human suffering

Chapter 1192 Stockholm

Hearing Young Master Long's objection, he immediately became furious that day.

"What are you against?
Could it be that He Naizi is also Boss Tong's undercover agent?

After a while, did you say that Xiang Liu was also arranged by Boss Tong?
Then why did we all call us here when we made such a fuss today?
Is it just for the ceremony? "

Well, this bombing is indeed well-founded. If it is said that these are all arranged by Tong Ai's family and are all within the plan, is it really unreasonable?
Cai Gen and Tong Aijia looked at Long Shao together, not understanding what he meant?
Obviously, your undercover status has been confirmed, and you have been picked out, and now He Naizi is going to be dealt with, what do you object to?

After Long Shao's life safety was guaranteed, many ideas sprouted.

He was killed together with He Naizi, there is nothing to say, since he is dead, there is nothing to say.

At present, Long Shao himself is fine, and He Naizi is going to be killed, and he looks a little bit uncomfortable.

The scenes of He Naizi risking his life to protect himself just now are always lingering in front of Long Shao's eyes.

It was also like a needle, constantly stimulating his numb nerves.

"Master, this He Naizi has committed a heinous crime and must be severely punished, that's for sure.

However, Boss Cai has already said that Captain Huang needs to arrest He Naizi on behalf of the authorities. Isn't it good for us to use lynching? "

Starting from Long Shao's cognition, no matter who it is, he should give the official representative a little face, so he took it for granted, and found out what he thought was the most tenable excuse to save He Nazi's life.

It's a pity that due to the limitations of cognition, Long Shao's excuse is really untenable, and even if he stands up, he will have to be discounted by his legs.

Tong Aijia mistakenly thought that Young Master Long was thorough in his work, and he didn't want to offend Tianting because of such a thing, so he was a little satisfied.

"Don't worry, apprentice. No one can control the affairs of our shamanism. You don't need to act according to other people's faces. You think too much about this."

Damn, Young Master Long has a lot of complaints in his heart, just now Cai Gen obviously interfered in your shamanism, and you also saw Cai Gen's face, why is he so forgetful?
Seeing that Tong Ai's family was not on his side, Long Shao walked up to Cai Gen's side, his voice was very low, he was afraid that others would hear him, after all, his words were not so righteous.

"Boss Cai, can you let He Nazi go?
I don't comment on whether she is a good person, but she is really kind to me. "

Cai Gen was very surprised by Long Shao's attitude, as if he didn't know him.

There are not many people who are so affectionate and righteous as a gangster at the bottom of society.

"Young Master Long, do you have Stockholm Syndrome?
Why do you still have feelings for He Nazi?
She is the perpetrator and you are the victim. "

Out of surprise, Cai Gen's voice was a little louder, and the friends around him heard it, and then they came together to gossip.

Duan Xiaolong was sensitive to the technical terminology in his field, and immediately regained his energy.

"Cai Gangzi, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand.

The probability of Stockholm Syndrome is very small, as long as the heart is normal and there is no emotional loss, you will not get it.

Moreover, as the perpetrator's favor disappears, so will the victim's symptoms, and it is not an emotion that remains permanently.

From my point of view, Long Shao must have been extremely lacking in love since he was a child, and the love came too suddenly by chance, and he hadn't adapted yet, so he developed a thinking inertia of being loved.

Blinded by the false emotions created by one's own brain, simply put, it is a little bit smart, just give it a beat. "

After Duan Xiaohong's professional interpretation, judging by Long Shao's expression, the symptoms have not been relieved. Could it be that a beating is really enough?
"Boss Cai, you can beat me up as long as you save He Naizi."

Cai Gen unconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to smack Long Shao, but he resisted and did not do it.

Feeling Cai Gen's anger, Xiao Sun wanted to enlighten Shao Long by reason of shaving his head.

"Young Master Long, don't be angry with Third Uncle.

Do you know what the more than 100 villagers lying there have experienced?

Did you know that He Naizi almost killed so many people?

If the third uncle hadn't come, those villagers would have died, you know?

If He Naizi is not dead, how can he give those villagers an explanation? "

Long Shao looked guiltily at the edge of the formation, as well as the over 100 villagers lying there, feeling very uncomfortable.

However, what haunts Young Master Long now is He Naizi's meaningless life and death, protecting his smiling face in the future.

This kind of emotion makes Long Shao crazy. In He Naizi's smiling face, many things can be melted, including good and evil, including good and bad, and even morality and justice.

"The villagers were hurt by the dead air, not He Nazi, you misunderstood her about this matter.

When we got here, the villagers had already”

"Okay, Young Master Long, don't talk anymore, if you keep talking and the master doesn't do anything, I'll want to beat you.

Those evil spirits in Taiqinggou Village were recruited by He Naizi, right?
The invitation is to sacrifice these villagers, right?
It can only be said that God has the virtue of being good at life, she just attempted to commit a crime, she is definitely not as innocent as you said. "

Xiao Tianmao easily shattered Young Master Long's excuse, making his explanation vulnerable.

Facts are facts, Long Shao can't wash, indeed can't, and can't clean.

But
But
Long Shao was still not reconciled, and was about to continue making excuses, when a hoarse shout came from He Naizi's direction.

"No, please. Don't."

It turned out that upon hearing Tong Ai's family's refusal, the ceremony of cleaning up the house began.

Yi was very active that day, as if to hit He Naizi, and help him vent the anger he suffered from Young Master Long.

"From the moment you moved the ancestral soul, you will think of this day.

Be strong, you are a master after all, don't be looked down upon.

I will destroy your natal drum first, and you will not be able to use the craft taught by the shaman in the future. "

As he said that, he snatched He Naizi's black leather drum that day, and scratched it with his fingernails.

As the black skin drum was torn, He Naizi seemed to have suffered great physical and mental injuries, screaming and begging for mercy.

"Oh no. My natal drum.
Kill me, give me a good time. "

That day, the wreckage of a black leather drum was thrown to the ground, grabbed He Naizi's hand, tore her sleeve, and revealed the ancestral pattern on the arm, which was a big black tiger.

"Killing you is certain, but the process will definitely not be happy.

Before we kill you, we need to bring back the shamanism. You don't deserve to die with your ancestral pattern on your shoulders. "

That day, while talking about the pattern of grabbing the big black tiger, it was torn off from He Nazi's arm abruptly, the skin fell off, and He Nazi's arm was bloody and bloody.

"Ah, click, click, click"

Seeing that when he stretched out his hand to grab the ancestral pattern that day, the controlled jaw was struggling continuously, but he was firmly held down by Bi Leng, any thoughts were futile.

"Nimacha He Nai
Hey, forget it. "

After leaving a sentence, the pressing bar turned into a little golden light and dissipated in the air.

(End of this chapter)