It is clearly recorded in the information that there is only one hospital where Fang Zhuge took his grandson to seek medical treatment, a small hospital on the border of the slum.

The hospital was not far away, and the group followed the map markers and soon came to a few blocks not far from the hospital.

The hospital is located at the very top of a long slope, and it is clearly visible from the position of several people. Even late at night, the hospital was still brightly lit, in stark contrast to the vast slums that were dark at night.

"Why doesn't anyone turn on the lights there?" asked, pointing to the low, dilapidated shadows not far behind the hospital, as he walked left and right, "Do people go to bed so early there?"

"It's the slum of the Seventh District, and probably the poorest place in the entire empire," the blacksmith glanced in the direction of Yu Sheng's finger, "It's not that they don't have the lights, it's unknown whether they have electricity or not, and even if there is electricity, no one will have the luxury of turning on the lights all night." ”

“...... Are there any people who can't afford electricity?" asked left and right with skeptical faces.

"Of course," the blacksmith sighed, "...... Do you think everyone has a pair of rich parents like you, and they have never had a headache to survive since they were raised?"

Blinking from side to side, "I know there are poor people in this world...... For example......" He looked around and found that no one dared to provoke, so he had to set his eyes on Yu Sheng, "For example, Yu Sheng." ”

The rest of his life was silent, and he didn't dare to use others as examples, so he had to take himself out, and sure enough, the persimmon picked up the soft one first.

But he thought about it again, and what he said seemed to be right, he was already about to be thirty years old, he had no car and no savings, his pocket was cleaner than his face, and he was a waiter at work.

If you don't consider the house left by Liu Yuejun's death as an inheritance, the rest of your life can indeed be called poverty.

"Yes, you know that there are a lot of poor people in this world, but what you don't know is that in real life, the level of poverty is not the same. "Some people are so poor that they can't afford to pay their mortgages, some are so poor that they can't afford to eat more than one barbecue, and some people have problems even making ends meet." ”

The blacksmith said slowly, and his steps were full, his steps as low as his mood.

"You see, we are in such a cruel world, rich and poor, big people who rise high and small people who fall into the dust, people who are also two-handed, but there is a difference between each other. ”

Left and right looked dazed.

"A group of people are in the sky, a group of people are struggling underground, this world is originally a man cannibalism, that's all. What's more, wealth and fame can still be earned through struggle, but our innate strength cannot be exchanged for hard work, isn't this even more unfair to those ordinary people, and our existence itself is the embodiment of the injustice of this world. Ding Qing said coldly, "Instead of saying so much here, let's let the rest of your life observe the situation first." ”

Yu Sheng nodded, and the Eye of Insight scanned the inside of the hospital.

This small hospital, right next to the slum, had a thriving business, and after a cursory scan of the rest of his life, it was found that there were no more beds in the hospital, and more people were laying on the ground in the wards and even in the corridors, and hanging infusion bags with nails in the walls.

Even after dark, the room was still noisy, as crowded and noisy as a farmer's market.

The rest of his life soon withdrew from the Eye of Insight.

"Everything is normal, the hospital is full of patients, it doesn't look like an accident has happened in a short period of time. Yu Sheng said.

The blacksmith flipped through the map, pointed his finger all the way up with the help of the light of the street lamp, and finally found the next target to go to.

"The hospital is normal...... Then go to the community police station. ”

The distance between the community police station and the hospital in the blacksmith's mouth is difficult to use the word close, one south and one north are far away.

Here, there is a group of people who are also waiting for the rabbit, waiting for Fang Zhuge to enter the urn.

Just as Yu Sheng and the others had just started to set off from the vicinity of the hospital, Yushiro and Konjin Jun had already arrived at the community police station where Fang Zhuge had been held.

The group pushed the door in, not caring at all about the panicked look of the police on duty in the police station.

"Are Ding Jia and Zhang Yi here?"

Several people on duty heard the movement at the door, and ran out one after another, and when they saw this group of soldiers wearing army uniforms with obvious killing intent, the big guys looked at each other.

No one wants to talk back until they figure out what the other person is trying to do.

"Don't get me wrong, we have no ill will. A female near-god soldier stepped forward and said with a smile, "It's just that we've received news from our side that someone from a resistance group might attack here, so I'm here to help you prepare." ”

"What does this have to do with Xiao Jia and Lao Zhang?" asked an older policeman in a calm voice, but anyone could hear his nervousness.

"The two of them are the main targets, so for their safety, please be honest. The woman was still smiling, looking kind and amiable.

The woman's smile seemed to soothe the old policeman's nervousness, and he also squeezed out a smile, "It's unfortunate that you guys are here, they are not on duty today and are not in the bureau." ”

Yushiro frowned, he guessed, but he ignored the most everyday factor: the police will get off work.

For Yushiro, the Konjin Army occupies almost all of his life, and even for his sick mother, he only hires someone to take care of him.

For so many years, Yushiro has long forgotten what it feels like to get off work and take a vacation, just like he has led people to look for Fang Zhenge for twenty-four hours without resting, so much so that he ignores that normal people have commute time.

"Where do they live?" asked the scarred Near-God Army coldly.

"This ......," the old policeman blinked, "we don't know, although we are colleagues, we still have limited contact with each other after work." After all, everyone is old and young, where can there be other time......"

The old policeman didn't tell the truth, and Yushiro sneered in his heart, feeling impatient in his heart. Sometimes he really doesn't like to deal with these ordinary people, obviously very stupid, but most of them like to be smart.

But the old policeman's words sounded reasonable, and Yushiro couldn't think of any rebuttal for a while, he thought slightly, hesitating whether he needed to take action and ask again.

Just as Yushiro was in a moment of distraction, the expressions on the faces of the police officers froze almost at the same time.

The Near-God Army entered through the main entrance of the police station, and the attention of the police officers was all attracted, and everyone could see the location of the main entrance while looking at the Near-God Army.

At this moment, a slender figure approached from the darkness of the night outside.

The figure looked like a human-like body with limbs, but it was extremely tall, as if the hands and feet had been stretched more than twice at the same time, and the clothes on the body had been torn, as if they had been forced onto the body.

The figure walked out of the darkness in a normal manner, but when it approached the gate of the police station, it bent down and landed on all fours.

The hands and legs were extremely long, and they landed in a position that no human could never do, and their whole body crawled in this way like a giant four-legged spider until its face was pressed against the glass of the gate.

It was so close that by the light, every policeman could see the face on the glass.

The old policeman's face was already terrifyingly blue at this time, he opened his mouth and made a rattling sound, and finally he raised his hand and pointed behind the Shen Jun, and screamed: "Quack...... Ga...... Ga thing!!"

Yushiro only felt that the hairs on his neck stood up, as if he had been hit by static electricity.

A moment before hearing the old policeman's shout, Yushiro's years of fighting instinct had become aware of the danger looming behind him.

At the same time as the scream sounded, there was a loud bang at the gate of the police station, and the glass of the gate seemed to explode, and the debris splashed in all directions.

Yushiro shouted: "Enemy attack !!"

The Near-God Army subconsciously threw themselves down and rolled away, Yushiro made a circle on the ground, his eyes glanced at the convenience of the door, and then he saw a scene that made the police almost lose their minds.

The gate of the police station has been completely destroyed, and broken glass is everywhere. Half of the metal door frame was still connected to the wall, and the other half was twisted into a few twisted flowers, which were tossed aside, smashing the floor tiles into cracks. The wall around the gate was cracked by the shock, revealing a large area of gray inside.

And the initiator, who was using all four limbs, was like a huge spider at the door at a position of ninety degrees, looking sideways at everyone in the room.

Yushiro immediately recognized the old face with a sad face: Fang Zhuge. He was both surprised and puzzled, although the thing in front of him was still in human form, it had lost its human form, and looked more like a monster from any angle.

In the past, there had never been such a strong difference in appearance, even if there had been an outward abnormality.

What puzzled Yushiro even more was the feeling that Fang Zhenge brought him, this feeling was the innate instinct of animals, not only the warning of danger in battle, but also the sense of the same kind at ordinary times.

But here in Fang Zhuge, Yushiro couldn't find any feeling of seeing each other, but more like a rabbit facing a hungry wolf, a predator like a natural enemy. This feeling was only seen in Shiro's life, even when facing the most powerful of them, the Child of Light.

Yushiro's heart felt an inexplicable uneasiness, and before the battle, before he had never fought Fang Zhuge, Yushiro's instinct was already frantically warning him of the danger he was about to face.

The thought of turning around and running away even briefly crossed his mind.

Yushiro's mind turned several times, but in fact, the confrontation between the monster and the human only lasted a few seconds.

The monster with the face of the square pillow let out a silent roar, his upper and lower lips seemingly covered in black oily slime.

Yushiro could barely see Fang Zhuge's movements, but the rest of the people, especially the policemen, only felt that the monster had already jumped out of the door in a flash. It jumped to the ceiling and then jumped to the top of the ceiling, hitting only the most people.

The near-god army didn't have time to take out their weapons, so they had to dodge one after another.

But the police didn't have time to do anything, they were just ordinary people, this was the first time they had seen such a scene and monsters, and they were already scared and weak. In addition, Fang Zhuge's movements were as fast as lightning, and he smashed on the old policeman's head with a rise and fall, and he grabbed his head and twisted it.

The old policeman never dreamed that the last sentence of his life would be the word monster with indistinct words.

Fang Zhuge twisted off the old policeman's head, turned around and slapped a policeman against the wall, and then one hand fell, and the five-fingered palm was like a long knife, piercing through the nearest female god army.

This sequence of movements was settled in just one breath. Speaking of which, Fang Zhuge really didn't have the consciousness that an old man who was nearly seventy years old should have.

Yushiro and the rest of the Konjin Army, who had dodged, finally took out the special pistol pinned to their waists.

The target's situation no longer allows Yushiro to think about whether to capture or kill the opponent alive.

Yushiro raised his gun and took aim, shouting: "Near God Army!