~： The first year story 050, ugly? Ugly...

"bad!!!"

Apart from anything else, the child immediately turned around and rushed towards the tea restaurant. Felt didn't know what was going on, so he could only keep up, running and asking what was going on.

"We were all deceived! Because the scene was messy, we subjectively thought that someone had entered the warehouse and messed up the scene while rummaging for food. I still wondered why the other party could pass through the sealed door! Think about it the other way around, things may not be the case at all!"

Felt: "Huh? What's going on?"

Inselton: "In other words, since we left the warehouse to chase the thief, until we returned to the warehouse and found that the warehouse was messed up, no one has ever entered the warehouse!"

"How is that possible? If no one has entered, how could it be so messy in there?"

"Have you forgotten? What's on that shelf next to the ventilation window?"

"That's..." Felt thought for a moment, and then exclaimed, "That's...a stick!"

"Yes! To mess up the warehouse, you don’t need to enter it yourself. The ventilation window can be opened for ten centimeters. Although it is impossible for people to enter, one hand is more than enough! After the thief picked up the stick, it was enough for the stick. There is a lot of trouble within the reach, and the basket with the vegetables is smashed, the dishes on the shelf are dropped, the box with the knife and fork is pushed down, and the scene is messed up!"

"So?...No! Did you forget? The door of the freezer is open, you can't open it with a stick!"

"This is where this trick is clever. That bastard... He can pull the freezer open and pull out the roast chicken and eggs inside as long as he wraps the hook of the roast chicken around the front of the stick! The evidence is overturned! Shelf. Because after all this is done, the sticks and hooks cannot be put back on the shelf, but throwing these two things on the ground alone will be very eye-catching, so he even knocked down the shelf together! However, this alone might still be He was discovered, that's why he overturned the knife and fork box, smashed dishes and other things that are also'not food', covering up the truth of the hook!"

Hearing this, Felt's face finally changed. His footsteps trembled a little, and he said out of breath: "Then...then...the scene we saw...!!!"

"Ah, that's right! It's just a warehouse that looks like it's been ransacked. Now think about it, he just kicked the door and left the fog on the door, all to emphasize to us that he would enter through the door and steal. This is the preliminary preparation that gave us the illusion that food was stolen when it was messed up! And when we saw the warehouse that seemed to have been ransacked, our original vigilance was all relaxed. Finally..."

Under the soft moonlight, the two children finally returned to the tea restaurant. Looking at the dark shop, In Selton gritted his teeth, the freckles on his face were congested with anger, and the grains bulged.

"Without locking the door, we left!"

When Inselton and Felt returned to the warehouse again, the milk stored in the cupboard was gone, and the only small carton of eggs left was gone. The three potatoes, two cabbages and four rotten tomatoes that had fallen on the ground were gone. At this moment, Inselton really knelt down, showing a desperate and pale face.

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Thirty minutes later, in the headmaster's office above the tower, the two children stood with their heads down, and stood silent at the desk. Principal Campa carried his hands on his back, eyes with infinite meaning through the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out at the street where the street lights are shining and the moon is shining.

"A can of milk, twelve eggs, three potatoes, two cabbage, and four rotten tomatoes? So, is the flour in the corner stolen?"

Insilton didn’t say a word as if he was dead from now on, but Felt said: "No...it was not stolen, sir.... Damn, if the thief steals the flour together, he must be If he is stained with flour, we will be able to catch him along with the scattered powder! Mr. Campa, we only need to..."

Campa reached out his hand and stopped Firth's words. From the eyes of the two children, the principal in front of him might be angry. But the old man reflected in the reflection on the glass window, but he showed a faint smile...

"It seems that these foods are enough for you to last three or four days, right?"

Under the shining of three crescent moons, the darkness in the shadows lurks quietly...

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At six o'clock in the morning of the next day, when the sun just shone out of the desert horizon, the idiot was already standing next to another swimming pool that was different from yesterday. In front of him, Principal Campa also stood there, with his hands on his back, looking at him.

There was no verbal communication, just after a short eye contact, Principal Campa turned and left. The idiot put the bun on the lounger by the pool, opened the parasol to prepare her for protection, then picked up the iron bucket and refilled the empty pool.

This kind of life passed in the gradual movement of summer. Every day, idiots get up at six o'clock, and then come over to do this kind of "work." Of course, he is weak and impossible to complete these tasks, so he will be punished by the principal of Campa every night. Those who seem to tear the human body, make the idiot's fingernails all crack, and the electric shock from the flesh will make him taste it once a day. In the first month, this pain made him crazy. But as time went on, he no longer screamed when he was subjected to the electric shock, but silently accepted the punishment.

One month, two months... The idiot has never been able to fill the pool in one day. Of course, he didn't get any food from Principal Campa. However, he did not starve to death. In addition, the spirit of the bread is getting better and better. Her complexion was ruddy and she grew longer when she was awake. When she saw the idiot go to hug her, she would groan and stretch out her hands to greet her.

So, what happened to the theft of the tea restaurant?

Since the last time Insilton and Firth fell, Principal Campa would send someone to guard the tea restaurant every few days to prevent theft. Day by day, more and more people are dispatched. The strange thing is that no matter how many people guard, and no matter how careful the guards are, it is always impossible to prevent the food in the warehouse from being stolen. Moreover, the theft gradually moved from Area D to other dormitory areas. At the end of July, more than 100 students even defended various food warehouses, but the result was still not kept.

This incident became a mystery before the start of the new semester. Some people have begun to say that one of the new elementary students must be hiding their strengths, and some people even ridiculed each other about the reputation of the food thieves. However, no matter how the students spread the uproar, how the teachers mobilized the public to actively demand the food, they could not prevent the food being stolen every few days. Later, there was a lot of trouble, and some senior students who were originally uninterested in arresting new students also began to participate, and some even took a bet and sweared by it, hoping that by arresting the "thief", they would become famous at the beginning of the new semester. But in the end, all came back in vain.

Time just passed by day by day. In addition to the thief, there was also a person on campus, which gradually attracted the attention of the students. But this time the attention was not vigilance and rigor, but ridicule and mockery.

"Look, look, that idiot is filling the pool with buckets there again. He does this every day during the summer vacation. It's really silly."

The students who walked outside the pool sneered through the barbed wire and saw the idiot inside. They are students who have returned from participating in extracurricular activities. The leader of the team has a skinny face like a skeleton and a heavy black cloak in the hot weather. He was holding a crutch in his right hand, and the head of the crutch was inlaid with a blood-red round stone.

"Mr. Dracula, look, does that guy really have a brain problem?"

A student pointed to the idiot who kept repeating movements inside and laughed.

This person named Dracula is the teacher of the Zongshi department, and even the director of the college. Those skeletal eyes glanced coldly at the idiot inside, and turned his head without interest.

"Children, ignore that fool. He is just a plaything for Mr. Headmaster."

Another student said, "Mr. Dracula, did the principal really tell him to fill up that swimming pool with a bucket?"

"Ok."

"So it seems that this person is really an idiot. You can think about it with your toes, how can a person fill the swimming pool with a bucket! Even the senior students of the vertical stone department can fill the swimming pool with the force of the vertical stone There are definitely no more than five people. Wouldn't this idiot go to Valve? It's really stupid."

Dracula's skull face pulled, and said coldly: "Gentlemen, please keep your gentlemanly demeanor at all times. In front of you is a poor child with a brain problem. We can't laugh at it. Look at him, but look at him with compassion. Maybe he still doesn't understand what wisdom is, but you understand, let us care for him quietly from afar."

The students who were still laughing just now nodded, and then looked serious. I don't know who said in a low voice: "In other words, just do it in the spectator stand and watch him continue to show his ugliness unconsciously, right."