Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Chapter 888 Steamed Egg

On the other side, the naughty kid had climbed onto the windowsill and opened the window.

There was a corroded, fragile screen on the outside of the window. The naughty child only pushed it twice and the screen broke.

He didn't feel safe in this strange house. Or rather, he was always afraid when he was in a strange place.

The naughty kid stuck his head out and tried to pass through the guardrail, but he encountered a problem: the guardrail was narrower than his head and he couldn't pass through.

He had misjudged the ball earlier, thinking he could pass through the guardrail, but now it seems that he only passed through with his body.

The thought of this made the child feel a little depressed. He quietly retreated into the house and closed the window. He even carefully wiped away the footprints on the windowsill and moved the stool he used to stand on back to its original place.

As for the damaged window screen, there was nothing he could do.

After cleaning up the traces, the kid started searching the entire house, trying to find some tools to defend himself.

He found a few cutting knives in the kitchen, but they were too large to be hidden, so he didn't choose them.

He then found a gun under the bed in the bedroom.

The kid was stunned for a moment, but after a closer inspection, he realized that the gun was just a replica, not a real gun. But if an outsider didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to tell.

But this fake gun was of no use to the kid. He put the gun back and continued searching.

So the naughty kid searched through all the boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally found an exquisite multi-functional folding knife in a drawer.

The folding knife integrates many small tools, including screwdrivers, wine openers, ear picks, etc.

The naughty kid took out the screwdriver and poked it into the air a few times.

After getting familiar with the feel, he hid it in his clothes.

He did not choose to use a knife because the instructor had told him in his previous training that stabbing was the best method, so he chose a screwdriver.

He then recovered the scene, sat in front of the TV and continued playing games. This old-fashioned game console could only play some pixel-style games.

The naughty kid used to be addicted to such games, but now he is distracted while playing, and some bad memories begin to flash in his mind.

He was sent to a strange place and met a group of strange people. They were very fierce and although they didn't beat him, they insulted him.

They taught him how to use cold weapons and pistols. They even taught him how to survive in the wild, how to maintain high-speed movement for a long time, and how to climb some common obstacles...

Although the naughty kid learned a lot of knowledge in the training, he lived in fear every day because if any child did not complete the training target, he would be punished.

Although the naughty kids were not punished, the punishments they received were scary just to look at.

Whipping is just a minor matter, acupuncture is just routine, and electric shock is the ultimate intensity.

And if the punished person breaks down and keeps crying, he or she will be treated specially.

The naughty boy had a strong premonition at the time that those terrible punishments would be used on him sooner or later.

He thought about escaping, but the security in that place was too tight.

A few kids who wanted to escape were not only severely beaten, but also locked up in a dark room for a long time. The kids were frightened and never dared to run away again.

But just when he was ready to accept everything, he was inexplicably released. The kid didn't know why this happened, but it was good to be able to leave that terrible place.

But everything he experienced in that place has become a psychological shadow in him. Now the naughty child is much more introverted, and he has an instinctive fear of all unfamiliar things.

There was a sound of keys turning at the door, and the naughty kid immediately stood up and looked towards the door vigilantly. He gently placed his hand on the place where the knife was hidden, so that he could take out the self-defense weapon at any time.

But when he saw the two people coming in, the naughty child broke down and ran over. He threw himself into his father's arms and started crying loudly.

The director quickly closed the door, sat on the sofa in the living room and lit a cigarette.

He stared at the two people at the door and began to calculate in his mind. He knew that the father of the naughty child still retained some of the conscience of an ordinary person.

But this is not a good thing in the director's opinion. He must make the father of the naughty child adapt to everything as soon as possible.

At this time, the father of the naughty child hugged his child, and warmth surged in his heart again.

The warmth of this little creature in his arms was like a furnace lighting up his heart. All the sinful shadows that had previously lingered on him were quickly melted away by this warmth.

He began to blame his past self in his heart. Why did he want to abandon his child?

The father of the naughty child shed tears silently. He was indeed blinded by money. But all this disappeared after seeing the child.

He wanted to take on his father's responsibilities again and take good care of his children. He really wanted to quit.

He turned his head slightly to look at the director sitting on the sofa. The director was puffing away at the cigarette, seemingly not caring at all about the children not being exposed to secondhand smoke.

In fact, this is intentional by the director. He is testing the obedience of the father of the naughty child to see what kind of choice he will make between his child and his career.

"Please put out your cigarette, there are children here." The father of the naughty child made a reasonable request.

But the director sneered. "What's wrong? Are you turning your back on me so quickly?"

"I'm sorry, after seeing this child, I knew I should live for him. Let's end it! Let all this be over." The father picked up the child and prepared to leave.

"Aren't you afraid of being ruined? We can create gods, and we can also destroy gods. With just a little guidance from us, your whole family will become notorious!" The director's expression turned cold.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across the face of the naughty child's father.

The naughty child shrank back into his father's arms. He could sense the intense malice emanating from the director, a malice no weaker than that of the strangers who had trained him.

"Dad... I'm scared..." the naughty kid shouted subconsciously.

"..." The child's father patted the child's back gently. To be honest, he was also scared, but he still resolutely grasped the door handle and prepared to leave.

"How dare you!!!" The director was furious! He rushed towards the father of the naughty child with great momentum.

The father of the naughty child was a little stunned, and the naughty child screamed...

"what!!!!"

……

40 minutes later, the police arrived here.

They quickly controlled the naughty child's father.

The child was so frightened when he saw this that he burst into tears. The policewoman standing by was responsible for calming the child down.

The naughty child and his father were taken into a police car, which left quickly.

The crowd around them cast curious glances over here, while the police pulled up the banners. Judging from the situation, it seemed that a murder had occurred inside.

After a while, inside the interrogation room...

"Were you the one who called the police?" asked a policeman.

"Yes." The naughty child's father nodded and replied.

"You killed that man too, right?"

"Yes."

"What did you guys clash over?"

"It's a long story..." The father of the naughty child lowered his head slightly and began to narrate what happened.

In the office on the other side, the naughty child finally stopped crying with the patient comfort of the female police officer.

"Little brother, sister will ask you a few questions, you answer them well. If you answer well, these candies will be yours."

"Yeah..." The naughty kid nodded vigorously.

"Can you describe the scene again?"

“…” The naughty kid looked a little hesitant.

"If you don't want to, forget it..."

"Well... there was a bad guy, he pointed a gun at dad. He didn't let dad leave... Dad was scared so he stabbed him. Then the bad guy lay on the ground motionless, he bled a lot..." The naughty kid said intermittently.

"Oh? Then what did your father use to poke the bad guy?" the female police officer continued to ask.

"Just a small knife~ Daddy just poked it like that..." The naughty kid poked the air in an imitating manner.

"Okay, I understand. These candies are for you." The female police officer gave the candies to the naughty child. The naughty child happily took the candies and started eating them.

Looking at the naughty kid happily eating candy, the female police officer seemed to be thinking about something.

She then made a few more phone calls to the on-site investigators, and after learning some details, she had a relatively deep understanding of the case.

Soon, the naughty child's father also finished explaining everything.

After the police officers collected all the evidence, they held a small meeting in the office.

"The deceased this time was a TV show director, and most of you should have seen the shows he directed."

"According to the suspect's confession, his son was abducted by a human trafficking organization and disappeared, but for some reason, the trafficking organization released his son."

"To maintain the popularity of the show, the director hoped that the suspect would hide his son. However, the suspect did not want to do so. An argument broke out between the two sides, which eventually escalated into a fight."

"During the fight, the director threatened the suspect with a replica gun. The suspect, under pressure, pulled out a multi-purpose knife and stabbed the director in the neck."

"That's basically what happened. Does anyone have anything to add?"

"Captain, I think this incident is fraught with doubt. First, why was the suspect's child released for no apparent reason? And the person who picked up the child was the director. I suspect there's something fishy going on. The director might be connected to that human trafficking organization."

"Well, we can't rule out this possibility." The captain nodded. He also felt that there was something strange about this.

"Also, based on the report from my forensic colleagues, I believe the suspect didn't actually intend to kill the victim. The forensic examination showed that the knife strike was very weak, and it was just bad luck that it just happened to sever the artery. If the knife had been a little more off-center, it wouldn't have been fatal."

"Furthermore, the weapon the suspect used was rather unusual. If he truly intended to kill, he would have used a blade from a multi-tool, not a screwdriver. Therefore, I believe the suspect had no subjective intention to kill the victim. He simply acted under pressure."

Everyone nodded silently when they heard this, and everyone felt that the director was unlucky.

"But I'm a little curious. Why did the suspect react so strongly? Guns are banned in our country. Even if the director showed a very realistic gun, a normal person would subconsciously think it was fake, right?" another police officer asked curiously.

"This is probably related to the suspect's experience. His wife and son were both kidnapped by human traffickers. His wife was even forced to become a killer."

"After experiencing this, the suspect's inner structure is no longer the same as that of a normal person. It is understandable that he would mistake a simulation gun for a real gun," the captain speculated.

"Alas~ What a miserable family they are." Everyone sighed.