176. Bad nuns need education to become good.

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

176. Bad nuns need education to become good.

The interrogator stood up and moved his arms.

Craig's eyes moved.

Only then did he realize that another man in a white coat was standing stiffly motionless for a long time in the room.

"His electronic brain was hacked by me." the interrogator explained.

"Uh, you are..." Clegg looked at the interrogator doubtfully.

"Don't worry about who I am." The interrogator said with a slight smile, which could make people feel reassured. He took a step or two and continued talking, "In the entire California, the proletarians account for about 85% of the population, and they are the mainstay of the entire structure.

The fixed part or necessary part. If you can make good use of this 85% power, you will be able to realize your ambition."

"I understand..." Craig whispered.

The interrogator stopped pacing and looked at him: "Craig, you are a relatively intelligent person, and you should learn quickly. Let me put it simply: the system in the previous autocratic feudal society was 'you can't

"Do it." People under the capitalist system say, "You have to do it." At this stage, you have to let people know, "You have to do it."

His voice seemed to have a kind of magic, making Clegg's face reveal an expression of excitement and almost madness. He was not pretending, he was not a hypocrite, every word he said was sincere...

The young painter was very sure.

"The road ahead is difficult. Don't be knocked down by temporary difficulties. Remember these words." The interrogator came to the bed. "Friendship, the joy of life, laughter, curiosity, courage, integrity...all the good things are...

We can only rely on the proletarians to fight for it on their own, and don’t expect mercy from the strong.”

"Why are you telling me this?" Clegg asked.

"When you wake up, you will understand." The interrogator said, taking out a bottle of potion, replacing the one on the cabinet, and then glanced at the man in the white coat.

The man just stood motionless the whole time. After receiving the interrogator's instructions, he bent down. He carefully observed Clegg's eyes, tested his pulse, listened to his chest, tapped and touched everywhere, and then asked the interrogator.

The official nodded.

"It can be executed." The interrogator picked up the record card.

Craig lay silently on the bed.

His chest rose and fell a little faster than before. He had not yet asked a question that was on his mind, but the answer to that question seemed self-evident. His lips moved but no sound came out.

The white coat picked up the potion on the table and inserted the needle of the syringe.

Looking at the potion being sucked into the syringe, Craig inevitably felt nervous.

The interrogator held the record card in one hand and put his other hand on his eyes. This gesture reassured him and his attitude was very kind.

Craig felt a needle prick his arm.

A comfortable warmth immediately spread throughout the body, the pain was all forgotten, and the consciousness became dark.

The man in the white coat stared at the various instruments beside the bed for a long time. After all the vital signs returned to zero, he turned to look at the interrogator: "Sir, the prisoner has been confirmed dead."

"OK."

The interrogator signed the record card and handed him the white coat.

After the white coat also signed, he pressed the button on the bedside. Soon, the door was pushed open, and two prison guards pushing a hospital bed cart walked in. They carried the body onto the hospital bed cart and completed the handover with the interrogator.

, pushing the body out of the room.

The interrogator's vision blurred for a moment and he rubbed his eyes.

There was no one on the hospital bed.

"What's going on?" he asked the man in the white coat.

The white coat looked at him doubtfully: "The body has been taken away, sir."

"Oh, really?"

The interrogator was a little confused.

After thinking about it hard, it seemed that the execution had indeed taken place just now. Then I looked down at the signature on the record card... Yes, the person is dead, there can be no mistake.

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A few hundred meters ahead of the gate of Stanley Prison.

Sister Marlene was wearing a red dress and a white fur coat standing in the snow. Her long hair was simply tied behind her head, and her charming face was not so sharp in the snow.

The dew looks a bit more feminine against the backdrop of white fur.

Beauty and snow have been romantic and elegant since ancient times, and Kecuo regards it as a beautiful article.

It is located in a heavily guarded island area, backed by several high hills, and is a small peninsula extending to the sea. It is surrounded by mountains and sea, with snow-covered mountains and forests on one side and the vast ocean on the other. The scenery is vast and magnificent.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you don't have a good mood to enjoy it, it will be like a wasteland.

"Dog stuff..."

Sister Marlene cursed under her breath.

She lowered her eyelids and held the collar of her snow-white fur coat with her little hands, covering her little face.

The wind and snow washed away the beauty on her eyebrows, leaving her looking a bit delicate and beautiful, as graceful and elegant as an ancient boudoir who never left home. Especially the hint of resentment between her eyebrows made her look even more...

People feel affection when they see it.

Bad nuns are just unhappy.

I just took her body last night, shouldn’t I spend time with her today? How can I be so ruthless and work as hard as I want, and ignore how much this woman wants to be tender for a while longer...

Theresia held an umbrella and looked doubtfully at Aunt Marlene, who was in a depressed mood.

If she knew that her Aunt Marlene kicked Nance out of bed and drove him to work, then complained that Nance didn't spend much time with her, her jaw would probably drop.

After a long time, Sister Marlene suddenly raised her head.

The field of vision extended forward, and a garbage truck slowly drove out from the prison gate.

She stood quietly in the wind and snow, with the wind and snow filling her eyes.

The man who drives the garbage truck is naturally Nance who controls other people's electronic brains.

"Dog stuff..."

Sister Marlene muttered something, turned around and got into the car.

Theresia also quickly got in the car.

This car led the way, in tandem with the garbage truck, and drove away from the island area. Under the Qingshan Bridge, Marlene asked the body to be transferred to an ambulance and drove towards the monastery.

Nance's true form jumped out from the street corner and jumped into Sister Marlene's car.

"Theresia, drive!" Sister Marlene ordered.

Nance glanced at the cab curiously: Where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there." Sister Marlene snorted.

As soon as he heard this voice full of resentment, he knew that she was angry. Nance smiled and stretched out his arms to hug her.

Her slim waist seemed to be waiting for that. As soon as Nance's hand wrapped around her, her body immediately fell over.

With Theresa driving in front, neither of them got too far in the beginning.

Nance just hugged the bad nun obediently and looked out the window.

In today's New Yokohama, both sides of the street are still depressed, and there are refugees in ragged clothes everywhere. The homeless people with their families are wandering aimlessly like zombies. When they see a luxury car passing by, they will start to rush.

Come around and pray.

Sister Marlene often sprinkled a lot of money outside the window so that the vehicles could pass smoothly.

Food prices have reached a high point at this time, and will be stable for several months, until late spring and early summer. It will take more than four months of chaos before New Yokohama will return to the prosperity of singing and dancing.

.

Nance silently looked at the world outside the window.

The cries and shouts of people actually didn't stop all the way, and people could be seen bleeding and lying on the ground on the roadside from time to time.

"This world is really scary..." Sister Marlene shrank her shoulders.

"Yes, people are eating human blood everywhere..." Nance sighed and paused for a while, "Many of them will starve to death. There will definitely be... some people who will not have time to wait for food.

The day the price drops..."

"The problem with food prices is rooted in food production."

"That's why I value the Li family's things so much..."

Sister Marlene rolled her eyes at him and said mockingly: "You obviously value Mrs. Li."

Nance slapped her delicate buttocks hard and said, "Others say you are smart, but I think you are quite stupid."

"It hurts~"
To be continued...