I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

There is a hazy drizzle outside the window, and the sound of drums is deafening inside the window.

With the fluorescent light above my head blurring my retinas and my hands in shackles, I pounded on the table and said words that almost drove me crazy for the hundredth time. My patience was almost exhausted and I wanted to knock this difficult interrogator unconscious with a stool.

"So - those three Russian scammers set me up and stole my black card. Why don't they arrest them?!"

"Miss, I didn't detect the three Russians in the room. You were the only one flirting with a gigolo in the room."

The young-looking silver-haired military policeman calmly sat opposite me, drinking coffee leisurely and urging me to calm down, with a clearly retarded expression on his face.

"Huh? They just ran away in a flash. Besides, if the nightclub manager doesn't pull them up, he will be kicked to death by you!"

I argued my case.

The military policeman in front of me was really difficult to deal with. He kicked away the nightclub manager who was trying hard to pull off his military boots to buy me time to escape. At that time, I had one leg on the window ready to run, but who knew that I would be handcuffed without anyone noticing the next second.

I, Cecia, was so wise all my life, but I was tricked by three Russian scammers. In the blink of an eye, when I turned around, the three Russians disappeared and took away my black card. They are really a bunch of black-hearted scammers!

He was handcuffed and put into the police car. I was a vulgar person who whistled to cover up my mistake. At the speed of light, I quietly slipped a huge gold card to the military policeman in an attempt to bribe him. Unexpectedly, he caught me on the spot, grabbed my fingers with a smile, and almost broke them with such force. He told me with regret.

Originally I was involved in pornography and I could have just been given a lecture, but now I'm suspected of bribing public officials with dirty money. If I don't have family to bail me out, I'll have to go to jail.

My parents are stars in the sky. Why don’t you, police officer, use a telescope to communicate with them?
He once again rejected the check I forced upon him. The unmoved military police officer was obviously angered by my insulting his profession with money. He put away his polite fake smile and frowned, “Miss, if you stuff that pile of useless waste paper into my hands again, I guarantee you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail.”

Oh, my God, what nonsense is this guy talking about? Money is such an attractive symbol. It is impossible for someone not to like money. It is impossible for someone to refuse to become rich overnight!
Faced with a pile of checks that were like waste paper in his mind, he raised the handcuffs with a cold glow without changing his expression. I was scared. I didn't want to go to police.

The young man, who was exhausted by my torture, covered his forehead and waved his hand to let his subordinates send me away. He crossed his legs on the table and closed his eyes to rest. "I really can't stand this kind of self-righteous rich lady. Her brain is not working well. Why is Mr. Tiechang not here? Wouldn't it be better to push him to a messenger of justice like him?"

Holding the iron railing with both hands, I stretched out my hand, trying to turn the tide, "Uncle police, how about 50 million, or ten beach villas————"

A saber cut through the air at lightning speed, went straight along the side of my face and penetrated the wall behind me, exploding in my ear with a buzzing sound.

I stopped moving and instantly became as quiet as a chicken.

The low pressure counted the cracks in the prison. Before I could count to the 3,008th crack, the door opened and the military policeman with a bad face came over to uncuff me and pushed me out of the cell.

I moved my newly freed hands and smiled with relief, "Uncle policeman, have you finally decided to accept my check?"

The policeman smiled and said, "I'm sorry, someone has come to bail you out. Also, my name is Tiao Ye Cai Ju."

His face was filled with the words: If you continue to insult me ​​with money, you will never see the sun again.

The rain was light and had stopped long ago. There was not even a puddle on the road. As I reached the police station entrance, a dark figure curled up in the darkness hugged my thighs at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. The heartless military police next to me immediately left me and stood three meters away.

I was completely confused, and the aggrieved black shadow on my body had already started crying.

"Caramel Sauce, I was so worried about you. The two children at home were crying for their mother, so I had to leave the children to the shorty nanny and come to find you alone. wuwuwu..." What's going on? What nonsense are you saying in front of a group of police officers at the door of the police station? I tried to cover his chattering mouth.

Dazai Osamu, who looks like a decent and frail handsome guy, is wearing the black suit he wore just now, looking very youthful, and has a bandage on his head.

The sentimental female police officer already showed pity on her face, and looked at me with disgust, as if a beauty had met the wrong man. In contrast to the weak and pitiful Dazai Osamu, I was the philandering scumbag who abandoned her husband and children, and the ultimate scumbag Hong Shixian.

what is this?
[The philandering wife spent money on a one-day trip to a nightclub and was set up by a honey trap. The virtuous husband remained affectionate and generously went to bail her out]
The scheming boy Dazai Osamu started to act up again, his eyelashes carrying heartbreaking tears, and he looked like a saintly person, saying, "Even though you're a scumbag and you're still looking for a gigolo, I still love you, so I forgive you."

It looks like Lin Pinru, but it's actually Ali's Dazai Osamu's acting skills burst out, and he played the timid and submissive attitude of a rich family's young wife very well.

"Caramel Sauce, the policewoman told me that you were detained for going to a nightclub. Is it because Azhi didn't do well in his daily life? Dun Dun and Jinghua are still children. How could you have the heart to abandon them and find another pretty boy?" He was crying.

"I'm sorry, it's because Azhi has too little money that I can't keep your heart. I will definitely make a lot of money to support you and the children. At worst, I can sell the house passed down from my ancestors and let Dun Dun Jinghua find a job selling newspapers. Caramel sauce, please don't leave me——"

After crying for a while, he wiped his snot and tears on me in agony. His superb acting skills made me applaud. The murderous eyes around me almost pierced me. It seemed that my image was gone forever.

Please, leave some clothes for Pinru!

You bastard, you are the only one who can act, right? I said coldly, "Oh, you are really funny. Weren't you chatting with your little lover in the bar yesterday? Wouldn't it be more to your liking if I left?"

The crowd of onlookers changed their gazes quickly and looked at Dazai Osamu with burning eyes. The sense of déjà vu of this bloody drama was too strong.

Dazai Osamu stopped wiping his tears and explained quickly: "It's not what you think, we are just friends!"

Dazai Osamu's moral integrity has no limit. I continued to sneer, "I'm just going to meet a friend, what do you care about me?"

Dazai Osamu felt wronged, but dared not speak out, just like a sulky little wife: "But you said you wanted to get a room. Obviously we have never played this exciting game before. At most, we played it in the office. Why?"

So this is the point? You old pervert!
I sneered. I'm not stupid. Who would believe Dazai Osamu? He came to the police station to block me so quickly. I would definitely be put in the dark room by him when I go back. Only a fool would go back.

He made up his mind and walked straight to the door. He kept rolling around with a piece of taffy stuck on his foot. I didn't have time to care about him. He was going back to his parents' home no matter what. I wouldn't do this anymore.

Dazai Osamu, who was very tenacious, struggled desperately along the way, his high-end black suit was covered with dust. The sanitation worker held a broom and watched Dazai Osamu sweep the entire street for him, wandering alone.

Oh, if it had just rained heavily, Dazai Osamu would definitely not want to flop around in the mud. In the end, I really couldn't bear to accompany the shameful thing to the Yokohama Gossip Daily, so I put on a painful mask and pulled him up, begging him in a gentle voice, "Please spare me, I don't want to be the leader anymore, let's break up peacefully, it's good for you and me."

The grandson burst into tears in a second: "But I only like you!"

"But I like more than just you."

I am telling you the quotes of a scumbag, and it is clear what a scumbag he is.

"It's okay, I don't mind who you like, as long as you're by my side." The Oscar winner confessed affectionately at the traffic light, then laughed at himself and hung his head sadly, "I know I haven't done well and can't be compared with your ideal type. Even getting married was a trick on my part. Please don't leave me, okay..."

However, Dazai Osamu is also a real bitch.

Keep talking nonsense, no one will believe your lies.

The green light came on, and I walked across indifferently. Dazai Osamu followed closely behind me, always keeping half a step away. He looked very cautious, like a large dog abandoned by its owner and dared not chase after him. He gave pitiful reminders in a low voice.

"Caramel sauce, it looks like it's going to rain heavily today, why don't we go home first."

"Caramel Sauce, you don't look well, why don't we go home."

"Caramel sauce, it's really going to rain, let's go home."

I was brainwashed by the temptation of going home. I walked faster and faster, and the person behind me walked faster and faster. We were like little kids competing to see who would go home first as the sun set. In the end, it turned into me running hard in front and Dazai chasing me hard from behind.

Whoever catches me first is a dog. I must not lower my head. I ran faster in my eight-centimeter high heels, regardless of the way passers-by looked at me as if I was an idiot. I shouted at the top of my lungs without any image.

"Dazai Osamu, you are fucked up. This isn't a plot where if you chase me, I'll give you xxx!"

Dazai Osamu's cheeky voice came from behind: "Caramel sauce, if I catch you, I will make you sauce sauce and brew sauce!"

Ahhh, no matter what vicious words he said on the street, I ran even faster. I bet on Rokudo Mukuro's pineapple head, I will not lose.

After running for a long time, the high heels can hardly hold up anymore, but that little Dazai Osamu is still mumbling in his daydreams. When did he get so much physical strength?

I couldn't help it any longer, so I turned my head away.

My goodness, that little bitch Dazai Osamu was riding a traffic police motorcycle that he had stolen from somewhere, riding it so powerfully. He was about to catch up with us as soon as his soul passed the corner. His black coat was tightly attached to his shoulders, fluttering in the wind and refusing to fall off.

You're still winking at me, you shameless little bastard!

This wave of crazy moves almost broke my waist. I continued to step on my high heels to avoid Dazai Osamu's loving attack. I hugged my head madly. Finally, the high heels tried their best and the heel broke in half. I was caught off guard and fell headfirst into the green belt in front, forced to feel the smell of trees and soil.

I took great pains to pull out my head full of leaves, spat the leaves out of my mouth, and ran wildly on my flat shoes with no heels. Look at my invisible legs. That little bastard's motorcycle is nothing to me.

"Hey! Little boy, this is a motor vehicle lane, you can't..." The opportunity came. The traffic policeman in front of me was riding a motorcycle and warning me with a loud speaker, waving a stack of tickets at me. My eyes lit up and I said, "Sorry, policeman."

I robbed a traffic policeman's motorcycle, put on a helmet, kicked off my high heels that were in the way, and stepped on the engine. I also drove with great vigor, driving in an unrestrained manner, and moving in a wild, cool and lightning manner.

Bah, who doesn’t know how to drive these days? I’m the coolest guy on the motorway.

Even if I, Cecilia, jump down from here and am caught up by Dazai Osamu, I will not admit my mistake on my own initiative!

Dazai Osamu who was behind me didn't expect that I was as shameless as him, and he was directly unhappy. He raised his loud speaker and stepped on the accelerator to catch up, "Caramel Sauce, why don't you take Azai's car? Don't be angry with Azai, let's go home."

Who is afraid of who? I raised my loud speaker and shouted back: "You son of a bitch, get out of here! Nothing you say will work. I want to go back to my parents' home!"

"But you said you would love me alone. Dun Dun and Jing Hua are still breastfeeding at home. The children can't live without their mother!"

"I have said this to more than a dozen people. I have two middle school students, Pineapple Head and Erque Ou Doudou, in my mother's family. A brother cannot live without a sister!"

"But I only love you, Caramel Sauce. Don't be fooled by those little vixens. Even if you don't love me, I still love you as much as before!"

"You made me want to vomit. If you're looking for excitement, then go all the way. Jump out of the car and commit suicide now!"

The horn dispersed the voices of us two idiots onto the motor vehicle lane. The crackling sound of the electric current caused passers-by to look back frequently, staring with wide eyes at us, a crazy couple arguing on the traffic police's motorcycle. Some of them had already picked up their phones to take pictures as souvenirs.

[Shocking! A crazy couple quarreled on the motorway while riding a traffic commission motorcycle. Is this the annihilation of humanity or the decline of morality?]
At this time, the TV tower urgently interrupted the broadcast of a report. In the picture, two traffic policemen were crying like 200-pound children, and they cried to the reporter with tears in their eyes.

The young traffic policeman with a head full of tickets spoke with tears in his eyes.

"Can you believe it? I just wanted to help the disabled man cross the road, but he said he might even kill his motorcycle for my wife, so he stole my motorcycle. Woo woo woo..."

Another traffic policeman with a high-heeled shoe on his head started crying.

"Can you believe this? I just wanted to tell that little kid that pedestrians can't walk on the motor vehicle lane, but she said that in order to get rid of her cheap husband, she might even throw away her high heels. Not only did she steal my motorcycle, she also hit me with her high heels, boohoo..."

(End of this chapter)