A short, small contract!

In the elite training school, Feng Yinglou is always the hardest working and most desperate one, but in every assessment, he is always the last one. Faced with such a student, even the instructors have to shake their heads and sigh, they really

I couldn't bear to send this child home with a cautious face and pleading eyes.

However, how can a child who has no passion, insufficient consciousness, and lack of outstanding talent, who struggles mechanically just because he is afraid of being eliminated and afraid of seeing his family’s failed expressions, survive in an elite training school full of talents?

Accidental, just an absolute accident...

The instructor ordered him to stand in a corner of the campus and meditate on his past, but he was out for two whole days because he received a temporary assignment. When the instructor came back, he was really shocked.

In the corner of the campus, he saw that small, stubborn and aggrieved figure. He saw that figure that was almost on the verge of shock because he had not eaten or drank water for two days, but still stood there, faintly raising a wave of anger.

A body as motionless as a mountain.

At that time, the instructor finally saw a bright shining point in the penultimate student who worked the hardest in the school, saw a style that could only belong to him, and a path that could only belong to him!

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In 1993, it was a hot and ordinary summer, and a seemingly ordinary night.

At this time, air conditioning is still an overly aristocratic luxury product in the eyes of ordinary people. In the face of the steamer-like heat, even if the electric fan is whirring, it is still terribly hot. And the TV is turning over and over.

So several stations were playing at the same time a romantic drama that, to put it bluntly, would make people cry, make trouble, and hang themselves. It would make people feel sick after watching it.

Because of this, it is already ten o'clock in the evening, and the streets of the entire city are still full of pedestrians wearing loose and comfortable clothes, coming out to enjoy the night and cool down. Under the street lights on the street corners, people are setting up chess stalls to play against each other from time to time.

The sound of the chess pieces falling heavily onto the wooden chessboard clearly conveyed the murderous aura of the duel between the two armies.

After finishing my homework and wandering around, I happened to walk to the Fengying Building directly below a leisure venue, and suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind above my head!

Before Feng Yinglou had time to raise his head, a man whose hair was dyed to look like a golden retriever, with twelve or thirteen small earrings on one left ear alone, and who was even more naked, started to engage with the ground in a posture of prostrating himself.

An intimate encounter without any tricks.

God knows how high he fell from. After he threw himself on the hard ground, a series of shocks suddenly erupted in his body, like a dozen wooden sticks being stepped on and broken by someone, or like a water bag finally bursting.

There was a loud sound, and blood suddenly sprayed two or three feet high in the air.

Looking at this scene that was definitely not suitable for children, the eight-year-old Feng Yinglou was completely stunned. God knows, he was frightened, or the child's curiosity was too strong. At this critical moment, he listened to the fearful words of the women around him.

The world is not in chaos, to put it bluntly, it is endocrine

Uncontrolled screaming, standing less than five meters in front of the corpse, Fengyinglou, who was almost sprayed with blood, was thinking about... those guys who committed suicide by jumping off the building in the TV series, didn't they all spit out blood and turn their eyes white?

Well, why did he spurt blood from his butt?

As the saying goes, nine out of ten rich people are fat, and the only thing is that fat people have no butts. This fat man has a butt, but there is a knife wound on it. With this knife wound as the core, he sprays three feet high

The blood spread indiscriminately over a nearby area of ​​three to four meters. Its gorgeousness and unexpectedness were enough to make most people scream.

At this time, the square of the "Anhua Nian" leisure venue was in chaos. Whether it was well-dressed men running around with their heads in their hands, or the jeweled ladies who were abandoned by them, it was more like they were about to be gang-raped by dozens of big men, making rat-like noises.

The passers-by, who were so idle that they were so idle that they were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, widened their round eyes after making sure that they were in an absolutely safe position and that no fire at the city gate would affect the pond fish.

With an excited look on his face, he looked at everything that happened suddenly here.

In the midst of the uproar and the uproar, a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a plastic bucket from the water dispenser on his shoulders, strode out, surrounded by several security guards as cautiously as stars in the sky.

The seven-story "Anhua Nian" leisure club is famous throughout the city.

The strong smell of gasoline hit his face, which made Fengyinglou frown. If his nose hadn't failed, the boy was casually carrying it on his shoulders, and it was still shaking and making rustling sounds as he walked.

The half-barrel of light yellow liquid will burn violently when encountering a spark, and may even directly produce explosive gasoline!

In this fatal situation, the boy still held a lighter in his hand and played with it casually. Looking at the movements of his five fingers, who among the people present was not secretly sucking in the cold air?

The boy carefully looked at the corpse on the ground, and he even had the mood to use his toes to slightly tease the other person's chin. It was only when he was sure that this fat man, who was not very old but weighed close to 200 kilograms, that there was absolutely no way to save his life, did he move the body slightly.

His shocked eyes fell on Feng Yinglou. He bent down, stretched out his hand, and pinched Feng Yinglou's face with an absolutely gentle movement. He sighed softly: "You are not a coward, watching a person die."

He doesn't cry or run away in front of himself. Hehe, he looks a bit like me."

At this time, Fengyinglou really wanted to cry without tears. How could he be brave enough not to cry or run away? God has mercy on him. He was really too timid. He was so scared that his whole body became cold and his limbs became stiff. Although

He looked calm and calm befitting his age, but in fact, let alone running away, he didn't even have the strength to cry.

"Bang!"

In front of Fengyinglou, the big boy who looked a bit like Andy Lau, but had a temperament a bit like Aaron Kwok, put a plastic bucket filled with at least twelve or three kilograms of gasoline on the ground, and strode to them.

In front of a public telephone, I casually pressed the three numeric keys "110".

"Hello, the Public Security Bureau?"

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, but because of this, it added a bit of magnetic charm that was incompatible with his age, and his expression was as if he was asking a girlfriend to have afternoon tea with him, with a kind of saying.

The relaxed and freehand feeling that cannot be expressed is, "Report the crime and I will kill someone."

But because this boy's attitude was too relaxed, and no matter how magnetic his voice was, it could not conceal the unique immaturity of a child. The person on the other end of the phone was skeptical of this kind of alarm call, and the boy's eyes widened.

He shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, police aunt, I am really not joking with you. The guy I killed seems to be the deputy mayor's precious son, named Li Yue. Aha, do you have an impression of this name?

That’s great, call the police quickly!”

"By the way, police aunt, there is one thing I want to ask you for." The boy said seriously: "I am only fifteen and a half years old this year, and I am not an adult yet. Please say hello to the police uncles in advance. Don't do it."

As soon as I saw a murder case and the deputy mayor's beloved son, he tied me up and said "Su Qin carries a sword". I am still a budding flower. I am single, weak and underdeveloped, so I will be broken by the ties.

."

Feng Yinglou, who was standing aside, had to admit that he had been dumbfounded by what he heard. In his life, he had never heard of such an alternative way of reporting a crime, let alone seen someone who had committed a murder case with such a

A murderer who is calm and smiling.

Murderer!

These four words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the endless dark night, causing stars to pop out in front of Zhou Yinglou's eyes. His rationality was desperately reminding him... it's dangerous, stay away from this guy immediately!

But I had just witnessed a real fatal fall from a building at close range. I smelled the smell of blood and gasoline in the air that was so thick that it was almost impossible to get rid of it. All my strength seemed to be concentrated on that one bullet that was beating faster and faster in my chest.

His hands and feet were as soft as marshmallows, how could Fengyinglou still be able to run?

He had just reported the crime, which was regarded as surrendering on his own initiative. Maybe he could get a reduced sentence. The boy put down the public phone in his hand, strode to the Fengying Tower, and sat cross-legged on the ground where blood was spattered. He looked up and down.

The Fengying Tower was like a wooden stake. At this time, he finally saw some clues and blurted out: "Hey, kid, are you scared?"

Seeing Feng Yinglou's honest nod, the boy burst into laughter again. He took out a pack of "Liangyou" cigarettes from his pocket and first threw one into his mouth. Finally, he rolled his eyes and flicked it to Feng Yinglou.

There was a stick stuffed in the photo studio's mouth.

"despair!"

As the lighter made a soft sound, the blue flames continued to sway in the night wind, and Fengyinglou's eyes suddenly became bigger than pigeon eggs. Come on, less than one meter away from them, there was half a

The bucket has no lid, a little

Just use the gasoline that explodes as soon as you hit it. The old man just committed murder and arson. He is destined to have no good fruits in his life. He will not be so evil before he dies. He has to drag an irrelevant passerby with him.

Are you done playing?

In this situation, I suddenly heard a command to "suck harder" in my ear. Fengyinglou involuntarily sucked hard, and a strong stimulation that I had never tasted suddenly rushed straight into his mouth, and he penetrated non-stop.

Lung Lobe, facing this absolutely unexpected attack, Fengyinglou's face turned red in an instant.

Seeing Feng Yinglou trying to cough but not being able to, with tears already being choked out and a quarter of the cigarette smoked in one sip, the boy couldn't help but

laughed.

Facing the boy's smiling face, even Fengyinglou, an eight-year-old boy who was already petrified, was stunned for a moment.

Regardless of the identity of the murderer, the blood on the ground, and the dead body behind him, this boy who looked a bit like Andy Cheng had an indescribable sunshine in his smile. And there was already a faint feeling in him.

His somewhat angular face was filled with lazy vitality and cunning. Combined with the cigarette hanging sideways from the corner of his mouth, his whole person exuded a cynical and free spirit.

The boy seemed to be a little curious about Fengying Tower. He raised his eyebrows and said suddenly: "Boy, how old are you?"

No matter how scared he is, the family environment has created the habit of answering all questions asked by Fengyinglou, "Eight years old."

"Eight years old?" The boy stared, shaking the cigarette in his hand, and said, "You haven't smoked a cigarette since you were eight years old. Based on this ratio, wouldn't it mean that you can only have sex with a woman after you are thirty years old?

"

What does it mean to go to bed with a woman? For Fengyinglou, who is only eight years old, definitely late to mature, and has an absolutely strict and rigid family education, it is really too abstract and too hazy. But for some reason, he

His face turned red involuntarily.

"Hehe, I know I'm blushing, but it looks like there's still a chance to make amends." The boy nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly asked: "You haven't smoked cigarettes, but have you drank alcohol?"

Fengyinglou shook his head honestly, "No!"

"You are such a fucking good kid, wait a minute!"

The boy strode to a canteen made of simple materials on the side of the road. He touched his pocket, but in the end he didn't take out a penny. Finally, he simply pointed at the body lying flat on the ground and said to the boss:

"Did you see that I killed that person?"

Ignoring the blue-faced shop owner, the boy reached out and took a few bottles of Tsingtao beer directly from the counter, and took away two paper cups. Before leaving, he turned back very politely and issued a verbal IOU.

, "Sorry, it seems that there is no chance in this life. I will definitely pay you back for these bottles of beer in the next life."

Bringing a glass of still-bubbly beer to Fengyinglou, the boy directly said in a commanding tone: "Drink!"

After only one sip, Feng Yinglou frowned. He looked at the person sitting next to him, raised his neck and drank a bottle of beer cleanly, not to mention that he really showed a bit of masculine pride.

The boy said cautiously: "It's too bitter...it doesn't taste good."

"bitter?!"

The boy's eyes widened. He was about to say something, but he closed his mouth again. He walked to the front of the canteen again, reached out and took another bottle of Wahaha yogurt from the counter, and poured beer and yogurt in front of Fengyinglou.

At the same time, he put in another finger that exuded a strong smell of gasoline. After a while, he stirred a cup like this for an adult.

The child frowned and rolled his eyes when he saw the thing. He brought it to Fengying Tower and said in the tone of Grandma Wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Drink, drink, I can guarantee that it will be delicious this time. In order to change you three

You cannot have sex with a woman until you are ten years old. You must endure this absolutely miserable life fate!"

Don't say...

The beer mixed with yogurt tastes sour, sweet and bitter, which is really good. I rarely have any snacks at home, let alone the yogurt drinker Feng Yinglou, who held the paper cup and drank it all in one gulp. He licked it lightly

He licked his lips and looked longingly at the half-empty yogurt bottle in the hand of the boy in front of him.
Chapter completed!