The car washer shook his head. With his actions, he felt his head was going to explode!


    He vaguely remembered his experience before he was unconscious. At that time, he was dressed and ready to go to work. At the moment of opening the door, he was knocked on his head by two teenagers with a stick and hit a little above his ear. Next, there was endless darkness. The time seemed to be shortened. When he opened his eyes again, he was already here.


    This is a room with broken tiles on the walls. The temperature is a little low, which makes him feel cold. He was stripped of all his clothes and tied to a table. He struggled hard. The person in charge of binding must be very conscientious. The rope on his body hasn''t even shaken. He bared his teeth and shouted. No one came for a long time.


    I don''t know if it was because he was awake, he felt colder and colder, his hair stood up, and his body trembled slightly because of the cold.


    "Damn it, who is teasing me? My boss is mad dog Wilson. You will pay for your behavior!"


    "Well, I''m wrong. I''ve realized my own stupidity. Please, put some clothes on me or give me a quilt!"


    ……


    No matter what he said, shouted, cried or roared, no one disturbed the loneliness of the room. Just when the car washer was almost completely desperate and thought he might freeze to death here, he heard the sound of metal friction, the sound of opening the door, and several different footsteps. At this moment, he was a lot more energetic. He licked his cracked lips, trembled and shouted weakly, "Damn, come and save me. Let me do anything, but don''t lock me up here alone?"


    He tilted his head and looked in the direction of the voice. Several young people in rubber jumpsuits came in. Most of the time, these rubber jumpsuits are the favorite of those butchers. Whether it is blood or various organ liquids ejected when cutting animal viscera, it only needs a basin of water to wash it clean.


    There were five young people in front and back. The guy in charge looked a little simple and honest. He went to the table, looked at the car washer who couldn''t even struggle, and asked, "your mother is a guart, isn''t she?"


    Someone said that at the critical moment, people can burst out unimaginable power. In fact, at this time, another situation will happen, that is, people''s thinking ability will be improved.


    The car washer had an idea and realized that these people were all guaertes. He nodded his head and made himself look as honest and reliable as possible. "Yes, you''re right. My mother is guaertes and I''m also guaertes. Hey, man, we''re all our own people. Can you give me a dress?"


    The boy asked again, "didn''t your mother tell you what would happen to those who betrayed themselves among the guartes?"


    The car washer was a little confused. He didn''t come back for a while. "I didn''t betray anyone. I swear, I''m just a car washer. I''m a small man. Even if I want to betray someone, I have to be qualified to know those big people first!"


    "That''s right!" the young man nodded and took two steps back. "You should listen to your mother more at ordinary times. In the tradition of guart, traitors should be punished by the gods. Since you admit that you are a guart, you should also bear the punishment you need to accept as a guart, and let the gods and the former king judge whether you are guilty or innocent!", He then retreated to the wall and stopped talking. The other four people surrounded him.


    One of them stuffed a large piece of cloth into the mouth of the car washer, and a salty smell suddenly filled his mouth. Not only that, he also felt a strange smell of rancid smell, but why is it so familiar?


    The next second, without waiting for his brain to gather important information and convey it to his body, a violent pain tore his inner defense.


    These people are skinning him!


    "Damn it, you stop... Please, is there something wrong?" the car washer cursed and wailed, but the teenagers didn''t seem to hear it at all. The silver knife in their hands was extremely sharp. He could watch his skin separate from the fat film. Strangely, there was not a lot of blood. He prayed that he could live, but at the same time, he prayed that he would return to the embrace of God soon.


    In endless fear, he fainted.


    When he woke up again, he was already hanging in the park not far from where he lived - on a bronze statue of a general.


    In less than an hour, the sky gradually brightened, and morning exercise people also walked out of their homes. This park is obviously a very suitable place for morning exercise. When the first scream pierced the tranquility of the park, the police arrived soon.


    Looking at the red monster who was skinned and dying and could not distinguish his appearance at all, pranddo had a green brain in his forehead. He just looked at it and turned around. It was so disgusting that he, an old policeman, wanted to vomit. He waved and asked two ugly young policemen to come, "go put that guy down and take him to the hospital for rescue. If he survives, ask him if he remembers who did it."


    "What if... Didn''t come back?" asked a young policeman.


    This is the gap in experience. Of course, it can also be regarded as the accumulation of experience. Prandtl rolled his eyes. "If the rescue doesn''t come back, are you going to take a body back to the police station? Fool, of course, they''ll turn him into a popsicle and burn him!"


    After telling prando, he left the scene and got into his car. After a moment of silence, the conductor driver said, "go to the Oriental Star, on the damn Queen''s road!"


    There is no doubt that this is Dooling''s pen. Before his rise, no one would use such criminal law to treat the guards. Only after his rise, this damn criminal law reappeared in this city. Whoever this guy betrayed must have something to do with Turin.


    To tell the truth, prando didn''t want to take care of these troubles, because he knew that even if he knew that it was done by Turin, he couldn''t catch Turin and put him in prison. There are many people willing to take the blame for him in the hometown Association and his Oriental Star, and even in the streets. Among the guart people in Tenar City, Turin''s reputation is rising rapidly at an unimaginable speed, which is more authoritative than heidler.


    People trusted him, and he also gave back the trust of the guards. He made many families no longer suffer from poverty, made many people have clothes, food and a decent life. Maybe their decency is just the sick moan of the poor for the really decent gentlemen in this city, but he did it, he changed, and people trust him.


    The police car soon stopped at the door of the Oriental Star. Standing on the second floor, Turin watched prando get out of the police car. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled at dufo and said, trouble is coming.


    Yes, trouble is coming.


    Prando pushed the door in with a straight face and sat in the chair opposite Turin. There was a table between them, like a world.


    "You shouldn''t make so much publicity, at least at this time!" prang complained as soon as he opened his mouth, "Last time and last time, I''ve tried to hold you down, but you keep making trouble, and one day I can''t help you again. You know, although I''m the director of the regional police station, I can''t do as many things as you think."


    Turin slowly took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and lost one. Dover immediately took out his lighter and approached prando. Prando looked at Dover and Turin for a while before lighting the cigarette.


    "Listen to me. If you still want to Lynch and go to the countryside, no one will take care of you there, but not in the city. I don''t want to make things big." , he took a puff of smoke. Prandtl wanted to scold Turin with more severe rhetoric, but somehow he subconsciously chose a relatively mild speech. He didn''t understand why, but he felt he should do so.


    Prandtl is not wrong. He can''t cover all the terrible lynching that happens all the time, and he also believes that those big people must know these things. Once or twice, those big people can calm down, but there are too many times, and someone must have an opinion. But at the same time, he and Turin are very clear that Turin is a member of the old party and has just It also left a deep impression on the congressman and the mayor. Even if it went a little too far, the big people would not care about him in this "honeymoon period", on the premise that he did his essential work well - offered enough contributions.


    Dooling nodded. "I know. I''ll pay attention."


    At this moment, prando was even more surprised. When did the little devil Turin talk so well? He didn''t know what the hell Turin did again, so he chose to be silent in the face of Turin''s answer, because if he didn''t talk, he wouldn''t be brought into the trap at least.


    "Look, people are so strange. They know that their actions will bring trouble to themselves, but in the face of interests, they will always choose the wrong choice short-sightedly."


    "Don''t worry, I won''t make it difficult for you. Someone will turn himself in and plead guilty. No one will get into trouble. Trust me!"


    The short conversation did not reassure prando. He always felt that Turin must be planning something, which was just part of the plan.