As the police left, a group of young nurses in the department whispered again, looking at Yang Fang with a strange gaze.

"Doctor Yang, seeing that you are usually quite clever, you shouldn't have encountered telecom fraud, right?"

One nurse laughed.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be."

Yang Fang said with a smile.

"But Wang Donglai is dead, how can he pay you back? That's hundreds of thousands. ”

The nurse said.

"That is, if someone borrows me more than 100,000 yuan and doesn't pay it back, I will definitely not be able to sleep every day, and I want to die."

Another nurse said.

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated, anyway, the police will arrange it, it's a big deal for his parents."

Yang Fang said perfunctorily.

It doesn't matter if it's not yet.

He spent all this money from Wang Donglai to buy things, although he was suspected of being cheated by him, but the people died and the debts were eliminated, how could there be any such thing as paying back the money.

So he didn't expect the other party to pay back the money at all.

Next, Yang Fang began to continue to work.

A few more days passed.

The days became unusually peaceful.

The police are still investigating, trying to find some clues, but unfortunately they have investigated more than 60 people who transferred money to Wang Donglai, but they have found nothing.

After the blood test, urine test, all the reports showed normal.

In the end, the police could only suspect that Wang Donglai was committing telecom fraud.

He should have scammed all this money from other people.

It's no wonder that those people were 'cheated' by Wang Donglai, but no one chose to call the police, and no one said that Wang Donglai would pay back the money, which made a group of police detectives completely confused.

Of course, there was also a small episode in between.

That is, when the investigation was carried out on a middle-aged man, the other party mysteriously told the police that he had crossed over...

Not only did he cross over, but Wang Donglai also crossed over, he bought some things from Wang Donglai on the other side, so he transferred money to Wang Donglai...

As a result, before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the expressions of a group of police detectives became strange.

One of the detectives, who obviously had a great temper, asked the middle-aged man to perform a crossing on the spot, and if he couldn't cross it, he sued the man on suspicion of obstructing official business.

The middle-aged man's face was embarrassed, so he had to tell the other party that the time was not yet ripe, and once the time was ripe, he would cross.

But for this kind of words, the police obviously did not believe it, and almost took him back to investigate.

The middle-aged man had to quickly change his words, sneering, saying that he was making it up blindly and hoped that the police would not mind.

...

Time to pass.

On Sunday, the sun was shining.

Cloudless.

Yang Fang finally ushered in the weekly rest time, and he seemed extremely relaxed.

Dressed in loose tracksuits and carrying a wooden sword he bought online, he was in good shape and was jogging on the trails.

Before, he also had the habit of jogging every week, but he was bothered by things crossing some time ago, which made him have no time to jog, and now everything is gradually calming down, and he naturally has to pick up this habit again.

Another point is that Yang Fang really wants to see if his physique in the real world improves, then whether the speed of cultivating internal strength and swordsmanship can be accelerated.

Perhaps the accumulation of quantitative changes can really lead to qualitative changes.

Although real-world cultivation only increases 'experience' and does not increase strength, it is good to make 'experience points' grow faster.

Before I knew it, more than half an hour had passed.

Gradually, Yang Fang began to be surprised.

His body stopped suddenly, feeling incredulous.

"Wait, my physical... Doesn't it seem to be the same as before? ”

I remember that before, he ran for more than ten minutes each time, and then he was out of breath.

But this time he jogged, he actually ran for more than half an hour, still full of energy, and did not feel short of breath.

What does this mean?

"Could it be that the cultivation of the real world can really make the body change invisibly?"

Yang's head shook.

Or is it that the cultivation of another world has affected reality?

After running for so long, his limbs were still full of vitality.

He continued to run ahead in order to check his limits.

Nearly ten minutes passed for the run.

Finally, Yang Fang began to gasp for breath.

His body stopped again, and his heart was deeply incredulous.

More than forty minutes passed before he felt tired.

It has improved several times compared to the previous time.

"If the other world can really affect reality, then it's troublesome, maybe in the future, some non-human people can come out..."

Yang Fang said darkly.

Although the impact is still small, it will definitely snowball over time.

And there was one more thing that worried him.

Nowadays, there are only a few people who cross, but more and more people will probably cross in the future.

If one day the crossing becomes something that everyone knows.

So if you use the power of the government to integrate resources, will he agree or not?

If you agree, you will definitely be pulled in the early stage, and the current chaotic situation in the black iron settlement, even if the official crosses, it will not do anything, if you take them to occupy the territory, you will only suffer heavy casualties, after all, it is a world dominated by force, no matter how many of them are, they can't stop the real masters.

If you don't agree, will you be suppressed by the authorities when you return to reality?

Yang Fang's mind had infinite thoughts.

Now I just want to take one step at a time, and don't expose myself easily.

At least in the early stage, you have to hold on!

He found a chair and walked over to rest.

As soon as he sat down, he saw a group of old people practicing boxing in the woods not far away.

Their posture is very slow, and at first glance you know that it is Tai Chi.

Yang Fang looked at it quietly for a while, and gradually revealed his suspicions.

He found that his brain seemed to be more sensitive to movement.

The postures of these old people practicing boxing seemed to be automatically broken down in his mind, and every movement became extremely familiar.

In order to verify this, he got up directly and did the same on one side.

This practice was unusually smooth.

In just ten minutes, a whole set of Tai Chi was really imitated.

"My real-world credentials have changed, too?"

Yang Fang was stunned.

If it were before, even the simplest broadcast gymnastics, he would not have mastered it all in a few days.

But now he actually only watched Tai Chi for a while, and he imitated it directly.

"Could it be that the qualifications of another world can really affect reality?"

Yang Fang's brows furrowed.

However, he practiced Tai Chi a few times and found that it was the case.

This kind of boxing is not so much a boxing method as a health gymnastics, and it is simply impossible to expect this thing to hit people.

After a while, he pulled out the wooden sword on his body and began to practice the Shadowless Sword Technique.

"Young man, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing here, it looks like you've never seen it before."

An old man in a short coat suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fang, revealing a curious look.

"What kind of swordsmanship, it's a blind practice."

Yang Fang stopped, smiled, and said, "By the way, this Tai Chi is practiced in the back, can it really beat people?" ”

"Now that it is a society governed by the rule of law, why do you want to beat people? Tai Chi is a self-cultivation boxing method, which can strengthen the body and make people's minds peaceful, what's wrong with this? Don't look down on Tai Chi, I heard that many foreigners who play boxing abroad like to practice our Tai Chi if they have nothing to do, if it's useless, why should they practice? ”

The old man said.

"Yes, it seems to make some sense to look at it this way."

Yang Fang was stunned.

I didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"It's no wonder that young people nowadays are too uncompetitive, which has led to the gradual loss of many boxing skills in our country, and if you want to learn in the future, you can only spend money to learn abroad."

Another old man sighed.

"yes, young people don't like this anymore."

"Sooner or later, they will suffer a big loss..."

Then, as if touching something, a group of old people began to discuss.

Yang Fang sat here for a while and then couldn't stay any longer, made an excuse, and continued to run along the mountain road, preparing to change places to practice swords.

As soon as a group of old people started talking, they couldn't stop talking.

...

Two days later.

Yang Fang had just finished eating dinner when he felt a familiar scorching heat coming from his left arm.

0 days, 0 hours, 9 minutes, 59 seconds.

58 seconds.

57 seconds.

...

He glanced at it, and immediately lay down on the bed with great skill.

"Big guy, remember the trading location!"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's phone lit up again.

Several group members sent messages at the same time.