Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 70

Whose clothes can withstand being thrown away one by one?

Xue Yu's cheeks were flushed and he looked a little embarrassed. After muttering, he bent his waist in an exaggerated arc, pulled the trash can over and tied the bag tightly to prevent the smell from spreading further.

Still a little angry, he pursed his lips and said, "When I catch him, I will..."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, the system asked: [What?]

Xue Yu's eyelashes were long and blinked. He thought of many ways to take revenge and finally came up with one: "I'll get his clothes dirty too."

System: [?]

Don't just talk the talk.

Xue Yu sat in the bed for a while, waiting for the heat on his face to subside, then he found a new coat to put on. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Officer Xu, briefly telling him about the evil spirit and asking if the surveillance camera had captured anything.

This time, Officer Xu responded quickly, probably just about to send a text message: The surveillance was destroyed.

Xue Yu's face turned pale, and his pupils shrank slightly as he watched the text message that popped up right after.

Officer Xu: Another murder is suspected to have occurred last night.

……

Time goes back to last night.

The lights were on in the security room, but the rain was still pouring down. Dark clouds gathered, and lightning suddenly lit up the ground. The accumulated rain that had not yet been discharged into the sewer was like a mudslide, one wave after another.

Ever since the murder, the school leaders asked the employees to take turns on duty during the day and at night. Tonight, it was Lao Zhang who was on duty.

Wearing glasses with crooked temples, he would occasionally put his fingers on his tongue to wet it, and then rub the newspaper that was stuck together. In order to avoid being hungry at night, he also brought some instant noodles and pressed them with books.

Time passes quickly while he read the newspaper in the aroma of noodles.

In fact, the person originally scheduled to be on duty tonight was not Lao Zhang, but Lao Zhang fought for the position because he could earn overtime pay.

Lao Zhang and his wife's wedding anniversary is in half a month. He thought about it, but he was short of money, so he took the job. This year is also a lucky year for he was able to get a job in a school just based on his experience as a security guard in a department store for a few years.

Not only is there a lot of free time, but the salary is also high. He wonders how many people envy his luck.

"Let me see, it's almost time, the noodles should be ready..."

Lao Zhang muttered to himself, glanced at the clock on the wall, put down the newspaper, and removed the book that was pressing down on the bucket noodles.

Without the heavy object pressing on it, the aluminum foil rolled up, and curls of hot mist and aroma overflowed from the gap. He stirred the seasoning soup with a fork and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It's still a little hard, let's soak it for a while."

Enduring the hunger, he re-sealed the lid and checked to make sure there were no leaks before picking up the newspaper. His eyes moved back and forth on the paper, but before he found the place he had just read, he heard a loud explosion in his ears - boom!