365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

September 11, rainy day.

It was fine during the day. At night, it seemed like the gate was completely opened. The rain rushed out unscrupulously and cracked the leaves. The members who went out to work came back and changed their clothes. After a day of tiredness, they fell asleep early.

The ponytail man just came back, took a shower, missed dinner, was making up, and left some food in the kitchen.

Xia Yihan sat next to him. Today, she was wearing a loose denim jacket with her hair **** high. The wound on her face was almost healed, and then faded away. There is also the original baby fat, the contour of the lower jaw is prominent, and the side face is clean. And refreshing.

She usually avoids the ponytail man deliberately, and does not even want to breathe a piece of air with him, but she has been swaying frequently these days, as if he was afraid that he would be blind and invisible.

The pony-tailed man didn't say hello, and read the newspaper while eating braised eggs.

Xia Yihan stretched out his hand and grabbed an egg, grabbed the food from someone, and didn't say any thanks. He peeled it off without saying a word. The egg became slippery in a short while in her hand, revealing the egg whites inside.

"Let's make a hand."

The pony tailed man ignored her, he was crazy to make up his points.

He didn't lift his eyes, his gaze still stayed on the newspaper. For a moment, he suddenly felt thorns and closed his eyes quickly-Xia Yihan picked up the meat porridge and splashed it on his face.

The pony-tailed man hurriedly rubbed up, pulled up the napkin on the table, wiped his face, his eyes were frozen, "You **** sick?"

Xia Yihan stood up, fetched a spring, spring, and knife from his pocket, the blade popped out, the silver light appeared, the tip of the knife moved forward, and it attacked the target.

The pony-tailed man ignored his burnt face and hurriedly avoided. Fortunately, the dining area was spacious. He stretched out to avoid the attack of sharp knives, but the clothes were still torn. A good sports sweater soon became a cloth strip, and the torn was quite styled.

Xia Yihan suddenly stopped attacking, standing still looking at him, admiring his work.

Looking down at the clothes on his body, or the collection of cloth strips, the pony-tailed man became angry. Xia Yihan was deliberately embarrassing him!

When he raised his head again, his complexion was cold to below zero, as if he had just taken it out of the refrigerator: "I'll say it again, you **** curb it, otherwise I can chop you out according to the rules.

Xia Yihan sat back, still holding the bullet spring knife in his hand: "You don't have to worry about the rules, because you will live soon."

The ponytailed man looked at her like a fool: "You want to kill me? Do you know what you will end up with!"

Xia Yihan played with the blade of the sword, his expression unchanged, and his eyes even a bit playful, as if he was thinking about **** people with less effort.

Seeing that she was calm and composed, the horse-tailed man started to turn around—she was not a disorderly person, and she was even more disciplined than him. Without some kind of permission, she would not act rashly, at least not so openly.

With a guilty feeling in his heart, the pony-tailed man caught someone in his peripheral vision. He turned his head and saw Cheng Yan standing at the door, his body straight, his hands behind his back, staring motionlessly at this side, like a "witness."

The pony-tailed man's expression froze, and he couldn't freeze it anymore. A crack appeared. He suddenly understood that this was the dean's order.

There was a sense of horror as the blade pierced the clothes and the tip of the blade touched the skin. His little finger trembled. He hurriedly put his hand in his pocket and maintained his usual arrogance: "The reason, I want to know the reason!"

He wants to see the dean.

Xia Yihan raised his eyes, and his voice was so low that he was imitating the person: "He asked me to tell you that your points have been confiscated, and you can just install an air conditioner in every room."

After he finished speaking, before he could react, Xia Yihan held the handle of the knife and raised his hand to stab the spring knife into the dining table. The tip of the knife pierced through the cracks of the wooden tabletop. It was very ear-shaking. He hit his eardrums directly, and the ponytail man's heart trembled. Can't help but step back.

Xia Yihan approached in an instant, raised his foot and kicked, and the pony-tailed man grabbed her ankle all at once: "I don't believe that the dean wants my life. If I really want to kill me, I won't send you."

Xia Yihan kept his side kicking posture, the corners of his mouth raised and smiled. The ponytail man thought she was going to say something. The next second, he bent down sharply-Xia Yihan pulled his legs back hard, and diverted to press down halfway. Strong, shaking his whole body together.

The pony-tailed man quickly let go of her ankle and stepped back. Xia Yihan raised his foot and caught up with him, not giving him a chance to breathe.

With a kick on his knees, the pony-tailed man fell to his knees, and his whole person was in a state of confusion. A few months ago, this person was still his own defeated opponent. There is room to fight back?

Which brand of excitement, excitement, agent did she use!

Seeing him kneel down, Xia Yihan did his best thing, raised his foot and kicked him in the face. The pony-tailed man leaned back, his hair tied behind his head was loose and messy. The whole person was like a broom, but it was still useful. Straw broom for seven or eight years.

Seeing his inhuman and ghostly appearance, Xia Yihan was grateful. She should be grateful to Big Beard and Tai Shan. Although they made her not as good as dead, they at least forced her to grow up in a brutal and inhuman way. In time, he surpassed the ponytail man and completed a qualitative leap.

Over the past month, Xia Yihan asked him to teach himself Kung Fu, saying that he wanted to learn leg skills, but in fact, he wanted to find out his tricks. In addition, after watching him training for a year, she already knew his strength well. Now tidying him up is like tidying up a cooked duck, plucking his hair, not spending any energy.

The pony-tailed man knew that he was in danger, so he changed his tactics in time. He took advantage of Xia Yihan's effort to look at the "trophies" and planned to discuss: "Don't kill me, I will give you all the points!"

Xia Yihan looked at the adult brother on one side. She squatted down, her hands on her knees, her whole body loose, but her tone was earnest and earnest: "The points in the organization are not transferable and cannot be faked. This is a rule. I hope you remember this before you die. a little!"

The pony-tailed man was shocked. He panted hard, trying to swear, scolding the dog thing in front of him-he finally realized how he was being fooled.

A month ago, Xia Yihan asked him to make a deal. He clearly wanted to prepare for the arena, but in fact, he just wanted to lead him to violate the rules. She saw his anxiety about the points, and used this point in a convenient way. As expected, he opened his mouth and asked her to buy expensive items and was led astray.

At that time, his own points were frozen. This was a real punishment. Everyone was in a state of watching a good show, thinking that he would lose his status, but a few high-point members were eager to try and want to replace him.

During this period, Xia Yihan bought luxury items for the organization, and was thanked by all the staff. Afterwards, the ponytail man personally opened a small stove for her and patiently guided her in action, which is a rare sight in 800 years.

Several high-scoring members couldn't help but suspect that the ponytail man was trying to get close to him, trying to please Xia Yihan, because as the person closest to the dean, he had a hunch about who the next second in command would be.

Several members with high points couldn't figure it out. Xia Yihan's points were clearly not the top ones, so why did he become a candidate?

Those three luxurious massage chairs are quite suspicious!

So they followed Xia Yihan and spent a lot of money to buy expensive items for the organization. Even if they faced the danger of declining points, they had to take the opportunity to take advantage of them.

In the end, a strange phenomenon appeared. The ponytail men's points were frozen. It should be a dangerous period, but it was the most stable. Other competitors dropped sharply. This discerning person knew what was going on at a glance-cheating!

In fact, Xia Yihan had thought that the dean would interrogate the pony-tailed man after he found something tricky. The pony-tailed man would protect himself. He would try his best to insist that the matter has nothing to do with him, and even give her out.

However, Xia Yihan observed meticulously and guessed that the dean’s emotions towards the pony-tailed man had accumulated to a certain extent. From the first time she appeared, the pony-tailed man broke the rules in front of him. This time he was frozen in points. After the idea of ​​replacing people, he just needed an opportunity, a legitimate excuse, and Xia Yihan planned to offer an opportunity, a high-sounding reason, so that the dean of the "wise leader" can order the murder in an open manner.

After figuring out Xia Yihan's ghost tricks, the ponytail man felt a bitter chill. He used to think she was cruel, but he didn't expect to be so yin, even yin than the little ghost in hell!

In despair, he yelled: "You **** mean..."

Xia Yihan didn't give him a chance to shake his own crime, kicked him in the mouth, almost kicked his teeth to pieces.

After a few kicks in this row, the pony-tailed man was already unconscious, lying on the ground like mud.

Xia Yihan squatted down beside him, stretched out his hand to wrap his hair behind his ears, and exposed his ears so that he could hear her completely.

"Actually, I shouldn't kill you. You took me to train for a year. I should be grateful to you, so I am very embarrassed. So, in the room on this floor, you beg someone, if he is willing to intercede for you , I will let you go, what do you think?"

The pony-tailed man nodded hard, and finally realized clearly that now he was crying and crying to see if the dean's fart is useful, and it was the man in front of him that decided his life and death.

Xia Yihan looked at the clock on the wall: "It's now 09:06:59. I'll give you an hour. After an hour, I'll come to ask for the result."

After speaking, she sat back at the dining table, picked up the marinated egg on the plate, and peeled it up again, intending to eat it for the ponytail man and not waste food.

The pony-tailed man crawled under her feet, pinched her ankles with very light force, and looked up at her.

Xia Yihan glanced at him: "Don't beg me, I'm the most inhumane in this room. If I want to survive, change my partner."

Knowing that what she said was true, the pony-tailed man looked up to see his brother, and then dismissed the idea: When solving internal members, the witness is only responsible for supervision, not participating in the action, and will not intervene.

The pony-tailed man hesitated for a moment, and crawled to the room where the third-level members were.

After he entered the house, everyone in the room stood up and looked at him one after another. His face was bloody, his hair was disheveled, his hands were injured, and he was in the shape of chicken feet, and he couldn't stand up.

The pony-tailed man crawled to the first bed. He was a teenage boy. He was clean when he came in, but he suffered from insomnia recently. His eyes were dark and he looked several years old.

The pony-tailed man grabbed his hand and rolled his throat: "Someone wants to kill me, someone wants to kill me, you help me plead! You help me plead, I can help you upgrade in the future, you don't need to beg anymore!"

The little boy opened his eyes and looked straight at him, but he didn't say a word. There was some distress in his eyes, but in addition to the distress, it was more about relief-it seemed that he had finally finished the exam and his tight nerves were loosened.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken all the time and had no time to waste, the pony tailed man changed his target. He walked to the bed of Chen Xing, tears streaming down: "You help me! I know I bullied you before, but I won't be anymore. If I'm leaving, the person who succeeded me will doubly bully you, even for your own sake, help me this time!"

Chen Xing approached him: "We might rather watch you die than the pain in the future."

The ponytailed man’s tears and blood scabs mixed and crawled beside the third child. He took a spit before he asked. He remembered that this child had only been electrocuted last week, and the electrocution caused him incontinence.

...

An hour later, Xia Yihan came to pick up people on time.

She crossed her hands, leaned on the door frame, and looked around, without questioning, she knew the result when she saw the scene in the house.

It seems that the ponytail man performed poorly and did not win the hearts of the audience.

She came forward, grabbed the ponytail man's arm, and dragged him out to the small black room at the end of the corridor...This is also the "life and death room" where she grabbed food with other children when she entered the organization.

The pony-tailed man wanted to struggle to death. Xia Yihan grabbed his arm with one hand and fixed his shoulder with the other: "You wanted to fold my arm like this, right?"

After speaking, he used his hands to force back and forth in opposite directions, and with a click, the pony-tailed man's arm was broken, followed by his heart-piercing shouts and swear words mixed with dirty words.

Xia Yihan lowered his eyes and looked extremely cold, as if looking at an animal, an object, a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

The next day, the ponytailed man formally joined the third-level members. Together with everyone, he was arranged to go out to beg and work until the evening before being picked up.

A week later, a second-level member found that the pony-tailed man was dead on the bed. He tore his clothes into strips, tied them to the bed, and strangled himself.

Chen Xing told Xia Yihan that the pony-tailed man said that he was too embarrassed on the street and he didn't want to live anymore.

Xia Yihan looked at the cyanotic corpse, pulled a piece of cloth to cover him, and told the flat-headed young man: "Send to the crematorium, and remember to send two packs of cigarettes to the incinerator when you go."