Then, Jiang Tian suddenly discovered that he had complete senses of smell, touch, hearing, and touch, but could not cause any interference or influence on real things. There were neither shadows in the sun nor reflections from the water. Even
The so-called intense sports such as running and climbing seem to exist out of thin air.
What the hell kind of situation is this? Have I really become a lonely ghost? Jiang Tian was inevitably frightened in his heart, and thought wildly that I am the successor of socialism to materialism and dialectical views. What?
How can we be limited and controlled by these unscientific things?
He wanted to turn around and leave without paying attention, but then he suddenly turned back after walking a certain distance; because a line of green text suddenly appeared in his field of vision: the space-time anchor point was found and is being linked.
..., and then the connection was disconnected? Then, he turned back without hesitation and asked coldly:
"What the hell are you?"
The moment he came into contact with the other party, a lot of sensory fragments suddenly flashed past like a frenzy. Then, the other party's pale, blue and purple complexion slowly returned to a pale white as snow; and Jiang Tian
Then I feel that the form and color of my existence seem to have become lighter.
Jiang Tian also suddenly and naturally understood that this was the anchor point of his existence in this world. Before he could speak again, everything suddenly became blurry again as the world spun around. Then, something familiar came to his mind again.
There was a long-lost noise and a strange smell filling the nasal cavity.
"how so?"
"Who is the cook in the inner kitchen today? How could such trouble happen?"
"Report, we have checked each one. I am afraid there is something wrong with the white fish soup. The dog will foam at the mouth after taking a few mouthfuls."
"It's Chen Buju, this dog slave, why don't you hurry up and catch him!"
"What? If he escaped, then go to his house and search for him. If you can catch some of his heels, just catch them!"
"Tailao is here to support you, not just to look after you. Hurry up and get me the documents and rush over."
After a while, it turned into an angry and yelling curse.
"Dead! The whole family burned charcoal to death! How can this be unreasonable..."
"Has this matter been taken over by the Jingzhao Mansion? That is of no use to us..."
After an unknown amount of time passed, Jiang Tian only felt that he was being lifted up and the venue was changed again; the surroundings turned into tit-for-tat arguments again:
"This is not possible. He will never allow anything to happen here. Don't you understand?"
"Although he wrote poems and essays that were popular for a while, and claimed to be Du Gen, Zhang Jian and others are just an arrogant and laughing stock in the eyes of the people in power..."
"But if he died suddenly and unexplained in this prison, it would have really solidified and established his reputation as the contemporary Zhang Jian and Du Gen..."
"Tell me what you saw, what should I do..."
"Of course we will do whatever it takes to get him back,"
"I actually have an emergency remedy, but I wonder if you would dare to use it?"
At this time, a reminder appeared in Jiang Tian's consciousness again:
"Does it consume 0.03 units of energy to neutralize toxins in the body?"
The next moment, Jiang Tian smelled an extremely fragrant smell. He couldn't help but choose "yes" and hurriedly opened his eyes; he saw a wooden barrel filled with night fragrance, so close at hand. He jumped in surprise.
When I got up, I was almost force-fed.
"Okay, okay, finally woke up."
"I'll just say my folk remedies work!"
But it was Fan Shizi, who had a shaggy beard and hair, and was boasting to the left and right: Although Jiang Tian looked at the toilet bucket next to him, he wanted to punch him in the face, so that he would know what "Why are the flowers so red?"
However, due to the sequelae of the disease, he could only weakly ask in a low voice:
"How is this going."
However, Fan Shizi and others were speechless after hearing this sentence, and looked at each other covetously for a moment before forcing out a very shabby smile and saying:
"This... please give Jiang Sheng a good rest. There is no rush at this moment."
Then, after passing through a dead-faced medical officer found in the prison, and carefully checking the mouth, nose, eyelids, etc., and confirming that he was really fine, Jiang Tian was carried back to the prison cell; and then he felt heavy and tired all over his body.
, fell into a drowsy sleep again. It was not until midnight that he woke up again; when he opened his eyes, he saw the somewhat scary face of Fan Shishi under the dim light close at hand.
"Fuck, what the hell are you doing!"
Jiang Tian couldn't help but reflexively yelled angrily: However, he opened his hand like a hiss to block the next sound, and then said in a low voice and hastily:
"Don't worry, Jiang Sheng. Don't you want to know the inside story of this matter?"
"how do I say this?"
Jiang Tian calmed down immediately and suppressed the urge to shout.
Later, under the intermittent narration of Fan Shizi's preface and subsequent sentences, Jiang Tian finally understood what he was thinking.
"I was accidentally hit by someone in the passenger car?"
In other words, someone actually used the cook who had been working in Tailao for more than ten years to put medicine into the food of "Gong Lu". It was still the kind of medicine that did not cause any violent reaction without seeing blood, and would only make people gradually lose their heart and lungs.
A special mixture of poison that causes paralysis and death.
As a result, due to an accident in the middle, most of it was given to him. As a result, the medicine was not strong enough and he was released. However, he was not able to kill Jiang Tian. Instead, he fell into some kind of blurry hallucination similar to "The Lost Soul".
Got it.
But for Tailao, which has been peaceful for many years, this is an earth-shattering political accident; because the mad dogs of Yushitai represented by Tailao, who have very little dignity and deterrence, were actually slapped.
snapping sound.
In particular, this is the only murder incident that has occurred in Tai prison in so many years since the Yintai Gate incident more than 40 years ago, which resulted in the death of countless officials and nobles. It is no longer just a prison officer, or
It is the Yushitai Palace itself that can cover up and suppress it.
In particular, the identity of "Gong Lu" was very sensitive. Although he ate a few mouthfuls because of his poor appetite, he suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for almost half of his life; he is still living in a special imperial medical clinic.
Of course, after Fan Shizi, who secretly came to pass the message, left again, Jiang Tian couldn't help but fell into some kind of contemplation. Because Fan Shishi could not understand and reveal so many things just by relying on Fan Shishi's own ability; then he could not help but pass the message to him behind his back.
What do people want?
By the next day, Jiang Tian had recovered and was able to do some simple limb expansion exercises. Not long after he finished eating the breakfast porridge with obviously added ingredients, he saw a completely unfamiliar person.
The jailer in black clothes with red borders walked over. He reminded Jiang Tian through the fence with an expressionless tone and a slow tone:
"Bing 16, someone wants to see you..."
Then thousands of jailers on duty gathered around him and cooperated diligently to bring him a bucket of water. In the side room of the main toilet, Jiang Tian simply washed his body and cleaned his head and face; then he put on a half-worn suit.
A new clean coarse shirt, after tying your hair into a bun and wearing a hair scarf;
This led him to walk towards the back hall outside the prison, which is specially used for interviews and arraignments.