There is some redness and swelling in the pinhole, is it incomplete disinfection? Xie Jiu looked at his arm and sighed.

If Dr. Yang came, he would definitely not let him do this kind of thing by himself. However, I do it myself, and I really have to admit that no matter how rigorous a person is, he still can't do his best in a field that he is not familiar with.

Xie Jiu sat in his study, saying that it was a study, but there was actually nothing in this room, only the Huanghuali desk and the empty bookshelves around him. On the desk, there is only a white tray and a syringe.

There are no books, since the age of 9, Xie Jiu has been used to it, everything that can be remembered, remember with his own brain. He doesn't trust any medium, he doesn't even write down what others shouldn't know.

He closed his eyes, and his mind was all the roads, all the gates, bridges, and alleys of Changsha City.

The first is the terrain.

He said in his heart that he had to know what the stage of this big play he directed was like.

All the whole picture of Changsha City began to extend in his mind, the sedative made him extremely focused, and all the details did not flash one by one, but appeared in his mind almost at the same time, as if he was walking in more than a dozen places in Changsha City at the same time.

This is something he can't usually do, it's the effect of the drug, which can't last too long.

Then, the protagonist of the first scene: the black-backed sixth.

The name was on the very top of the stack of envelopes.

In other words, within three days, the Buddha will attack him.

When he read the letter, he rearranged the letter and put the black-backed sixth on top, which was for the sake of the Buddha, the death of the black-backed sixth was the most imperceptible, but it was the most weighty, and if the black-backed sixth escaped, he would not report the news. The most important thing is that the black-backed sixth is already alienated from them, and the Buddha is the first to start, which is slightly easier.

But now, he is facing the problem he set for himself, he can't let the black-backed sixth leave Changsha, because if the Buddha is unfavorable, the subsequent changes cannot be estimated, so he must let the sixth master survive.

He can't do this, Xie Jiu knows very well that he can't appear in this script for a penny, and the opponents he faces are far from those dog-headed masters on the rivers and lakes.

He needs an opponent of the Buddha, someone who doesn't want the Buddha to succeed.

Is there such a candidate?

No, Xie Jiu frowned, and a trace of anxiety broke through the medicinal properties welled up, but it was quickly suppressed.

Three days, leave the person a day and a half, no, two days. Then, I still have one day to create an opponent for the Buddha.

Time is the biggest enemy this time.

Xie Jiu looked at the table, thinking about this candidate, a cold sweat began to break out on his head, he couldn't think of it, even if some people were suitable, he wasn't sure.

He can't do things that he doesn't know he is sure of.

An irrepressible anxiety welled up in his heart, and he understood that he was thinking about an impossible thing, not only because of the uncertainty of the matter, but because he was not practicing around the Buddha, he was calculating some people he didn't know at all.

His heart was not beating fast, but it seemed that a huge hand was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

He patted his face, pulled open the drawer, and pulled another syringe out of it. He took a breath, sterilized the needle in alcohol, and inserted it into his vein again.

Slowly, he quieted down again, he wanted to put the syringe down, but found that the syringe was no longer in his hand, and he didn't know when it fell to the ground.

He looked down to pick it up, but his eyes went dark and he fell.