Liang Yuanque rushed in front of the young man very quickly. The speed was unusually fast. The young man felt that he just blinked his eyelids subconsciously, and this weird "long-haired bandit" was in front of him.
Liang Yuanque stretched out a hand and covered the young man's mouth tightly. His fingers were very cold. The young man shivered even more out of fear. He kept making "whining" sounds from his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. .
Liang Yuanque didn't give him a chance, and quickly pulled him into the room. His palm was still tightly clasped on his mouth, and he asked in a cold and low voice, "It was you yesterday?"
Threatening people is actually a kind of knowledge. If you don't do it well, it is easy to make yourself look very funny. At this time, not to mention creating a sense of oppression, you may even make the other party laugh.
Due to his innocent and harmless appearance, Liang Yuanque was naturally somewhat deficient in bringing oppression to others. However, as a detective, there would always be situations like this one, so his master gave him a special treatment for a period of time. Training, specifically practicing how to threaten others.
If there is something wrong with his appearance, then he must adjust his expression and tone to naturally form a temperament around him.
At that time, the master and the apprentice lived in a small village with simple folk customs. Liang Yuanque worked hard for three months to practice his aura. In the end, he was able to stop his child from crying at night, but the village chief ordered them to pack up and leave.
The little glasses in front of him were as timid as sesame seeds. Liang Yuanque would lose control if he only revealed a little bit of this threatening feeling.
But before he could answer, Liang Yuanque discovered the problem. Although this man's chin looked very similar to the murderer yesterday, it looked different if he looked closely.
The bastard who was holding the brick yesterday had his face covered with a rag and a top hat that didn't match his figure. Even his eyes were covered. The amplitude was large, and he brought up a gust of wind with his body, blowing up the rags on his face. Although he did not see his whole face, Liang Yuanque saw his chin at that moment.
As a detective, his powers of observation and memory were extraordinary. He was confident that he would be able to recognize that chin whenever he saw it again, but he couldn't believe that there would be people who looked similar in the world.
Liang Yuanque let go of the young man, his nose bursting with snot and tears at the same time, "Okay, good man, I know your rules. I will never say that I have met you after I go out. If you really don't believe it, just Give me amnesia!"
Liang Yuanque looked at his snot bubbles with disgust and took a step back, "Stop talking nonsense here, who are you?"
The young man was stunned. He was about to say something, but suddenly his mind came to his senses and he said very firmly, "I will never tell you my identity. I can't harm my family!"
Damn it, why did a fool appear in this big middle school!
While the two were in a stalemate, Zhuang Youjie came back with a washing tub. It turned out that he had not gone to class just now, but had taken Liang Yuanque and his own clothes to wash. He only noticed it when he went to bed last night. He hugged Liang Yuanque, who was covered in blood. His pajamas were stained with a large amount of blood.
Zhuang Youjie was very uncomfortable with this. After having to endure it all night, he rushed into the school laundry room with dirty clothes at dawn.
This is why Liang Yuanque had to go topless after getting up.
"Teacher Zhao, what are you doing?" Zhuang Youjie carried a basin and walked to the young man's face, which was covered in tears and runny nose.
As soon as the young man called "Teacher Zhao" saw Zhuang Youjie, he rushed over as if he had seen a savior, "Teacher Zhuang, it's great that you are okay!"
Zhuang Youjie was confused now and had no choice but to look at Liang Yuanque again.
Liang Yuanque expressed the scene just now in a simple sentence, "This, uh, Teacher Zhao just thought of me as a bandit."
"Hey, that's it," Zhuang Youjie touched Teacher Zhao's shoulder soothingly, "Don't think too much, he is me..."
"I am Teacher Zhuang's cousin." Before he could say anything, Liang Yuanque forcibly interrupted him.
Zhuang Youjie looked at him, his eyes flashing with surprise and confusion. He originally wanted to say that Liang Yuanque was his friend, but he didn't understand why the latter would tell such a lie to Teacher Zhao.
But because of his previous experience, he trusted Liang Yuanque and felt that the other party must have his own purpose for doing this, so he did not expose it.
Teacher Zhao looked at the two of them in confusion, "Cousin?"
"Yes," Liang Yuanque nodded very naturally, "I am the son of his uncle's brother-in-law's cousin's brother-in-law. We are very close, right?"
Teacher Zhao opened his mouth in astonishment, "If we have such a relationship, do we still treat them as cousins?"
Liang Yuanque narrowed his eyes and began to release a threatening aura again, "I said yes."
Teacher Zhao trembled, "Hello, cousin, hello, cousin."
Hearing Zhuang Youjie call him "teacher", he knew that this person was not a student in the middle school, but a teacher. Liang Yuanque thought it was really interesting that there was such a teacher.
Zhuang Youjie put down the washbasin and asked them to sit down, but there was only one chair in his dormitory, so he had to awkwardly pull Liang Yuanque to sit by the bed and ask Teacher Zhao to sit on the chair.
After sitting down, Liang Yuanque quietly came to his side and said, "What's wrong with this Teacher Zhao? He looks like a fool."
Zhuang Youjie also turned sideways and whispered back to him, "Teacher Zhao was kidnapped by bandits when he was a child, so he is very timid, but he is still quite a good person."
Teacher Zhao saw them muttering, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Because he was still afraid of Liang Yuanque, he didn't dare to lean forward to listen, so he cleared his throat.
"I said, Teacher Zhuang."
"Hey," Zhuang Youjie calmed down, "What's the matter, tell me."
"It's nothing," Teacher Zhao waved his hand, "It's just that my eldest nephew broke his leg yesterday evening and came to borrow some medicinal wine from me this morning, but I couldn't find it there, so I wanted to borrow some from you. .”
Although Teacher Zhao is young, he is very accomplished in academics, but maybe because his brain is used to think about knowledge, he is so confused in daily life that he can't even find his own pants.
Zhuang Youjie lives next door to him, so he comes here every now and then to borrow things. Zhuang Youjie is used to it.
Since the medicine box hadn't been put away yet, Zhuang Youjie quickly found some medicinal wine for him and said casually, "Children these days are so frizzy that they always get all over themselves."
Teacher Zhao looked at Liang Yuanque cautiously, "Is your cousin the same?"
Liang Yuanque answered before Zhuang Youjie, "Ah, yes, I fell into a ditch while walking at night last night."
After sending Teacher Zhao away, Liang Yuanque continued to eat steamed buns. After such an episode, the last steamed bun was already cold, but fortunately the taste was not greatly affected. He had been hungry all night, and he ate it with gusto.
Zhuang Youjie sat next to him and looked at him curiously, "Hey, did you go out and buy breakfast? Where did you get these two bowls?"
