I saw that I was standing on a grassland, with marks of sword slashes everywhere, and in front of me was a fist-sized, half-meter deep pit. However, there was no armored warrior in front of me, only a paper sword in the form of a warrior.
Man, lying in a deep pit.
Chen Zifei looked around. Although there was no light at this time, there was no fog, and the moonlight could still be seen. There was not even a human figure around. The armored warrior seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the deep pit.
samurai paper figurine.
Chen Zifei felt that his hair stood on end, and a chill came over his heart. What the hell is this? It's so weird. Could it be that the armored warrior was the paper man in the pit? Could everything just be an illusion? Chen Zifei was confused for a moment.
Not sure yet.
Squatting down, as soon as Chen Zifei's fingers touched the paper figure, the paper figure immediately shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of scraps. A gust of wind happened to blow by, and the scraps of paper flew away with the wind, and even the last trace disappeared.
It's gone, as if it never existed just now.
Chen Zifei was still squatting there, his eyes widened. At this time, he was wondering whether he fell asleep while walking just now. This was all a dream of his, but the traces of the battle on the surrounding grass were still clear.
It can be seen that it was not a dream just now, but it really happened.
"Whoever is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here." Chen Zifei stood up slowly and said in a cold voice.
Ten seconds later, Chen Zifei shouted again: "Whoever is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here."
After waiting for nearly a minute, Chen Zifei smiled bitterly. It seemed that there was really no one around, otherwise he would have defrauded him.
Looking towards the lake again, there is no fog anywhere. Although the light is dark, with the help of the moonlight, one can clearly see the black light reflected on the water surface, without even a shadow of fog.
Without thinking too much, Chen Zifei quickly left the park.
After returning to the hotel, he took a hot shower and lay on the soft big bed. Chen Zifei frowned tightly and sorted out what had just happened.
The man in armor probably doesn't exist. It's most likely an illusion. However, for such a real illusion, I'm afraid I'm tricked. It should be an illusion.
But when did he get infected? Was it after he walked into the mist? No, he had already seen the figure before he walked into the mist. I am afraid that he had already been infected before he walked into the illusion. That kind of
The feeling of a knife hitting something real in battle is so real.
Suddenly Chen Zifei was stunned. No, there was something wrong with me when I was fighting that armored warrior. The armored warrior was hit in the body many times by me, but no blood came out. And only then did he remember
, when I slashed at the body of the armored warrior, the feeling was different from that of slashing at a human body. It seemed as if the slasher was not a physical body, but a heavy sandbag.
What on earth was going on? The more Chen Zifei thought about it, the more confused he became, and a sense of crisis arose in his heart.
Although I don’t know what kind of situation I encountered, there is no doubt about one thing, that is, I am being targeted, and I don’t know what method the other party is using. This island country is indeed a strange place. Before, I
Too careless.
Just thinking about it, Chen Zifei fell asleep at some point. When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already entered the room.
I sat up and rubbed my swollen head, when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.
Chen Zifei smiled bitterly, that voice must be Lao Zhu's. How could he have so much energy? He went out to help female students last night, and he still had the energy to knock on his door so early.
Thinking about something in his mind, he opened the door and saw Zhu Zhengyang standing at the door, his eyes blurred, his face flushed, and there were red lip prints on his face and neck, proving the madness last night.
Chen Zifei couldn't help but laugh, and said casually: "Lao Zhu, you are so tired and you don't go to bed, what do you want to do with me?"
Zhu Zhengyang's eyes were blurred, he was laughing, and there was drool at the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong with Fatty Zhu? No matter how much you drink, you're going to turn red." Yuan Wudi's voice sounded from the corridor, and he also walked towards Chen Zifei.
Chen Zifei's eyes suddenly froze, and he frowned and said, "It doesn't seem right. Lao Yuan, help me help Lao Zhu in."
Yuan Wudi seemed to have noticed that Zhu Zhengyang's condition was a little abnormal, and hurried forward, and together with Chen Zifei, he lifted Zhu Zhengyang to the sofa.
This time both of them could see clearly. Zhu Zhengyang's face was so red that it was almost ripe, and he looked very scary.
Yuan Wudi lifted up Zhu Zhengyang's clothes and discovered that Zhu Zhengyang's body was as red as his face, and the temperature around Zhu Zhengyang seemed to have increased by one or two degrees.
"Is Fatty Zhu suffering from alcohol poisoning? Send him to the hospital quickly." Yuan Wudi said in a deep voice.
Chen Zifei frowned, shook his head and said: "No, he is not suffering from alcohol poisoning. We have drank before, and he is not allergic to alcohol. This situation is probably not normal."
Yuan Wudi looked at Chen Zifei and said, "Does this need to be said? His condition must be abnormal. Let's send him to the hospital first."
Chen Zifei couldn't see what was going on. The two of them sent Zhu Zhengyang to Puren Hospital. Chen Zifei was a celebrity here. When he saw him, there was a green channel all the way. They sent Zhu Zhengyang directly to the luxurious ward. Doctors and nurses were busy around Zhu Zhengyang.
Next, various examinations were done, and several tubes of blood were drawn.
Even the old dean was alarmed and came over to check the situation in person. After waiting for an hour, the test results came out one after another, but the emergency doctor and the old dean's brows became deeper and deeper.
"Dean Fujii, how is my friend's condition? Is he suffering from alcoholism?" Chen Zifei looked at the old dean and said in a deep voice.
The old dean looked at the emergency doctor, who shook his head in embarrassment, with confusion in his eyes.
The old dean said solemnly: "There is nothing wrong with Mr. Zhu's examination report, but there are some high blood lipids. However, with his body type, it is conceivable that high blood lipids will be high, but high blood lipids cannot cause this unconsciousness."
"And we also checked Mr. Zhu's blood. There was alcohol in it, but it was not high, far from the level of drunkenness. Judging from the test results, Mr. Zhu had no other abnormalities except for a high body temperature.
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Yuan Wudi looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Old Dean, why is Fatty Zhu unconscious? He was still awake in the morning, but his consciousness was blurred, and now he is unconscious. Is there any other problem that caused it?
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Chen Zifei also looked at Dean Fujii with confusion on his face.
The old dean shook his head and said firmly: "There must be nothing wrong with Mr. Zhu's health. We have just done all the examinations we can do, such as CT and MRI. If there is something wrong with Mr. Zhu's health, there are so many reports. It is impossible."