Gun.
He didn't move.
"Hold your hand up," he said harshly, in a commanding tone. this sound?
It was familiar.
He raised both hands in the air.
"Turn your way"
He turned slowly.
Ah, those two inside fake fights.
He was propped up against the wall, both hands cuffed.
While I was surprised by this silence and my asking questions, two people followed me, saying, "You are coming with us." Metal coldness rested on my waist, the sudden cold was chilling.
A car was diverted when I was quietly led out of the bar with two other people.
Police car.
Yun:...
I did not commit a crime.
Ignoring the reluctance on my face, I was put in the car. When we reached the police station, I was kept in the interrogation room.
Another cop came.
"Why am I here?"
"You were invited to have a cup of tea and chat" The man sat down with a slight smile on his face.
Oh, how nice...
In those two months, I remained not a criminal!
I died, I killed, I fell victim to an arsonist, I became a man, I became a character in my book, and still a villain!
What's wrong with me?
I am an innocent, pure, self-sufficient person!
Huh, is it a case of depression room? After all, I made the room...
But if someone committed suicide there, it's not my fault!
"Ahem!" The harsh coughing brought back my thoughts flying to the Pacific.
"Your name ?"
"Xue"
"Mr. Xue, how old are you"
"18"
17 but I had to register 1 year early to work on my identity card...
By the way, the system made me have a different identity. He was feeling guilty about the virus and was paying compensation by helping in this regard.
Therefore, I had no problems with it.
"Is your hair dyed?"
"Yes" I replied calmly, but apparently, a very disastrous guess was already forming in me...
If there is no plan...
The door opened and an old man entered the room. He had the title of "heroic" with his straight spine and pointed eyebrows.
Wtf!!!
What is my grandfather doing here?!!!!
-To be continued-