Chapter 147 Friends who often kill people knowHearing Xiao Zizai's words, Wang Zhenqiu frowned slightly, took out his mobile phone, stared at it for a long time, then raised his head and said: "Brother Xiao, are you seeing things? It seems that... there is nothing special about this Zhao Guizhen." Xiao Zizai sat in his seat and said calmly: "What is your first impression of Zhao Guizhen?" "First impression?" Wang Zhenqiu stared at the phone for a few more seconds. "He's quite serious and upright, with a dignified look on his face. He fits my stereotype of those Taoist priests very well." Xiao Zizai stood up, stretched out his hand, blocked half of Zhao Guizhen's face on Wang Zhenqiu's mobile phone screen, and continued to ask: "And now? Do you think he's still decent?" “This…” Wang Zhenqiu blinked. Xiao Zizai withdrew his hand, pointed at his face and said: "People can be judged by their appearance to a certain extent. In fact, a lot of the truth is hidden in the details of the face. But people are used to feeling people's appearance comprehensively." Xiao Zizai gently pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued, "So, people should not be simply judged by their appearance. When you look at Clarinet, he looks like a tough and rugged middle-aged man. "But the marks that life had carved into his face were already obvious. The lines left by habitually raising his eyebrows and the marks left by long-term scrutiny revealed that he was a man of great talent.
"One eye is unexpectedly gentle, and the strong, protruding chin is a symbol of toughness and aggression. But the mouth is relaxed, and it is obvious that he is not the type who would go to extremes." Xiao Zizai looked at the clarinet and made a conclusion about him. "You are the type who won't put too much pressure on yourself even when faced with a difficult task. Look back and take another look at Zhao Guizhen's eyes, and then tell me what you feel." Wang Zhenqiu lowered his head and looked at it carefully again. "Very fierce. If it's really like what you said, Brother Xiao, then this Zhao Guizhen is probably not a good person. And there seems to be a hint of cruelty in the corners of his mouth." "Yes, if it is a normal person, this kind of expression is rare, but it is not surprising. However, these emotions should not come from the face of a monk who has been a monk since childhood." "Great, Brother Xiao..." Wang Zhenqiu raised his head, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill." Xiao Zizai curled the corner of his mouth. "I learned everything by myself. I am different from everyone else. Sometimes I don't have so many goals, so I need to find them myself." Wang Zhenqiu seemed quite interested in Xiao Zizai's ability to read faces. He smiled and said to Xiao Zizai: "Brother Xiao, can you analyze the others?" As he spoke, Wang Zhenqiu glanced at Jiang Lan and raised the corner of his mouth, "For example... him." Jiang Lan was a little surprised when he heard this. He was just a bystander, why is he involved in this matter? Xiao Zizai accepted everyone who came and also turned his gaze to Jiang Lan. Seeing this, the others also became quite interested. After all, Jiang Lan is still quite mysterious in their eyes. "Um……" Xiao Zizai looked at Jiang Lan carefully for a while before saying: "The tail of his eye droops very slightly, and his eyes are deep. Strangely enough, this kind of face usually appears when a person is in his forties and has gradually gained more social experience. He is only in his twenties, and he must have experienced some major changes in his childhood, which led to this conflict.
"Although he is not frowning now, the wrinkles on his forehead are a sign of long-term internal friction. And from what I observed, since he entered the room, he only frowned slightly once when he looked around. As for the reason, I guess it is because the room we live in is a little different from his. "Finally, the corners of his mouth were always pursed, which was probably the sequelae of frequent killings. "To sum up, he is ill, a very serious illness... This illness should be left over from his childhood, but he has improved a lot now." You are sick, your whole family is sick. Jiang Lan complained silently in his heart. But he had to admit that Xiao Zizai was really good at judging people. "Do you often kill people?" Old Meng was scared. "Yeah." Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses lightly again, "Friends who often kill people know that when killing people, even if they can control not to injure the arteries, the arteries will usually explode for various reasons, causing blood to splatter. "Jiang Lan kept pursing his lips. This probably happened to him more than once." Jiang Lan: "..." What you said makes so much sense that I am speechless. In fact, even he himself didn't notice it. He had indeed drunk the blood of the dead more than once. He is not a pervert. He would definitely feel disgusted if someone else's blood splashed into his mouth. The way everyone looked at Jiang Lan changed slightly again. "Okay everyone, compared to the first time I met him, he is much more normal now." Xiao Zizai said calmly: "You know, I am a patient, but when we were on Longhu Mountain before, Brother Jiang was much sicker than me." The corners of Clarinet's mouth twitched. In this small company, there are actually two of you, the dragon and the phoenix, existing at the same time? As for Jiang Lan and Xiao Zizai, if they were not from the company, they would be shot to death in ten minutes outside. It doesn't work if you execute it immediately, you have to execute it repeatedly. "Tsk tsk..." Wang Zhenqiu smacked his lips. "Brother Jiang Lan, I am getting more and more curious about you. You killed three of the four madmen of Quan Xing by yourself. This kind of record..." Jiang Lan raised his eyelids. "I don't criticize your sexual orientation, but it's best for us to keep our distance." Wang Zhenqiu: “…” He felt that all the good mood he had had for the day was gone, not a single bit left. He gritted his teeth, "Do you think I like you?" Jiang Lan shrugged indifferently: "That's the best." He doesn't even want to find a girlfriend, let alone a man. Although Jiang Lan is still a virgin after two lifetimes, his sexual orientation is as hard as iron and he would rather break than bend. Wang Zhenqiu almost couldn't breathe when he heard this.
This round of verbal confrontation ended with his complete defeat. Zhang Chulan was listening at the side, feeling secretly happy. It has to be my brother Jiang Lan. "Okay, both of you stop arguing." Clarinet tapped the table twice with his knuckles. "We've found out the identities of the top talents in the village. Now it's the others' turn." In this Biyou Village, in addition to a dozen people with superior aptitude, there are also a large number of extraordinary people who have been successfully transformed by the self-cultivation furnace. After being transformed, this group of strange people have become Ma Xianhong's die-hard fans. Not only do they have no intention of leaving, but they also plan to settle down in Biyou Village. Of course, only a few people have been successfully transformed, and there are still quite a number of ordinary people waiting in line in the village. (End of this chapter)