Disaster Shelter

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Wen Wen rubbed his hair distressedly. Li Dazhuang's narration, after he had heard it, he talked a bunch, but there was nothing useful.

To put it bluntly, he did not have a stone hammer to prove that his rampant incident was related to supernatural powers.

"It's difficult for you. You don't know what your problem is, but you know he must have a problem?"

"Now we all pay attention to the suspicion of suspicion. It is useless to just suspect."

Li Dazhuang smiled bitterly, and he didn't want to do that, but apart from the scene that bit the mouse, he did not find any evidence of abnormality.

Whether in front of him or in front of anyone else, he was the same person, and did not show any strangeness.

The reason for him to make up his mind to ask Wen Wen for help was because he once saw the look in his eyes.

That look was not looking at a person, but at the food!

"Forget it, no matter what, I'll meet your nagging for a while. I can't take notice without confirming it with my own eyes."

In fact, Wen Wen still believes Li Dazhuang's words, because he knows that Li Dazhuang is unlucky ...

So Wen Wen decided to visit Li Dazhuang's uncle Zheng Feng in person.

However, he couldn't just go like this, he couldn't go directly to tell people he was a demon hunter, so he had to do a simple disguise.

So he asked Li Dazhuang to wait. He went to the pharmacy that was open 24 hours a day and bought a stethoscope and hung it around his neck. He didn't know where to pull out a pair of glasses.

Coordinating with his white coat, he looked a little cold and looked like a doctor.

In the end, he took out a small bag and flipped inside, and found a psychiatrist's certificate and hung it around his neck.

When being a detective, I occasionally need to pretend to be another identity, and the identity of the doctor in the heart is more likely to be trusted by those inmates with a stupid mind, so Wen Wen has always prepared false evidence.

Ok……

Not just a psychiatrist, his bag also contains a lot of documents such as police, university professors, federal agents, active officers ... and so on.

This is necessary to be a detective ... maybe.

"Let's go, take me to see you." Wen Wen, who finished the disguise, said to Li Dazhuang.

Li Dazhuang looked at Wen Wen, who had a very different temperament in a short time, and could not help but grow his mouth. You are playing to become a living person.

"Don't hesitate to lead the way."

When walking to the population of Zheng Feng's family, Wen Wen knocked politely and knocked. No one opened the door. Wen Wen raised his eyebrows and gradually increased his strength. If he could not knock open after one minute, he could remove the door.

Listening to the sound of crickets, Li Dazhuang shivered behind Wen Wen. He brought Wen Wen to him, so it wouldn't hurt him.

"Here, why are you going to demolish the house?"

Zheng Feng opened the door and looked at Wen Wen with a look of dissatisfaction and Li Dazhuang smirking.

"Dazhuang, what are you doing?"

"Uh ... lao, this is the new psychiatrist I'm looking for, Wen ..." Li Dazhuang said weakly.

Zheng Feng's brow twisted into a knot, and his face was unhappy and said, "Do I need you to find a psychiatrist, and you also need to find a serious psychiatrist, this person looks more irritable than me."

Wen Wen stood up in front of Li Dazhuang and said rightly, "Sir, you can question my personality, but you cannot question my professionalism."

"I have treated many patients with overwhelming psychological problems. After my treatment, they did not hurt others anymore, but studied together and improved together."

This gentle text did not lie, the patients he said were the monsters in his shelter.

They did study together, progressed together, and wished to strangle the gentle ...

Seeing Wen Wen's expression, Zheng Feng froze and thought he hurt Wen Wen's feelings.

However, Wen Wen took advantage of his so-called God's stall to get into his house and sat down on the sofa with a big swing.

Seeing that someone had come in, Zheng Feng didn't rush anyone, sitting opposite Wen Wen, trying to deal with him.

"This Dr. Wen, let's just say it straight away. I really don't have mental illness and I don't need your help. You can leave."

Wen Wen did not answer, and his nose twitched slightly. There was a **** smell in this room, a **** smell of humans!

So he stood up and said, "It's so fragrant."

Then, he walked into the kitchen by himself, stood at the door, slid in, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Zheng Feng quickly walked behind Wen Wen and said, "Mr. Wen, please pay attention to this, this is my home."

He was unhappy. Is Dr. Wen really professional? He just called Dr. Peking.

"Sorry, after taking the child's commission, I rushed over without dinner ..."

Li Dazhuang poked his lips and lied to the ghosts. When they first met, the goods were all alcoholic.

Zheng Feng said with a sigh of relief: "This is my stag bone soup ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no, I don't take patients a needle and a thread during the treatment."

Wen Wen politely refused to say that he would never eat anything unknown when dealing with a suspected supernatural event.

However, the taste of the broth was strange, unlike the common pork, beef, and mutton.

If it is stag bones, it can be justified, anyway, Wen Wen has not eaten venison.

He sat back on the sofa and said in a gentle tone used by psychologists on TV: "I'm here to treat you anyway. Tell me about you."

He secretly slammed a finger and launched the ability of the treacherous tree spirit. If Zheng Feng is a complete ordinary person, then he will not reject Wen Wen's request now.

Sure enough, Zheng Feng's attitude softened, he really substituted himself into the role of the patient, and began to narrate with the gentle words.

"Things started two months ago. I went home in the fog and accidentally bumped into something and passed out."

Seeing him cooperate like this, he has fewer suspicions, but if the ability of the trickery tree spirit does not work, it can prove that he is not an ordinary person.

But if the power of the trickery tree spirit works, it can't prove that he is OK, after all, he may be disguised.

"Can you describe what kind of fog?" Wen Wen asked, squinting his eyes.

Zheng Feng froze for a moment, wondering why Wen Wen would be interested in an ordinary fog.

"It was dark that night, and I couldn't see it clearly, but there seemed to be something floating in the fog, and the air in the Furong River really needed to be controlled."

"It was a bit scary. I walked quickly, and then I hit something, and the fog was gone when I woke up."

Wen Wen's eyes flashed a little, something was floating in the mist ...

Is it a layer of fog?