The entire police station has only ten people, including the station chief. The other four were sent out by the station chief to do field work, and they went straight home after finishing their field work today.
The director has gone off somewhere to have some fun; he said he'd be back soon after get off work.
However, there are still more than two hours until they get off work. What are they going to do in these few hours? The key is that they have already finished their shifts, and they are the ones who will be on duty at night.
The group felt their future was bleak, wondering if they were the first and most pathetic police officers in history.
Think about how many connections you pulled and how much money you spent to get this job.
I felt it was a huge loss, and the risk was too high. Could I just give up the benefits offered by the director?
They just want to live a healthy and peaceful life.
"I'm a little hungry, what should I do?"
A policeman's sycophant said, "Comrade, I have a few pieces of roasted fruit in my desk. Would you like to have something to eat?"
An Moxue nodded amicably and then left.
Another person said, "I have half a pound of White Rabbit milk candy on my table that I bought for my wife. Would you like to try it?"
An Moxue said as if bestowing a favor, "Go!"
The last person looked at An Moxue and said, "Comrade, eating just food is too dry, it'll get stuck in your throat. Let me pour you some water to soothe your throat. Don't worry, I won't put anything in it, and I'll wash the teacup before pouring water in it."
An Moxue said indifferently, "Okay."
After a while, several people returned one after another, and a table was filled with their belongings.
An Moxue looked at the items, picked them up one by one, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, no tricks this time. Come on, sit down, let's chat, otherwise it'll be so boring just sitting here! Don't you think so?"
The group nodded awkwardly and said, "Yes, yes, yes."
An Moxue smiled and greeted them like an old friend, as if she didn't notice their awkwardness. "Please sit down."
They showed none of the ruthlessness they had displayed earlier, as if they were two different people. Perhaps what had just happened was an illusion for them, but the unconscious Huang Youliang and the paralyzed Gou Fugui on the ground clearly told them that it was all real.
The group sat down in the chairs with trepidation, not daring to relax for a moment.
"How many people are there in our institute? Who is the director?" An Moxue asked casually.
But they dared not be careless. The group looked at each other, and finally the one pouring water said, "Ten men, including the director."
"Wow! That's quite a lot. Where are the others?"
"I was sent out on fieldwork by the director."
"That means there are only a few of you left in this place right now," An Moxue said, glancing at the two people on the ground.
The man forced a smile and answered, "Yes."
An Moxue chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. Our country is a society governed by law, and I'm a model citizen who abides by the law. How can a highly educated person resort to violence? It's unladylike, don't you think?"
It would have been better if she hadn't said it; the more she said it, the more frightened she became. "Yes, yes, yes." Whatever you say is right. The three of them answered in unison, afraid that if they were even a little late, they would suffer the same fate as Gou Fugui on the ground.
"Hmm, so good!"
Several people silently grumbled to themselves, "What kind of hobby does this person have? Only a child would praise someone like that!"
Hearing such words from them makes one's heart tremble, yet his face still maintains a respectful demeanor, though his muscles appear somewhat stiff.
Where is your director?
"They went out."
"Oh—" An Moxue's drawn-out tone made their hearts leap again.
"Then your director is being a bit unfair! He takes all the credit while you guys bear the burden of the hard work."
The three of them were secretly complaining at the same time. It wasn't just hardship; it was downright anxiety. They were terrified that they might lose their lives at any moment. Who knew if she would do something like murder to vent her anger?
Three people have died! Even though they all know they're framing her, the matter hasn't been fully investigated, and the possibility of her committing the crime can't be ruled out!
As they thought this, their gazes toward An Moxue became even more uncertain and suspicious!
Yes! It's possible!
The three people's eyes widened simultaneously, filled with terror.
An Moxue found the three people's ever-changing expressions extremely amusing and asked with interest, "What did you think of? Why are you all looking like that?"
It would have been better if she hadn't asked. The three of them gave evasive answers: "No, no, no." Their vehement denial only confirmed An Moxue's suspicions.
She was bored and didn't know when she could go out, so teasing these cowardly policemen was quite amusing.
"It's okay, I'm just bored. Thinking about it more won't hurt."
"Is Gou Fugui on the ground a family member of Teacher Gou who was expelled from our school? What is the relationship between Huang Youliang and Teacher Huang? Think it over before you answer~ Oh!" After saying that, he smiled at them.
That's like the smile of a demon, terrifying!
“Gou Fugui is Teacher Gou’s son, and Huang Youliang and Teacher Huang are brothers.” After he finished speaking, he glanced cautiously at An Moxue.
She smiled innocently, but they were even more afraid of her like that. Didn't they see that Gou Fugui's clothes on the ground were all wet? It was obvious that he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely. How much pain must he be in?
An Moxue seemed to remember Gou Fugui only because they were talking about him. She stood up and walked to Gou Fugui. Before anyone could see what An Moxue was doing, they heard two "click, click" sounds, followed by Gou Fugui's ghostly screams.
The group trembled uncontrollably, their eyes filled with unconcealed terror.
An Moxue stood up, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and returned to her chair, saying casually, "Okay, it's back."
They saw Gou Fugui lying on the ground, his face pale, and were stunned. Why does it still hurt so much when you press it back down?
"Come on, continue. What's your director's name? What are his hobbies? I'll have someone send him some gifts if you don't believe me."
Why does that sound so strange to them? Giving gifts? Are you sure your gift is a normal one?
But they still had to respond, because they were afraid of her unique bone-dislocating technique, which was too painful; just hearing about it terrified them.
"Our station chief is called Rich Thief. He...likes...money~"
"Yes, he not only likes money, he also likes to drink good wine."
"Yes, yes, we have to drink every day, with every meal. Even if there's no food, we can just grab a few grains of salt and have a meal with the alcohol."
"Moreover, he also likes to collect wines, especially those he doesn't own. If anyone has them, he will try every means to get his hands on them."
"Alcohol! There's a high chance he'll go drinking this afternoon, leaving you guys to do all the work. You guys are really the rich director's good subordinates. He's so lucky to have you guys."
They listened, and something just didn't feel right.
Why do people with the same fate have different lives?
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