Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

City A in September has become cooler, and this northern city is quietly heading for winter.

The dry weather made Luo, who had just come to the north, a little uncomfortable. He was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker and walking on the slightly bleak street, and suddenly felt some warm liquid flowing down his nasal cavity. He touched the well-swept floor tiles, touched his pocket but forgot to bring paper, just when he was secretly annoyed, a clean handkerchief was handed to him.

"Clean it." A gentle and magnetic male voice came from above his head. Luo could see the man's shiny leather shoes and wanted to say thank you, but his throat was filled with blood. He stopped talking hastily, holding Covering his nose with a handkerchief, he coughed twice due to the blood choking, then he slowly raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him.

He looks like an old gentleman, wearing a decent suit, and even the smile that evoked makes people feel gentle and comfortable. He wears gold-rimmed glasses, there is no trace of dust on the lens, and the brown eyes behind the frame look at him gently .

"...Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Luo showed a slightly embarrassed smile, and looked at the blood-stained handkerchief. Who still uses handkerchiefs these days, except for some old-fashioned gentlemen, but the man in front of him is really very Consistent with last century's fantasies about men.

"It's okay, but you, why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?" The man asked with some concern, his deep voice slowly came out of his mouth, and his manner was full of elegance.

He glanced at the blood on the handkerchief, and then focused on Luo's obsidian eyes.He seems to be a very warm-hearted person, and he seems so out of place in this era when the distance between people is getting stranger.

Obviously, Luo is also a little uncomfortable, but he has always been a guy who doesn't know how to reject others, so he honestly stated the reason: "I moved to City A for work reasons, maybe I don't adapt to the climate here."

"That's it." The man smiled, his eyes were also crooked, "The climate in City A is indeed very dry, remember to buy a humidifier at home."

Luo nodded, not knowing what to say for a moment, and was about to say goodbye, when he saw the man's eyes pass him and look into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, but soon came back to his senses, apologetic Said: "My clinic is in front, do you want to deal with it?"

"No need." Luo quickly shook his head, chatting with a kind stranger on the street for so long was his limit, he didn't want to be alone anymore, so he thanked him again.

When he was about to leave, the man took out a business card from the inside pocket of the suit and handed it to Luo: "If you want to know anything, you can contact me. After all, I have lived in this city for more than 30 years. After all, I still know Something fun."

"Ah, thank you." Luo covered his nose with one hand, and took the other party's business card hastily with the other.

The man in front of him is Shen Jingwen, the director of a private hospital. This is completely different from the clinic he just mentioned. Luo nodded to express his understanding and put it in his pocket. He didn't say that he would contact the customer cliché.

"What's your name?" Shen Jingwen's tone was very gentle, as if he didn't care about Luo's faux pas.

"Luo Qiu." Luo covered his nose and said sullenly. He wanted to leave here urgently, but the man in front of him obviously had something to say.

Shen Jingwen stared at Luo's expression through the lens, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said, "Then I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

"Well, goodbye, Dean Shen." Luo also smiled, but his mouth was completely covered by the handkerchief, and he couldn't help wrinkling his nose after realizing this.

Shen Jingwen looked at Luo's childish expression with a smile, rubbed his fingers together, and said goodbye.

Not far in front is Luo's rented community, which is not big, about [-] square meters, enough for him to live alone.

Back home, he rushed into the toilet quickly, put the handkerchief on the sink, bent over to turn on the faucet, held a puddle of water, and began to clean his blood-stained nose. In fact, his nose was bleeding when he covered it with the handkerchief It has already stopped.

Luo Shundao washed his face, pushed back the strands of hair that fell to his forehead, then raised his head to look at his face in the mirror, carefully observed that there were no blood stains, then picked up the towel beside him and wiped it.

He looked at the handkerchief on the table again, thinking that the other party probably wouldn't ask for it anymore, so he threw it straight into the trash can.

The cuffs were already wet. Walking into the bedroom, Luo took off his coat, and sat at the desk looking tiredly at the piles of documents on the table.He is a small reporter for a newspaper office. In this era of advanced Internet, paper newspapers are no longer popular, so he made a special private website to report some stories about serial murders and his own views.

Unexpectedly, such a novelty-seeking website became popular instead, and the head office let him move to the headquarters in City A, where he was promoted with more money. Except for the unsuitable climate, everything was developing in a good direction.

Luo leaned his head back on the chair, looked at the ceiling, stretched his neck, and then suddenly remembered the business card, so he dragged his tired body to search in the coat pocket again.

That private hospital is still very famous in City A, and many experts and professors have jumped to find jobs there, so it seems that there are solutions for most difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

Luo went online to look up Shen Jingwen's information again. Sure enough, he received an elite education since he was a child, and studied overseas with gilded gold. He was a genius cultivated by his parents.However, his parents died in a car accident five years ago, and at that time, Shen Jingwen took over the hospital.

Thinking of the man's gentle expression again, Luo frowned. Intuitively speaking, there was something wrong, but he couldn't find anything.

Discouraged lying on the table, these materials have not been sorted out after they were brought in, and the headquarters worked overtime and held meetings all day long, so he didn't even have time to update the website.

I really don't know if such a promotion and salary increase is good or bad.

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"Little Luo, aren't you most interested in these things? You and Wang Li will follow this case." The editor-in-chief sat on the swivel chair with a big belly, and the chair creaked almost as if it couldn't bear his weight.

Luo Qiu lowered his eyes and nodded, then said hello to Wang Li who was next to him. Wang Li was a middle-aged man in his 40s who looked a bit scruffy. His half-length hair was in strands because he hadn't washed it for a long time, and his dark circles were also darkened. Seriously, looking weak.

But he is a hyena.

"Hmm." The man seemed to be a little sleepy, but his eyelids drooped and he didn't know who he was responding to.

This case was a massacre that happened last night. All four members of the family died tragically at home. The police did not announce the cause of death, but there are different opinions. If we can get first-hand information, it will definitely be explosive news.

The downstairs area of ​​the old residents is separated by a cordon. Except for the guarded police officers, most of them are guys with reporter cards. Luo and Wang Li sat in the car and watched the lively scene outside. make a sound.

"Brother Wang, aren't we going out?" The little rookie has always had little right to speak, so after seeing the man close his eyes and rest, he couldn't help frowning and asking.

"What are you doing out there, making sandwiches?" Wang Li's mouth was very poisonous, he didn't even open his eyes, just folded his hands on the driver's seat, as if he would fall asleep in a second.

Luo stopped talking, he pursed his lips, and continued to look at the scene outside. The sun at noon seemed to be as hot as summer, and in the shadows cast by the residential buildings, the group of reporters frantically surrounded the people who came out of it.

But the man obviously had a lot of experience in escaping from such scenes, so he threw off the police officers following him, opened the door of the back seat and sat in.

Wang Li finally opened his eyes and started the car before the group of reporters surrounded him.

The man sitting in the back looked not too far behind Wang Li in age, but his spirit was much better, with a fierce face, he lit a cigarette, and then rolled down the window to let off the smell.

"I mean, Wang Li, why haven't you bought a new car for so many years? The rear seat springs are almost protruding." The man took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile. He looked like an old smoker, but his eyes were so sharp, He has been observing Luo's expression through the rearview mirror.

"This is your new apprentice?" The man's voice was so loud that it almost blew into Luo's ears like a trumpet, making him flinch.

"No." In comparison, Wang Li's tone is more appropriate, but because of exhaustion, the end of each speech is very long. "It's just a new reporter who was forced by the editor-in-chief."

The man held his mouth and nodded, looking at the scene of speeding outside, there seemed to be some anxiety in his eyes.

The car finally stopped by the river, and the man immediately opened the car door and walked out, standing by the river, blowing the wind.

Luo watched Wang Li also get out of the car, and immediately followed him.

"It's difficult?" The two were like old friends reminiscing about the old days. Wang Li took the cigarette handed by the man and put it in his mouth. He lowered his head slightly and waited for the man to light it. , Looking at the calm river.

"It can't be called." The man said so, but he frowned, and his already fierce face looked even more frightening, "It seems to be a random murder."

Wang Li raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"Four people were hacked to death with knives, and there were signs of being tied up on the bodies." The man took out his mobile phone, "I will send you the pictures directly." It seems that he is not worried about revealing the confidentiality of the case, "Remember when the time comes Make a code."

"Yeah." Wang Li took out his phone and looked at the picture on it intently. Luo also leaned over and couldn't help frowning. The youngest child was just a baby.

"What is this?" Wang Li pointed to the pattern painted with blood on the wall.

"I don't know, I'm still investigating." The man scratched his eyebrows with his thumb, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

"It seems to be a Taoist curse." Luo whispered, and then he was stared at by two men, and couldn't help showing an embarrassed smile, "I don't know too well, it should be the reincarnation curse."

Hearing this, the man made a phone call next to him.

While Wang Li was still observing the pattern, he asked, "Are you interested in this?"

"No." Luo didn't know what to say, "I learned about a case before, which was related to the sacrifice, so I checked it out by the way."

"Which case?" Wang Li pondered in his own memory, but soon gave up searching.

"The 'Bellgate' Murder Case."

Wang Li remembered that the pattern used by the murderer in that case was indeed similar to this one. At that time, another person from the newspaper office followed up, and I heard that it took a long time to investigate.

In the end, it was discovered that it was a kind of dark sacrifice to transfer other people's lifespan to oneself, but I am afraid that only fools would believe such things.

Man, damn or die.Gods and ghosts are the most unreliable.

Wang Li exhaled a puff of smoke, and then stomped it out like that man.

"Drive me to the police station." The man seemed to be busy on the phone, and hurried over, looking at Luo with a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Have you thought about being a police officer?" The man sat in the back seat and asked suddenly.

"Ah? Me?" Luo turned his head and pointed at himself, seemingly incredulous.

"That's right." The man nodded, "I think you're a bit talented." At least you can still look at that kind of photo without changing your expression, which is already more than many people.

"Don't poach me." Wang Li warned, but it was obviously just a joke between two friends.

When he was about to reach the police station, Wang Li stopped the car and let the man get out.

"Brother Wang, who was that just now?"

"Captain of the criminal investigation team, Dai Ruiming." Wang Li said indifferently, as if he didn't care about the man's identity.

Luo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask any questions, but Wang Li continued: "He and I are classmates in college, and we both learned about investigation, but later I was not interested in this field, so I went to become a reporter."

Wang Li smiled: "I know why I know the inside story of many cases, Captain Dai told me."

"But won't he be punished for this?" Luo frowned, seemingly concerned.

"What punishment is he afraid of? If he was really going to be punished, he would have been fired long ago, and he could still be a captain?" Wang Li seemed to have opened up the chatterbox now, with the energy of a reporter, "It's all a small problem."

Luo blinked and nodded.

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It was past ten o'clock in the evening when I finished writing the manuscript and walked home. Luo yawned a lot and looked a little listless with his head hanging down. However, the nightlife of most young people has just begun, and Luo is just a For young people in their early twenties, the comparison should not be too exaggerated.

"We met again, Luo Qiu." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from above his head again. Luo Mi looked up at the man standing in front of him. He seemed to have changed into a more casual attire, and his whole demeanor had also changed. Be kinder.

Shen Jingwen looked at Luo who was a little confused, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Ah, Dean Shen." Luo woke up in an instant, the cool night breeze made him close his coat, Shen Jingwen seemed to have seen his movements, and gently invited: "We want to have a late-night snack together ?"

"No, no need, I'm not too hungry." Luo now just wants to go home quickly and take a hot bath, and then lie on the bed peacefully and fall asleep.

"That's it." But Shen Jingwen looked a little sad, and sighed softly, "Then you go first."

The man's figure looked thin and bleak, Luo felt as if he had done something terribly wrong, so he couldn't help saying: "Actually..."

"I've already made a reservation for the restaurant." The sadness just now was gone, Shen Jingwen looked at Luo with a smile, and gave almost no chance to refuse, "It's nearby, don't worry, it won't be too late."

Luo, who was sitting in public in a high-end restaurant, seemed extremely uncomfortable. This was his first time in such a place. You must know that the cost of a meal alone was enough for half a month's salary. He looked at the man vaguely. Hands flipping menus, damn money!

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Shen Jingwen put down the menu and asked gently, as if noticing Luo's narrow gaze.

"No, just look at it." Unable to bear the honorifics, Luo picked up the goblet next to him and poured red wine.

"That's all."

Even when dealing with waiters, Shen Jingwen's etiquette was impeccable. He looked at the glass where most of the red wine had disappeared, and at Luo whose face was flushed, and smiled lightly and took a sip of the wine.

"What are you doing now?" Shen Jingwen asked.

The atmosphere in this restaurant is very good, and with the red wine just now, Luo was a little drowsy, but he quickly got up, rubbed the napkin on his lap, and said: "... newspaper reporter."

"Are you usually busy?" Shen Jingwen asked again.

"It's okay, if it's nothing serious." Luo's voice became lower the more he talked, and he couldn't help frowning when he thought of the miserable photos he saw during the day.

Shen Jingwen also saw the other party's expression, but he didn't ask too much.

"Your writing should be pretty good." He smiled, staring at the slightly immature face under the dim light.

Luo scratched his cheek shyly, feeling a little awkward being praised: "Actually, there is no..."

"Most of what I come into contact with in the hospital is case reports, and rarely touches on literature." Shen Jingwen turned to talk about his own affairs, "Now I am not very good at writing articles."

"You should be very busy, right?" Luo asked proactively.

"Fortunately, after all, I'm the dean, and no one else knows about taking a vacation for myself." Shen Jingwen said with a smile, it seemed that there was a little generation gap.

Luo also smiled, but his eyes were so dry that he could hardly keep them open.

Shen Jingwen looked at him tenderly, until exhaustion completely swept Luo's mind, and he fell asleep directly on the table.

When he woke up again, it was already daytime. Luo clutched his temples that were swollen from sleeping for too long, and sat up abruptly, surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment. The high-end and exquisite decoration was completely different from his dilapidated room .

He was wearing clean pajamas, and the original clothes had disappeared. For a moment, Luo blushed, but soon calmed down and opened the door with slippers on.

Outside is a spacious apartment that he can't live in all his life. Shen Jingwen is wearing the same style of pajamas and sitting at the dining table while reading a newspaper and drinking tea. It seems that he just noticed the movement on Luo's side, and looked over with sharp eyes. But it soon softened, almost making Luo think it was just his hallucination.

"Are you hungry? I asked my aunt to make breakfast." Shen Jingwen's attitude was normal, as if the person in front of him was a friend he had known for many years.

"Last night..." Luo moved to sit down opposite Shen Jingwen, and said hesitantly.

"You were too tired, so you fell asleep." Shen Jingwen said with a smile, folded the newspaper and put it aside, there was no embarrassing scene like a joke.

"Thank you, thank you."

Luo felt even more uncomfortable. He quickly finished his breakfast and wanted to leave.

"However, your clothes were washed last night." Shen Jingwen sat on the sofa and looked up at him slightly, with a little laziness, but Luo clearly found a slight evil taste in his eyes, "So You can only wear my clothes."

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"Luo Qiu, are you so rich?" When Luo finally got stuck in the office, a woman who was not a few years older than him but already had a lot of experience came over and looked at the silk shirt on Luo's body. It's shining, why didn't she find out that Luo is still a hidden rich second generation.

"No." Luo quickly waved his hands and shook his head, "This is a friend's clothes."

"Then your friend is quite rich." The woman pouted and made a cute expression, which seemed a bit out of harmony, "Why don't I have such a friend."

Then the woman looked at the dress again and asked, "Do you know how much this dress costs?"

Luo shook his head.

Women compare numbers.

"Nine hundred?" Luo didn't dare to speak.

"Nine thousand!" the woman said, "and it will cost more than 6 if you take it out."

Luo was almost dazzled, and his eyes were full of symbols of money.It's terrible, he thought, and he froze in place, not daring to move.

At this time, Wang Li came to rescue him, and threw a newspaper on him: "The manuscript you wrote yesterday has been reviewed, and today you will publish the headline of the website."

Then he leaned on the table and squinted his eyes, stretched out two fingers and pinched Luo's shirt, and said in a strange tone: "Your kid has been taken care of by someone? Although it is true that you look good, but this kind of thing is still I can't do it..."

"No!" Luo hurriedly clarified, his whole body was shocked, "It's just a friend's clothes."

"Okay, okay." Wang Li said perfunctorily, the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be getting worse, and the eyes were also covered with bloodshot eyes, "I'll go catch up on sleep first, don't bother me if I have nothing to do."

The morning of the chicken and dog jumping seems to have passed like this, and a special crime team was set up for the massacre. Because the plot was too bad, after their newspaper published the latest news, the police made a public speech, expressing their determination to arrest the criminal .

Looking at Dai Ruiming's serious appearance on TV, he still couldn't associate it with the man who revealed the news yesterday.Luo yawned again. He slept so well last night that he was a little depressed.

But soon, he thought of Shen Jingwen again——

He didn't change the clothes last night, did he?For a moment, Luo curled up like a cooked shrimp and covered his face.

The author has something to say: If you write an innocent young boy, it will be absolutely amazing

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