Wang Wenyuan's condition is difficult to judge, he behaved calmly, sitting naked on the table in the aromatherapy room, with words in his mouth, but no one could hear what he said.

Yingjie of the "8 Task Force" sat opposite Wang Wenyuan, holding a voice recorder and trying to communicate with him, the temperature in the aromatherapy room was relatively high, and he was also sweating.

"What's strange?" Zhuang asked Dr. Xu. They stand outside the aromatherapy room and look through the observation window.

"He just ......," Dr. Xu nodded with his chin not far away. The female nurse sent by the police was disheveled and had her hair disheveled, and she had not yet recovered from the shock she had just had.

Her companion was comforting her, and the other officer in charge of guarding it glanced at the glimmer of spring leaking from her torn blouse.

"What to her?" Zhuang feels incredible.

As far as he knows, Wang Wenyuan has always been clean and self-disciplined, self-disciplined and strict, how could he do such an outrageous thing as soon as he woke up?

"Did you get it?"

"What?" Dr. Xu was stunned by Zhuang's question, and immediately came to his senses and said with a smile; "Nope."

"Looks like he's crazy." Zhuang glanced at the aromatherapy room, and the murder weapon under Wang Wenyuan's crotch was still standing; "It's better to give him some tranquilizers."

"I think so too, Dean Li, I know that Wanghai Hospital does not have a psychiatric department. You see, should we have a psychiatrist or two seconded from outside? ”

"Dr. Xu is too polite, you are the team leader."

"Dean Li is the deputy team leader, so I should ask for your opinion. When it comes to the selection of candidates, we must be cautious. "Dr. Xu is too fishy.

"I am a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and I am not familiar with the situation of various hospitals in Shanghai, so Team Leader Xu will look at it." Zhuang couldn't help but have a little more respect for him, and it could be seen that he was a cautious scholar and a vice president who was always at the top of everything and would not play any tricks.

Dr. Xu saw that Zhuang was not polite, and proposed several candidates for discussion, including an acquaintance, Dr. Moon from Ocean Hospital. That's a guy who wants money and doesn't want to die, and of course, that life is the life of a patient.

Zhuang originally wanted to order Dr. Moon, if Wang Wenyuan fell into his hands, whether he pretended to be crazy or not, Dr. Moon would become a real madman after a few tricks≈ thinking about it, Wang Wenyuan was a patient of the police, no matter how greedy Dr. Moon was, he would not dare to do anything at this time, so he said that he had no opinion.

"I heard that you have a group of old Chinese medicine doctors here, can you let them come and see it?" After confirming the matter of the loaned doctor, Dr. Xu suddenly moved on to another topic.

Zhuang thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid it's not very convenient, Officer Wang has a special status, and the leaders of the morning meeting repeatedly emphasized that no one is allowed to contact him except for the people of the first aid team." ”

"It too; But Officer Wang's symptoms are too special, and I am afraid that finding the right antidote will not be able to eliminate it∪ so let's observe it for two days. ”

Dr. Xu went to contact the loan doctor, and Zhuang walked into the aromatherapy room.

Wang Wenyuan just closed his eyes, Zhuang stood aside and felt the situation of the purple butterfly in his body��11 It was a little strange, the purple butterfly was lazy, and there was a green mist-like thing around him, which was slowly infiltrating into the purple butterfly, limiting the purple butterfly's range of activity to the middle of the body.

Zhuang Qinran was taken aback, since he had the butterfly god, he had been using it smoothly. The world is so big, if there really is something that can deal with it.

Zhuang once again confirmed that the origin of "Green Tara" was suspicious, and Jiang Xiaoyu really hooked up with Soonda.

The Living Buddha of Soonda was very aware of the butterfly god in his body, and handed over the "Green Tara" to Jiang Xiaoyu, not without a fake hand to deal with him.

The butterfly god can be regarded as his biggest reliance, if he is directly hit by the "Green Tara...... On second thought, it might be a good thing to meet "Green Tara" now. He got up, twisted out Long Xinghao, and stabbed Wang Wenyuan's chest.

This time, he didn't use the butterfly god, he only put a pure true aura into it, first purifying the purple butterfly, clearing the green mist that invaded the purple butterfly, and restoring its vitality; Then drive out all the green mist in the acupoint.

Easier said than done.

Zhuang learned some of the black crystal refining observation of Long Xinghao, and found that "Green Tara" has two properties: cold and hot, no wonder the purple butterfly is difficult to resist ♀ the heat and the inner cold, the purple butterfly is confused by the external heat of the green mist, and is unconsciously immersed in the cold contained in it.

Because for the purpose of studying "Green Tara", it takes a lot of energy to purify the purple butterfly alone.

He used the dragon star to extract some "Green Tara" and stabbed it into his arm, closing his eyes to feel it. Gradually, Zhuang became fascinated by this strange toxin.

"Green Tara" was extremely aggressive and confusing, and before Long Xinghao could withdraw from his muscles, half of Zhuang's arm turned green, and the sweat on his body disappeared in an instant. The half of his arm seemed to be pierced back and forth by thousands of steel needles, and this was because he had sealed the nearby acupuncture points in advance.

The pain Wang Wenyuan endured at that time can be imagined.

Then it was lively, perhaps because the "Green Tara" was enclosed in a limited space, and the green gas collided everywhere. Zhuang's arm was hot and cold, and for a while it was like a barbecue on a fire, it was as hot as burning; After a while, it was like being buried in ice, and it was cold to the bone.

"Ah...... Dean Li, it's too grippy. ”

Dr. Xu was not at ease, so he came over after the phone call to have a look. found that Zhuang was testing the poison with his body, and couldn't help but scream.

"It's okay." Zhuang opened his eyes and smiled at him, and walked out of the aromatherapy room with his arms raised.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and he needed to find a place to exercise and expel drugs as soon as possible.

Yingjie has been watching Zhuang test the poison from the side, and there is a bit of respect in his eyes at this time. He thought that "Divine Doctor Li Xiang" took the risk of testing poison with his body, and he really wanted to save Wang Wenyuan. He didn't see it, he just sat there quietly, in a daze. Wang Wenyuan, who had words in his mouth, slightly showed a gap in the corners of his eyes.

Zhuang struggled to the eighteenth floor, found a quiet corner and sat down, breathed for a while, and slowly ran Peng Ma Gong.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Chang exhaled a long breath of turbidity and raised his arm to check.

Most of the parts have regained their healthy color, and only the tips of the five fingers have a palpitating dark green.

Zhuang looked at it carefully for a moment, pricked his fingertips with a golden needle, and let out a loud shout of luck.

Five streaks of thick green liquid shot out from his fingertips and landed on the floor, emitting a puff of green mist.

As the liquid leaves, the color of the liquid changes, from dark green to black purple, from black purple to bruising and then to red, and the numb fingertips gradually regain consciousness. Zhuang didn't dare to be careless, and continued to use the gong to force the poison, until almost all the blood on half of his arm was discharged, the skin was pale, and all that was oozing were colorless body fluids. At this time, the pool of red, green, and green liquid on the ground was already a large one.

"Trouble." Zhuang unlocked the closed acupuncture channel and let fresh blood rush to the arm.

The Wang Wenyuan has a hard life, and this "Green Tara" is too troublesome. Zhuang is not very sure that even if he uses the Zhumen technique to force poison, it needs to be cast at least five times in a row. With Zhuang's current situation, it can still withstand the use of Zhumen once every two months, and it can be used continuously in a short period of time, and three times is enough to choke.

Ye Er must have used the Zhumen technique on Wang Wenyuan for the first time, and she must have used it twice in a row, which was almost the limit of what she could bear. Otherwise, Wang Wenyuan would have already finished playing with nine lives.

"It's a lot of trouble." Old Chen's voice suddenly came.

Looking for the sound, he sat more than ten meters away from Zhuang, playing on the chessboard. Surrounded by flowers, with half a bottle of liquor at hand, black and white on the chessboard, it seems that he has been there for a long time.

"Old Chen? Why are you alone, Fan Lao? Zhuang walked over with his arm thrown and sat down opposite Chen Lao.

"He, he was picked up by his daughter-in-law at noon and took his grandson to him." Boss Chen pretended to say casually; "Come on, boy, stay with me for the next game."

"Okay, the kid's chess skills stink, Chen Lao must let the third son." Zhuang smiled and sat down opposite Chen Lao, in this uninhibited old man, he always had a feeling that he couldn't show it.

"Endgame, what's there to give." Chen Lao raised his head and glanced at Zhuang, and said, "Take off your glasses, don't look away." ”

Zhuang took off his glasses carelessly, stared at the chessboard for a while, and wondered, "Is there a name for this endgame?" ”

"It's not named, Fan Lao and I are halfway down in the morning. He's gone, leaving a wreck. ”

"Hmm...... Interesting. Zhuang looked down again.

The level of Chen Lao and Fan Lao is really limited, and they are both masters who like to fight; Zhuang thought about it profoundly just now, but now he looks at it and tastes some flavor.

Looking at the chess situation, the confrontation in the center of the chessboard is stalemate. Chen Lao's white chess pieces surrounded the black chess pieces and a lone army, according to common sense, it is difficult for a lone army to make two eyes alive in a Jedi. Chen Lao's white chess was also not stable, he was too greedy, gave up the corner to analyze a large piece of hollow, and forced the black chess to break the gap.

The current situation is that black is a dead and dead, forcing white to choose.

Chen Lao had only two choices, either to back down and let the lone black chess team do the work; Either let the black chess pieces that rushed to the rescue come in, dissolve and eat the black chess alone, and then risk the destruction of half of the country.

The price Fan Lao paid was the black chess piece in the upper right corner.

"If he doesn't make a good move, Black will be doomed. If it were me, I would do the same. "Zhuang picked up a sunspot and slapped it;" Anyway, it's a death, just fight hard, and never compromise. ”

Chen Lao didn't say anything, and lifted the two sunspots in the upper right corner to eliminate the robbery. Zhuang followed Da Fei closely, the wind and clouds were surging on the chessboard, and the two big dragons in black and white twisted together. It can be said that you have me, I have you, a chaotic situation.

Half an hour passed, and Chen Lao "Bang!" With a bang, he slapped a white son and said leisurely: "You lose two sons." ”

"It's a dead end, and a small loss is a win." Zhuang Touzi said again: "It's not that I lost, it's Fan Lao who lost." ”

"Yes, it was Fan Lao who lost. It's a sigh, I'm famous! The rain of bullets didn't kill him, the wind and rain didn't knock him down, but in the end he was defeated by a fat grandson who babbled. ”

There was something in Old Chen's words, Zhuang didn't dare to interject, and listened quietly.

"I met him in the cowshed, and we have been through ups and downs for forty years. His words will always be considered. This time, he actually left the endgame behind. I advised him not to leave at this time, he said...... He said...... Never mind. Mr. Li, what are you going to do? If you need my Lao Chen's help, you don't have to be polite. ”

Zhuang was a little flattered, Chen Lao has been here for more than a year, and he has always called him "you" or "hey", and it is the first time to call Mr. Li.

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