The little fat man Zhang Yifan looked at Luo Wenzhou stupidly.

Luo Wenzhou put the envelope on the table, making him laugh: "I just want to send the police uncle 300,000 yuan, isn't it almost awesome?"

Zhang Yifan didn't hear this was a joke, but he actually believed it. Xiaoyuan's face showed a little desperate panic. He stuttered, "But... I really have only that..."

"Where did you learn this? If you encounter any problems, just use two cards to solve it," Luo Wenzhou's smile gradually became cold, and he looked at the fat man, "Can you solve the problem of killing people and paying for your life with money? Which bastard teacher teaches you, tell me, I will let him get out of the education industry tomorrow!"

Zhang Yifan was afraid of his father at home and a man as strong and harsh as his father outside. At that time, he was frightened by Luo Wenzhou and did not dare to say a word.

"If Xia Xiaonan kills someone, whether she takes it personally or she and others, she must pay the price. Conceal the whereabouts of a wanted criminal who has been wanted for fifteen years from the police, collude with a wanted criminal, and attack his classmates. How big a grudge is to be so crazy?"

Every time Luo Wenzhou said something, the fat man's face turned pale.

"Murder is not counting, but also to be dismembered-"

That day, the police just asked and did not tell the details of the Feng Bin case of several students. Of course, the teacher and parents would not mention such a bloody incident. Zhang Yifan was locked up in confinement when he returned home. Before he had time to go back to school, he suddenly heard the word "disassociation". He jumped up from the sofa in fear: "disassociation? What, what does it mean? Feng Bin was...she was...she..."

Luo Wenzhou wanted to describe Feng Bin's death to him. The words came to his mouth. Looking at the childish face, he swallowed it back, and just asked, "Why are you trying to escape? Who instigated you? Who wanted Feng Bin?"

"No, no! No one wants to harm him!" Zhang Yifan shook his head repeatedly. Under Luo Wenzhou's forced, he blurted out as if he had recited a thousand lines, "We are for Christmas..."

Fei Du put the teacup on the table and interrupted Zhang Yifan with a slight sound.

"Christmas?" he asked, "is Christmas a special day?"

Zhang Yifan looked like a little hamster who was strangled, and his pupils shrank for a while. A terrible silence spread in the delicate living room of the little fat man's home.

After a while, the young man couldn't bear it anymore and let out an uncontrollable sob.

"Call your parents," Luo Wenzhou reached out to touch the cell phone on the table, "What are you good at socializing? Are you having dinner with the President?"

Zhang Yifan rushed up and held Luo Wenzhou with both hands.

His palms were covered in sweat, wet, sticky to the back of Luo Wenzhou's hand, and his palms were cold.

Luo Wenzhou felt that his fingers were as close as his fingers, not like a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but rather like a fragile and childish missing child. Because of his lack of strength, he did not even intend to trust his own fingers. When he grabbed things, he instinctively opened his palms. It seemed that only in this way could he be grasped.

"Don't... don't hit..." The little fat man squeezed out a sentence from his internal organs with difficulty, "I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Fei Du remained silent. Seeing Zhang Yifan accidentally touching his gaze immediately slipped away. He immediately asked keenly, "Are you afraid of me, or are you afraid of someone who looks very much like me?"

"Zhang Yifan," Luo Wenzhou whispered, "What do you want to say to me that day at the Municipal Bureau?"

Zhang Yifan was sobbing that he could hardly sit still. He was thrusting and unable to speak a clear voice several times.

Fei Du looked at him. The fat man was not tall, with a small nose and eyes, which was both wealthy and festive.

Because he ran away, he was not wearing a school uniform, his T-shirt was tightly tied up, and a little round belly was erected. The belly was superman showing off his biceps, and a huge fist on his back. If he only looked at the "package", he might make people feel that the body wrapped in this piece of cloth was full of strength, and he was a mighty and majestic big guy.

From the sofa in the living room, you can see Zhang Yifan's bedroom. The bedroom door is not closed. Behind the door is a decorative sandbag and boxing gloves. On the wall are posted with a superhero poster in the movie. You can also see a corner of the bed sheet, with a roaring cougar printed on it, lying in the middle of the bed with unparalleled contempt.

Zhang Yifan's living space is so neat and uniform. Even a small sticker represents his parents' unspeakable expectations for him. He wished he could turn it into a blade and tried every means to cut off the fat man's fat body, apply patches and repair it, cut him into Tyson, into a wolfish, and into a man with a strong bronze and iron bone.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes, and the child was still a trembling little crybag.

"Do you like Superman?" Fei Du suddenly asked, "Just nodding and shaking your head."

Zhang Yifan looked at him evasively, sobbed hard, and shook his head.

"Oh, I understand. Your parents like to buy you Superman's clothes, right? Parents always have some differences with your ideas. When I was a child, I often went against my father's expectations." Fei Du said this, and stopped slightly. Luo Wenzhou subconsciously glanced at him, and saw his tone soft and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was talking about a growth experience that coexisted with warmth and contradictions, without any trace of barely force and numbness.

Fei Du also said: "At this time, we often have to compromise. Who made you not grow up yet? But I also have my own way of resisting."

Zhang Yifan was burping while looking at him with a burp.

Fei Du smiled at him: "Let me tell you later--Are you also studying in junior high school in qifen?"

Zhang Yifan nodded.

"Junior high schools are nine years of compulsory education. Public schools generally do not charge tuition and miscellaneous fees, but your school charges it, and it is very expensive, right? It is said that there are special Western restaurants in the school cafeteria?"

Fei Du asked the fat man a few questions like a chat, and he could answer them just by nodding and shaking his head.

Zhang Yifan's rapid breathing gradually calmed down. Fei Du looked at his face and guessed that he could speak normally. So he took out a few pieces of candy from the debris basket under the coffee table, put it in Zhang Yifan's cup, picked up the kettle next to him, added some hot water to him, and waited patiently for him to drink it, before the next question was raised.

Fei Du: "Do you like school?"

Zhang Yifan paused and shook his head vigorously.

Fei Du leaned slightly, put his elbow on his knees, allowing his eyes to be level with Zhang Yifan, and slowed down his voice: "Is anyone bullying you in the school?"

This time, Zhang Yifan was silent for a longer time, but he shook his head very tightly.

Fei Du was thinking about something, repeatedly pinching a piece of candy wrapping paper, while observing the little fat man's expression - Zhang Yifan had calmed down at this time, and the silence just now did not have any emotional ups and downs. Judging from his body language, he seemed to be just recalling and not acting forced when shaking his head.

Either it is true or he thinks he has not been bullied.

Fei Du: "Has anyone bullied Feng Bin and Xia Xiaonan?"

Zhang Yifan nodded first, then hesitated for a moment, shook his head and whispered: "...Feng Bin has never been bullied. He is with them, but he...he is different, he is a good person."

Fei Du paused his fingers on the wrapping paper.

Feng Bin and "they" are together, and belong to the bullies.

"They...they are targeting Xia Xiaonan," Zhang Yifan said again, "We must run away, this is what Feng, Feng Bin said."

He was speechless, but Luo Wenzhou inexplicably heard something shocking from it and asked: "Who has targeted Xia Xiaonan?"

“They…’masters’.”

Luo Wenzhou almost suspected that something was wrong with his ear: "Who is it? Master? What kind of thing are you? Are you a slave?"

"I am not a slave, I am an ordinary person, I am a 'civilian'," Zhang Yifan whispered, "Wang Xiao and the others are slaves."

In addition to Feng Bin and Xia Xiaonan, there were four other students running away together this time, and Wang Xiao was the only girl among them. Today, Xiao Haiyang was rejected by Wang Xiao's parents on the name of her child having a fever and could not see her.

"Is Wang Xiao the girl with you?" Luo Wenzhou nodded when he saw Zhang Yifan and asked again, "Who did you say 'Wang Xiao and the others', who do they mean? Who are the two boys left?"

Zhang Yifan nodded again.

"'Master', 'Civilian', and 'Slave'," Luo Wenzhou repeated the title he heard from Zhang Yifan's mouth. He felt that he was in a slight sensation. It was a bit ridiculous. These naughty children seemed to be playing a large live-action board game seriously, but the chill kept pouring up from his feet. "What do you mean is Feng Bin belongs to the 'Master', Wang Xiao and the others belong to 'slaves', only you are 'Civilian', I understand it right-what is Xia Xiaonan?"

"Xia Xiaonan is...'deer,'" Zhang Yifan squeezed out these words from the tip of his throat. His voice was as thin as a line, as if it was about to break at any time. "Every Christmas, after the Christmas party organized by the English teacher, it is the students' own activities. The lights are not turned off on Christmas and New Year's Day in the school, and the dormitory building is not locked. You can play all night. From junior high school to now, it has been once a year..."

Luo Wenzhou felt that this "activity" was not a gathering of landlords, so he immediately asked: "What should I do when I play all night?"

"Playing hunting games is like the kind in "Survival Game"," Zhang Yifan couldn't help but lower his voice. "They draw before Christmas every year, draw five people from the 'civilians', and they can participate in the hunting game, and those who win in the end can join them."

"Join them - it means that the small group that will change from ordinary people to 'masters' in the future? What are the benefits of joining? Can you bully others at will?"

"It will be safe after joining." The fat man said to Luo Wenzhou pitifully, "As long as you don't have conflicts with other 'masters', you will not be bullied casually, become 'slaves', and you will not become 'prey' for no reason. You can go to the cafeteria as soon as possible after class, without avoiding 'masters', you can get the keys to the dormitory and dormitory building, and you don't have to be afraid of being locked outside. You can... you can go to school well."

If you can't resist, you have to work hard to join them so that you can get the treatment you deserve for a normal student.

"When Yuan Datou was restored, he didn't dare to restore the Yuan Dynasty system. The students in your school were really good," Luo Wenzhou said slowly, "Have you been drawn this year?"

Zhang Yifan glanced at him and silently agreed.

Luo Wenzhou: "How do you play this hunting game?"

Zhang Yifan clenched his fists, and the big clock in the living room walked forward one after another. The "knock" and "knock" second hand moved with a metal tremolo, walking towards the front without an end. I don't know how long it took him to trek, but Zhang Yifan had enough courage to speak-

"After the start, all the people who participate in the hunting game will look for the 'deer' in school. Only when the game starts will they announce who the 'deer' is. No one knew who it would fall on before. After they announced, the 'deer' has five minutes to run and hide. The 'hunters' will catch him until dawn. Whoever catches him will win."

"Your school is so big, with so many teaching buildings and dormitory buildings. If you hide it by one person and five people, how can you find it?" Luo Wenzhou asked, "Besides, a little girl like Xia Xiaonan, can you hide in any corner of the place you want?"

"It's not five people looking for it," Fei Du said softly next to him, "It's the whole school who is searching for her alone."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned.

Zhang Yifan nodded.

Small groups of bullies have the right to speak in school. Ordinary students are like people under tyrants and tyranny. Like the fat little Zhang Yifan, they only want to live a peaceful life and only want not to be the target of bullying for no reason. Once they accept this order system, they will instinctively obey, just like those who see their classmates being bullied, are dissatisfied but dare to watch coldly.

Those who can participate in the game are like "candidates", and each candidate is a potential stock.

Provide key information about "deer" to someone who can join that small group in the future, and naturally get the protection of that person in the future - no, maybe before the game begins, the smarter one has joined the camp of a candidate.

Are all the five candidates in the so-called "hunting game" drawn?

The little fat man obviously lied at this point. Judging from his attempt to use money to bribe the police, he could probably infer how he got the "slot".

"After the deer is caught," Fei Du asked, "what will happen?"
Chapter completed!