Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Xu Ye began to search the entire room.

He first groped for the corpse on the ground.

My mother saw his rough technique. When he turned the headless body over, he threw it to the ground with a thud, which was no different from turning over a fish.

Tears dropped from the corners of his eyes again.

She wiped carefully day and night, and finally managed to keep a corpse fresh and clean. Within a few minutes, Xu Ye ruined it all.

Seeing that there was nothing on the body, Xu Ye walked over with a gentle smile on his face. At first glance, an uninformed person would think that there was a shy big boy standing in front of him, and he was embarrassed.

Mom shivered all over.

How can there be such perverted people in the world!

Use the simplest appearance to do the craziest things.

I'm afraid it's not just because of his appearance, but the weird thing is that the other person feels that this is an insignificant event, so he smiles shyly.

When a person equates things like whipping corpses with eating and drinking...

Before her mother could think any more, Xu Ye had already come behind her and stood still.

On the wall beside the bed, when the old wedding photo that symbolized the sweetness of the two was taken away, as expected, several things fell out from behind.

a newspaper,

A page of land deeds,

and a handwritten inheritance letter.

The newspaper was in black and white, and the format was very old. After opening it, the news about "Jin Baihui" occupied the entire cover, which was enough to see the influence of this incident at the time.

Report:

A man, Qi, was playing in the song and dance hall. After being drunk, he had a fierce conflict with two other guests. During the fight, Qi picked up a wine bottle and threw it at one of them, Wang.

Wang escaped in time and the wine bottle hit the wall.

When I saw this, everything seemed normal. But what happened next made Xu Ye dumbfounded.

The bottle shattered, and sharp glass fragments rebounded onto Qi's forehead, killing him on the spot.

Barrage: "Well, this way of death is so novel."

"Open the door for outrageous motherfuckers, outrageous as hell."

"Qi Shuai is so frustrated."

Below the newspaper was a lot of criticism from many media outlets. In summary, a gangster like Qi Shuai who liked to get drunk and cause trouble all day long deserved to die.

What is this called? God has opened his eyes, and those who do unrighteousness will surely die.

Therefore, Qi Shuai's behavior was described as a complete suicide. He wanted to kill someone, but was killed by a bottle of wine.

The funny way of death adds a lot of fun to the entire society.

At the end of the newspaper is a thank you note. All the people involved in the investigation of this case stood together and took a photo.

In the middle is a man who looks about 50% similar to Xu Ye and is half a century old.

He was dressed gorgeously, with a big gold chain and a small Rolex on his body. He had a strong Jianghu aura, the kind of person who couldn't help but call him "big brother" when he saw him.

Standing next to him were a bartender, a reporter, and a middle-aged man wearing a police uniform.

The middle-aged man has a Chinese character face, two thick and dark eyebrows, and a serious expression. He looks very difficult to deal with.

But no one blamed him, which was in line with people's general impression of this position.

"Thanks to the efforts of the police family this time, without them, the case would not have been solved quickly."

After Xu Ye read it, he put all the newspapers, land deeds, etc. into his arms. Under her mother's desperate gaze, she strode out of the room.

The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

When I came back, there were just a few scattered drops of cat urine.

Until now, there was no time to dredge the ground, and a thick layer of water had accumulated.

Raindrops as big as soybeans fell on it, causing splashes of water, as if someone was dancing a tango crazily on the surface.

Xu Ye ran wildly in the heavy rain, soaked all over, and came to the invisible alley again.

A sloppy middle-aged man sat on the edge of the stone, holding the half-remaining red-haired body in his hand, and the glass shards in the other hand, sharp and translucent.

Piece after piece of parts, first one-third of the forearm, one-half of the pectoralis major, the right chest... were washed away by the rain and flowed to unknown corners of the city.

Seeing Xu Ye standing in front of him, the middle-aged man's hands trembled imperceptibly:

"You're here again."

He sighed and said in a cliché:

"I told you, this is a dangerous place."

"Why don't you listen to the police uncle at all?"

"Good boy, I have something else to do today, so I won't send you off. You can go home by yourself."

He kept committing murders and the words he said were not convincing at all. It is estimated that most people will be frightened when they see this scene.

Xu Ye lowered his head: "Did you kill him?"

"How is that possible? I'm just a person to deal with the aftermath." A wry smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Oh, then who did you do good to, Qi Shuai, the murderer who killed Qi Shuai? Or Xu Yunfeng."

"I am good..."

Realizing what the other party had asked, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head. This time, his eyes changed when he looked at Xu Ye.

In the past, when he faced Xu Ye, he seemed to be concerned, but in fact it was mixed with some contempt.

"I'll take you back. It's very dangerous here."

Only the weak need to avoid danger, while the strong are brave enough to move forward.

The middle-aged man looked at Xu Ye, his eyes full of vigilance for dangerous species.

"What else do you know? Who the hell are you?"

Xu Ye took out the newspaper. In the heavy rain, the fonts on it quickly got wet and moistened. But it does not affect the reading of those who are familiar with him.

He raised his lips slightly:

"Or maybe you killed yourself to protect yourself."

"So you are a murderer."

Middle-aged man: "I didn't, you're talking nonsense."

Xu Ye kept chattering, and he clicked his tongue twice: "Look in the photo, the people onlookers look at you, how trusting they are."

"You have a Chinese character face and you look extremely righteous."

"But you killed someone and betrayed their trust."

"I didn't kill him." The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore and covered his chest.

He was as good as a policeman, and he could see through Xu Ye's thoughts at a glance.

This young man just wanted to know the truth of that year, and he was deliberately yin and yang.

"Shut up. I didn't tell you. You don't need to use these words to stimulate me."