Book of Gods and Demons

Franz rushed into the north canteen.

Duden stood up abruptly and raised his hand in salute to Franz.

Vatican waved the book in his hand and yelled to Franz: "Professor Franz, we are protesting... the police school discipline inspection team abuses lynching. If justice is not demonstrated, we reserve the right to take all means. !"

"Making a fool of myself, thinking it would be great to get a lawyer's practice certificate?" Franz glared at Fanlin: "Stand aside, or I will go to your tutor to settle the accounts tonight."

Fanlin shrugged and stood aside obediently.

Franz frowned and looked down at Joe, who was lying on the ground, leaning back into a ‘big’ shape.

He had just vomited a big mouthful of blood, and the blood was running down his chest, and the clothes shattered by Duden on his belly revealed a large white belly. The red blood stained Bai Huahua's belly, the end was very dazzling.

"Duden!" Franz turned around and looked at Duden who was tight.

"Professor, I..." Du Deng's face was pale and his eyes were as nervous as a mouse being stared at by a house cat.

"Containment room until January 1st of next year!" Franz exhaled heavily, and reached out his hand and pointed fiercely outside the cafeteria.

"I..." Duden widened his eyes and looked at Franz incredulously.

"Do you want to get a serious and thorough investigation?" Franz approached Duden, lowered his voice, and muttered in a low voice: "I was outside the door just now. I know what you did, what you said and what you did. ."

Duden gritted his teeth, raised his hand in a salute to Franz again, gritted his teeth and glanced at Joe who was lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth drooped, then turned and ran out of the cafeteria.

Franz also looked down at Joe who was lying on the ground.

He raised his head, waved his hand to Fanlin and other students who watched the excitement in other colleges, and made the gesture of the old rural lady chasing away the chickens: "Go and go, the internal affairs of the Police Academy, you little litigants. Come make trouble."

"Before the law, there is no such thing as'internal affairs'!" Fanlin screamed again suddenly: "Reject unspoken rules, refuse internal processing, refuse to be fooled by favors... open, transparent, fair, and rigorous!"

Many onlookers whistled.

Franz's skinny face twitched... The students' whistles and whistles made Raz tempted. It raised its head and let out a weird howl of a wolf.

"Very well, I will give you openness, transparency, fairness, and rigor... Fanlin, you take people and send Joe to the affiliated hospital." Franz pointed at Fanlin fiercely: "You come and carry him!"

Fanlin's face twitched. He looked at Joe who was lying on the ground like a mountain. He suddenly wanted to cry!

Franz backed his hands, squinted at Fanlin, and said leisurely: "This is what must be done to uphold justice and justice!"

Du Deng trot all the way out of the North Canteen, sullenly and ran to the confinement building of the Police Academy. On the way, a few senior police academy students caught up with him, Duden trot, and murmured a few words to them.

Several old students nodded and turned into the fork in the road.

Half a quarter of an hour later, an old student put on his normal clothes and easily flipped through a ten-foot-high metal fence from a secluded corner of the campus. Outside in the alley, a middle-aged man led a war horse and was already waiting here.

The old student jumped on the horse's back and shook the reins. The horse screamed and trot out.

From the University City all the way to the north, across several inland rivers in Hyderabad, and around several old castles, the old man’s riding skills are quite exquisite, and the horses are also extremely sturdy. He specializes in picking deserted ones. Following the trail, he came to the northern part of Hyderabad after more than an hour, surrounded by a hill that stretched for several miles.

This is the blood kapok hill. In February, March and April, the kapok trees that stretch for several miles bloom blood-red flowers, and the whole hill looks blood-stained.

It was already winter, and the kapok tree on the blood kapok mound had all its leaves, leaving only rugged branches that stretched stubbornly to the sky.

Among the sparse branches, you can see the highest ridge line of the Blood Kapok Hill, and 13 tall monuments lined up in a row.

The old student strangled the reins and solemnly paid his attention to the thirteen monuments. He pressed his right hand to his heart and murmured a few words before he screamed and let the horse continue to move forward. But this time, the war horse changed from running wildly to trotting, and the speed slowed down a lot.

In the depths of the blood kapok mound, surrounded by ancient trees, there is an exquisite small manor.

Several men in hunting suits and sabers around their waists led the hounds, and circled leisurely around the small manor.

Near the front door and the back door of the manor, there is a huge tree of three people holding each other. The two ancient trees have the densest canopies, about one hundred and fifty feet above the ground, and each has a beautifully crafted tree house that is generally used for children to play.

The tree house is inlaid with delicate glass windows, with tulle curtains hung inside.

Behind the gauze curtains, a figure is faintly visible shaking. Looking at the figure, it is obviously impossible to be a child, but an adult.

The old student rode straight into the manor. He jumped off his horse and went straight to the three-story building in the middle of the manor. A quarter of an hour later, he left the small building and jumped directly on the horse. This time, he was not in a hurry at all, instead he rode slowly back to the Judicial University.

In the small building, the entire third floor was opened up and turned into an extremely wide hall.

The furnishings in this hall...are quite similar to Joe's taste of his bedroom and living room in Port Tulum.

A large number of luxurious decorations, such as ivory, whale bones, oil paintings, antiques, art armor, ancient weapons, as well as various specimens of birds of paradise, birds of paradise, huge deer heads, bear heads, lion head specimens, etc. The fun stuff is piled up in the hall, giving people an inexplicable sense of crowding.

In other parts of the hall, tall and short cigar cabinets, wine cabinets, display cabinets, etc., fill up the extra space in the hall.

Some brightly colored long skirts and silk stockings were scattered all over the room indiscriminately.

A erosive and ambiguous perfume rouge scent remained in the air, and some strange smells were looming.

On a large fur sofa, a few untidy young people lay lazily on it. There are dozens of exotic hookahs made of precious materials in front of them. Two young people are holding hoses, puffing out fragrant and rich smoke, slowly spraying strands of milky white from their nostrils. Thick smoke.

The door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and a blond young man with trembling legs walked in staggeringly.

His upper body was bare, and a wide bath towel was wrapped around his waist. His long golden hair was wet, and there were still many water droplets on his reddish face and chest. It was clear that he had just bathed.

"Damn...this mad lady...it is so terrible...I will die if I come with her a few more times." The blond young man swayed to the sofa, and then slammed himself into the soft sofa. in.

A young man lying on the sofa weakly picked up a few thin pieces of paper beside him and threw them to the blond young man lightly.

"The news that Du Deng just sent...The little **** who killed Chacharing has already registered at the Judicial University." The young man said slowly: "Du Deng, this idiot, was pitted into the confinement room. He is going to arrive. It can only be released on New Year's Day."

The blond young man took the paper and said in amazement: "Du Deng? This is a vicious dog from the Judicial School. In the past few years, how many people he has bullied at the Judicial University. He has never suffered a loss and helped us to deal with a lot of disobedience. ... the so-called'civilian elite'!"

Shaking the piece of paper in his hand, the blond young man frowned: "He, is confined? He, is he at a loss?"

The young man who was paralyzed on the sofa said slowly: "In front of many students, he beat up that little hillbilly named Joe Rong Weitu...too many witnesses, no one can help him. "

He sighed heavily, and the young man shook his head: "Du Deng has always been cautious and cautious in his work. It may be that the past few years have been too smooth, so he is a bit mad~www.ltnovel.com~ Isn’t it a little careless, right? Closed for two months. It’s also a good thing to be sober and sober."

The blond young man said solemnly: "But it's closed to the New Year? Who made the penalty? It's too heavy."

The young man stretched out his hands helplessly: "Battering classmates in public... My dear, Du Deng is a rookie who'beats' new schoolmates in public, rather than fighting each other... He beat the little hillbilly to vomit blood in public for two months. Close tightly, slightly heavier, but acceptable."

The blond youth was silent.

The young man said: "This **** little hillbilly...Lucien smashed his head in his hands. Simon was miserable by him. Chachalin volunteered to find his trouble, and got his head crashed on the street...just now. The mad lady who was happily with you, told Matthew to assassinate the dead ghost, ha ha, what happened?"

"Now Duden is also suffering..." The young man squinted and looked at the blond young man a little depressed: "Andrew, dear, is this little hillbilly our nemesis?"

"Nemesis?" Andrew stood up, stretched out his hand, and drew a light and fancy thorn sword from a sword bucket behind the sofa.

"Ha, ha, ha"!

Andrew drank three times, the stabbing sword swung hundreds of silver cold light, the sword wind whizzed out hundreds of feet, shattered the screen curtain behind a floor-to-ceiling window, and sprayed directly out of the room through the window.

"Nemesis?" Andrew shook his head contemptuously: "A hillbilly from Tulum, but luck enough... We are the brotherhood of mutual aid. In the entire Durham Empire, except for a few old guys, who can Is it our nemesis?"

Stabbing the stabbing sword into the sofa casually, Andrew grabbed a few pieces of paper on the sofa and shook vigorously.

"I'm going to see the leader... to be honest, I don't want a hillbilly to be too proud in Hyderabad."