Attack Stream of Life

    "Be quiet, let's do bad things, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. It's rude to quarrel with people." Qing Chuan smiled and looked at the grim face of the middle-aged man.

    The waiter next door seems to be out to change the rag. Qing Chuan glanced at the middle-aged man, lifted the chair and the person on the chair, took the bag, walked out of the door very calmly, walked to a room that had been cleaned, and moved the unconscious handsome man.

      The sound of cleaning sounded from the next door, and it had changed from left to right, but Qing Chuan looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

    The system silently blessed the background music in the brain, the mysterious and terrifying sound of the water piano.

    The middle-aged man did not know what was going on, he was still struggling. If you know, maybe you will be a lot better.

    Soon, the waiter went to change the rag again.

    Qing Chuan put one of the other's fingers into the round hole of the cigar cutter.

    "Where did you buy this cigar cutter, it looks sharp. Okay, let's move on."

    "You know you are committing a crime, so do you realize it was wrong? Do you regret it?"

    The middle-aged man pursed his lips and nodded stiffly, with a pleading expression on his face.

    Qing Chuan's smiling face suddenly turned cold, "You're lying to me, I don't like this answer that goes against my heart. ... Don't use this finger." He pressed his finger, and the middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly. , He shook the chair desperately, but he couldn't move it at all, there was only the sound of his nose gasping for breath in the air.

    System:…

    It watched Qingchuan cut a deep hole in the other's finger, sprinkled the salt packet that he carried with him for some unknown reason... and tricked the other party into cutting his finger.

    "Now, have you realized your mistake and regretted it? Think carefully before answering, you still have nine fingers."

    The middle-aged man shook his head.

    "If you were given a chance, would you still do these things?"

    Feeling that his thumb was caught in something, the middle-aged man trembled, shook his head frantically, and burst into tears.

    "Does it count?" Qing Chuan asked the system in his mind.

    "Count." The system's voice was a little weak.

    "Why didn't the evil thoughts or the evil spirits come out?...Eh?" Just thinking about this, I saw a black shadow floating from the middle-aged man's body. He rushed out of the door, was caught by the system, and shattered directly.

    So easy? Qing Chuan took back the cigar cutter with some regret, and turned on the recording device.

    "Now, tell me everything you've done. Remember, I don't like to be deceived, and I don't like to be concealed."

    "Host, do you just let him go like this? In his situation, there is no evidence. If there is no victim to testify, the law will have nothing to do with him. There are also those lawyers who help the tyranny. Bai, he is the best at finding loopholes in the law, and he is even more confident." The system felt a little indignant at the thought of the persecuted men and women on the phone.

    "It's useless to keep those photos and videos. Although it looks drowsy, but there is no resistance action, there is no way to judge whether it is involuntary. He is very cautious and did not leave obvious evidence, you see , Have there been videos or photos of minors or violent protests? These, he can excuse himself as being drunk, etc. The law has always been blurred on such boundaries.”

    Qingchuan indifferently looked at the middle-aged man whose collar was wet with cold sweat, "Those videos were leaked out and were too unfriendly to the victims. Maybe a peaceful life is more important to them than a just trial. a little."

    "According to the host, aren't we helpless to him?"

    "Wait a minute." Qing Chuan said.

    They waited for a long time, more than half an hour or more, waiting for all the rooms on this floor to be cleaned, and the waiter's footsteps were not remembered.

    Qingchuan stretched out a hand and said to the system, "Please give me a hornet's nest, a live, giant hornet. And a box of highly poisonous caterpillars. Is there any that can attract hornets? perfume?"

    System:…

    "Retaliation, of course, is reported on the spot. Who has the patience to wait for lawyers to argue? The law needs evidence, we only need facts."

    Qingchuan put the hornet's nest at the door, exited by himself, and half-closed the door, revealing a gap in the door that was enough for his hand to get in, and he grabbed the hornet's nest with his bare hands, but it was very light and light, but it was In this way, some wasps also became restless.

    Qing Chuan glanced at the room, the fragrant man was sitting on the chair swinging back and forth, the colorful caterpillars crawling on his head, and he was very disturbed by the fragrance.

    “surprise~~”

    Click!

    He just smashed the hornet's nest on the ground and closed the door gently.

    What a crisp sound, like the moment of biting the caramel on top of the creme brulee.

    System:…

    Are you the devil?

    The hornet's nest the size of durian is not the largest, but there are still many hornets coming out, and the sound inside can be heard through the door.

    "Are you... malicious?"

    "Nonsense, little hornets are born to sting people, and little bugs are stimulated by perfume to sting people. How can the instinct of small animals be called malicious? Besides, it's not mine, what does it have to do with me? I call them, will they agree?"

    System:…

    The system thinks of the evil deeds done by the men inside, as well as the precedents that cannot be resolved, and has to admit it. It's a bit illegal, but it's really refreshing.

    When the time was right, Qingchuan dialed 120 on the man's mobile phone, "Hello, there is a patient here who was stung by a wasp and is in critical condition. The address is..."

    Call the police again, "Hello? Yao Yaoling? Hello, I want to report anonymously here, there is a recording..."

    On the way back, the system is still calming down.

    "I didn't expect you to call for help."

    "Are you serious? Murder is against the law. If a wasp is stung and not treated in time, it seems to be quite dangerous. As a kind passerby, I called him out of public morality. I also urgently bandaged that finger and sterilized it with salt. How can there be such a kind person like me? I sacrificed too much for world peace." Qingchuan spread his hands, expressing that he was a principled person .

    "How did you think of it? With poisonous insects?"

    Qingchuan thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "This kind of 'successful person' has money and people, and there are 10,000 ways to escape trial. If I do something, first of all, the criminal Secondly, as long as it is done, there will always be a lot of evidence left. It is much more convenient to use wasp caterpillars. It is not easy to check, and it will not bleed. It won't be too easy to scare people. It's not easy for the medical staff, it's very hard work, don't irritate their eyes anymore."

    Oh...I believe in your evil.

    The system remembered the cruel look of the host when she was sick, and slowly exhaled, and silently recorded: The second taboo for the host is underage.

    It clearly knew that the host was only doing routine tasks to complete the task at first, and the real emotional surge was after learning that the man maliciously harmed minors. Probably because of this, I thought of releasing wasps. Because this kind of thing is the same as domestic violence. There are only zero and countless times. If you don't get it into jail, there will be another victim sooner or later.

    But using poisonous insects is really... um... purely to torture each other, right?

      So like to torture people. The last time he was so perverted and tormented was when the bear was making trouble.

    That time he held back, because the other party was half-aged children, this time it is estimated that he really exploded.

    Of course, the host is still a principled person, and his lungs have exploded, and he has not forgotten to give people a way to live. Although this life is a bit like death, it is better than playing. . From this point of view, the host said that he was a young man with three views of integrity, and he could not say that it was completely wrong.

    So, even if there are similarities in behavior, in essence, he is still significantly different from anti-social.

    The system comforted itself for a while, and once again convinced itself that the host was a good host.

    "Host, you can feel the mood changes of others, can't anyone deceive you?"

    Qingchuan took a step and frowned, "Most of them can, but you know, there are always some neuroses in this world, and the brain circuits are magical, even if you can feel their emotions, it's useless, because They don't have normal thinking at all."

    The system suddenly became silent.

    Although it tried very hard to convince itself, it really doesn't think that the host is a 'normal person', is it really okay to say that others are neurotic?

    "It's like those parents bound their daughter's feet in ancient times, breaking the bones, thinking that I am for your own good, and sincerely feel that I am for the children's good. I met before. Once a religious fanatic, went fishing with sex, killed a lot of people, he really felt that he was doing good deeds, he was purifying... tsk, God is annoying, his brain is abnormal."

    "How did you meet?" The system found Huadian.

    “…When I graduated from high school, I was working part-time to experience life. It was interesting to serve plates or something at the bar.” Qingchuan recalled the past years, “Because the guests kept disappearing, the police came to the door, even if I quietly provided clues to catch people, the popularity dissipated, and the bar was later closed."

    "From that time on, I've been very tired of such people, only destroying, destroying."

    Qingchuan has done it, and never followed it again. That is to say, I heard my sister talk about the news in the entertainment industry by chance: she had an accident with a big money owner of a guy called the agent who wrote the 'pimp' in her head company, and unfortunately she was bitten by a poisonous bee. , and there are a bunch of confession tapes on the phone. His face was crippled, he was divorced, his kidneys failed, and he was dismissed from his job.

     Qingchuan's sister said it casually, and Qingchuan listened to it casually, but neither of them took it to heart. There are endless new things in the entertainment industry. Today's domestic violence comes out tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow gathers people to **** ice. The miserable situation of middle-aged men can't even make headlines on the Internet, and soon disappears from sight.

    The conscientious and conscientious police comrades tracked the development of the case, but at that time there was no surveillance, no fingerprints, and the appearance was unclear. The only clue that I can know is that the other party is an adult male, very strong, easy to mention a man, strong psychological quality, and continues to commit crimes without changing his face when cleaning the next door. Suspected of revenge - the police have sent the man with nothing to jail after the middle-aged man offered to confess his criminal history in order to catch him.

    At this time, the newcomer in the entertainment industry who was stunned by a middle-aged man with drugs was also under investigation, but this brother had no idea at all, how he was comatose and how he appeared in a black The hotels are all in a daze, and there are no other fingerprints on them. The hotel receptionist who was on the night shift at that time also forgot what the person who was helping the other party looked like, because he was too sleepy and didn't take a closer look, and there was no surveillance here.

    Looking at another headless koan.

    The new policeman tapped the paper with a pen and did not want to write a summary of the report, so he turned around and whispered to his colleague, "If you want me to say, it's a **** of a lot of walking at night, he deserves it. The man has been sued before, but he has nothing to do with himself. The lawyer fished it out after a few words. The girl was miserable. Public opinion forced people to do nothing, and the family moved out. What did they do wrong? Why don't you blame the perpetrator but blame the victim? These are all perverted and deformed thoughts, and many of them are top students, learning to learn from the belly of a dog, really, I get angry when I think about it."

    Another young man buried his head in writing, without raising his head, "I can't help it, we represent the law. No matter what the other party's reason, breaking the law is an obvious thing. If you get the law, you must be arrested and brought to justice. An adult man, with great strength, careful thinking, strong psychological quality, and a certain ability to counter reconnaissance..." The young man said a lot of righteous words, the pen in his hand paused, and he felt in his heart. Silently meditating on his system.

    "Like he did?"

    The system looked at the live broadcast room with a small number of people, gritted its teeth and replied angrily, "How do I know?"

    "He doesn't like others bullying children the most, and he was a little unhappy once saying that such adults who bully children should let wasps sting to death." The young man said to himself, "It may be intuition. ."

      You don’t even have a career, so you’d be embarrassed to find someone?”

    "Hmm..." The young man pondered for a moment, "The next time I go to a high-end entertainment venue to crack down on pornography, I will sign up to go undercover. Stimulate the traffic."

    The bottom line of the system pushed back again and again, so I was a little excited after hearing it, "It's a word."

    "Hello? Little Junior Brother? I and you Fifth Senior Brother... Little Junior Brother, are you free now?"

    Listening to a certain senior brother over there, Qing Chuan glanced at the pile of drawings on the table, "Yes, senior brother can leave at any time if needed."

    In fact, I just received two orders, and it took one minute to split into two minutes. As soon as the heroic girl's shirt appeared on the battlefield, it really attracted a lot of attention. Her agent also bought the notice of 'alternative style' in a timely manner. own name.

    That designer at a great price.

    So this time, two little stars asked him for a custom shirt at the awards ceremony of a certain film festival.

    But business is business, and friendship is friendship. Although Qingchuan is impatient with interpersonal interactions, it doesn't mean that he can't do well. For a certain purpose, he can be very considerate and considerate.

    Although this senior is not well-known, he has also switched to logistics and is responsible for costumes and props, but when it comes to his days in the entertainment industry, this is the longest, and he knows a lot of behind-the-scenes information. After the last incident, Qingchuan is now very attentive to the task. This kind of wanton devil, catches one by one.

    The entertainment circle, which is half-white and half-grey, has the most sources of information and is very suitable for digging. It may be time to find another stray bug.

    He couldn't wait.

    Qingchuan has been staring at the second object recently. It's a pity that this person's anti-reconnaissance ability is really excellent, even if he uses network means, he can't find anything. He really admires the people in Chaoyang District, and they are all sharp-eyed, how can they report each and every one?

     "Little Junior Brother, did you say you can do calligraphy last time?"

    "It's alright, so-so." Qingchuan said modestly, although he is a second-class scholar, his calligraphy is quite impressive in modern times.

    "Little Junior Brother, haven't I been following an urban fashion drama recently? Originally, the heroine had a substitute, that is, a drawing design draft and the like, one of which must be good at calligraphy, who knows Unfortunately, I can't come in these two days. However, the preparations have been done, and you know that renting those machines is expensive for one day, so I won't do it..." The senior brother and Qingchuan talked about the cause and effect of the incident.

     "Don't worry, I'll pay you twice as much back."

    "Oops, you're too polite, where are you? I'm going over now?"

    "Okay." Qingchuan was so refreshing, this senior brother also felt that he had a face, and hurriedly reported an address.

    Not far away, Qingchuan packed up his things, put all his commonly used tools such as colored pencils, markers, and line pens into the toolbox, picked it up and left. Designers like him who have already taken orders independently do not have to work from 9 to 5, because the designer's inspiration is very strange, and he can't think of when to come and when to scratch his scalp. He can come and go anytime, as long as In the end, the order can be delivered, and the big boss doesn't care about anything else.

    Qingchuan took the toolbox and took a taxi all the way there. The crew had a lot of money and rented an idle office building on the first floor for filming. He took the elevator all the way up, with security guards guarding the door, but his senior brother had already explained it, so he went in directly.

    "Senior brother." Qing Chuan found his brother at a glance.

    "Hey, you're here?" This is Senior Brother No. 5. He had a car accident and his face was ruined. He had to say goodbye to the stage. Now specializing in behind-the-scenes. He took Qingchuan to find the director, "Director, someone is here, the designer of Jinhong Costume Design Studio, professional, counterpart."

    The director of this urban idol drama is a young man, he is only in his thirties, but his eyes are black and unshaven, and his sloppy appearance makes him look plain and old by several years. He was holding a loudspeaker rolled up in white paper in his hand, and when he saw Qingchuan, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Young man looks good." But in the next second he remembered that this was the handstander, "Just paint and see, almost we right up."

    The desk has everything, but his toolbox is leucorrhea. Qingchuan walked over, picked up a hook pen and quickly drew a design draft of an evening dress with Hanfu elements, quickly colored it with a marker, and wrote two words of Li Qingzhao on the side with a small brush.

    "Good, good." The director was particularly satisfied, "Costume, costume, do you have spare clothes, change a set first."

    There were two young girls, laughing and laughing, dragging him to a corner surrounded by curtains, stuffing him with a long lady's dress, squinting big eyes evilly, "The little brother looks like a So pretty, and pretty in women's clothes."

    Qingchuan:…

    He really thought about it seriously, whether he was suitable for women's clothing.