Second floor of the snack bar. In the small room, the air stagnates like a solid.

Lian Qiao sat beside the bed and looked down at the drowsy little honeysuckle with a complicated expression and did not say a word for a long time.

The monk watched for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "You are in school, in the end..."

Even Joe didn't even look back, obviously not planning to answer. Knowing the interest, the monk didn't ask any further questions. He just sighed and said, "Don't worry, I've seen it. His injury is not too serious. It's just that he was too young to bear the stimulation and passed out in pain."

I don't know which word irritated Lian Qiao. I saw Lian Qiao's eye muscles twitched, as if being stinged, and his face turned pale again.

The monk did not dare to speak any more, so he coughed, said to help the boss, and went downstairs.

There were only two people, one big and one small, in the room.

Lian Qiao wanted to touch Little Honeysuckle's head, but as soon as his hand stretched out, he retracted like an electric shock.

He recalled the feeling of kicking the honeysuckle. With such a soft and fragile little body, how could he be able to...

To be honest, he doesn't remember what just happened. The only thing that stayed in the impression was the uncontrollable anger and killing intent.

He's going to kill that woman! He's going to tear that man to pieces! Let her die tragically in the greatest pain!

The murderous frenzy took over his mind, so much so that he forgot - why on earth did he kill her?

When Little Honeysuckle jumped on the woman, he didn't even think about stopping. Nothing can stop him, he must kill her!

It wasn't until the little body was kicked out by him and slammed into the sharp corner of the podium, until the little honeysuckle curled up on the ground and trembled, and he suddenly woke up—

What did I do?

What am I doing...

Lian Qiao can't remember how he ran out of school. He was holding the little honeysuckle, and he didn't even know where to go.

Honeysuckle lay softly in his arms, so small, like a milk dog that didn't grow up. But his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if he was about to die. Lian Qiao only felt that a heart had been gouged out alive, except for the pain, he couldn't feel anything else.

Why?

Why do I…

He wants to take Honeysuckle to see a doctor, but there is no hospital or clinic in this block. In the end, he had nowhere to go and ended up at the snack bar.

The monk was taken aback by him and thought the school was haunted. How should he explain to the monk that he was the one who hurt Ren Dong?

It has been ten minutes since he put Little Honeysuckle gently on the bed. Honeysuckle showed no sign of waking up, still breathing weakly, with no response at all.

Even Joe was almost desperate.

What to do? What if Ren Dong can't wake up...

At this moment, Lian Qiao's heart seemed to be frying on a frying pan, sizzling and scorched.

He heard a heavy and rapid footstep, running upstairs.

"It's not good, it's not good!" The monk pushed open the door and said in a rough voice, "The police are coming to arrest you! You... do you want to run?"

Lian Qiao was taken aback: "Police?"

Monk: "Yes! They said you beat someone in school..."

Lian Qiao then remembered what he had done to the female teacher. Brows could not help but wrinkle.

I was beaten, but I didn’t kill myself, what’s the good…

etc. If the police will come to enforce the law, will the doctors here also save lives and wounds?

Lian Qiao instantly had the urge to jump out of the window with honeysuckle to find a doctor. But just as he stretched out his hand, his eyes fell on Ren Dong's pale little face, and his heart seemed to be gouged out by a knife.

No, no, you can't move him casually... His spine may also be injured, and rashly moving it will aggravate the injury!

As soon as he thought about it, he took a deep breath, grabbed the backpack beside the bed and stuffed it into the monk: "I'll give you the equipment, you can call 120 to send him to the hospital!"

Monk: "...Ah?" He didn't react for a while, and the second monk was confused, "What, what? I mean the police are here to arrest you! It's 110, not 120!"

Lian Qiao frowned irritably: "I know! I'll go with 110, you go with 120! Take him to the hospital! Is there anything else you don't understand?!"

The monk glanced at the little honeysuckle on the bed, and said hesitantly: "Do you really want to go with 110? They take you away, I don't know what will happen..."

At this time, there was another chaotic footstep on the stairs, and there was more than one person. Appears to be the police.

"I beat someone, I guess I'll be in the detention center for a while." Lian Qiao glanced at the stairs and quickly explained to the monk, "But since the police can enforce the law, the hospital will certainly also Save people! Don't hesitate, call 120 and let the hospital pick you up! I've given you all the equipment, you must protect him for me!"

The monk was carrying the mountaineering bag full of equipment, and looked at Lian Qiao and then at Little Honeysuckle, still a little confused.

The door was kicked open suddenly, and a group of police officers in uniform rushed in, instantly knocking Lian Qiao down.

"Fuck! Come on!" The monk was taken aback and hid aside with his backpack.

Fortunately, the only target of the group of police is Lian Qiao. They handcuffed Lian Qiao with a click and took them away on the spot. Lian Qiao struggled to turn back and shouted, "He is a key player! You must protect him! Wait for me to come out!"

"Okay!" The monk accepted the order in danger, although he didn't understand the situation, he readily agreed.

The police rudely drag Lian Joe downstairs. The owner of the snack bar on the first floor watched nervously and couldn't help but ask the police, "What did he do? Is it serious?"

The police all shook their heads, indicating that they had no comment.

A police car with flashing lights was parked outside the snack bar. Lian Joe was pushed into the police car amid the whistle-blow siren. Fortunately, at the last second of closing the door, he saw the monk running downstairs and asked the boss where the phone number was. He wanted to call 120.

Although the monk is rough, but at this time, there is no one else to entrust him.

Lian Qiao was relieved. Then, the door closed. Two police officers caught him in between and drove the police car to the Public Security Bureau.

The public security bureau came here not long ago, when they destroyed the beggar group. At this time, Lian Qiao, as a criminal suspect who maliciously harmed others, received a completely different rough treatment.

Record a statement, plead guilty, and detain. After a simple procedure, the police threw him into the detention room of the detention center.

The detention center is located in the backyard of the police station, which is very small. Although this is not a prison, it is only a place where prisoners are temporarily detained, but the rooms are also arranged just like a prison.

A simple square room with a large hall against the wall. No toilet. Three walls and one iron fence. There was a policeman sitting outside the fence with a baton on the table.

With a bang, the iron door of the detention room was re-locked. The policeman who brought him turned to leave. Lian Qiao slammed the iron door and said, "Hey! Wait!"

The policeman asked angrily, "Why?"

"How long are you going to imprison me?" Lian Qiao was thinking about Ren Dong and was already thinking about the escape route.

Unexpectedly, the policeman said: "Wait for the injury identification! You bastard, you sneaked into the school in broad daylight to beat people, and even beat their teacher in front of a group of elementary school students! Do you know how much psychological damage you will cause to children! Son of a bitch! You are not as good as a pig or a dog!"

The policeman scolded him indignantly, and even Qiao heard only one key word: injury appraisal.

It seems that this copy has a very high degree of restoration to the real world. Not only do occupations such as police officers and doctors exist, but they basically operate according to the laws of reality.

He was at ease. If the honeysuckle goes to the hospital, it should be able to get reasonable treatment. Even if it is haunted, I am not afraid, there is a monk, and everything can be solved by reading the scriptures.

Lian Qiao was a little relieved. Going to the edge of the hardboard bed, I picked a clean corner and sat down.

He is the only one in the detention room. He was still worried about whether there would be a plot like the prison situation, and he was ready for a fight, but unfortunately the dungeon didn't give him room to play. So he had to squat in a cell alone, waiting boredly for the time to pass.

I don't know how long it took, a policeman came and told him that the injury was identified and the female teacher was left with a second degree disability. However, his family has already reached a settlement with the victim, and the victim is willing to forgive him. So he can come out as long as he stays in the bureau for a day.

This "day" is obviously also adjusted by time flow rate.

Nevertheless, even Joe was restless. He didn't know what happened to Ren Dong, why didn't the monk want to send a letter?

Unfortunately, no matter how irritable he is, he can only endure it. This copy exists by law, and he can't mess around. Although this small police station is understaffed, if he really kills people indiscriminately, maybe hundreds of armed police officers will come out to suppress him. At that time, it will not be something that can be reckless by opening a peerless.

Lian Qiao sat on the hard bed and glanced at the guard policeman through the iron fence. The guard policeman was holding a book of Gu Long's novel and read it with great interest, but didn't want to pay attention to him. Even Joe tried to get close to him, but failed several times.

He had no choice but to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Even the NPC can read novels, but he has no mobile phone to play! It's so...

Hey, wait.

In the past dungeons, will the NPC details be so refined?

The NPC he has encountered so far has the most abundant character setting is the dean of the orphanage. As an NPC who is very close to honeysuckle in reality, the dean has always taken special care of honeysuckle. Aiwu and Wu, he and Little Apple have also received a lot of care from the dean.

He always thought it was because of the special status of the dean, so he had a lot of scenes.

Now that I think about it, it seems that it is not only the dean, but the other NPCs in this dungeon are also very... delicate?

This delicacy is not about the appearance of the character, but the setting of the character. Not to mention the owners of stationery stores and snack bars, even the policemen of this detention center have their own setting of "love to read Gulong novels".

If he hadn't beaten the female teacher on impulse, he would never have had the chance to enter the detention center. So what is the use of this setting? Does "love to read Gu Long's novels" have any effect on advancing the progress of the dungeon?

…Useless settings?

In the dungeons so far, it seems that there has not been such a large number of detailed settings... Useless settings...

Why?

Lian Qiao vaguely felt that he had caught a clue, but the clue flashed in his mind, and it was difficult for him to tell what he thought.

As I meditate, time slips by.

I don't know how long it took, the police came over and knocked on the iron door with a baton.

"Hey! Wake up, someone's coming to see you."

The clanging metal clatter recalled Lian Qiao's sanity. He raised his head and saw a shiny bald head at the door of the detention center.

Monk? !

Lian Qiao jumped up from the bed, surprised: "You finally-"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly tightened.

No honeysuckle.

There is no honeysuckle beside the monk.

How about honeysuckle? Where did the honeysuckle go? Is he okay? !

Lian Qiao was flustered and looked at the monk's pitying eyes in disbelief.

"Amitabha." The monk folded his hands together and sighed, "Donor, the poor monk has brought you bad news."