The first chapter of Youth Campus Rebellion] Chapter 243 Three-sided Doors—

Chapter 243 Three-sided Door

When my head hit the wall, there was a muffled bang, and the wall seemed to be shaking slightly in the impact and began to tremble.

The policeman who interrogated the hat was straightened, his expression was helpless, and he stood up in anger.

Without any nervousness, he slowly walked to the alarm clock and squatted down, explored the alarm clock's breath, and looked at the injured position on his head.

Then, he went straight out of the interrogation room and called the phone.

"Come on a car... Yes, there are also injuries... Alas, there are more and more cunning criminals these days, and we can't do anything about the system. Everyone knows that it's a waste of money. Who makes people shout about human rights everywhere these days? We don't dare to fight, and bastards who will get into trouble will run to the hospital. Eat and sleep well, and we are bodyguards. It's much more comfortable than being in a detention center... No more chatting, you have free time at night and sleep more often. If you have a fever, you have to take care of your child and have to work night shifts for a day. Don't get tired of your body."

The interrogation policeman greeted a colleague on duty for help and lifted the alarm clock out of the interrogation room.

The policeman who helped was sweating profusely.

"This little bastard looks skinny, why is it so heavy!"

"It's heavy."

The policeman who helped saw that the blood on the alarm clock was not flowing, and breathed a sigh of relief. If someone died, the institute would be responsible.

"This kid is cruel enough!"

The policeman who interrogated the alarm clock had obviously more qualifications. He smoked cigarettes and smiled disapprovingly.

"Cunning. I know that he was deliberately trying to hit his head against the wall. Look, see where his head was injured? On the side of the head, the road was so stumbling like he didn't want to beat someone up and hit this part. Why? It's the least likely thing to happen. This little bastard just couldn't stand it and deliberately hit his head and asked to go to the hospital for time. Do you think he really wants to die?"

The young policeman was stunned for a moment and then realized.

"How do you deal with this kind of person?"

The policeman interrogating the alarm clock leisurely spitted a cigarette.

"Take it."

"Ah?" the young policeman was filled with indignation. "Why do you think it's convenient for these scums and trouble us?"

"There's no way--" the policeman sighed and smoked. "In the past, some bastards who torture confessions only focus on work performance have created too many unjust cases, and beating people at will is even more scumbags than scumbags. As a result, the international and social acts have attacked that our police do not respect human rights, so they can change it. Once they change, they will change it to the present. There are fewer cases of torture confessions, and there are more bastards who are free from justice. Such rich and powerful bastards are useless to go through normal legal procedures. Some people are willing to take the charge for him. He bribed, threatened, and intimidated the unfavorable evidence and testimony. There are few that cannot be solved. The most valuable lawyer is hired. How can we pry his mouth open?"

The young policeman widened his eyes and pointed at the alarm clock in disbelief.

"No way? Can he still have a way out for such a big case?"

"After all, it's not the first to catch him. Of course, it's impossible for him to leave everything alone, but it's difficult to convict him of death!"

"That's OK, it's enough for him to go to prison!"

The young policeman glared at the alarm clock angrily and said with relief.

The policeman interrogating the alarm clock said nothing because the sound of an ambulance sounded outside.

He didn't want to tell the young policeman that the bastard who was free from justice not only said that he could not be punished by the alarm clock, but was saying that the real master behind the scenes would sleep better than anyone else, and the real drug dealer had better food and clothing...

Zhao Zhengming did sleep very well.

He also hugged a young and beautiful woman in his arms.

He never lacks women.

In his sleep, he woke up with his eyes open.

Then I saw the quilt squirming, something got into it, and arched from his feet to the edge of the quilt next to his neck, showing his head and eyes, stopped.

"How old are you?"

Zhao Qing grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands and looked at Zhao Zhengming in fear, not daring to make a sound.

She was afraid of being scolded by Zhao Zhengming, but she was even more afraid of the horror of sleeping alone and having nightmares.

"I, I've had a nightmare Dad..."

"Is it that scary? Ah? Is it that scary?"

Zhao Zhengming sat upright, took out a short sword from under the pillow, and handed it to Zhao Qing.

"Hold, hold—"

Zhao Qing took it timidly.

Zhao Zhengming pointed to the woman beside him.

"Kill her."

“…Dad…No, don’t do this—”

Zhao Zhengming suddenly got angry and grabbed Zhao Qing's hands holding the hilt of the sword, forcing her to stab the woman's body one after another in the posture of holding the sword.

Just one go, without any mercy.

It's cruel and cold-blooded...

"Are you afraid of having nightmares?" Zhao Zhengming asked. Seeing that the woman on the bed was dead, he hugged Zhao Qing's head, forcibly spread her closed eyes, and killed her head tragically, facing the knife. "Isn't it just that you saw the scene of your dead ghost mother being stabbed to death? It's so scary, huh? Ah--"

He pushed Zhao Qing down on the bed, locked the window, and when he closed the door, he kicked Zhao Qing who was crying and begging to chase him out of the room.

"Closing you in there for a day or two, and you're still afraid of having nightmares--"

The door was clattering and Zhao Zhengming asked someone to bring a chain, tie it around the door lock, straightened the chain, and locked the other end of the railing.

"Without my order - whoever dares to open the door will die!"

Zhao Zhengming coldly rushed to the butler's order and went to another room to sleep.

Zhao Qing in his room shouted loudly, "Dad, I know I'm wrong. Dad, forgive me, I will never dare again. Dad, please let me out, I'm afraid, I'm almost breathless, Dad-"

In the spacious four-story villa, Zhao Qing's shouting continued to sound, just like the screams of resentful ghosts in the dark...

Whispering sounds.

It's especially terrifying at night.

The mountain wind whirrs.

In the base.

Chen Li opened his eyes and stared at the surveillance screen.

Xu Hong was beside him, lying on his lap, sleeping soundly.

Originally, Chen Li thought that Xu Qing would come in the early morning.

But it was already dawn.

Still no one has been seen approaching the base.

Xu Lei and Wen Zhu woke up and both felt hungry.

"Boss, let's go out and buy some food."

Xu Lei quickly added.

"By the way, you can also check the situation and install the auxiliary surveillance camera on the road at the foot of the mountain."

"Go."

Chen Li leaned on the seat, not sleepy.

He waited quietly without rushing.

When Xu Lei and Wen Zhu came back, they carried large and small bags, all of which were packed food.

When Xu Hong woke up, she saw fresh hot food and looked happy and expectant.

Yet, it was really boring to stay in the base for so long and wait for prey.

Wen Zhu held a bowl and put it in front of Chen Li.

"Head, this is your favorite spicy beef noodles."

When Chen Li lifted the lid, his expression was stunned.

His reaction made Xu Hong and the others look at him in confusion, and then the three of them fell into the lunch box bowl together.

"This, this... this is wrong. Xu Lei and I obviously packed it in the store we often go to! Xu Lei also personally uncovered the lid and added chili to you!"

Wen Zhu said, busy looking for other bowls.

But, no.

Because only Chen Li ate the spicy beef noodles.

"What's going on? Why is this happening? Did someone else take it wrong?"

Wen Zhu couldn't find another job, and was nervous and frightened.

Seeing this, Xu Lei hugged her, which made her feel a little calmer.

Chen Li calmly took out the black mobile phone placed inside the rice bowl and put it aside.

"If you don't have any fans, just eat something else. Why are you doing while standing there?"

His calmness and calmness infected Wen Zhu. She calmed down, sat down, opened the other food she bought, and ate with Chen Li and Xu Hong.
To be continued...