A patrolling prison guard heard the sound and came over. He climbed up the ladder beside the "wall" and stabbed Mark hard with his baton while shouting.

When Mark heard about Room 1, his face turned pale, and Lian Sheng said, "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, I don't want to go, please, please treat me like a piece of shit...".

Qi Ping leaned against the railing of the pigeon cage, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The prison guard ignored Mark's plea for mercy and electrocuted Mark with a baton, then dragged Mark and climbed down. Mark seemed to be frightened out of cell No. 1 and did not even dare to say anything. He was quite quiet for a while.

Qi Ping closed his eyes and fell asleep, and a translucent light curtain still appeared in front of his eyes, and a paragraph of text appeared in the action column at the bottom.

[Decisive counterattack: You quickly counterattacked "Skinny Horse Monkey" Mark, successfully disrupting his mood and causing him to become insane and shouting, which attracted severe punishment from the prison guards. ]

Subconsciously paying attention to this text, the panel changed.

[Extract the attribute gain of the "Skinny Horse Monkey" mark as a reward, please use your mind to imagine the turntable rotating. 】

A simple wooden turntable appeared in front of him. The white pointer and the five-dimensional attribute force-sensitive body essence charm appeared one after another. Qi Ping turned it around in his mind, and the white pointer gradually stopped on the charm.

There was a flash of purple light, and a piece of text emerged.

[You have drawn a charm attribute gain, and the opponent's charm is 0.6, which is lower than your charm attribute value, and you gain 0 points of charm potential.]

"???"

Qi Ping's mind was filled with questions at this moment. After this operation, the final reward was zero eggs?

At this moment, Qi Ping suddenly felt that his blood pressure was a little high. He recalled a certain card drawing game he had played in his previous life. It seemed to be called What?

After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer red, the corners of his mouth curved downward, and he murmured:

"It's really interesting. Basically, I take a certain action, which is judged as successful, and I get a benefit effect from the person targeted by the action. But the effect needs to be extracted. If the other party's ability is lower than mine, the extraction result will be zero.

?

There is too little information available, and I need more attempts from different dimensions to make a correct judgment."

He looked around, shrinking in the pigeon cage, unable to make any more attempts. He had to figure out why he came in and find a way to get out.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of golden gauze on the large and small buildings in District 51. The old door of the Sikkim Street Police Station seems to have been plated with a layer of bright copper, creating a unique artistic conception.

Two gate police officers were standing outside the gate very relaxedly. The one on the left was a young police officer. Looking at the sky in the distance, there was a tower towering into the clouds, surrounded by colorful clouds, which was quite magnificent. He sighed: "We

It seems that I have never seen clouds or rain before, what kind of experience was that?"

The middle-aged police officer on the right raised his head and looked numbly at the unchanging sky, and said indifferently: "I'm not interested. Anyway, we will never see rain, hail, and clouds in this life. In District 51, there is no such thing.

.Even if it is simulated, it is just a shadow and very useless."

The young police officer sighed again and said with a hint of yearning: "Perhaps only the proud ones at the group headquarters can have the opportunity to see that wonderful nature? It's a pity that I didn't study hard enough when I was young and was not admitted to Duzhou University.

, only students from Duzhou University can work in the group, and maybe they can get..."

The middle-aged police officer coughed slightly and interrupted him. In the distance, a young man wearing a badge was running towards the door. The two quickly cheered up and stood up straight. The middle-aged police officer recognized the person and stood up.

He relaxed a little and greeted politely: "Teacher Daming, why are you here?"

The young police officer lowered the brim of his hat and glanced at the man's badge with his peripheral vision. "Lu Daming of Duzhou University", the four words "Duzhou University" were on top, very small and clear, and the three words "Lu Daming" were very big, almost

It accounts for 70% of the nameplate, and the entire nameplate looks exactly like the emblem of Duzhou University, which is simple and elegant.

Lu Daming seemed to be in a hurry. He was wearing gold-rimmed half-rimmed glasses, a tailored corporate suit, slim trousers, and some dirt on his leather shoes.

He was holding a genuine leather briefcase in his right hand, which didn't look cheap at first glance. He reached into the briefcase with his left hand and inadvertently revealed a mechanical watch. He took out a document with a bright red seal and said warmly to the two police officers: "I

It’s Lu Daming, counselor at Duzhou University’s School of Law. This is a document issued by the school. I want to see my student.”

The young police officer was stunned. Before he could react, the middle-aged police officer smiled and said, "Is he the young man who came in yesterday? He said he was a student at Duzhou University. I thought it was a joke. I will take you in.

Teacher Daming, coming here feels like coming home, you are the pride of our Sikkim streets..."

The young police officer watched the two people go in. He didn't even have time to look at the documents, but who cares, Duzhou University's badges were clearly there.

He also fell into memories. It seemed that a dignified-looking middle-aged man came to the police station yesterday. About twenty minutes later, Inspector Song took someone out. In less than half an hour, he took the chubby, fair-skinned man to the police station.

The boy and the weak-looking girl were brought together.

Finally, the fat boy entered the iron cage of the detention center, the weak girl left, and the dignified middle-aged man left unsatisfied. He seemed to be talking to the weak girl not far away.

Although it was already eight o'clock in the evening, under the dim light, the young police officer still remembered that the fragile girl looked very beautiful, as pure as first love, but the moment he looked back, whether it was an illusion or not, she seemed to be very sharp.

Lu Daming and the middle-aged police officer walked into the Sikkim Street Police Station together. The police station was a little cool. Lu Daming felt slightly cold. He wrapped his group uniform tightly and said casually: "Uncle Ping, you don't have to be so polite. I was still a kid when I was a kid.

I’ve been to your house to play with Aaron several times.”

When Uncle Ping heard this, he smiled happily: "This is not polite, but a sign of respect for intellectuals. I told you back then that you had been wearing glasses since you were a child, and you looked like a cultural person."

Lu Daming was stunned. It didn't seem to be like this in his memory. Uncle Ping had said several times that wearing glasses was like a domestic pig inserting onions. He couldn't pretend to be an elephant. However, if he didn't hit the smiling person, he didn't need to care about his current status.

That nonsense in the past.

He smiled slightly, said a few polite words to Uncle Heping, and then asked, "Is Inspector Song at the police station?"
Chapter completed!