of life, and she was silent for a long time without saying a word.

Ayi kindly reminded him: "If you want to contact Prosecutor Lin, just send a text message and request to go there."

Qiu Luo No. opened Lin Jinran's personal information and address book for the 13th time, raised his eyebrows, held the pen in his mouth between his fingers, and poked the familiar handsome face on the light screen with the tip of the pen.

He drooped his eyelids and hummed twice: "Then what if people don't want to be contacted by me? Isn't it very abrupt that I sent a communication request in the past? It's been so long since I came back from the mission, has my communicator rang?"

Ayi was stunned, and faltered and said: "But your communicator hasn't been charged yet."

Qiu Luo: "..."

He quickly pulled out the badge of the law enforcement officer and turned on the built-in communicator, which showed that the energy was exhausted and turned off.

Connecting the charging spar and waiting for the charging gap, Qiuluo thought of another thing, touched Ayi's small head, and asked excitedly: "How many points do I have now? What good things can I exchange with the system?" ?”

He recalled the all-purpose plant essence props in the small world, it was really special ~ special ~ easy to use.

Ayi opened the system mall, searched for a while, and said, "You still have 30 points. There is no lucky draw treasure box today, but there is a 24-hour limited-time special discounted item, which can be exchanged for 25 points."

Qiu Luo leaned over to take a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up, what a practical and good thing!

"Buy it, this is it!"

With a beep, the communicator was fully charged. As soon as Qiu Luo turned on the communicator, numerous text messages and communication requests popped up immediately, and the screen even froze for a second.

In addition to the task settlement information and messy messages sent by the system, a large list came from Lin Jinran. Since the communication request was not connected, it could only be turned into a message.

Qiu Luo immediately opened one of them, and Lin Jinran's virtual image appeared, and a familiar deep voice came out from his thin lips: "Why did you turn off the communication? See me in the training hall, Class A-201 .”

Before Qiu Luo was happy to see Lin Jinran again, the virtual image of the other party paused, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I forgot to tell you, I am your professor and tutor now, Qiu Luo classmate."

Qiu Luo was speechless for a moment, then pursed her lips: "I've already become a one-star law enforcement officer, do I still need to attend training courses?"

Ayi blinked naively: "Normally speaking, it's not necessary, unless...a superior with a higher rank than you calls for you to study."

"But there are also advantages. You won't be assigned mandatory tasks during your advanced studies. It's equivalent to a vacation in disguise. You can earn points during your studies, and you can improve your professional title by passing the graduation exam."

No more mandatory tasks?

Qiu Luo smiled, packed up her things and walked towards the training classroom.

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In the training and training hall, classroom A-201 is now crowded with students, most of whom are newly promoted law enforcement officers from all over the world. The classroom is already full of people.

Qiu Luo was wearing a silver law enforcement uniform, with a double-breasted wide collar buttoned up on the left chest, and a black tie on the collar of his shirt. The slim-fitting uniform made his figure even taller and slender.

There are two transparent floor-to-ceiling glass mirrors on the wall of the classroom. He walked through the crowd at a leisurely pace, looked through the glass windows, and saw the lecturer professor on the classroom podium at a glance.

Lin Jinran didn't wear the prosecutor's uniform today, but a refined light-striped white shirt with a smoky gray waistcoat and a black cuff on his arm.

His shirt collar was tightly buttoned up to the top button, his black tie was hidden in his vest, his trousers were straight, and he looked ascetic and gentlemanly.

When he was teaching new law enforcement officers from all over the world as a professor, he had a calm face and a solemn demeanor. He held a thin pointer in his hand. Occasionally, when it fell on the metal desk, it made a slight crackling sound, which attracted the attention of the students. The heart also followed like a beating.

Even the most impetuous and jumpy students had to be as quiet as a chicken under his deep gaze, not daring to make mistakes.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Qiu Luo watched Lin Jinran in class with great interest, and the scenes of doing tasks in the small world came to mind for no reason.

Lin Jinran in each world has subtle differences, but the inner appearance can still overlap.

Someone beside him patted him: "Brother, you came too late. Today I found out that Prosecutor Lin came to class in person, and no one nearby was performing tasks. They all came to listen. The classroom can't be filled."

Qiu Luo crossed her arms, stroked her lower lip slowly with one hand, and asked in a tone, "Is Prosecutor Lin so popular?"

"That's not true! Are you new here?" The man said mysteriously, "He has a high position and authority, especially in the hands of the law enforcement officials. He is usually very busy and almost never comes to teach in person. , I don’t know what’s going on this time, but I actually came to start the class, which shocked the other instructors enough.”

The man sighed: "However, I heard that the pass rate of this course is very low, and the requirements for the students are very strict. I don't know who has the honor to be taught by Prosecutor Lin himself."

Qiu Luo showed a strange smile: "Oh? Is that so?"

He folded his arms and leaned against the glass window, his eyes lightly fell on Lin Jinran who was on the podium.

"...Due to the different functions of law enforcement officers, we face different crises and difficulties when performing tasks. It is very important to choose appropriate training courses and improve a certain skill in a targeted manner."

It has been a long time since Lin Jinran's class started. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea from his teacup. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure by the window.

With a slight movement of his brows, his eyes were fixed on Qiu Luo, and he continued to talk about the content of the lecture in a leisurely manner.

From time to time, curious students looked back following Lin Jinran's gaze, but there were too many students outside the window, and it was unclear who the prosecutor was looking at.

Qiu Luo frowned slightly, stood up straight from the glass window, and walked slowly along the wall to the back door. Lin Jinran's eyes followed his silhouette until Qiu Luo pushed through the crowd through the back door. .

Lin Jinran held the teaching whip in his hand, and walked slowly in front of Qiu Luo. All the students in the classroom cast surprised glances at Qiu Luo.

His deep eyes fell directly on Qiu Luo's eyes, and he said lightly: "Qiu Luo, you are so late for the first class."

The eyes of the surrounding students immediately changed from surprise to sympathy, and they also gloated - Prosecutor Lin's memory is also very good, and he caught a late one at once, and it was too much to catch this guy out of so many people. Bad luck.

"Sorry, I am willing to accept the punishment, Mr. Lin." Qiu Luo tried to make an embarrassed expression, and raised her head to meet Lin Jinran's gaze.

His eyes were as bright as if he could speak, and he blinked at Lin Jinran. When he read out a name that was obviously not ordinary, Lin Jinran inexplicably heard a hint of twists and turns.

As if being tickled by a cat's paw, he twirled the pointer with his fingertips, and was about to say something when suddenly, a loud bell rang outside the classroom, Lin Jinran turned his wrist slightly, and the slender end of the pointer clicked Swipe across the epaulettes of Qiu Luo's uniform.

"In that case." He leaned slightly, approaching Qiuluo's ear, and said slowly, "Come to my office after class."

Under everyone's envious and pitying eyes, Qiu Luo obediently followed Lin Jinran, left the classroom, and walked towards the empty office.

With a click, the door closed from the inside.

A student who had something good to do sneaked around and stretched his neck to look in. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything, and only heard a faint bang from the door.

The students began to discuss: "It's over, shouldn't it be corporal punishment?"

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In a closed office.

Lin Jinran's back was pressed against the cold metal door, while Qiu Luo pressed his shoulder with one hand and propped it on the door with the other. The two were about the same height, and when they got very close, the tips of their noses almost touched.

However, there was a narrow gap in the end, and the scorching breath flowed through the narrow gap, unscrupulously pounced on each other's cheeks.

Qiu Luo's eyes slid over his brows and eyes, along the high bridge of the nose, and landed on the light-colored lips, which had been moistened by tea, but the dry lip lines were still showing under his eyes.

Lin Jinran's lips parted slightly, and even raised his chin, as long as the other party lowered his head a little, he could kiss him.

Qiu Luo lowered his voice and said, "You specifically asked me to terminate my mission and study here? Is this using power for personal gain?"

Lin Jinran slightly raised the corners of his eyes, still maintaining his serious expression, with a dignified look on his face: "The purpose of letting you study is to correct the mistakes you made while performing tasks in the small world."

Qiu Luo tilted her head: "Oh? What mistake did I make?"

Lin Jinran caressed the side of his neck, and said with a faint smile, "What do you think?"

"Could it be..." Qiu Luo looked down and slid all the way to Lin Jinran's flat belly.

"You remember clearly." Although Lin Jinran has a strong psychological quality, he couldn't help his ears turning red at this moment, and said angrily, "What's going on in your head? You don't have that function now."

Qiu Luo couldn't help showing a regretful expression: "Maybe there are items in the system mall that can be exchanged..."

Lin Jinran: "...there is no such thing."

Qiu Luo snorted: "Could it be that you still looked for it?"

Lin Jinran paused: "No!"

Qiu Luo saw that his expression was unkind, so she quickly changed the subject: "I remember the other things very well. For example, the last one—"

Lin Jinran covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes: "You don't have to say it."

Qiu Luo moved his hand away, curious: "Won't my memory be faded when I come out of the crystal warehouse? Why do I remember more and more clearly later?"

Lin Jinran raised the corners of his mouth and smiled without saying a word.

"Okay, it must be you who used power for personal gain and did something secretly." Qiu Luo strongly condemned.

Lin Jinran smiled: "Since you are studying with me, I will definitely teach you well. Well... let's start with the penalty for being late."

Qiu Luo asked slowly: "How are you going to punish me? Prosecutor Lin."

The pointer in Lin Jinran's hand slowly slid along the opponent's neckline, deftly opened the first button, and then picked out the black tie from the open collar of the uniform, grasped it in his hand, and applied a little force. Pull on yourself.

"What did you call me?"

The eyes of the two were entangled in the dark corner, and Qiu Luo asked with a half-smile, "What do you want me to call you? Mr. Lin, classmate Lin, His Royal Highness the Regent, or... Master?"

His ending sound is very light, revealing a lingering taste.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Jinran suddenly pulled the tie down, and the two pairs of lips finally pressed against each other tightly, breathing urged the heartbeat, and both became hurried.

The limited air was plundered between the lips and teeth, and the ambiguous voice was drumming the eardrums.

The memories of the four worlds merge alternately in front of my eyes, as clear as yesterday.

The two arrived in the corner of the office and kissed passionately until both were out of breath, neither of them let go.

After an unknown amount of time, the bell rang loudly outside, and the short break between classes ended.

They separated slightly, eyes still glued to each other.

Lin Jinran tidied up the crumpled shirt, and quickly changed back to the solemn and abstinent prosecutor. Except for the slight redness at the end of the eyes, and the overly rosy corners of the mouth, no one could see anything abnormal.

"Okay, there's still class to go." Lin Jinran re-fastened Qiu Luo's crooked tie and stuffed it back into his uniform.

Qiu Luo suddenly remembered something: "You go first."

Lin Jinran didn't know what bad idea he was planning, so he didn't ask any more questions, took a deep look at him, opened the door and went out.

Qiu Luo looked outside, no one was around, took out a box of folded things from his pocket, took it out and shook it, the small soft cloth became bigger and bigger until it could wrap the whole person in it.

A large living person suddenly disappeared in place, but the door of the office suddenly opened again, and closed again after a while.

The author has something to say: Lin: Why does the system mall always sell weird items?

Qiu: It’s really cheap.