I choose a beautiful girl roommate over a domestic gigolo

That’s quite a lot. Su Younian looked at the shapes of the corpses and the necks and heads separated from the bodies.

The cut was so perfect and beautiful that ordinary people could not do it at all. No matter how sharp the blade was, it was impossible to subdue Azak who was almost two meters tall without strength.

Why did Nangong Ling say that Azak was killed because he had offended someone, but it was not because Azak himself was found by his enemies.

Looking at the thick calluses on Azak's hands and the way he walks, you can tell that he must have practiced swordplay frequently. He has more than a hundred scars on his body, both old and new.

Azak was the one who was walking on the edge of a knife, but Nangong Ling said that he had provoked others and simply took Zhao Feng's arm and left.

He didn't even call up the little pink-haired girl who was close to Azak. Su Younian couldn't help but doubt his ability to handle the case.

"I advise you not to touch the body until the murderer is found."

Marigold beside him quietly left at some point, and was replaced by a sturdy and burly police officer.

"I'll just study it briefly." Su Younian said, touching the note in Azak's pocket and quietly transferring it to his own pocket.

After confirming that there were no useful clues at the scene, Su Younian walked out rubbing his fingers.

The dormitory assigned to them by the Women's College was in the old campus. There were street lights all along the way. He took out the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, wiped the blood off it, and then used the light from the street lamp to clearly see the words on it: Han Liang?

Azak is not a student of H High School, so how did he know Han Liang?

With a loud bang, a huge fireball exploded from the dormitory building in front, illuminating Su Younian's bright eyes. The watch on his wrist was trembling violently, and the divine beast roared anxiously: "Aoao."

The doors and windows were broken, and the police officer stationed at the supermarket pulled the siren, and three figures rushed towards him.

Su Younian moved closer. The three figures were Nangong Ling, holding the pale-faced Zhao Feng, and carrying the sleeping Fenmao on their backs.

The explosion came so suddenly that the screams of the female nuns filled the top of the academy, and the lights in the student dormitories were turned on one by one.

The place where they were was brightly lit. Nangong Ling's face was not very good. His facial nerves were tense and he put on a serious attitude. He said slowly: "This murder and explosion are all targeting you."

People who have experienced life and death can see things clearly. Su Younian pursed his lips and said softly: "Then tell me who that person is? Why is he targeting me? I don't think it's Song Zhu."

Song Zhu is timid when it comes to big things, and he can't really kill someone to silence them.

"Then who do you think it is?" Nangong Ling was not surprised at his guess at all.

The two of them were like different light sources in this dark world, testing each other to see if they could illuminate the darkness together.

"Azak!" Su Younian revealed his trump card without reservation.

Nangong Ling hadn't seen such a smart person in a long time. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She placed the half-asleep little pink-haired boy on the steps. She wanted to drag Su Younian to the scene to review it again. "What do you mean? How did you figure that out?"

Uh... five minutes ago they were at loggerheads, but now Nangong Ling looked at him with an expression as if his grandfather had found a chess friend who hadn't been around for a long time.

Su Younian said, "It was easy to tell at the scene because his height didn't match. I was standing low and looking up. His shadow definitely couldn't be that short. The first time I encountered that mysterious black figure in the storage room, my watch didn't ring, but when I got close to the body, it jumped twice."

What a bunch of rambling nonsense, without a shred of scientific basis. Nangong Ling raised an eyebrow in disdain. Zhao Feng, who was suffering from hemophobia and had a splitting headache, was able to sleep soundly after hearing what he said.

"The most important thing is..." Su Younian paused in suspense.

The two men pricked up their ears to listen, and Su Younian said a bunch of even more mysterious words: "I didn't like Azak at first. I thought he was a bad guy, and bad guys always survive to the end."

"Tsk." Nangong Ling was not buying it. She pulled Zhao Feng's hand over and placed it on her shoulder, then walked towards the scene. "I thought you had some real skills, but it seems I overestimated you."

The murderer is hiding in this school. If they are not found, they will either die or be maimed tonight.

The pink-haired girl scratched her mosquito-bitten arm, feeling sleepy. She said coquettishly, "This school is so big, with so many classrooms. Where can we find that Azak?"

"Speak more!" Nangong Ling shouted at him angrily, her eyes full of concern.

At first glance, the two people's bone structure is quite similar.

"Pa!" With a sound, the pink-haired girl slammed her hand on Nangong Ling's face and shouted hoarsely: "I hate you. Zhou Hua hates Nangong Ling the most."

Nangong Ling was just too lazy to settle the score with him, but that didn't mean he didn't know what happened. Now Zhou Hua didn't want to die, so he retorted without hesitation: "Did you bring that Azak in?"

This question was about the Suyou annual meeting. He saw with his own eyes that the spoiled Zhou Hua took two application forms in class.

He sat on one side of the bench and ate melon in silence.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling was just concerned about him, and was saying one thing and thinking another to him: "You are so weak, and you are hanging out with people like this. One shot from them..." When it came to the key point, the little pink-haired boy burst into tears.

The sudden crying sounded like a child who couldn't get a lollipop. Su Younian couldn't help but complain: "Is it so exaggerated?"

It turns out that it wasn't that the little pink-haired boy was exaggerating, but that he saw something exaggerated.

A shrill male voice, thick with depression, rang out from the bushes behind them: "Surprise!"

One second later.

A pink carved pistol and Azak's scarred face emerged from the grass, with a few weeds on his weed-like hair.

Although the scene was a bit funny, what Azak said was chilling: "If you, a great man like you, take a bullet from me, you will die!"

Azak's pink pistol was already pointed at Nangong Ling's head. Nangong Ling was not panicking at all. She pinched her fingers and nodded, "That's not right. Could it be that there's something wrong with my calculations? Shouldn't you be coming here for Su Younian?"

At this critical moment, he seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be turning back to ask Azak who attacked him.

Zhao Feng rushed forward, trying to pull his lover back. "Azak, you lunatic! Soldiers who attack two stars will be executed."

Azak didn't give him a chance. He pursed his lips and chuckled, shook his head, and pulled the trigger: "I've already killed six people. You guys would also be executed. If I can save the life of the most promising young man in H City, then I don't mind dying with my worthless life."

Azak's eyes were filled with world-weariness and contempt.

The little pink-haired girl walked over barefoot, grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it, her round eyes were filled with tears tonight.

He wiped the tears that kept flowing out with one hand and said with a sob: "Aza... cough cough cough, Ke, don't hurt my... cough cough, brother cough?"

The thin body looked like a fallen leaf in the strong wind that could be blown away at any time.

Those who wanted to catch him could not keep him.

"Where are your medicines? Didn't you say you had undergone heart surgery?" Azak grabbed Nangong Ling's neck and reached into his trouser pocket.

If the heart attack relapses, Song Hua has to finish the medicine in time, so as a killer, his pockets are full of various life-saving medicines.

Tear marks covered the pink-haired little girl's porcelain-white face. She stood on her scarred feet and tried to put her cold hands on Azak's face. She trembled and said with a breath, "It...it didn't work. I don't want you to hurt my brother. Azak, aren't we good friends?"

Azak's heart trembled.

The word "good friend" means so much to him.

When his good friend was taking the military rank exam, he was directly eliminated by the system because he came from a riot zone.

Even though his grades were a million times better than Nangong Ling's now, among all his friends, the pink-haired girl was the best to him.

Although sometimes she likes him or scolds him, the little pink-haired boy is very hypocritical.

After making him stand again, the servants would bring him good food. When the captain of the Zhou family's bodyguards excluded him, Zhou Hua would show his little master's temper and let him live in the bedroom.

In his 20 years as a killer, he had never met anyone as warm-hearted as Little Pink Hair.

He put down the gun in his hand, hunched over, and bent down to show Song Hua the back of his neck. He handed over the medicine bag with crooked handwriting on it with both hands: "Master, I have medicine in my pocket."

"I don't want it, I want you to come over and give it to me!" Song Hua was anxious, and her snot and saliva dripped down her delicate chin onto her clothes.

Azak looked up at him and wanted to stop right then and there, but he was responsible for the children of the entire riot zone.

Song Hua cried loudly: "If you dare to hurt my brother! I will never play with you again!"

He stood in the wind, coughing violently: "They all say I'm a fool and a sickly person, but you're the only one willing to play with me and accompany me to this hellish place for internship. Are you going to abandon me now too?"

He raised his voice and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Azak, you can't let me down."

Metaverse Learning Program (12)

"Master, I surrender! I really surrender. Come here quickly and take the medicine." Azak knelt on the ground, strode over, and shook out the prepared medicine.

His rough hands carefully opened the medicine package that was held in his plastic bag and took out the pills one by one. "My water is dirty and there is no Baisuishan here. I will go to the supermarket to get it for you later. Take the medicine quickly."

The weak little pink-haired boy's waist weakened, and he leaned forward and almost fell to the ground. Azak stepped forward to support him.

A murderous look flashed in Zhou Hua's eyes. He used all his strength to lift his leg and bumped it into Azak's chest. He quickly put two fingers together and snatched the pistol from Azak's waist. He aimed the cold muzzle at Azak's shoulder and said sternly, "Tell me why you attacked my brother!"

“…Master.” Azak lowered his eyelids, his hands hanging at his sides, and the white pills slipped from his fingertips one by one and fell to the ground.

Zhou Hua raised her chin in disdain and thrust the muzzle of her gun into his shoulder. "If you don't speak, I'll shoot you. You're a riot zone rioter, and you don't have any help here, do you?"

Nangong Ling took out a handkerchief and wiped her beautiful and extremely clean fingers. She squinted her eyes but still couldn't figure out why Azak's target of attack was him and not Su Younian?

She even casually reminded the pink-haired girl: "Xiaohua, be more polite to the guests."

"You lied to me?" Azak's lips trembled, pain spread throughout his limbs, and it felt like a spinning thorn was drilling into his heart.

Every time, whenever he faced Song Hua, he would always lose miserably!

"You trust me too much?" There was no expression on the pink-haired man's face. His soft white fingers pulled the trigger skillfully, as if he had thought of something. He laughed at himself and said, "Come to think of it, it was my Azak who taught me how to shoot."

"You lied to me!" Azak's eyes were bloodshot, and he pounded his chest twice, "You damn plains people!"

Zhou Hua just thought that Azak was too stupid, so she kindly reminded him: "Do you think that if my heart is not healed, will the old lady in our family be willing to let me out?"

Nangong Ling, who was wiping her fingers with a handkerchief, heard this and angrily interrupted: "Zhou Hua, watch your words! That's your grandmother!"

"She is not my grandma. She stopped being one when she kicked you and mom out!" Zhou Hua went crazy. He actually pointed the gun at Nangong Ling.

Su Younian and Zhao Feng hugged each other tightly, unable to understand what was going on.

Nangong Ling knew he wouldn't shoot, so she rushed over and slapped him hard, coaxing him: "Zhou Hua, this is my business! Zhou Jia has never owed you anything!"

"Get out of here! Don't bully the young master!" Azak immediately jumped over to protect his master and pressed Nangong Ling's shoulders hard.

When the pink-haired boy saw someone bullying his brother, he grabbed Azak's wrist and said, "Don't push my brother!"

Su Younian sat on the bench the whole time, without even moving. He wished he could take a handful of melon seeds and crack them while watching: "Your circle is so messy!" He crossed his legs and watched the drama.

Zhao Feng saw Azak's bizarre appearance and the gun that the pink-haired girl had modified by coating it with cream glue.

He knew that the bullet would not be fired tonight.

Zhao Feng handed Su Younian a bottle of juice, sat down next to him, and said honestly: "I don't know, it seems that little pink-haired girl likes my wife."

"Oh my god! Six!" Su Younian clenched his hand into a fist, with only his thumb and little finger raised, making a 6.

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and emphasized: "My wife doesn't like him!"

Su Younian's own family was a mess, so he stopped commenting and leaned over to whisper in Zhao Feng's ear, asking, "Are you going to investigate this case? How did it turn into a family ethics war?"

In fact, Azak's personality doesn't seem like he would kill, but only he could cut that blade.

Azak is a person who is easily swayed by emotions. In other words, he regards the little pink-haired girl as the most important person and will not do anything to scare the little pink-haired girl.

Zhou Hua's shoulders were trembling. After being beaten by his brother, he knelt on the ground and cried softly.

In a blink of an eye, he returned the gun to Azak. The murderous look in his round eyes disappeared, and his round fingertips touched the scar on the back of Azak's neck: "Azak, why did you kill so many people? I wanted to save you."

Su Younian was crunching potato chips, almost frightened to death: "Holy shit! Is he mentally ill?"

Zhao Feng had been with Nangong Ling for quite some time and knew Zhou Hua quite well. He whispered to Su Younian, "He seems to have two personalities, and they don't like the same person. It's said that his health is poor because his secondary personality is too overbearing. He doesn't allow his primary personality to like other people, and he's taken a lot of incompatible medicine."

Su Younian suddenly realized: "Hmm...now it seems that the secondary personality likes your partner, and the main personality likes Azak!"

Azak must have known that Zhou Hua had a dual personality, right? He hugged his body and helped him breathe: "I... I didn't kill anyone. How are you, young master?"

Come on, I understand now. Zhou Hua is Zhou Hua, and Xiaofenmao is Xiaofenmao. How tiring must it be to get along with such a schizophrenic patient?

"Okay, okay, stop hugging each other. We need to find the murderer." Su Younian flicked the dust off his pants and stopped watching their sad drama.

Nangong Ling was sorting out the data and looked up and asked: "Isn't it Azak?" The police station's big data will not be wrong.

Su Younian crossed his arms, supported the nonexistent glasses on his nose, and asked, "Azak, tell me, who is behind you?"

It was completely silent. You could hear a pin drop...

awkward.

The attempt to pretend to be smart failed.

Azak said: "It's all Nangong Ling's fault!"

Nangong Ling said: "Hello, I am Nangong Ling."

Nangong Ling has lived for half of his life, and the thing he is least afraid of is confronting others.

In the summer when he was seventeen, his mother asked him if he pushed his grandmother down the stairs, and he could answer yes without blinking. He had given in for the little pink-haired girl many times.

There is no shortage of the tone of confrontation with others and the grievance of being wronged.

This time, the entire riot zone is at stake. He doesn't want to be the bad guy. To put it bluntly, he wants to leave a good reputation for running for the next leader of Continent H.

There are both good and bad people in the riot zone.