The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

And the doctor who was still trying to escape with a face full of horror just grabbed Zheng Quzhi with a grim face and dragged it to the operating table.

"Fuck!" Zheng Quzhi grabbed the side device to slow down his dragging motion, and then kicked his legs on the doctor's wrist. The doctor seemed to be unaware of pain, but was angered again. The fierceness on his face became more frightening, and he punched Zheng Quzhi with a fist.

hiss--

Zheng Quzhi is almost out of breath in pain, what the **** is the amulet? Wei Yan's **** hair charms are useless?

His head was groggy, and there was another dull pain in his chest. The smell of blood gradually diffused in this small house, and the gold in Zheng Quzhi's eyes appeared again, faint and deep.

"It's just a mere evil spirit, my lord, what's the trouble?" Wanqiu's voice faintly sounded.

The golden color in his eyes stabilized suddenly, Zheng Quzhi took a few breaths, and suddenly a carp got up from the ground, and surrounded the doctor's neck with one hand like a fight when he was a child, and the other hand slammed his face severely.

The doctor roared and tried to throw Zheng Quzhi away.

"Gluck..."

The little girl's laughter sounded, Zheng Quzhi moved for a while, his scalp was numb, and he looked back at the place where Xiao Ke was just lying down. I saw that Xiao Ke was already sitting on the operating table, his bare calves dangling, watching the fight between himself and the doctor as if watching TV.

Zheng Quzhi's breathing was a little heavy. After listening to his breathing for a while, he hit the doctor with another fist. But obviously, the doctor is not easy to provoke, Zheng Quzhi also suffered a lot of injuries.

"If there is a curse, it is foolish." Wanqiu's voice creaked again, accompanied by a sigh.

Zheng Quzhi ignored him. As long as he thought of what this person had done to Xiao Ke or even other people, Zheng Quzhi would smoke his head, wishing to kill this social scum immediately, but another clue gradually became clear in his mind.

When I lost my mind like that, my stomach hurts suddenly.

Zheng Quzhi was startled, looking down at the scalpel on his stomach. On the handle of the knife, the doctor's hand was tightly held, the knife moved, was pulled out by the owner of the hand, and stabbed in again.

Blood poured out.

The little gourd suddenly lit up with a red light, and was about to deal with the evil spirit who didn't know good or bad, when Zheng Quzhi moved and snatched the knife. Wanqiu's movements stopped and watched quietly.

When Wanqiu didn't react, Zheng Quzhi had already stabbed Xiao Ke in the chest with red eyes. The smile on Xiao Ke's face froze, and he looked down at the blood flowing down from his body, and he was stunned.

"I'm sorry." Zheng Quzhi clutched his stomach, his brows and eyes were slightly cold.

This illusion is trivial, that is to say, everything in it is transformed by trivial. The doctors here are as terrible as evil spirits, and it also implies that in Xiao Ke's eyes, doctors exist like this.

But the doctor wanted to kill him so much. Is this a trivial idea or the doctor's idea?

Zheng Qu knows whether he is stupid, and is even smart sometimes. He looked fresh and righteous, but he was actually very affectionate. He had already analyzed it quickly when he was fighting with the doctor.

This is an illusion, Xiao Ke wants to kill him.

After entering so many illusions, except for the one in the training camp, the owners of the other illusions wanted to kill him. Although the reason is unknown, it is still doubtful.

When he heard Xiao Ke chuckle, he realized that Xiao Ke also wanted to kill him.

Perhaps he was deliberately let him see the scene where Xiao Ke was defiled by the doctor, and he was deliberately let him see Xiao Ke being ripped apart by the doctor, the purpose was to inspire his justice and let him be killed by the doctor in order to avenge Xiao Ke.

Maybe the doctor didn't kill him, Xiao Ke would let other evil spirits kill him, and maybe even do it himself.

Therefore, he wants to leave this illusion.

The weapon used to kill Xiao Ke was the doctor's scalpel. Zheng Quzhi grasped the handle of the knife, closed his eyes and stabbed it down.

Xiao Ke screamed and scattered into a pile of ashes. The surrounding environment was like a piece of paper being torn apart, and everything gradually became blurred. Zheng Quzhi stepped back and just about to ask Wanqiu, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the whole person fainted.

***

Wake up, the destination is still the hospital.

With a white wall and injured foot, Zheng Quzhi sat quietly for a while, only to realize that the difference from the past was that Wei Yan was not by his side.

Is it still in the illusion?

Zheng Quzhi frowned. As soon as he was about to go to the ground, someone came in from the ward door. The nurse in pink uniform blushed and said to him: "Mr. Zheng, I will help you change your dressing."

Is it fantasy or reality?

Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes wary and asked, "Where is Mr. Wei?"

"It seems that I was called by the police." The nurse smiled shyly. "The case seems to have made new progress, and the police are almost gone."

Is reality.

Zheng Quzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly at the nurse: "Well, that's great."

After that, the nurse changed the dressing of his foot. The nurse is probably a fan of him. Before he left, he did not forget to take out a picture of him walking side by side with Wei Yan and hand it to Zheng Quzhi. He smiled embarrassedly: "I am your CP fan with Mr. Wei, you Can you sign me?"

C……CP powder……

Zheng Quzhi held back the smile on his lips, signed a big name neatly, and said with a smile: "It's my honor to sign the beautiful young lady."

After coaxing the nurse to flush, and leaving embarrassedly, Zheng Quzhi suppressed his smile, touched the phone from the table, and quickly called Wei Yan.

After a few moments, Wei Yan answered the phone, his voice as low and magnetic as before: "Awake?"

"Wei Yan, there is an inside story in this hospital!" He lowered his voice, and then said, "You know, too? Should we call the police now? Don't let the police all go..."

Wei Yan interrupted him: "We have no evidence."

Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, and all words stopped.

"Don't worry, wait for me to come back." After a moment of silence, Wei Yan's voice came again, with a magical power that calmed the restless heart.

So Zheng Quzhi dropped his heart, lowered his eyes and responded with a low voice: "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Quzhi got up and was about to pour a glass of water. His stomach hurt suddenly, and he sat back on the bed. With a vaguely ominous premonition, Zheng Quzhi held his breath, adjusted his clothes and looked down.

On the belly, a small slit was constantly pouring red blood from it. The dull pain gradually occupies all of Zheng Quzhi's senses, causing him to breathe a little fast.

The injury in the illusion was brought out.

He got up, not knowing whether it was too flustered or too painful, and fell to the ground without notice. The pain in his feet and stomach became more obvious.

"Fuck..." Zheng Quzhi only felt a little dizzy in his head. He didn't expect that he was actually stabbed. He got up from the ground with gritted teeth. He didn't have time to take care of other things, so he hurried to the door with his stomach.