I didn't ask Zhang Baoshan to send me home.

When I got downstairs, I persuaded him to go back and take care of Yang Xiaowen, and solve the matter of the female fairy first, in case the night is too dreamy.

Zhang Baoshan was still worried about Yang Xiaowen, and he didn't be polite to me, apologized, and hurried back.

I turned around and went back to the affiliated hospital, and with a little trick, I inquired about the male doctor's condition.

Wang Zhiyong, the attending physician and lecturer of the medical school, is 47 years old, widowed three years ago, has no children, and currently lives alone and lives in the family area of the medical school.

Dr. Wang had just been called to the dean's office and had not yet returned to the treatment area.

It looks like the people from the Public Security Bureau have already come.

I left the hospital, went to the family area of the medical school, found Wang Zhiyong's residence, and sneaked in.

Instead of going through the door, he got out of the corridor window, and used the scorpion's ability to climb the city upside down to climb the wall and open the window to enter the house.

The room is the outer body, and the door is the windshield.

As long as it is a warlock, they will make some arrangements at the door to prevent someone from breaking into the door and tampering with it.

If it was a bungalow, the window would also be arranged, but the sixth floor where he lives now naturally won't bother with that.

On the surface, the room was ordinary.

The furnishings are simple and neat, and the largest electrical appliance is a Panasonic color TV imported from Japan.

The most of them are books.

The study, which occupies three walls, is full of bookshelves.

There are also a few on the table under the window.

There was also a half-written note on the table, and the pen rested diagonally on it, next to the half-cup of residual tea.

There seems to be nowhere to show the elegance and calmness of a scholar.

If it weren't for a corpse lying on the bed in the bedroom.

The corpse's skin was covered with dense corpse spots, and it was black and dry, and it looked like an unsuccessful mummy.

He just lay straight on the bed, even covered with a quilt.

Although the face is densely covered with corpse spots, and it is blue and black, you can still see the normal appearance, not to mention that it is exactly the same as Wang Zhiyong, it is also carved out of a mold.

There were obvious strangulation marks on his neck, his Adam's apple was shattered, and even his neck bone was broken, so that his head was placed in a strange position on his chest, looking indescribably awkward.

I didn't touch the corpse, I turned back to the study, sat down in a rocking chair, took out the Kirito with the picture on it, went to the low table next to the chair, and waited quietly.

After only an hour, the lock rang and the door was pushed open.

Hurried footsteps walked into the room and walked straight to the study.

Then stopped at the door.

I smiled and greeted Wang Zhiyong, "Dr. Wang, why did you get off work so early?" ”

Wang Zhiyong's face changed, and he immediately glanced around, took a wrong step back, and then asked in a suppressed voice: "What do you want to do when you break into my house?" ”

"Your home? I thought this was the home of the corpse lying in the bedroom. ”

I chuckled, reached out to pick up the Kirito, and shook it at Wang Zhiyong.

"Old Tongshen, don't say that the lights are dark in front of the bright mountain, you have deceived the eyes of the gods with the top shell of your hand, but you can't deceive me, the people in the road, they are all people who run the sea, climb a branch first, and save the water to wash the Dragon King Temple. The sky is high and the water is wide and the mountains are many, and the gods from all walks of life show their true spirits, go out and bow first, don't you worship Ge Xianshi, I don't know which mountain, which temple, which old immortal master is worshipped? ”

"It's good to say, everyone has two layers of skin, one layer of God comes from one bone, learned the Prince Tiangang Technique, borrowed God bones to draw my skin. They are all even angry brothers, don't do that foreign thing, in the morning in the hospital is the brother lost the first courtesy, I would like to let the old man participate in a little way, and see each other in front of the patriarch in the future. ”

Wang Zhiyong pinched the French seal and saluted me, which was polite.

I pulled a sewing needle out of my pocket and stabbed it between Kirito's legs.

Wang Zhiyong snorted, covered his crotch, his feet were weak, and he knelt on the ground, his face was covered with beads of sweat.

But it hurt like this, and he still didn't make much noise.

"When you were performing the spell in the hospital, why didn't you think about whether the flood would wash away the Dragon King Temple? The patriarch's rules, avoid hearing the voice, don't break the meeting, have you learned the dog's belly? At this time, it is generous, and Trinity is a little bit of a way. Hehe, I came to Jincheng to open a pillar, you broke my spell, I can't recruit people, it's bad for my reputation, just give this, are you sending flowers? I sold you to the poor guys, and I can earn back two more, so I can use you to be poor and generous here? ”

I pulled out the needle and was about to stick it in Kirito's eye.

Wang Zhiyong suddenly took something out of his pocket and threw it heavily on the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and the thing was torn apart, but it was a jade plaque.

Almost at the same time, a puff of scorched black smoke came out of Kirito's hand, the photo rune paper turned to ash at the same time, and sparks flickered among the others.

I hurriedly threw Kirito to the ground with my hand, and stepped on it with my foot.

Wang Zhiyong rushed up like a tiger pounced, snatched Kirito, rolled out of the distance, and sprayed a mouthful of blood at Kirito.

Sprayed with blood, a puff of ash smoke came out of the back of Kirito's head where it was injected into the ashes.

He immediately stretched out his fingers and quickly smeared the blood on Kirito, reciting two sentences quickly with a big tongue as he painted, and then threw Kirito to the ground and stepped on it.

After doing this, he looked at me expectantly.

I spread my hands with him and said with a smile: "If you want to break the technique and eat me, then show some real skills, don't make some three-legged cat kung fu embarrassing." ”

Wang Zhiyong was shocked, probably unable to understand why his spell didn't work.

But he was stunned for a moment, and he immediately turned around and ran.

I pulled out another Kirito with a painted face.

There is a shallow burn mark on the back of this Kirito's head.

It's called Serial Nightmare.

Wang Zhiyong fought his tongue and substituted the injured jade pendant, snatched back the initiative, and the spells he cast were all applied to this Kirito.

Fighting methods are like embroidery, who is more fully prepared, more able to calculate with heart and no intention, who has a greater chance of winning.

Why are people in the rivers and lakes afraid of warlocks? It's not just because our people are unpredictable, but also because we are more insidious than the other, and we really want to offend us, and we don't know how we died.

I took a needle and plunged Kirito's left foot.

Wang Zhiyong had already run into the living room and was running towards the bedroom opposite.

Suddenly, his body staggered, and his left foot slid and twisted into a strange shape, making a crisp cracking sound.

He threw himself on the ground, but he didn't give up, and still crawled desperately towards the bedroom.

I'll stab the man's left and right arms again.

Wang Zhiyong couldn't exert his strength in his arms, stopped in despair, turned his head to look at me, "They are all brothers in the same staff, and they must leave three ......rings when they kick the Admiralty."

I squatted in front of him and brought Kirito in my hand to him, "Try it again and see how much tongue blood you can use?" ”

Then he stabbed Kirito in the crotch with a needle.

Wang Zhiyong's whole body twitched into a ball of pain, and he let out an irrepressible low roar in his throat, and it took a while to recover and look at me in despair, "It's not enough to kill people, what do you want?" ”

"Justice! I have received filial piety to summon souls to others, but you can't help but say, you don't even climb a branch, so you come in and harm my Dharma, there must be a reason. If you can explain it clearly, what can you say about this matter today, and if you can't explain it clearly, then you can only press the reasoning and ask the local colleagues in Jincheng to give a comment. ”

Hearing me say this, Wang Zhiyong's eyes lit up, and he said continuously: "Okay, I'll reason with you, let's ......"

I took the needle and stabbed it three more times in the same spot.

Wang Zhiyong's whole body convulsed, sweating through his clothes.

"They are all brothers in the same house, see that you are also an old runner of the sea, say this kind of thing, when I am empty, rotten me in vain? Pressing the reason, either make it clear, you have to fight and win me first, come, Kirito, put it here, I'll give you another chance to fight again. ”

Wang Zhiyong looked at Kirito who was close at hand, his face full of despair.

He was injured by me on both hands and feet, and there was no way to do any movement, the only thing he could do was to spray blood on the tip of his tongue to break the method, but the blood on the tip of the tongue could not be sprayed continuously, he had already used it, and he had to wait for the bite to heal before he could use it again.

"The opportunity is given to you, but you don't use it."

I sighed and pinched Kirito's head, ready to unscrew it.

"Don't, don't, what do you want to know, I say!"