"It's still early, let's sort out the plague first."

After going to the toilet and washing his face, Jiang Wuxi sat cross-legged on the bed and began to sort out the sparse information.

"1, the purpose of the plague is to refine the blood pill."

"2, the blood pill can only be refined by the inner pill technique of the Dao Sect."

"3, the suppression of the possible plague by the Qingling Pill is just a pretense, the purpose is to prolong the time of the Blood Refining Pill."

"4, judging from the conversation between Murong Yue and Li Changfeng, he should know the truth about the plague."

"5, Murong Yue wants to kill Murong Bangfeng."

"6, Murong Yue's wife has a strange illness and has been bedridden for three years."

"7, Liu Qinghua said that Murong Yue is infatuated, and she can do anything for 'her', and she should be Su Qianqian."

Recall and deliberate as much as possible to make these clues together reasonably.

"So......" Jiang Wujian frowned.

"Murong Yue and the Heavenly Dao Temple are in the same group, in order to cure Su Qianqian's illness, he and the Heavenly Dao Temple made a plague together?"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded, and Jiang Wujian himself was very shocked by this conjecture, after all, this was directly related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people.

But no matter how outrageous this conjecture is, judging from the current clues, it is reasonable......

After all, that world is absurd in itself.

So, Jiang Wujian continued to think along this line of thought.

"If this is really the case, what benefits can the Taoist Temple get in this matter that day? The blood pill is listed as a forbidden technique, and this kind of head-killing thing, a county guard does not have such a big face. ”

"Unless...... The Heavenly Dao Temple also needs blood pills! ”

"The plague has killed so many people, and there must be a lot of blood pills refined, but no matter what disease Su Qianqian has, it is impossible for an ordinary person to use so many blood pills, and the starting point of any transaction is mutual benefit."

"In order to cure Su Qianqian's illness, Murong Yue spread the plague for the Heavenly Dao Temple, and it is convenient for the Qingling Pill."

"The Heavenly Dao Temple relies on Murong Yue's protective umbrella to refine as many blood pills as possible, even if the blood pills happen in the east window in the future, they will already be in their hands......"

"This inference is reasonable, but what is Murong Yue bent on killing Murong Bangfeng for?"

This will start to cause headaches.

After a while, Jiang Wujian denied all conjectures about this matter and reversed it and started over.

"This point has to be pushed backwards."

"Then if you want to kill someone, there are only two purposes, either a need or a threat."

"...... of needs and threats"

Jiang Wuxi pressed his temples hard with his fingers.

"If it's a need, Murong Yue's biggest need now is to resurrect his wife Su Qianqian, if Murong Bangfeng has his needs, then it must be related to this matter."

"Regardless of whether Murong Bangfeng is Murong Yue's biological daughter or not, Su Qianqian's biological mother will definitely not be wrong, the blood relationship is ...... Could it be that he wants to borrow the corpse to return the soul and exchange his life for his life? ”

Jiang Wujian shook his head, feeling that this possibility was a bit outrageous.

"If it's a threat, the biggest threat to Murong Yue right now is nothing more than falling short and not being able to save his wife."

"The blood pill needs the plague as a cover, so the plague is his greatest reliance, so ending the plague is a threat, and finding the source of the plague can end the plague, so Murong Bangfeng ...... She is the source of the plague?! ”

"This ...... This is a big possibility! ”

"That's why Liu Qinghua gave the wrong information that the source of the plague was in the Heavenly Dao Temple, and her purpose was to mislead us! After all, Li Changfeng and I have already affirmed that the plague is related to the Heavenly Dao Temple, so even if this information will arouse suspicion, we can't completely ignore it! ”

"And Baili Gaozhuo! He may have also discovered some clues, but as long as Murong Yue told him, all this was for Su Qianqian, and according to Baili Gaozhuo's temperament, he would definitely be willing to die! ”

"Plus Murong Bangfeng's disappearance."

"Hoo ......"

Jiang Wujian let out a long breath and lay on the pure white hospital bed, feeling a little panicked.

"Murong Bangfeng is the source of the plague, hehe......"

"A person who thinks about the people is actually the communicator of this disaster."

"What a sarcasm......"

"It seems that selling the Qingling Pill is just a natural thing, reasonably exploiting the people's fat and people's ointment, and then using the money to beat some people, or it may be to prepare for the escape of the East Window incident in the future."

"As for those demons of the Red Lotus Sect, heh, nine times out of ten, they are just fishing in troubled waters......"

"After all, who wouldn't want this thing like Blood Pill?"

“……”

"Master Qiu, your death is really not worth it."

Jiang Wujian looked at the fluorescent tube on the ceiling, temporarily put aside the plague matter, and began to think about what happened to him.

"Flawlessness has arrived, no taboos ......"

"Liu Qinghua went to the Heavenly Dao Temple, she must have wanted to tell someone from the Heavenly Dao Temple about this."

"It may be Qingxuanzi, or it may be a real person who is not a real person."

"She also said that even if I die, I will still be a baby, and she has never seen any flawless heart when she digs up my heart."

"So ......"

"Am I flawless?"

This matter is easy to speculate, and according to the situation at the time, Liu Qinghua was very credible when she said these things.

After all, because at that time, Liu Qinghua thought that she was talking to a dead man.

"Flawless ......"

"I'm flawless...... What is Immaculate? Does this have anything to do with me going back and forth between two worlds? ”

"Zhang Fugui wants to take away me, does it have anything to do with this?"

"What about the small-footed female corpse?"

The more I thought about it, the more upset I became, and the whole person began to be frizzy.

Puzzled, Jiang Wujian took out the red hijab under the pillow and asked at the red hijab.

"What is Immaculate?"

"Did you and Zhang Fugui find me for this?"

“……”

"What bullshit is flawless, why don't you say that I have a Supreme Bone on me? Exercise! ”

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

Jiang Wujian was excited, and hurriedly put away the red hijab.

"Enter."

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, and Su Xiaorui, who was tied with a ball head, walked in.

Today's aunt is wearing white stockings, her legs are slender and straight, and under the support of a pleated skirt and small leather shoes, people can't help but think of an Internet term - pure desire ceiling.

Although she doesn't wear makeup, her naturally beautiful aunt looks much better than those bells and whistles even if she doesn't wear makeup.

"You're awake!" The aunt trotted to the side of the bed, her big eyes bent into crescents.

"Yo, this is deliberately dressed up today?" Jiang Wujian raised his eyebrows, his gaze was somewhat unscrupulous.

The way they get along has always been like this, and Jiang Wuxi is also deliberately ridiculing, with no other meaning.

The aunt gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, turned around, and asked, "How is it, is it good-looking?" ”

"It's good-looking, but the skirt is a little shorter, not ladylike enough." Jiang Wujian commented.

"You know the!"

Auntie pinched Jiang Wuji's face with her jade onion-like fingers.

"Just my dress, with my beautiful face in the prosperous era of the city and the country, why don't you compare Fang Shiyu's mother in a minute?"

"I didn't expect this stalk to be used by you......" Jiang Wuji rolled his eyes.

"Okay~ Let's go to the cafeteria, everyone is there."

The aunt naturally took Jiang Wuji's arm, and at the same time, Jiang Wuji could also feel the happiness of the aunt from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't you want us to make our own mooncakes for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival? I mentioned it to Dr. Zhang a while ago, but I didn't expect him to really agree, and he specially organized tonight's event. ”

Jiang Wuji, who was dragged away by his aunt, said, "Auntie, thank you." ”

"What stupid things are you talking about?" The aunt has a gentle smile on her face, and the two small dimples set off a bit of cuteness.

"Hurry up, go quickly, tonight must be very lively~"

may be infected by the emotions of the aunt, or it may be the festival.

Jiang Wujian temporarily put down everything on the other side and walked towards the cafeteria with his aunt.

It is rare for a mental hospital to hold such an event, at least Jiang Wujian has never heard of it.

As my aunt said, tonight must be very lively......