The brain man muttered as he circled around the crowd and searched, "Where is it, I'll see, it should be, it's ...... Uh, poof......"

Just when everyone was holding their breath and nervously waiting for the result of his verdict, the brain man was stunned inexplicably, and then suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, Ye Qingli felt a chill in his heart when he saw the amount of bleeding, he must be hopeless.

Suddenly, a few people reacted and pounced on him and put him flat on the ground, the young man from Cospiay Conan snatched the white shirt of the brain man for the first time, and another middle-aged man with a three-seven hair style pushed away the crowd and began to check the brain man's injuries, seeing that he was still wearing a white coat, it was estimated that he was a doctor.

The doctor checked the brain man, but there was no time to treat him, and the brain man had already bled and went into shock.

So he could only shake his head apologetically with everyone and said: "The preliminary identification is that it is a hemoperfusion caused by intracranial hemorrhage, unless a craniotomy is performed immediately, otherwise he will be brain dead within five minutes." ”

"What caused it? No one approached him just now. Fu Guohao walked over and asked.

"That's the weird part, I didn't find any physical damage or the source of the lesion, if I had to explain, maybe a ghost." The doctor's face was very ugly, and it seemed that he did not want to admit it.

"It's clearly killing people, and it's already showing ill will towards us, and we must not let it go. It doesn't want us to find it, and whatever its purpose is, we have to do the opposite. Fu Guohao was sweating anxiously, the new official took office three times, if he couldn't handle this matter well, no one would recognize his prestige, and he wouldn't be able to lead the team logically.

If a person who is only good at being an official can't be an official, then he can only be a waste here: "Little brother, can you solve the numbers and symbols on the white shirt?" This is the enemy's codebook, and you saved us all by cracking it! ”

"Conan" was overjoyed when he heard this, and then became embarrassed, "This T-shirt is the memory image of a brain man, every memory master has a unique memory method, simplifying complex things, and achieving the purpose of rapid memory, just like remembering a woman, he may record a 'N' in his mind, and then a woman in a red dress may be '1@N', but I don't know what his memory pattern is, so it is difficult to understand, and I need a certain amount of time to find a pattern." Moreover, the T-shirt was stained with his blood, and the numbers and letters were partially contaminated, which added to the difficulty. ”

"Conan" enhanced his value in the right century, and Fu Guohao, who was well versed in the way of being an official, naturally knew how to follow the trend.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you work hard, you will have a chance, whether you succeed or not, the little brother is the benefactor of all of us. Mr. Han, you should also get involved, the two of you are more efficient together. After Fu Guohao finished speaking, the 30-year-old mustache of Cospiay Holmes walked across from "Conan" and studied it together.

Then, Fu Guohao selected a few more strong men to go over and stand around "Conan" and "Sherlock Holmes" to protect them nearby, so as not to be killed by "it" again. Although Ye Qingli and Shu Jun are also tall, they are not enough to look at compared to those muscular men, of course, Ye Qingli is also glad that he was not elected.

Taking advantage of this time, Shu Jun quietly went to communicate with the selected "allies". Ye Jingli and Xin Yi stayed in place and observed the every move of the personnel on the scene. Shu Jun is not the only person who wants to build a small team, Ye Jingli saw that during this period of time, everyone has changed from scattered to three-five groups, trustworthy people, and pleasing people have purposefully gathered.

The little flat head in the hooded trench coat walked up to a scarface and whispered a few words, but Scarface seemed to be unwilling to take care of him, shook his head slightly, and then Xiao Pingtou unzipped his trench coat and gave Scarface a look, and Scarface was instantly taken aback. Then after a little hesitation, he turned around and followed Xiao Pingtou, needless to say, Ye Jingli also knew that it must be the gun with Xiao Ping's headband that persuaded Scarface, and the sense of security brought by the firearm is self-evident.

On the other side, a beautiful young woman with long hair and a short purple skirt walked up to a strong man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, talked a few words, and then intimately took the strong man's arm. The strong man smiled lightly, whispered something in her ear, and then the beautiful young woman hid behind the strong man, raised her legs, took off her underwear from her skirt, and stuffed it into the strong man's pocket. The strong man seemed very proud, and despite the presence of others, a hand reached through the young woman's collar.

And Du Guangting, who was accustomed to the identity of the superior, began to gather his minions a long time ago, and three or five young people followed behind Du Guangting with reverence on their faces, looking like they were sworn to be loyal.

Survival of the fittest, everyone has to find their own way of survival and survival dependence.

"You said that the old man in the tunic is a metaphysical person, so why didn't he stand up and help?" Ye Jingli asked Xiao Li.

"Maybe he doesn't think his level is enough, or the price of using metaphysical means is too great, or maybe I guessed wrong." Xiao Li said.

"No, I've been watching him for a long time, and he's not as sad as the others, but a little calm. I think he's waiting for the right moment, and he wants to wait until everyone is helpless to solve this problem, so that he can emphasize his importance to the greatest extent. Ye Jingli smiled proudly.

"You know the answer and you deliberately asked me?" Xiao Li turned his head and asked with some displeasure, "Does this give you the pleasure of crushing me with your IQ?" ”

Ye Jingli touched his nose and smirked, thinking, of course, it is more pleasure to "press" you with your body, and just wanted to give a high-sounding explanation, suddenly the crowd commotioned. Ye Jingli and Xiao Li immediately looked into the middle of the crowd, and "Conan", who was originally squatting on the ground studying a hundred T-shirts, stood up and stretched.

Fu Guohao immediately walked over and asked, "Little brother Conan, how is it, have you cracked it?" ”

"Conan" did not answer him, but glanced at the mustachioed "Sherlock Holmes", who was still studying numbers and symbols: "How is it, have you cracked it?" ”

"Sherlock Holmes" looked up at him and said with a blank face, "It's a little bit close." ”

"Haha, I'm sorry to keep you busy." Conan smirked, "I'm one step ahead of you." ”

At this moment, no one cares how hurtful his triumphant is, since ancient times, literati have been light on each other, and when two wise men meet in a desperate situation, they naturally have to fight each other.

Fu Guohao hurriedly asked him, "Who is that extra person?" ”