Chapter 567 Making Friends

Something doesn't feel right about the rain.

It only lasted for two minutes, so why did it feel like it had been wet for two days?

In the rain, Huaishi couldn't help but sneeze. The people behind him began to push him roughly, and Huai Shi stumbled forward feebly, feeling his hands and feet were cold.

Can this world get any better? How can I be satisfied with the Ivy League?

Tears almost fell down.

I just feel like hell is empty and the devil is right in front of me...

By the time we got on the aircraft, we were already soaked to the skin.

He shook off the water droplets from his hair, raised his shackled hands, rubbed his nose with difficulty, and looked around at the Nightmare Eyes with unflattering expressions.

He smiled and said hello in a friendly manner.

"Hello everyone."

He looked at a character who seemed to be the captain and asked, "Excuse me, do you have any cigarettes?"

The smoking captain raised his head and looked at him indifferently, with a cold expression and said nothing.

And when the cockpit door slowly closed, and people outside could no longer see what was going on inside, he suddenly stepped forward, and the people on both sides reached out and held Huai Shi down.

Just when he was about to struggle, he saw the burly captain raise his hand and punch himself in the stomach.

The huge strength made Huai Shi couldn't help but bend down.

Retching.

He almost spit out the key he just swallowed into his stomach.

Then, he was pulled up by his hair.

"Don't think you can please me just because you are some bullshit inspector."

The captain pulled out his dagger, pointed it at Huai Shi's face, and told him word for word: "I don't care!"

Unlike Ivy, who has a big family and business, this group of mercenaries hanging out in hell are not afraid of the authority of the Astronomical Society at all - after leaving the current situation and the border, even the power of the Administration cannot radiate to every place.

Most of the characters in Tomb of the Unreturnable are such lawless characters. Maybe they killed someone from the Astronomical Society and fled to hell.

The title of inspector is worthless to them.

Besides, it hadn't been an hour since Huaishi had caused them heavy battle losses. How could they treat this prisoner as an honored guest?

"You'd better be honest with me on the road and don't have any twisted thoughts."

As he spoke, the captain's dagger slowly passed across Huai Shi's face, cruelly cutting a gash.

Blood emerged from it.

The six layers of shackles restrained Huai Shi's abilities that were beyond ordinary people and forced him back into the realm of ordinary people. There was no longer any poison to protect himself.

This time, it was the bright red blood of ordinary people.

Flow down slowly.

"Let me hear another piece of nonsense from your mouth."

The captain shook off the blood on the blade with an expressionless face, bent down, stared into his eyes, and said coldly: "I'll chop off one of your fingers."

In the silent gaze.

The corners of Huai Shi's mouth suddenly curved.

Bloodied faces smile.

It was as if he could easily glimpse the weakness beneath that tough face, so mocking.

"But you must not dare to kill me, right?"

"Lao Jiu."

The captain looked directly at him and suddenly gave an order.

Immediately, the watcher next to him stood up, forcibly lifted his wrist, and spread his fingers.

From beginning to end, Huai Shi didn't resist much.

But before the blade fell, he suddenly said: "Hell Music Association."

The movement stalled.

The captain's eyes slowly raised, his expression getting colder: "What did you say?"

"I said some disgusting things."

Huai Shi smiled and shrugged, "I know some people will be unhappy if I say this, but I still have to say a few words to remind you -"

He said, "If you don't care about the identity of the Overseer, what about the Disaster Musician?"

Huai Shi looked into his eyes and asked softly: "You cut off one of Disaster Musician's fingers? What will the Hell Music Association think? There is an agreement between you, right? Who will provide you with soul trauma? What about treatment?

Well, by the way, I am also an Abyss Kitchen Demon, officially certified by the Kitchen Demon Competition Organizing Committee. Maybe you would like to see my certificate? What should I do if I can’t buy food and poison?

Also, I am a legendary investigator of the Dark Web, the largest intelligence relay station on all borders - you know what you are doing, right? "

silence.

Silence and stillness were sudden.

On the captain's face, one could faintly see the furious veins beating under his forehead, making him look more ferocious.

Huai Shi's smile remained the same.

On his face, the ferocious knife edge had begun to slowly close. Apart from the hallucinatory blood, no traces remained.

"Now, you can chop off ten of my fingers, or ask me to ask the question again."

Huai Shi smiled and asked:

"——Excuse me, do you have any cigarettes?"

It was already late at night by the time Raymond and the others returned to the base.

Behind the gate, before Raymond got out of the car, he saw the girl in gray dress waiting there.

The old driver suddenly had a headache...

How should I explain it to her?

He originally wanted to pretend he didn't see anything and sneak away quietly.

But after waiting for a while, Huai Shi did not arrive. Yuan Yuan's expression changed slightly and she actually walked towards him, "Mr. Raymond, where is the teacher? Isn't he here?"

"Well……"

Raymond froze in place, feeling that his few brain cells were beginning to overload and shut down.

I'm sorry, your teacher was betrayed by the great master who had no conscience at all, and was thrown to the other side as a prisoner, but don't worry, the other side will definitely be more troubled than us...

He couldn't say it at all.

Under the girl's uneasy gaze, his expression became more and more complicated, and he subconsciously avoided Yuan Yuan's gaze. Until Yuan Yuan realized something was wrong, he took a step forward and asked again: "Mr. Raymond, where is the teacher going?"

"..."

After a brief silence, Raymond lowered his head and replied in a whisper: "Your teacher...he...he went to a very far away place..."

Silence fell suddenly.

He feels like he said something wrong?

Raymond tried to remedy the situation, and quickly turned around and took out the things that Huai Shi didn't take away from the passenger car, and handed them to Yuan Yuan: "This was left by Huai Shi."

Yuan Yuan froze in place.

She took it dully, looked down at the helmet in her hand, turned it over, and saw the pink pig-shaped graffiti in the corner.

incredible.

She still remembered the doodle.

It was drawn casually by the teacher during her break, using her marker. The teacher at the time even joked that he would draw one for her and Xiaojiu when he came back in a few days.

But now Yuan Yuan realizes that she can't seem to wait for that man to come back...

So abrupt.

In the silence, she squatted on the ground bit by bit, hugging the helmet hard, unable to hold back her tears anymore, and burst into tears.

Next to him, Raymond was at a loss.

Wait, did she misunderstand something?

Just three days after Huai Shi was 'killed' in battle.

At the entrance to the sixth underground floor of the Ivy League residence, Liz passed the security check, raised her wrist, and showed the QR code projected by the stigmata on it.

"Authority level A, login name Liz."

The blond girl said: "I want to enter the dungeon to interrogate prisoner A01."

Behind the desk, the recorder passed the authority and the door slowly opened.

He raised his eyes and looked at the expressionless Liz, looking a little surprised.

"Is the high priest going down too?" He sighed: "It seems like it's been really busy these two days... I'll go down and have a look after the shift changes later."

"Um?"

Liz noticed something was wrong and frowned, but in the end she didn't ask anything and turned around and walked into the elevator.

down.

Passed through numerous blockades and entered the most dangerous prison.

Then the door opened in front of him.

An uneasy voice came from the end of the front line.

"Mr. Huaishi, I've been out of breath all the time recently, and I feel dizzy and flustered for no reason. Is there any big problem?"

Then, a voice that sounded kind, gentle and trustworthy asked: "Does this happen when you are resting?"

"Occasionally."

"Does it happen when you are alone?"

"Yes."

"It may be claustrophobia. It's fine in the early stages, but if you let it go for too long, it may worsen and deepen, affecting your physical condition. You should already have anorexia, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I ate very little."

The sound of writing came from the cell at the end of the long queue. Soon, a note was torn off and handed out of the window: "This is a preliminary diagnosis. You can go to Ivy's infirmary after your shift is over." Look, prescribe some medicine and follow the doctor’s instructions, otherwise you don’t want to suffer from depression in hell, right?”

The guard who took the note was immediately surprised and nodded quickly: "Thank you, Mr. Huaishi."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

The man in the cage smiled and said loudly: "Next one."

"snort."

Seeing how arrogant he was in prison, Liz couldn't help snorting, raised her hand and pushed away the obstructive guy in front of her, and moved forward.

"Don't jump in line."

The guy who was pushed away raised his head, and when he saw Liz, his face suddenly became stiff. Soon, all the guards who were paddling during working hours stood obediently in the corner.

And Liz stepped forward and stood outside the cage.

See the radiant Huaishi inside.

It was almost as if I was on vacation, relaxed and at ease, without any sense of being a prisoner.

They even got him a table inside from nowhere.

And a pen!

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to give any sharp objects to prisoners!" Liz frowned and turned around to angrily yell: "What on earth are you doing? Aren't you afraid that this bastard will smash your throats!"

"I would like to point out that this is an insult to the trust and bond between us!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Huai Shi took the lead and became serious: "These guards were very nice to me at first. They were willing to chat with me as a prisoner and persuaded me to surrender to the Ivy League. Not only did they not deprive me of any food, they even gave it to me. The pen I use to write! As a moral and literate classical music teacher, am I capable of repaying favor with enmity, so do I use these things as weapons to hurt them?"

As they spoke, the guards next to them nodded repeatedly, with expressions that showed that they were sure that such a good person as Mr. Huaishi could do such an outrageous thing, which made Liz feel her scalp numb.

Have these bastards been brainwashed?

Or something went wrong?

Have you lost any sense of caution?

Liz looked at Huai Shi in the cage and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You seem to be doing well, you have made so many friends."

"We are just performing official duties, and there is no personal relationship. Please don't doubt the integrity of your personnel. If you insist on saying something, just think that I am a more likable person."

A certain gold medal cowherd who had no shame at all shook his head and looked at Liz with a look of surprise: "This outfit looks good. Did you change your hair style?"

The girl in front of her now lacks the courage she once had. Although her eyebrows are still unruly, her makeup and earrings match perfectly.

After the hairstyle was loosened from the back of the head, it was braided again, making her temperament much gentler.

Paired with jeans and a T-shirt that highlight your figure, you look youthful.

"What if?"

Liz asked indifferently: "Otherwise? Do you think I am the kind of woman whose muscles grow to her brain?"

"Where." Huai Shi replied sincerely: "It's just a compliment."

"I hope so."

She didn't say much.

Even so, my mood was inevitably a little bit happier.

It can only be said that the Ivy League is either a group of dead nerds who wear plaid shirts to death every day, or a group of straight men who don't regard her as a woman at all.

She never imagined that this guy would be the first to notice her change of hairstyle and earrings.

Although the short past between the two was full of unhappiness, she had to admit that this guy was somewhat discerning.

It doesn't live up to this beautiful face.

"Come with me."

She waved to the person next to her to open the lock, "The teacher wants to see you."

Huai Shi nodded, cooperated very well and allowed the staff to put handcuffs and shackles on her, and smiled at the others: "That's it for today... everyone should go back to work quickly, and Mr. Hubert Remember to eat less fat and salt, your cholesterol has been above the standard for a long time."

A somewhat obese guard suddenly laughed while touching his belly, and waved his hand towards Huai Shi, thanking him for his worry.

Liz's expression suddenly became gloomy again.

This guy showed off his deep friendship with other people in front of her without any scruples? Don't you take her into consideration at all?

"Exchange sincerity for sincerity."

Huai Shi seemed to be able to understand what she was thinking about, sighed, and advised seriously: "It's really easy to make friends... You have been the high priest for too long, and you always put on airs, so everyone will be afraid of you. .”

"Shut up."

Liz punched him in the stomach angrily.

Turn around and walk forward.

Just when passing by other prisons, she paused slightly and saw the prisoner inside - the Nightmare Eye who was imprisoned here because of a private fight with a member of the Ivy League a few days ago.

The man with muscles and scars all over his body was wearing a vest, holding a dumbbell in one hand and exercising continuously, while holding a book in the other hand, he was reading in a trance, and sometimes he couldn't help humming along.

Liz paused in her steps and frowned: "What are you looking at?"

"Um?"

The burly man glanced at her and lifted the cover of the book to show it.

——"Introduction to Classical Music Appreciation".

Holy fucking classical music!

"Are you sick?" Liz felt the corners of her eyes begin to beat wildly.

Brother, can't you take a look at your own image...does it look like you fit in well with classical music?

The man who was exercising looked at her blankly, not knowing what this woman was doing.

"never mind."

Liz gritted her teeth, filled with anger, and moved forward.

She shouldn't have taken this job today!

Take it, JOJO, this is the ripple that I stayed up for more than forty hours!