【That's all.】
Jiang Xi shook his head. Why bother with a dead thing? [How many days do I have left?]
Xiao Qian was silent. "As of midnight tonight, the host has a total of 58 Popularity Points remaining. After 30 days, 100 Popularity Points will be deducted all at once. Therefore, the host needs to earn another 72 Popularity Points this month to safely survive the next 30 days. Otherwise, Ah Xin will die, and the host will die."
The word "death" is bold and black, which looks terrifying in my mind.
After saying this, Jiang Xi no longer paid any attention to the idiot jumping around in her mind. She sat at the desk with an expressionless face, reading a book. She had not been away for just over ten days, but for twelve years. The knowledge in the book was so unfamiliar to her that it seemed like a language from another country.
Popularity can be earned by various means, but one must not neglect one's duties as a high school student. Jiang Xi does not want to and is unwilling to disappoint his parents who are already worried about him.
[With a popularity score of 10,000, the host can obtain the essence of enlightenment. ]
Jiang Xi simply ignored it.
[Buddhists say that enlightenment brings enlightenment and leads to "clear wisdom."]
Jiang Xi blinked, and Xiao Qian continued, "Intelligence is profound. The lowest level is like being able to read ten lines at a glance and having a photographic memory. The highest level is like Mr. Kong Ming, whose wisdom is almost demonic, and who can forge every possible plan."
[Don't tell me that Mr. Kong Ming was also "enlightened" by your Buddha.]
Hearing Xiao Qian bragging, Jiang Xi couldn't help but pay attention to him.
[The host has received the wisdom of enlightenment, but he is only a low-level mortal. He cannot compare with Mr. Kong Ming, the innate wise man.]
Xiao Qian is serious.
Jiang Xi sneered.
Let her see, the thing that a Buddhist loves most in his life is to deceive people.
[Host doesn't believe it? ]
【letter. 】
Jiang Xi slammed the Chinese textbook shut, picked up the English textbook beside him and started reciting silently again. From then on, no matter how shocking Xiao Qian's words were, he ignored them.
"Xixi, go to bed early."
At ten o'clock, Jiang's mother pushed the door open and brought a glass of milk. Seeing Jiang Xi studying hard at his desk, she felt distressed and relieved. Jiang Xi drank the milk in one gulp, stuffed the cup back, and said with a smile, "Mom, I'll study for a while. I've missed a lot of classes. If I don't study hard, won't it be a shame for the tuition you and Dad paid for?"
"You're just a poor kid." Jiang's mother picked up the cup and remembered something. "You lost your phone last time, and you didn't have time to make up for it today. How about asking your dad to take you to buy a fruit machine after school tomorrow?"
Fruit machine?
Jiang Xi shook his head and said, "My family needs money right now, and I don't need it anyway, so don't buy it."
Sangjiadang is located at the foot of the mountain in Heyang County. The village is closed and has no contact with the outside world. Jiang Xi was trapped there for a full eleven years in her previous life. Apart from the major events reported in the news, she knew almost nothing about the outside world. She really didn't have any prophetic golden fingers. However, during the year of her escape, the rapidly changing new media made her adapt for a while.
Before Jiang Xi went to bed, he went over everything in his mind and finally made a decision.
"Twenty-eight."
Inside the small interrogation room, Yan Li flipped through the files in his hands, conducting routine interrogations without any emotion. Beside him, Xiao Liu, a new recruit, lowered his head and wrote furiously.
Across from the interrogation table was a lifeless woman with a sallow complexion and wrinkles appearing prematurely at the corners of her eyes. She was wearing a gray, tattered cotton-padded jacket with seven or eight patches on it. She was clearly still in her prime, but seemed to have already entered the twilight years of her life.
The prisoners who came here either cursed or cried for mercy, but this woman kept her head down from beginning to end, only nodding and shaking her head occasionally in response, and her quiet cooperation was too much.
Yan Li didn't care either.
As the second-in-command of the Gui City Criminal Branch, he handles thousands, if not tens of thousands, of cases every year. His heart has long been tempered into a hard, smelly stone that is not easily shaken.
What's more, this is a murderer who killed an entire family, a total of six lives.
Yan Li thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival a year ago. When he rushed to the scene after receiving the report, he couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw six burnt-out bodies dragged out of the ruins.
This is a rare major criminal case in recent years.
But thinking about the customs of Heyang County, I felt that such a thing was inevitable. Especially in the southeast corner of Sangjiadang, nestled in the mountains, it had no contact with the outside world and was as poor as before the liberation. Every household relied on buying wives.
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