Disease Name Immortal

A new day has come.

In the early morning, the chariot returned to its unruly appearance when it was covered with advertisements.

On the way to the stomach area, Jiang Bingshu drove the car.

His driving skills were not very good, but the fluctuations of sickness gave him a perception beyond ordinary people, so he didn't have a car accident, but compared to Liu Bing and Xu Manyu, once Jiang Bingshu drove faster, it would be more bumpy.

But Baozi did not complain. Ginger disease tree and steamed buns actually go well together.

Both of them talked a lot, but the difference was that Jiang Bingshu was a social cow with a restless mouth, and Baozi was a woman who could not do three sentences.

Along the way, Baozi tells about the many differences between young girls in the liver area and young women in the heart area.

Although Jiang Bingshu doesn't understand, it feels very powerful.

Originally, he remembered that Sister Bingbing said that Baozi and Sister Che looked down on Xiaobing.

But in fact, he found that it was okay, Baozi probably just didn't like teaming up with women, but he didn't look down on his teammates.

At noon, Jiang Bingshu and Baozi had already sneaked into the crime scene.

This place has been sealed by the people of the hospital team.

After the newspaper was published, people in the entire building were basically questioned.

There are no clues.

If it weren't for the fact that Baozi happened to know the capabilities of the black cannon, Baozi might have thought that the murderer was the neighbor witness who claimed to have seen the deceased's husband go out.

The houses in the stomach area are very small. This family's house is only 40 square meters, but it is actually not small. In the stomach area and lung area, they are considered "big houses".

"The body has been disposed of, we shouldn't find any clues, right?"

Even Jiang Bingshu, who is good at thinking, does not think that in this case, he can find any useful information.

Baozi's suit is wrinkled.

It was supposed to be a private detective configuration, but he was stunned by him wearing a messy feeling of hurriedly dressing when the old king next door cheated on him and caught up with the bitter master when he came home.

But he doesn't care:

"It's not possible to find clues on every mission. Smoking?"

"Won't."

"No, you can learn, isn't your kid absolutely healthy? It's a pity not to smoke."

"Brother Bao, I can't find any clues, how do we find the black cannon?"

Ginger disease tree diverts the topic.

Steamed Bun didn't force it. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep breath, and after swallowing the cloud, he said slowly:

"A murderer kills one person and commits one case. Another murderer kills ten people and commits ten cases. Which one do you think is easier to get caught?"

"The latter. The more crimes are committed, the more loopholes and clues remain." Jiang Bingshu replied without hesitation.

Baozi nodded:

"It's like this, so there is only one case now. We have to wait and wait for a few more deaths."

"What?"

Jiang Bingshu looked at the steamed bun in surprise, what do you mean by how many more people died?

"Don't you understand? I mean there are too few clues, let him kill a few more people. We look for clues based on the common ground of each crime scene. It's just this one place, and I can't find it."

Of course what the bun said.

Jiang Bingshu retorted:

"Aren't the lives of dead people worth cherishing? Shouldn't we solve the case as soon as possible? Save as many lives as possible?"

Baozi was deliberately stimulating the diseased **** tree, so he also guessed the reaction of the diseased **** tree:

"Hey, boy, you've only been here for a few days, so you must have piled up a lot of tasks, right?"

The topic turned a little hard, Jiang Bingshu nodded.

He joined the chess organization for less than a month, and this month has experienced Villa No. 9, Rotten Dog Disease, Subway Ward, Wish Flower Incident, Long Tail Incident, and the task of hunting ghosts at this time.

If the calculation is more detailed, you have to take into account the communication with Dr. Zhou and the completion of the endgame.

Some tasks have been completed and some tasks have not been completed. To the extent that something can be done at any time.

"That's it. I'm similar to you. I still have nine tasks to complete, and Sister Che has more."

"For example, I know now that there are homicides in the liver area, lung area, and heart area. But if I, like you, think that everyone should be saved, then I may fall into difficulty in choosing."

Baozi shook the ash, and didn't care about sabotaging the crime scene. He actually knew very well that there would be no clues here.

"We are a small organization, and we are open chess. In order not to expose a lot of hidden chess, we must carry a lot of work so that the organization can function normally."

"At the same time, we can't ask for more, we can only ask for refinement, otherwise it will attract the attention of those behemoths."

"I'm telling you this because I want you to understand that after you join the chess organization, it's a hard life. You need to investigate the dead here today, and you need to investigate the dead there tomorrow."

"But you can't save everyone, you have to accept the death itself. The lives of these ordinary people must be regarded as the most useless waste. The wicked use the useless civilians as a resource, and you must do the same. Do it, and more calmly than them."

"Only if you are more terrifying than a ghost, you can quell a ghost. Only if you don't care about human life more than someone like Black Cannon, you can hunt him."

"If I can draw a black gun, I don't mind if I go to harm a few people. I only pursue the justice of the result, and whether the procedure is just, I don't care at all."

This is a bit far-fetched. In fact, the buns are not really rotten, waiting for the black guns to keep killing people to add clues.

If possible, he also hopes to catch the black gun as soon as possible.

He is not a ghost, he can't be as mad as a ghost.

But in the sick city, we must learn to calculate the gains and losses.

One day in the future, this soldier with unlimited potential may also be the No. 1 master in the organization, and he will have more and more troublesome tasks.

He must learn to look down on the lives and deaths of the people in Sick City, learn to use abandoned sons, and if necessary, Baozi can even abandon himself.

Jiang Bingshu heard Baozi's voice.

He's not the type of person that everyone has to save.

It was just these words that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Those who execute justice cannot do true justice, otherwise true justice will never come.

"Of course, if you're like the sick detective Ke Bei in the cartoon, who solves a case every episode and can solve a case on the spot, I'll say you're so good that you don't need to change yourself."

"But you shouldn't be so strong."

Ginger disease is indeed not so strong. He is just a little smart, far from being so wise that he is almost a monster.

At this time, Baozi did not find any clues at the crime scene.

He couldn't find any clues like the **** tree.

There is only one information that can be inferred - the other party likes to torture corpses, and is extremely perverted, and can endure the stench of corpses and live in one place for a long time.

Other than that, he couldn't see anything. The crime scene has been cleared.

The sick monitoring team was obviously rotten, and had brought the witnesses back for questioning, as if they were going to close the case in a hurry. Even if there were clues at first, they were gone now.

Baozi patted the **** sick tree on the shoulder:

"Come on, let's go out to eat something."

...

...

The day goes by quickly.

There was no harvest at the crime scene at noon, so Jiang Bingshu observed the steamed buns.

Baozi made nine calls in total.

The five calls involved a total of three different cases.

The first is a kidnapping case where the target is a ghost.

The second is a murder case, and the target is a ghost.

The third is a small ward, a suspected ward. A house in the kidney area, you can't get out after entering, it has the characteristics of closed disease area, but it is not a disease area and needs to be investigated.

Jiang Bingshu found that no matter which task Baozi neglected, more people could die.

He gradually understood that the professional chess players in the chess organization may face the problem of the tram all the time.

Steamed Bun's approach is - anyway, if I want to save people, I will choose the most comfortable way to save people.

Ginger diseased tree can't do this for the time being.

In the afternoon, the two went to investigate the nearby residents and asked about some information about the case.

Of course, nothing.

During dinner, Jiang Bingshu asked about Baozi's ability to be sick.

Because Baozi talked about the overpass in Xinqu, where he fought with the black cannon.

The absolute imitation inequality of the black cannon made the steamed buns at a disadvantage.

But Steamed Bun suddenly changed his momentum and turned the tide of the battle.

Generally speaking, asking someone about their ability to be sick is to be beaten.

This is taboo.

But Baozi told Jiang Bingshu quite generously:

"I can summon what others fear in their hearts, and I can't directly defeat the opponent. The gun is a chess piece that must rely on external objects."

"I just summoned what I feared the most..."

"In a sense, I'm very restrained from black guns."

"Black Cannon can't defeat the opponent directly, but he can imitate the opponent and use the strength of the opponent to defeat the opponent."

"And he should never, never, copy me. Generally, I call out what other people fear, and it takes a long time to prepare, but I know myself too well."

"So in that battle, I summoned a childhood nightmare at a critical moment...reversing the situation. But unfortunately, he ran away."

Jiang Bingshu was amazed, the ability of Red Cannon can be so strong.

He had a lot of contact with Xu Manyu and Liu Bing, but this time with Baozi, he knew that the three operators... The weakest one was indeed Sister Bingbing.

After talking with Baozi, the sky turned completely dark.

The two people's one-day investigation made no progress.

Baozi opened two rooms in a hotel in the stomach area.

It seems that he has "off work" and does not intend to continue the investigation.

Jiang Bingshu has no clue, after all, there is really no clue.

He could only accept everything and lie down in bed and fall asleep.

But before falling asleep, Jiang Xiaosheng suddenly said:

[Ginger diseased tree, I smell the smell of disease area. 】

"What the hell? Ward? Here?"

[No, it is a Class A ward. 】

Jiang Bingshu doesn't know the concept of A-level, but only knows that there is a Houlang factory, which is a B-level disease area.

The previous subway wards, Villa No. 9, and even the long-tailed chronic wards were not rated.

He had a conversation with Jiang Xiaosheng in his mind:

"Jiang Xiaosheng, what's the situation?"

Jiang Xiaosheng just said:

【I have no idea. I can't perceive too many details of a disease area of ​​this level, it may not be aggressive, and I don't know what the rules of the lesion are for the time being, but what is certain is that it must be a very large lesion. 】

One wave after another.

When looking for the ghost of Black Cannon, an unprecedented super sick area appeared?

Ginger diseased trees are unimaginable.

But Jiang Xiaosheng was no longer speaking.

In the sick area, Jiang Xiaosheng can be more active. But no matter what, the communication with the **** sick tree and the support for the **** sick tree are like consumables.

The number of each day is limited, and the so-called active is only an increase in the upper limit of communication.

Jiang Xiaosheng felt the horror of this ward, and after simply reminding Jiang Bingshu, he stopped talking, probably doing some kind of preparation, such as providing more support for Jiang Bingshu.

The conversation between Jiang Bingshu and Jiang Xiaosheng was interrupted.

Although the heart is very anxious, but the body is too healthy - the quality of sleep is also very good.

As long as he wants to sleep, he can easily fall asleep.

So Jiang Bingshu didn't think much about it, because he couldn't think of the reason, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep when he encountered difficulties.

...

...

The next morning.

The sun shines into the Baichuan chess and card entertainment room and falls on the white wish flower.

Jiang Bingshu rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.

He habitually touched the money under the pillow, and after feeling the touch of a stack of money, he opened his eyes contentedly and was ready to start washing.

He didn't notice that something was wrong, because this life was already familiar.

But when he brushed his teeth in the mirror... he noticed.

Jiang Bingshu suddenly patted his handsome face, and suddenly became in a trance:

"Wait, I'm not in the inn in the stomach area? Why am I in the chess room?"

When he thought about it, he seemed to have a sense of sight.

It seems that I have experienced this scene myself.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether my experience in the stomach area was real or fantasy.

Jiang Bingshu's eyes widened, and he looked around.

Everything is so familiar, and although I have only been here for less than a month, I already feel at home here.

But yesterday's memory is so familiar.

"Jinger Bingshu, hurry up, today you drive, let's go to the stomach area."

Bun's voice came.

This sentence makes Jiang Bingshu's sense of sight even more serious.

He faintly felt that he had heard this sentence yesterday.

Exactly the same sentence.

There was a sudden acupuncture-like pain in the brain, but it quickly disappeared.

Jiang Bingshu responded:

"Okay, Brother Bao, I'll be right here."

Wait, this sentence seems to have been said?

Chaos gradually dissipated.

Memory is getting clearer.

After going downstairs to see Baozi, Jiang Bingshu became convinced of one thing—

This is not a sense of sight.

Not the feeling as if I've seen similar things and said similar things before.

He gradually realized that he had really seen the scene in front of him, and had really had the conversation in front of him.

"Brother Baozi, shall we change the place? No clues could be found in that place yesterday."

Downstairs in the chess and card room, Jiang Bingshu opened the door of the car and said to Baozi.

Baozi frowned, Jiang Bingshu's words confused him, but what Jiang Bingshu said next confused him even more:

"By the way, what happened last night, Brother Baozi, why did we appear here?"

"Shouldn't we be in the stomach area?"

Baozi was stunned.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Bingshu's forehead:

"You, like the coach, have weird dreams? When the **** have we been to the stomach area? Are you confused?"

The coach will have some prophetic dreams, and the clues of the subway ward are from the coach's dream.

Jiang Bingshu didn't think of this crop for the first time~www.novelmt.com~ He wondered:

"Don't you remember? We went to the stomach area yesterday..."

"Stop talking nonsense and drive quickly."

Baozi pushed the **** tree into the car.

Jiang Bingshu did not contract a strange disease, so he would not have a prophetic dream like the coach.

The moment he was pushed into the car by Baozi, he thought of another possibility, so he turned on his mobile phone and checked the calendar.

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Yesterday, I added more because I promised the editor to add more updates, not because 520 could ask for leave. How could I stop changing because of 520 days? Thinking about it carefully, 520 seems to have nothing to do with my 250. or update happier

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