Galileo State Bureau of Investigation, Office of the Bureau of Dissertation.
After the election, Carl has been on vacation for a week.
Tiger and Evette, who knew the reason, couldn't help but sigh every time they glanced past Carl's seat.
Aigou who was unaware of the fact, was not sensitive enough, and was not caring enough about Carl, did not realize that the director had not seen anyone for a week. He would only take him to revenge his kindness and revenge for the rest of his life to train, which was more tiring than going out for field operations.
It was already a week later when he woke up and he was under the control of Tiger this week.
"Damn! Where is Carl?"
Aigou ran into the office in a stinky way, checked Fat Evette's desk from beginning to end, and took out a pack of spicy strips from behind the radiator of the computer host - no matter where he hid it, he would have nowhere to hide.
Then he reached into the storage tank that Teresi disguised as a potted plant, and took out a pack of small mozzarellas - the special sister can be called the hiding technique of 300 taels here, which is really a pediatrician; then according to the convention, he searched the mint candy in the Tiger drawer,
Take Dalton's dried figs,
The ornamental candy man on the table of Bitulikant,
I pulled the wheatgrass planted on Carl's table.
Finally, open Neil's drawer and find a pack of rubber products from the bottom.
"Tsk! Can't eat it!"
Aigou stuffed the square aluminum foil into his pocket in disgust.
After the harvest was finished, he ate the spoils with satisfaction.
The foolish and rebellious Makole dared not speak out, and he silently flipped through the book.
This werewolf cub is the same as his master. It is better to let him take him with him than to study.
After reading the book for ten seconds, I began to get distracted, my mind was blank. It was obviously human words, but none of them entered my mind. Like a hypnotic talisman, it flickered from the paper to the top of my head, turning into a buzzing fly.
The flies ruthlessly bit his brain cells until they were confused...
"This knowledge really doesn't get into the brain..."
Marcole thought for a long time and finally accurately described the feeling of not being able to learn.
It is not about the difficulty of knowledge, but about the structure of the brain.
"Damn! You've only watched it for ten fucking seconds! I can hold on for at least two hours!"
Ai Gou is very proud of his endurance, not referring to him half a year ago.
As soon as I open the book, I curse people, jump, shake my head, and wish I could go to the death with the book, and I needed to point a gun at my head to read it.
Under Carl's strict requirements, this unruly dog ​​stands straight and has a style, and has a better temperament. He knows that he should choose the occasion when speaking.
I also went to the library with Alison to develop the good habit of living peacefully with books.
While he was staring at the book, the book would stare at him.
In the long run, like a rude big feet stuffed into elegant pointed shoes, the initial pain will gradually decrease as time goes by.
In addition, the mentally retarded and brain-dead Aigo is not stupid and has two skills in stealing and fighting. He has good talent and has benefited a lot from using the right methods in learning.
"Starting with criminal psychology! So stupid! Why did I teach you this thing the hell!"
Ai Gou pulled out the Criminal Psychology from the pile of books and hit Marcole's stone-hard head with a loud "bang".
After the fight, Avis instantly relieved and developed a little patience.
After Marcole was sucked in the head, he felt much more awake.
The words "flies" buzzing around his head disappeared, replaced by the chirping birds.
The brain opening ceremony was completed. Aigou opened the book from Carl to Dalton, passed it to Tigneil, and to Ivis, and finally went to the "Introduction to Criminal Psychology" in the hands of Marcole. He was very skillful and turned to the chapter on passionate crime, and forced Marcole to read it one by one.
After reading it, you will understand it word by word.
If you can't understand, just follow the stone's head and the effect will be immediate and you will be able to get it right away.
"The sentencing of passionate shark people and long-planned shark people are different, how do you understand?"
Ai Gou was so annoyed. It turned out that he had such a headache to lead a newcomer and couldn't run away. If he was lazy together, he would be beaten to death by Carl. He felt that he didn't want to take responsibility and had to take the blame. Life was worse than death.
It took two poor students, one of them to learn the book first, and it took an hour to read the key chapters of the introduction to criminal psychology.
"What does sentencing mean?"
“Wait!”
...
"How to describe the psychology of accomplices"
"Description...What description?"
"Well!" The forehead was smashed by a book again.
...
Question: "The practical application of the game principle of prisoner's dilemma in interrogation."
answer:"?"
"pound!"
The pleasant sound of a book hitting the forehead.
...
Question: "What is the process of will in crime commonly known as?"
Answer: "Uh..."
"pound!"
It's a good start, and it's a good start.
...
Question: "What is the relevant surname for internalization and externalization mechanism of criminal psychology?"
Answer: "No...no big connection..."
"answer!"
"pound!"
Ai Gou was used to slapping his forehead, but after the shot, he realized that the rebels had answered correctly...
But I always feel that the knowledge consecration ceremony cannot be saved, so I can also help.
"Theoretical knowledge... is too difficult! No!"
The dull fugitive-like wolf cub, Marcole, followed the old path of Ivis, and was tortured by knowledge entering his mind, and was stuck in digestible discomfort.
If you don’t go in or out, your brain will be constipated.
"You can't do it in practice or theory. What are you doing?"
Ai Dog pounded and took another book.
"Eat... OK, go out to do some work to clear the road, please."
Marcole was inspired and suddenly realized that it was really a good idea to open his mind by using a book.
The brain that was originally covered in a ball of brain matters, it will be opened as soon as it hits, and it will be flashing whenever it hits.
When he could not understand the profound concepts of criminal psychology, he could get through it as soon as he hit it.
Perhaps the way people communicate with each other is ever-changing, but the method of clear communication is similar.
Just like his master Avis and director Carl are used to communicating with their eyebrows.
Outsiders can't understand what they are looking at. Only Ai Gou gets the ever-changing messages in Carl's eyebrows...
"You should go to the construction site to move bricks, and you should not be a detective."
Ai Gou made a more accurate judgment on the career of the ignorant disciple at once.
Isn’t it just to carry bricks and cement when eating?
He may not even need to build walls on the construction site. The stupid child looks fierce and has prominent eyebrows.
The steel and concrete on the construction site disappeared, so it must be up to him.
So Marcole hasn't found work on construction sites, most construction sites don't want him because he is a minor.
The construction sites that are willing to accept him all want to exploit cheap labor.
Unfortunately, Marcole doesn't know how to work and looks scary. He was driven away after two days of working...
It is difficult to make a living, and only street gangsters can accept him and use him...
"I want to be a SWAT."
Marcole has tasted the sweetness of the People's Hound.
Glorious and upright, positive and righteous, well treated, and respected.
This is the most glorious and ideal career he has ever seen in his life!
The stupid boy is very nervous and doesn't know how to look at his face, so he naturally has no human troubles.
Chapter completed!