Although Chu Shuzhi didn't talk to Guo Changcheng very much, he showed his skills in his few contacts, leaving an indelible impression in Guo Changcheng's "young" heart.

Guo Changcheng believes that although the leader is also powerful, he is always friendly and is accustomed to making jokes. His character is at most a father and brother. No matter how powerful a person is, he will not have any mystery at close range.

But Chu Shuzhi is different. Brother Chu, he is definitely a "leiress" who can only be seen from a distance.

Guo Changcheng, like the "Networking Code for Behaviors" taught on the Internet, carried a small notebook with him and followed Chu Shuzhi happily, not daring to speak too much, and wanted to write down everything he saw.

As soon as the two entered the hospital, they saw a young policeman waiting at the door. Both sides showed their ID and walked into the ward together.

The person who received them, Xiao Wang, said while walking: "Our leader is also inside. He just called Director Zhao to communicate. The matter was particularly bad. The family called the police and said that someone maliciously sold toxic food. The poisoned one was lying inside. Until now, the hospital has not found out that he was poisoned."

Chu Shuzhi asked: "Food poisoning? What kind of food is it?"

"Fruit." Xiao Wang said, "It is said that the victim got off work the night before and had time to eat. According to his family, he ate an orange he bought on the roadside. As soon as he finished eating, he stopped the vegetables and quickly sent it to the hospital. I heard that those who used to poison water and add additives to food were the first time they encountered poisoning fruits."

As he said, he pushed the door of the ward, and a shocking scream immediately broke out from inside. Guo Changcheng was startled, and stood on tiptoe and poked his head out from behind Chu Shuzhi.

I saw a man lying on the hospital bed, about thirty or forty years old, struggling constantly in the bed. Several doctors and nurses worked together to hold him down. There was a crying woman next to him, probably his family member.

The man on the hospital bed held a doctor's hand tightly, almost pulled the doctor's hand off, and wailed in an unusually neurotic voice: "My legs, my legs are broken...my legs! Ah! Ah!"

He cried and howled, and the veins on his neck rose high.

"Help! Save me... My leg is broken... It hurts so much, help... it hurts!"

"Leg?" Chu Shuzhi turned his head and asked Xiao Wang, "Didn't you say he was food poisoned? What's wrong with his legs?"

"Okay," said Xiao Wang, "I didn't even have a bruise. After filming, I didn't find any problems - that's just that."

Chu Shuzhi walked over, patted a young nurse on the shoulder, and asked her to let a place out. Then he raised his hand and flipped over the man's eyelids, stared at his pupils and studied for a while. Then he checked behind his ears, and finally said something softly, reached out to make a grab, and then placed his clenched fist on the man's chest and abdomen and held it down hard.

The man who was struggling suddenly calmed down.

Chu Shuzhi leaned over and asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

The man finally took a breath, looked at him gratefully, and shook his head.

The doctors and nurses next to them all looked at them with a look of looking at the cult.

So Chu Shuzhi let go of his hand without any sympathy, and without caring about the screams that sounded again behind him, he turned to Guo Changcheng and said, "I've finished reading, let's go, go back to write a report."

Guo Changcheng: “…”

Now that I’m done! That…what happened just now?

Chen Wei's elective course time that day was in the evening. When the last group of students left, he packed up his own things and returned to his residence. Along the way, he couldn't help but pick up his phone and looked at it a few times... as if he was very concerned about time.

His mobile phone only has three functions: making phone calls, sending text messages and watching time. The game comes with the mobile phone, and he has never played it before.

Chen Wei doesn't like this thing. He always thinks that letters are more convenient. He can write notes for urgent matters. If he doesn't rush, he will say it slowly. It's nothing to write at all. It's not like making a phone call. When he thinks that this thing has to be charged by time, he feels like someone is staring at him and feels very different.

The letters themselves are also a kind of happiness full of expectations, especially when the letter is very special to him. Only the handwritten handwriting of the other party can arouse the deepest thoughts, and those letters can be collected for a long time.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yunlan never wrote a letter. Even when he signed for express delivery, he thought the strokes of the name were too troublesome. Every time he just drew a ghost-like "Zhao" and sent the person away. "To the Soul-Slaying Envoy" asked the puppet who delivered the letter to send a message, and to "Chen Wei" it was endless text bombardment.

The cold printed handwriting on the mobile phone text message looked no different from the balance notified by the telecommunications company. Although Chen Wei was not willing to delete any of it, he always felt that he was not used to it... But there is no need to get used to it now, because after Xueshan came back, Zhao Yunlan never harassed him again.

It's okay, Chen Wei thought that a mortal's life is only a few decades, and for him, it's just a flash of light. Later, people die like a lamp extinguishing, and everything in this life is no problem. At that time, Zhao Yunlan will forget him again.

Chen Wei turned around and pushed open his bedroom door that had been closed. The moment the door opened, the light inside automatically lit up.

I saw that there was no bed, no table, or chair in the room, and there were several portraits on the wall. It was a long time since the mounting was installed. The paintings were all a man, with the front, side, back, and clothes on his body arranged according to the age, which were different from all dynasties, but people were always the same, even the most subtle expression between his eyebrows was meticulous and had not changed in life.

Later, the old portrait of the space was turned into photos of all sizes. When he was a teenager, when he grew up... some were laughing, some were frowning, some were talking and fighting with others, and there was a cat that was jumping up to his head, and he shrank his neck and hid and scolded.

All of them are Zhao Yunlan, and he is the only one.

Chen Wei felt that after all, he only knew some things and remembered them alone. When the time was right, he would disappear alone. It would be best if no one would notice them - because he was a person who should not exist.

Before that, the only thing Chen Wei could indulge himself was to secretly look at the man without him noticing him.

He would sneak into Zhao Yunlan's house late at night, but the man was very alert and he didn't dare to stay for a long time. Fortunately, Zhao Yunlan had many dinner parties recently, and most of the time he was already half drunk when he got home, so he dared to step forward a little.

Come quietly and leave quietly.

Chen Wei looked at the photos and portraits all over the wall with nostalgia, and turned around and disappeared into a black fog.

He quickly passed the Huangquan Road, but at the bridge, a large judge was greeted by a group of ghost messengers such as Heibai Wuchang, Niutao and Horse Face.

The judge was a middle-aged man with a white face and a slightly fat face. He was kind-hearted and not scary. When he saw Chen Wei, he looked respectful and smiling: "Sir, the Ten Palaces of Hell are welcome."

By the side of Naihe Bridge, which was wailing everywhere, Chen Wei's beautiful eyebrows looked a little cold. He nodded to the ghosts, without raising his eyelids, just said politely: "I'm working."

The judge observed his expression and said carefully: "The last time we sent the Book of Cause and Effect to the Lord, we were indeed inadequate to think about it, and even almost revealed the adult's appearance. We were really guilty."

Chen Wei looked at him calmly, almost showing the judge's cold sweat.

So the old man immediately said, "But all the records related to Kunlun Lord back then have been cleaned up. The little god promised that there would be no leakage, and even no clue could be found. The Lord is now in the world, and as long as the ghost face is tight, he will never know anything. Moreover, the Lord is so filthy and dirty people like the ghost face may not dare to 'awaken' him."

Chen Wei smiled softly, with indescribable ridicule, and said nothing - he really had nothing good to say.

The judge laughed dryly, raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat.

He himself also felt that the underworld was not smart enough to give the book of cause and effect to Zhao Yunlan on a blatant basis, but what could it be?

It's not him who has the final say.

He was pressing ten great gods above him, and they even signaled him to secretly find out what the Soul-Slaying Envoy was thinking and whether he had any intention of being unstable. Although the Soul-Slaying Envoy did not speak, he always looked gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and others, but his heart seemed like a mirror.

No one is stupid. He is so old that he doesn't want to try the soul-killing sword at all.

Besides, if that great god really wakes up, will they sit on the same bench with them?
Chapter completed!