Chi Koike squatted down the stairs to feed the dog.

Dog meat is not a puppy anymore, but I still like to hug Chi Koike.

After playing with Chi Xiaochi, the dog flew around him unhurriedly, barking at the air for a second or two, as if to catch Lou Lou who hides and hides with him.

Chi Xiaochi carried the rice and chased the dog meat running around: "It's open, I'm leaving without eating."

The dog turned back reluctantly, drank two bites, and the dog's hair was slightly raised, raising its white-blinded eyes, and it seemed to ask why it was not delicious.

"I didn't do well." Chi Xiaochi squatted, hugging the dog's neck and confessing his mistake softly. "I continue to work hard."

The dog meat was also obedient, and he murmured gently from his throat. He gently tapped Chi Koike's chin with his ears and continued to bow his head to eat.

Chi Xiaochi was holding the dog's meat, and the shadow like an iron tower shrouded again.

One knee rested against his back, rubbing ambiguously.

Zhu Shoucheng's ghostly bass came from behind: "Koike, feed the dog again."

Iko Koike didn't even return.

He lowered his face low, clenched his shoulders, and imagined that he was now in a cold storage room. After psychological hints, his original goosebumps were spreading in large tracts.

... he's playing "fear."

Such a weak posture makes the back grinding even more arbitrary.

However, Chi Xiaochi's negative emotions quickly spread to the dog's meat. The dog's meat stopped eating, the fur on the back exploded layer by layer, white teeth were spit out, and the enemy in the darkness barked fiercely.

Soon, residents upstairs in Tongzi Building cursed, "Which dead dog! Noon at noon? I will kill you with a mouse medicine tomorrow!"

Afraid of people seeing each other, Zhu Shoucheng had to leave with nostalgia.

Chi Xiaochi turned his head to look at him, and just collided with his eyes, and turned back with "fright".

Step by step, Zhu Shoucheng smiled at his back and went upstairs contentedly.

After he left, Ikikochi continued to feed the dog expressionlessly, and loosened and flattened the raised hair of the dog.

To Zhu Shoucheng, Chi Xiaochi had no choice.

His only weapon is himself.

Chi Xiaochi endured his disgusting, disgusting harassment, and his purpose was quite clear.

Zhu Shoucheng is so skilled that it will certainly not be the first time, nor will it be the last time.

Chi Xiaochi's goal is to become his "next time."

He bought a pencil sharpener in the kiosk, the kind that every child would bring, sharpened sharply, and carried around as stationery without causing anyone's suspicion.

He had a small tape recorder that Lou Ying gave him, which could record sounds, carry them daily, and never leave him.

He pretends to be frightened and weak, pretends to run every time he sees him, pretends to be invisible if he can't run, and constantly encourages his arrogance with no trace.

Chi Xiaochi was waiting for an opportunity, and waited until Zhu Shoucheng eased over, and started to deal with him again.

As long as he is called to "tuition" again, it is the day when the opportunity comes.

What he has to do is to let Zhu Shoucheng leave traces on his body enough to prove his sin, and then use a prepared pencil sharpener to cut his throat.

At that time, he could tell the police that Zhu Shoucheng was going to do that kind of thing to him, and he had to kill him because of self-defense.

The knife is used to sharpen the pencil, and the recorder is used to record his voice.

At that time, he will buy a loudspeaker, put the disgusting words he said in the Guanzilou, put it in his school, let him become famous after his death, and become an ancestral joke in this area.

But he underestimated the caution of the old fox.

After the last accident, Zhu Shoucheng also learned a lesson.

Although Chi Xiaochi is now like a puppies who have been domesticated so well, he still remembers Chi Xiaochi's almost crazy resistance.

Eating a maggot and a wise man, although Chi Xiaochi is a seductive piece of meat, but since it is not easy to eat into your mouth, you don't have to take too much risk for him.

Iko Koike soon realized this.

So he started protracted tracking and following.

Chi Xiaochi got a uniform of Zhu Shoucheng's public junior high school, and spent 20 yuan to find a permit to forge a student ID.

Zhu Shoucheng's public middle school is ranked second among the five local middle schools, and his study is very tight. However, the high school attended by Chi Xiaochi, the daytime students and this middle school have almost the same school hours, and Zhu Shoucheng also serves as a school training class Instructors often don't go home until more than eight in the evening.

Therefore, when Chi Xiaochi was wearing a school uniform and appeared near Zhu Shoucheng School during school hours, he could easily get into the student stream.

He had inquired about Zhu Shoucheng as a senior, and only used a cup of beef noodles to get a lot of information from Zhu Shoucheng from a second-year student.

Zhu Shoucheng is a math teacher with a top-ranked teaching performance. He has a good reputation among his classmates. He has a good temper. He never loses his temper against students. He also cares about the underachievers and the mental health of some children with special family conditions. The student, in front of him, knew that he had converged.

Not long ago, because the teaching task of the third grade was too heavy and he was too old, he applied to transfer from the second grade instead of teaching the third grade with the class, and went to the class teacher of the first grade.

The boy in the second year did not regret saying: "Mr. Zhu is so good, anyone who is taught by him is lucky."

Chi Xiaochi laughed: "Yeah, I used to think so."

Chi Xiaochi believes that there must be a reason for Zhu Shoucheng to teach the first grade.

Sure enough, he soon found out.

Recently, Zhu Shoucheng always took the road as a reason to go home with a young boy at the first year after school.

It was a boy from a single parent family, and his academic performance was not bad. He was one of the students in the Peiyou class. He had a dim understanding of the world, malice, and sex, and remained in a state of blind obedience to the teacher by the pupils, like A little dumb goose.

During the winter solstice, Zhu Shoucheng took school at noon and brought the little boy home to cook dumplings for him.

In the freezing cold day, Chi Xiaochi stood outside the door on the second floor, leaned on the railing, turned his back to the door of Zhu Shoucheng's house, smelled the aroma of dumplings floating from the threshold next door, and lighted the lighter. Ignite the cigarette end, calm yourself with the aroma of nicotine, and think about what you should do next.

Call Saitama now.

But nothing has happened, and he doesn't know if it will happen.

Iko Koike could not wait to change places with that boy.

He knew the taste, and he would rather come by himself.

Fortunately, the little boy went back to school with Zhu Shoucheng in the afternoon. He looked clean and normal, and was grateful to Zhu Shoucheng.

Chi Koike was not in a hurry.

He thought, obviously such a good opportunity, why Zhu Shoucheng didn't do it.

One possibility is that he still has classes in the afternoon, which is not convenient for the boy; the other possibility is that he does not want to start in the house of the dead.

After all, an accident is accidental. Once you miss again and two accidents, it is hard to say.

After thinking about this floor, Chi Xiaochi continued to wait patiently.

Since Zhu Shoucheng is following this little boy as a prey, he will not fail.

After the winter solstice, the winter vacation is not far away.

From Zhu Shou's school to Zhizilou, Chi Xiaochi has been very familiar. He even knows that the monitoring in this area is a decoration. It is not only sparse and sparse, but also bad and bad.

Under the blind "sky eyes", invisible rotten mold was breeding.

On a cold night, Chi Xiaochi once again followed the little boy and Zhu Shoucheng who sent him home.

He listened to English with earphones on one ear, and deliberately distanced them from the streets.

Just after it snowed, a thin layer of snow exhausted the noise between heaven and earth. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Only two people squeaked in the snow with a creak, and the bell rang far away. Bicycle ringtone.

Chi Xiaochi intentionally pulled his pace to exactly the same as Zhu Shou, using his footsteps to hide himself.

This is nothing but the experience accumulated in countless follow-ups, and Chi Xiaochi was also ready to make another blow.

Therefore, when the footsteps suddenly stopped, his feet hanging in the air hung up and did not fall.

He leaned his head out of the alley.

The two students, teachers and students, stayed in front of the iron gate of a small courtyard, which was a solitary courtyard. They were close together and were talking about something.

Ji Xiaochi jumped in his heart.

As far as he knows, this small courtyard is on the market for sale. I just entered the thief some time ago. It is probably a novice. I found that the owner has n’t returned home for a long time. I want to get some money. Empty and smashed a lock in vain.

The owner of the house went on a business trip, and he couldn't come back for a while. The neighbors were not kind enough to lock him up, and there was nothing valuable in the house. So he symbolically took a branch and bolted the door from the outside.

In the snow, the conversation between the two was particularly clear.

Zhu Shoucheng's voice was blamed: "... the teacher's hands are cold, don't you warm the teacher?"

The little boy apparently hasn't figured out the situation yet: "Teacher, otherwise I'll give you gloves?"

Zhu Shoucheng squatted down and stared at him with burning eyes: "No, the teacher can't stand the cold, you can just slap the teacher, ah."

The little boy had never seen Zhu Shoucheng like this, and for a moment his heart was completely blank, only his hands entangled in his waist, cold and slippery, like a poisonous snake walking along his waist.

In the current lack of **** education, girls have been taught how to cope with abuse and harassment. For example, the skin part covered by a bathing suit must not be touched by anyone, but few people think about teaching boys this.

Zhu Shoucheng looked up slightly, his expression was a strange obsession: "The teacher's hands are really cold."

The little boy opened his mouth.

He finally felt something wrong.

He wanted to call, but Zhu Shoucheng clenched his mouth with a lot of experience.

The boy hasn't changed his voice, and when he sobbed under the giant palm, he was like a baby crying when he was full of a little wild cat in spring and winter.

Zhu Shoucheng easily pressed the boy against the wall with only one hand, and turned to pull the tree branch latched on the door. I didn't expect that the more urgent the situation, the more we could do nothing. Rattle.

The rubbing sound of the cotton-padded jacket, the snoring sound on the blood, and the whistle of the boy struggling sobbed, covering up the footsteps rushing from behind.

When Zhu Shoucheng realized that he was wrong and turned around, there was a sudden pain in the back of his head.

With so much effort, Zhu Shoucheng even heard a loud click.

He suspected that his skull had cracked.

But he turned around by inertia and saw the person's face clearly.

The filth from his hair had flowed into his eyes, making his face look emaciated.

He seemed to want to say something, but Chi Xiaochi didn't mean to stop his hand. He picked up a half-rusty iron pipe with blood, hit his face in the front, and smashed his nose deeply. .

After smashing, he grabbed the little boy who was still dizzy and ran out all the way.

I don't know how many lanes he ran across, he stopped by a tree.

The little boy couldn't stop panting, but still intuitively said, "Thank you, brother."

Iko Koike heard nothing.

He leaned back on the tree trunk, and the snow on the tree branch shook and fell on his neck and hair.

The fresh icy snow was flowing through his lungs, making him feel more comfortable.

Chi Xiaochi loosened the iron tube that he held tightly with his right hand, grasped the clothes on the left chest, laughed loudly, his whole body trembled and almost collapsed.

Chi Xiaochi waited for the news overnight, knowing that Zhu Shoucheng was sent to the hospital for rescue overnight, severe concussion, and a full-scale fracture, but he died and was extremely fatal.

On the afternoon of Zhu Shoucheng's escape from danger, Xi Yu contacted Chi Xiaochi with his mobile phone.

Saitama on the other side of the phone opened the door and said, "Is it you?"

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Did he say it was me? Or did someone rob and didn't see his face clearly?"

Qi Yu was silent for a while, which was tantamount to acquiescing in his guess.

Chi Xiaochi lowered his head and smiled slightly: "I knew it. Because I saw him doing that kind of thing again."

Saitama: "Then you should call the police ..."

"Alarm, will you catch him?" Chi Xiaochi hit the bullet. "He didn't succeed, I didn't monitor it. With me, with that little boy's mouth, what can prove? Is it really necessary to wait for him to succeed before you can catch him?" ? "

Saitama was silent.

Chi Xiaochi raised his chin slightly. "Even if he loses his reputation, as long as he voluntarily resigns and moves with his son to another place, changing his name at most, he will be able to pass his second life freely, right?"

Saitama's voice was distressed but helpless: "... Koike."

"Since Justice will not stretch himself, then I will come." Chi Xiaochi looked ahead and said to the phone, "sister, bye."

He hung up the phone, carrying a bag of apples, and knocked on Zhu Shoucheng's ward door.

The door was opened by Zhu Shoucheng's son, a man who looked very mean.

Facing his inquiry's sight, Chi Xiaochi bent down gently: "Uncle, do you remember me. I am a neighbor of Teacher Zhu. I heard he was injured, so I came to visit him."

Zhu Shoucheng's son didn't hesitate. He greeted him, and went to the tea room outside to pour water.

"Hello." Chi Xiaochi sat down beside his bed, "... Mr. Zhu."

Lying on the bed, Zhu Shoucheng, his swollen face was covered with gauze, and yellowish red medicine was leaking around the gauze.

He couldn't see Zhu Shoucheng's expression, but that didn't prevent him from doing the next thing.

Chi Xiaochi took out the small tape recorder he had always carried with him and calmly pressed the play button.

"... The teacher's hands are cold. Don't you warm the teacher?"