Zhuang Hua shook his head, not knowing whether it was helplessness or ignorance, saying he had nothing to say.
Zhong Ping continued to persuade him unfairly: "If you don't know anything, don't do such dangerous things near the kindergarten. This time it's just me who was killed and slashed. Do you know which child it will be next time? Even if it's me.
If you don't have children, it's not good to scare Sister Ma..."
Zhong Ping, who was in full Tang Monk mode, made Zhuang Hua hold back his laughter under the harsh facts, and made Zhong Ping look at it with sadness and anger: "You are still laughing! Let's see if you can laugh when it really happens! I really can't.
I see you are so cold-blooded!"
After both of them calmed down, she put on a serious face and answered in a more serious tone: "Nothing will happen to the kindergarten. I will guarantee it with my life."
"Then who are you? If nothing happens, can you stay away from here?" Zhong Ping asked angrily.
"I can't leave... this is a work requirement," Zhuang Hua spread his hands helplessly, "There are some things you can't say casually, but I can only tell you that I will ensure the safety of these little angels. If you believe it, the conversation will be stopped; if you don't believe it, I
There is nothing we can do.”
"You finally gave me a clue as to what I'm facing..." Zhong Ping asked without hope.
"Well," Zhuang Hua was so troubled that he gave up on himself, "that person in your family is called king..."
"I know." Zhong Ping answered immediately.
"...is a killer."
"I know too."
"Pfft...then I have nothing to say. It was also the first time I met him yesterday."
Ignoring Zhuang Hua's suspicious laughter, Zhong Ping immediately nervously asked in a low voice: "What did I swallow? Could it be drugs?"
"If it were drugs, I wouldn't have to wait for you to poop, right? You would have been addicted a long time ago."
"That's it?" Zhong Ping chased after him.
"..." Zhuang Hua was silent for a few more seconds, seeming to organize words in his mind, and finally said casually: "It's a shame you talked to K..."
"Hey, what can you do if you just tell the truth? Changing the subject is nothing..."
"It's nothing... I thought you were scared..."
Wasn't he scared? He was so scared that he almost peed... Because of this, he needed a reasonable explanation! So he continued to firmly believe: "You really don't say it? You really don't say that I will write here after class in the afternoon.
I will write a suicide note to go home and die, and then write in it that it is all because of you!"
This made Zhuang Hua laugh out loud again: "You are such a childish threat..."
Seeing Zhuang Hua smiling brightly, Zhong Ping almost cried: "Can you just tell me that you can't do it? Is it fun to torment me?"
"To be honest, the more you know, the more dangerous the situation becomes. Why don't you work hard to get it out as soon as possible and stop having anything to do with us."
"What are you talking about? Do you want me to resign if I don't have anything to do with you?" Zhong Ping became a little angry when he couldn't get any answers. At this moment, he was stared at by the sharp-eyed Sisi, who grabbed Zhong Ping with his little hand.
She was wearing a kindergarten uniform and apron, and arbitrarily asked him to come over and see the number blocks she had arranged. Zhong Ping had to put down his anger and calm down while being pulled away, and finally coaxed the little princess to smile.
He really didn't want to resign. Even though some kids were a bit skinny, he wouldn't drag him into the alley with a knife in his throat.
Zhong Ping thought a lot during the day of eating, playing, and studying together. The most important thing among them was that he would have given up his job, packed up his clothes, and gone straight back to his hometown after class. But in this way, the suspicious and seriously ill K might come to the kindergarten.
Turning everything upside down to find someone else... No, he didn't want his children to suffer such an unreasonable disaster.
Then he just goes home obediently and waits to poop? It’s also strange. Yesterday he obviously ate so much laxative vegetarian fiber, but today he doesn’t feel the urge to poop at all. If he didn’t go home with poop, that k
Will he be accused of hiding his shit... thinking about it, he felt like he was going to kneel down.
After lunch, while the children were taking a nap, Zhong Ping took the graph paper used by the children to practice calligraphy and began to write a suicide note. From leaving his cell phone to Sisi who had been missing his cell phone, he left the juicer that had not been used for a long time.
He made contributions to the kindergarten and finally began to accuse Zhuang Hua of his barbaric behavior.
When the first child woke up from his sleep, he sighed, tore off three pages of graph paper, kneaded it and threw it into the wastebasket.
After spending an afternoon playing with the children, after the parents picked up all the children who were not in full care, Zhong Ping changed out of the kindergarten apron, leaned against the door and stared blankly at the sunset on a sunny day, and the hard plastic rotating slide in the yard.
He cast a long shadow. Zhuang Hua came over and patted him on the shoulder like a revolutionary comrade: "Stay strong and you'll be over."
Zhong Ping became extremely sad and angry. He left the kindergarten door and headed home without looking back.
His home was only a ten-minute walk from the kindergarten. After he wasted his time, he walked downstairs, climbed upstairs, and slowly opened the door with the key. He thought he might be pointed at a knife and let him slowly enter the house.
He was mentally prepared for this level, but he found that his imagination was wrong.
Not to mention that K was missing from the beginning. Later, he carefully searched all over the house, even under the sofa cushions under the bed and behind the toilet, but there was still no trace of K.
Was he dreaming yesterday or is he dreaming now?! Before he could stand in the living room and cry with joy, he heard a noise from the kitchen. Then he held his breath and saw K coming from the barely used range hood in his house.
The closet-type storage cabinet stretched out its legs neatly and climbed down on the refrigerator...
"Didn't you call me a note?" As soon as he got his feet on the ground, K asked in a somewhat disappointed tone with his head filled with dust from the cupboard.
That's right, why didn't he call a police officer? What a mistake. But Zhong Ping couldn't complain anymore. He wanted to ask how long K had been in there. Not to mention that even the spiders were hanging out of the cobwebs, he also wanted to ask what happened to K's head.
Problem.
K ignored the spider spinning a web on his head and asked seriously: "Where is the excrement?"
Zhong Ping shook his head.
K stared at Zhong Ping seriously for a while and nodded: "You will go to the Chinese medicine store to buy two or two diarrhea leaves later."
"Don't be like this, can't you do it if I pull it hard..." Zhong Ping cried and knelt down in front of the knowledgeable K.
"I want something tonight." K said decisively.
"I'm going to get it now!" Zhong Ping got angry with the hostage and ran into the toilet and locked the door.
And K has already learned from Zhong Ping's various behaviors that this person does not do anything dangerous, and he can just find a step and go down. He just needs to get the things quickly, finish the work, and leave nothing behind.
The evidence is returned to the neighboring city and you're done.
He just wanted to ensure that there would be no complications in this strange city, and that he would finish everything successfully before leaving as if he had never been here before.