A patrolman rushed over and climbed up the ladder beside the "wall", and shouted while poking Mark with a baton.

When Mark heard about No. 1, his face turned pale. Lian Sheng said, "I dare not, I dare not, I don't want to go. Please, please, please treat me as a waste..."

Qi Ping leaned against the railing of the dove cage, closed his eyes and started to sleep.

The prison guard ignored Mark's begging for mercy, electrocuted Mark with a baton, and pulled Mark down. Mark seemed to be scared by No. 1, and didn't even dare to say anything, and it was quite quiet for a moment.

I closed my eyes and slept flushly. A translucent light curtain still appeared in front of me. At the bottom of the action column, a paragraph of text appeared.

[Decisive counterattack: You quickly counterattacked Mark with the "Slim Horse Monkey" and successfully disturbed his mood, made him dementia, and brought severe punishment from prison guards.]

After subconsciously paying attention to this paragraph of text, the panel changed.

[Get the attribute gain of the "Slim Horse Monkey" mark as a reward, please use your mind to imagine the turntable to rotate.]

A simple wooden turntable appeared in front of me, with white pointers, five-dimensional attributes, and the essence of body-sensitive essence appeared one after another. Flush turned in my mind casually, and the white pointer gradually stopped at the charm.

A purple glow flashed, and a passage of text emerged.

[You draw the charm attribute buff, the opponent's charm is 0.6, which is lower than your charm attribute value, and you will get 0 charm potential.]

“???”

Qi Ping's mind was full of question marks at this moment. The final reward of this operation is zero egg?

At this moment, Qi Ping suddenly felt his blood pressure a little high. He recalled a certain card draw game he played in his previous life, and it seemed that he was called a master?

After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes no longer red, and his mouth curled downward, murmured:

"It's really interesting. It's roughly the fact that I made some action, was judged to be successful, and gained the gain effect from the person targeted by the action. But the effect needs to be drawn. If the other party's ability is lower than himself, then the draw result is zero?

There is too little information available, and I need more attempts from different dimensions to make the correct judgment."

He looked around and shrank into the pigeon cage, making it difficult to make more attempts. He had to figure out why he came in and had to find a way out.

The afterglow of the sunset shines, covering the buildings of all sizes in District 51 with a layer of gold yarn. The old gate of the Sikkim Street Police Station seems to be coated with a layer of bright copper, which has a unique artistic conception.

The two gatekeepers stood relaxed outside the gate. On the left was a young police officer. Looking at the sky in the distance, standing a towering tower into the clouds. The colorful clouds overlapped around them, which was quite magnificent. He sighed: "It seems that we have never seen clouds or rain before. What was that experience?"

The middle-aged police officer on the right looked up and looked at the unchanging sky numbly, and said indifferently: "I'm not interested. Anyway, we will never be able to see rain, hail, clouds in our lives. There is no such thing in the 51st zone. Even if we simulate it, it's just a phantom, which is useless."

The young police officer sighed again and said with a little yearning: "Maybe only the pride of the group headquarters can have the opportunity to see the wonderful nature? Unfortunately, I didn't study hard enough when I was young, and I didn't get admitted to Duzhou University. Only students from Duzhou University can enter the group work, and I might get it..."

The middle-aged police officer coughed gently and interrupted him. A young man with a badge in the distance was running towards the gate. The two of them quickly cheered up and stood up straight. The middle-aged police officer recognized the person, stood a little relaxed, and greeted him politely: "Teacher Daming, why are you here?"

The young police officer lowered his hat and glanced at the man's breastplate with his eyes. The four words "Lu Daming, Duzhou University" and "Duzhou University" are on it, very small and clear. The three words "Lu Daming" are very large, accounting for almost 70% of the breastplate. The whole breastplate looks exactly the style of the Duzhou University school badge, simple and atmospheric.

Lu Daming seemed very anxious. He was wearing gold-rimmed half-framed glasses, a well-tailored group outfit, slender trousers, and some mud on his leather shoes.

He held a leather briefcase in his right hand, which was not very cheap at first glance. He looked into the briefcase with his left hand, accidentally exposed the mechanical watch, took out a document with a bright red seal, and said to the two police officers: "I am Lu Daming, counselor of the Attorney of Duzhou University. This is a document issued in the hospital. I want to meet my students."

The young police officer was stunned. Before he could react, the middle-aged police officer said with a smile: "Is it the young man who came in yesterday? He said he was a student of Duzhou University. I thought it was a joke. I will take you in. Teacher Daming, coming here is like coming home. You are the pride of our Sikkim street..."

The young police officer watched the two of them go in, not even having time to read the documents, but who cares? Duzhou University's badge is brightly there.

He also fell into memories. Yesterday, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance came to the police station. After about twenty minutes, Inspector Song took the man out and brought the slightly chubby, fair-skinned boy and the girl who looked soft and weak in less than half an hour.

Finally, the slightly fat boy entered the iron cage of the detention center, the soft girl left, and the majestic middle-aged man left with dissatisfaction, as if he had talked to the soft girl not far away.

Although it was already eight o'clock in the evening, under the dim light, the young police officer still remembered that the weak girl looked very beautiful and pure like a first love. But the moment she looked back, I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed very sharp.

Lu Daming and the middle-aged police officer walked into the Sikkim Street Police Station together. The police station was a little cold. Lu Daming felt a little chill and wrapped the group uniform hard, as if he said casually: "Uncle Ping, don't be so polite. When I was a child, I went to your house to play with Aaron several times."

When Uncle Ping heard this, he smiled happily: "This is not polite, it is respect for intellectuals. I said back then that you have worn glasses since you were young and look like a cultural person."

Lu Daming was stunned. It seemed that this was not the case in his memory. Uncle Ping had said several times that wearing glasses was like a pig in a house, and he couldn't pretend to be like a person with a smile. However, he didn't even have to worry about his current status and status.

He smiled slightly, then asked a few more polite words from Uncle Ping, and then asked, "Can Inspector Song be in the police station?"
Chapter completed!