Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Like a squirrel, Yi "clicked" and knocked on the melon seeds: "A Yuan, why don't you buy crab roe and melon seeds?"

Peng Yuan said seriously: "If you don't crack the melon seeds, you won't have the feeling of chatting."

"Painful..." Ding Jingyi swiped her phone, "Ivan, a bastard, now I don't think it's good to talk in the classroom, so I want to change to his studio - the pig slaughterhouse. Alas, this ace pigeon. Everyone Classmate, wouldn't it be better to be more sincere and less routine?"

"You are not his classmate. According to your seniority, he has to call you Teacher Sheng Ding."

"Ms. Ding and Mr. Tony who does the cutting and blowing are the same teacher."

"Hahaha!"

The two continued to flirt and chat, and the two packs of melon seeds ended their sinful life not long after.

This time, Hu Shunhua's reply was also long overdue: "To distinguish between Qingfeng and people, you can only look at the shadows. The old way, the ones without shadows are Qingfeng, and the ones with shadows are people. The ghosts have never seen live ones, so it's hard to say."

"Oh... what about the zombie brothers?"

"Both brothers have shadows. The zombie moves stiffly, and the spells are controllable; the zombie can't be controlled, and if it is forced to be controlled, it can only be tied. Is the senior writing an official account with a new theme?"

"No, a friend wants to hold a party and appoints a foreigner to act as a zombie. Ask me, I think Ivan's temperament is rather melancholy..."

The system prompts that Hu Shunhua is typing, and suddenly cuts a long voice over.

"When Ivan first came to our school as an exchange, he was like a dead person. At first, I also suspected that he was a big scorer, and it was not right to contact him.

Ivan said that when he was in Ukraine, his family was poor, so he went to the ruins of the World War II battlefield to dig military medals and sell them.

Later, I found out that he had indeed done some commercial cultural relics and fine arts business, and he continued to do it when he first came, but then he suddenly stopped doing it, and the dead breath in his body disappeared. I don’t know why. "

Peng Yuan asked about the details, and used his brain map to draw up a timeline: Ivan came to J University for an exchange in September last year, the fire on Lusan Street occurred in November last year, the time and date when Ivan stopped doing cultural relics business The time when Zuo Heng brought the money into the slaughterhouse happened to coincide, it was in April of this year.

Beyond that, there's little solid evidence of Ivan's connection to the fire.

Hu Shunhua sent a few more voice messages: "But he likes wandering around Lusan Street very much. It's rare to go there twice a week. He said that the factory is there, so more inspections are needed to ensure the quality."

Green Street is a main road running from east to west, and it is one of the landmarks of the light industrial zone in City G.There are six north-south paths interspersed with it.Green Third Street is one of them.

Peng Yuan opened the information written by Ding Jingyi.Ding Jingyi made data capture for Ivan's live broadcast room and online store. After half a month of observation, the data shows that the jewelry factory produces a large quantity of goods every two weeks on average, and each time is about [-] pieces. This order of magnitude is really not very profitable. , no wonder Ivan gave up the live broadcast to bring the goods and start the slaughter.

But is it necessary to inspect the goods twice a week for large goods once every two weeks?

The factory can also ship the goods on behalf of one piece, and the quality cannot be controlled at all. This behavior is very contradictory.Coupled with the captured return data, Peng Yuan felt that the melon was delivered to his mouth.

Peng Yuan tapped Ding Jingyi's leg: "I've heard a saying."

Ding Jingyi was digging out snacks in Peng Yuan's schoolbag, and was about to start the sinful life of the third bag of sunflower seeds. When Peng Yuan hit him like this, he made a soft "ah" sound, and had the illusion of stealing and being caught on the spot.

"I've heard a saying that criminals always like to go back to the scene of the crime and look back at the joy of the time. The houses that were burned on Green Third Street are now ghost houses, and they can't be sold.

The family members of the victims also went to send flowers on Qingming and auspicious days, and the only one who was willing to go back every day was the arsonist himself. "

"Then let's squat on him for a while..." Ding Jingyi looked at the chat records, "He made an appointment to meet tomorrow in the studio, and we'll go squat in the burning house tonight—if you don't think it's unlucky."

"I want to ask you."

Ding Jingyi opened the melon seeds: "I was hand-picked by the gods, so it doesn't matter."

"But you don't like Ivan... there are certain things about him that you hate."

"Don't mention it, it can't be done now, let's solve Ivan who made the case first."

Peng Yuan replied to Hu Shunhua's voice: "He is his own boss? Then he probably won't be willing to be a group performer, and lose his position. I'll find someone else."

Peng Yuan turned on the navigation and calculated the time. They could ride the shared bicycle to Lusan Street before dark.

Watching a crime scene is a private matter, and Ivan's vision is not the slightest bit high, so the possibility of asking someone to go with him is relatively low.

If Ivan was really an ordinary person, Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi, two magicians, would be more than enough for him.

Peng Yuan opened the panoramic map, went through the terrain of the fire scene from all angles, and planned the routes for entry, exit and emergency escape. Fill with two melon seeds.Peng Yuan's mood fluttered again.

When Peng Yuan finished his preparations, his schoolbag was already empty, and there were two rows of empty Yakult bottles neatly stacked on the table, and there was a clean egg yolk crisp box under each empty bottle.

"Kacha Kacha" has also become "Kacha Kacha", all the melon seeds have ended their sinful lives, and now it is the Pocky biscuit that died between Ding Jingyi's lips.

Peng Yuan hugged Ding Jingyi, bit the half of the biscuit left on Ding Jingyi's lips, and kissed him.

Ding Jingyi burped, and swallowed the remaining biscuits like a wild animal.

"What are you doing, still protecting the food..." Peng Yuan squeezed Ding Jingyi's waist through the coat, "Did I ever owe you a bite!"

"Because I can only beat you..." Ding Jingyi licked his lips. He had a good-looking smile, but when he was in a relationship, he always looked a bit handsome and mentally retarded.

Peng Yuan opened a box of strawberry-flavored Pocky and gathered them into a bundle: "Not only will I not rob you, I will feed you! Tell me, where are you feeding?"

Ding Jingyi "clicked" to unbutton her belt: "It's up to you? If you send a car, you can send yourself a black-faced cat? My pants are laughing off!"

Peng Yuan yelled at Bai Qi: "Understood, I understand, you are so thin that your trousers have fallen off, and you don't want to protect your food. Eat more! Eat chicken at night!"

Ding Jingyi stood up, her pants fell to her knees: "Give me chicken, how many chickens do you have?"

Peng Yuan made a "shh" gesture.

"You don't have a chicken, do you?"

Peng Yuan was terrified, and pulled off his coat and tied it around Ding Jingyi's waist: "Let's talk about the chicken, let's talk about it, civilized you and me! Don't say a few words, put on your pants!"

"Let's talk about chicken, fuck civilization!"

"Put on your pants! There's someone out there!"

"There's no one there!"

Peng Yuan stood up and wanted to cover Ding Jingyi's mouth, but Ding Jingyi turned around and hid.

"Don't run! Wear pants!"

The two came and went, dancing a tango on the desks and chairs in the classroom, Ding Jingyi turned around on the table a few times, and Peng Yuan bumped into his belly button unsteadily.

Under the collision, Ding Jingyi couldn't help but retreated tactically, and unintentionally glanced at the door of the classroom. The air was suddenly quiet. Li Yun and the three girls from the archeology department stared at them directly, and they almost wanted to hold a piece of melon.

Deflated!The African-chief black-faced cat and the bad luck big devil are mixed together, and they are deflated in public!

Ding Jingyi stopped and waved, and the four boxes of Pocky "swish" flew out and fell into the hands of four melon eaters.

Ding Jingyi bowed and snapped his fingers to hide the figures of the two, and hurriedly flew away from the window with Peng Yuan in his arms.

"Jingyi..." Peng Yuan put his arms around Ding Jingyi with one hand and pulled up his pants with the other, "Our bastard... is playing too big."

Ding Jingyi was trembling all over: "Did they take a picture?"

Peng Yuan felt two lines of invisible tears running across his face: "I'll find out after watching the class group and the post bar..."

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54. Chapter 54

Peng Yuan still chose to have a meal of braised chicken, hoping for good luck. After all, his boyfriend almost completed the feat of running naked in front of his classmates and teachers.

Apart from ordering, the two of them had nothing to say all the way until they pedaled to the downstairs of the fire site on Lusan Street, and Ding Jingyi asked in a low voice, "Did Mr. Li say nothing to you...?"

Peng Yuan smiled embarrassingly: "I haven't said anything yet. At worst, my qualification for insurance research will be cancelled."

"What if it's cancelled?"

"If you don't get fired, take the exam yourself."

Ding Jingyi gasped: "It's too late, isn't it?"

Peng Yuan looked serious: "If it's too late, I will take the exam for another year."

Ding Jingyi trembled: "No, no way."

"Do you think I can't pass the exam?"

"Because I failed to show a dick, you have to take the postgraduate entrance examination by yourself, which is very troublesome."

"Haha..." Peng Yuan slapped Ding Jingyi, "I'm just kidding, no way, this is the behavior of a primary school student playing around in the classroom, and it hasn't risen to the point of corrupting customs. Teachers and classmates are not complaining about crazy monsters. "

Ding Jingyi said "Oh" and walked upstairs without saying a word.Peng Yuan thought about what happened to them in the Ellowyn era, and it was a bit hurtful to mention the joke to the level of complaints, so he grabbed Ding Jingyi's clothes and tugged:

"I... well, I can't speak, can I withdraw the word 'complaint'? "

Ding Jingyi stopped in her tracks: "Complaint? What complaint? I didn't hear it."

Peng Yuan went up a few steps and touched his boyfriend's head.Ding Jingyi took advantage of the situation and reached out to hug him, and the two rubbed each other for a while before continuing to walk up.

As night fell, the walls of the corridor were covered with traces of burnt black, and the five-storey and three houses were connected together, so black that no trace could be seen.

Peng Yuan stopped in front of the door of the house in the middle.