When he heard the familiar name, the doctor's expression distorted without any trace, and then quickly returned to normal.

Phew.

Swinging his knife to suck up the twisted flesh at his feet, Wang Jin released his scarlet weapon.

The bloody metal cloud raged inside the carriage, absorbing all the wreckage and blood.

The doctor didn't speak, just watched all this quietly.

Doctor Chen's three words seemed to hit his dumb point.

After a long while, he smiled and spoke.

It was not a child's voice that should belong to the original body, but a hoarse and deep man's voice.

"I haven't seen you for a while. Are you busy lately?"

The words were exchanged in pleasantries, as if the two of them were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"I'm busy, just to save my life."

Wang Jin smiled.

"If I weren't busy, I might have been killed by you."

Snap.

Wang Jin found a cleaner seat, threw away the stumps on it, and sat on it.

At the same time, he pointed to the seat in front of him and motioned for the doctor to sit down.

The doctor was stunned for a few seconds.

But he still raised his eyebrows, sat on the seat designated by Wang Jin, and looked at him.

Wang Jin used his body to block the black shadow in the corner, while the doctor coughed lightly and asked the puppet to retreat far away.

There was a tacit understanding and no action was taken.

So two men, twenty or thirty years apart, sat in a broken carriage full of bones and chatted.

From time to time, sounds of fighting could be heard on the roof of the car, and behind him was a girl washing her hands.

The train didn't care what happened and just kept going.

This scene is so absurd, so absurd that it has an artistic flavor.

"You must have been quite busy recently."

Wang Jin crossed his fingers and said cheerfully.

Doctors are of course very busy.

He and Lu Zhidu have killed a terrifying number of ordinary people, and are wanted criminals by the command bureau.

These two guys couldn't set up an organization like Samsara, so they could only struggle in the shadows.

Despite this, the doctor still found time to study movies, which impressed Wang Jin.

"By the way, do you like the little gift I gave you?"

Before the doctor could answer, Wang Jin patted his forehead and pointed at the doctor's open collar.

On the pale skin are dark baby palm prints one after another, obviously coming from the Infant Head and Belly Corpse God.

Wang Jin remembered that the crawling god could use his power to turn the inside of an object into a swamp.

Such as trees and the ground.

Another example...the human body.

The doctor has apparently figured out a way to use the baby's head and belly corpse that the god has never thought of.

He turns the inside of a person into a swamp and manipulates it.

Obviously, knowledge and education have affected the strength of the Infant Head and Belly Corpse God, and it can only be a traditional climbing god in this life.

"It's you."

The doctor raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, he has offended too many people in the past ten years.

It is quite common to encounter someone seeking revenge.

Coupled with the special circumstances at that time, the doctor didn't even have time to ask where the black gas came from, before the other party was involved in the life-changing formation and was struck by lightning.

Of course, the doctor used steal unceremoniously.

So there were a few changes in him.

"I now spend some time on all fours every day."

The doctor pushed up his glasses and smiled.

"But just take off your limbs and put them on the ground, without delaying your rest."

"Overall, it's a good gift. You are much more considerate than him."

The man nodded and smiled, like a gentle scholar.

For some reason, Wang Jin always felt that the doctor was much more polite.

A scalpel would have flown over before.

Of course, the prerequisite for politeness is confidence.

Confidence obviously requires sufficient strength.

That is to say…

Doctors don't become normal just because they become stronger.

He just hid his madness deeper.

"I didn't expect you to be able to chat with me so quietly."

Wang Jin stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the broken table, speaking nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect that."

The doctor responded again, but did not take the initiative to raise the topic.

Apart from Wang Jue, they had nothing to talk about.

"A mortal enemy is also a close friend" is a situation that can only happen to a passionate young man.

It does not apply to people like Wang Jin and doctors.

The carriage fell into a brief silence, and only the sound of the train and the sound of Hu Xiaobei washing his hands could be heard.

call--

The train enters the tunnel again.

It's almost like a signal.

The child wearing gold-rimmed glasses suddenly stood up and spit out black water.

The puppet hiding in the distance only has shriveled human skin left.

While they were chatting, they emptied the black water from their bodies at the same time, almost flooding the carriage.

Whoosh!

A short, sharp sound broke through the air.

The child did not hesitate to take out a scalpel and stab Wang Jin.

There is nothing fancy about the action, just the first precise cut.

Snap.

There was clapping again.

From the very beginning, these puppets appeared while clapping their hands, and they have been slowly influencing the young man in front of them in this way.

Slowing down plus strong slowing down, combined with the doctor's own extreme speed.

Making this blow almost impossible to dodge.

Almost at the same time.

The black water spit out by the puppet began to corrode the floor of the carriage, and people standing on it would sink involuntarily.

Although he did not die instantly, Wang Jin was unable to move his legs.

This simple stab was the killer move that the doctor had been planning for a long time.

puff!

The scalpel cuts through the skin mercilessly.

The doctor narrowed his eyes.
To be continued...