Disease Name Immortal

Lung area, Baichuan chess and card entertainment room.

After the subway incident ended, everyone in the chess organization breathed a sigh of relief.

But this is Sick City, and now Sick City will never lack tasks.

In three days, more and more people bought purple wish flowers.

Although everything is still normal in the lung area, after all, in the sick city, many people die mysteriously every day.

But Old Liang had a hunch that the little girl might cause a huge disaster.

Mr. Liang entrusted Xun Fan to inform Tang Shizi about this matter.

As a result, a formal task assigned by the clerk began.

In the conference room of the chess and card room, Ma Liang, Xun Fan, and Liu Bing were discussing this matter.

"More and more people are receiving flowers all over the lung area. These people basically end up the same way."

Ma Liang touched his bald head, looking gloomy.

When he and Liu Bing rushed to hear the sound, they basically could only see the dark petals.

People are dead.

Someone was killed by a lover, and their wishes are related to love.

Some people were killed by business partners, and their wishes were related to money.

Others are pure joy and sorrow, unable to accept the huge contrast, and directly die of sadness.

For example, a father who wants his child to get full marks in the exam, but his child gets the first place in the school, but suddenly becomes a fool. He couldn't accept the reality and jumped off the building directly.

Ma Liang's narcolepsy, when the disease occurs, the body functions completely stop, just like death.

But in exchange for the ability to sense a few words when others die.

His illness would describe how those people felt when they died—

"When most people die, they are full of unwillingness and fear, and their desires are satisfied, but they will soon be completely broken and fall into greater despair."

"Reality has finally become beautiful, but then it will appear with a more broken side."

"And these people, in the end, are like being stunned, holding the flower and reluctant to let go."

"That's all I know. The strong personal emotions at death will cause them to give up thinking, and there is not much useful information they can find."

"And there is another point worth noting. There are still people who buy flowers these days, but it's strange that the little girl can't be seen at all."

Hearing this, Xun Fan realized something was wrong:

"Does this mean...she has been noticed by other forces? Someone is helping her?"

"The probability of the formation of a disease area is very low, and it requires great obsession, although these people who have died at present are basically unable to form a disease area."

"But these people... are all aroused by the wish flower. If people continue to die, maybe they will manually create the disease area..."

"She suddenly couldn't find her at this time. Is it possible that someone was taking advantage of this little girl?"

The expressions of the three of them are solemn. The car and the gun are currently performing tasks in the heart area and liver area.

To solve this matter, the other chess players can only cooperate.

But Ma Liang already felt that things might not be so simple. The situation of this matter is probably starting to get out of control.

Liu Bing said:

"How about Jiang Bingshu? How long will it take for him to come back?"

The people in the chess organization are strong enough to solve this incident.

But Liu Bing was very impressed by Jiang Bingshu's half-logical half-imaginative association.

And the **** tree is a rare survivor among those who have bought flowers.

So perhaps with the help of Ginger Disease Tree, we can speed up the investigation.

On the electronic screen, Xun Yu responded:

"Come on, I'll call Zhang Zhibing and ask Jiang Bingshu to come back for a few days to deal with some personal matters."

"He is now going to the third mental illness incubator in the heart area, which itself is also a task assigned by Persimmon."

"But we don't know what he's going to do."

The tasks of a sergeant are generally extremely important tasks. Liu Bing said:

"The third psychiatric incubator, is there anything going on there?"

Xun Fan shook his head:

"It should be fine. Zhang Zhibing is one of my contacts, and I have asked him before."

"He said that everything in the sick incubator is normal, although there are some hidden dangers, such as testing whether the patient has a hatching disease and so on."

"But there is no problem at the moment. Although the positions behind the pathogens are different, they are still in harmony."

It sounds really normal. For a person like Xun Yu who has always hated changes and rules being broken, he wouldn't feel anything wrong.

But Liu Bing is a front-line chess player, and she has been in contact with those mentally ill.

For some reason, Liu Bing always felt that in Xun Yu's description, the third psychiatric incubator seemed too normal.

But the current task is very tight, and she has no time to go to the psychiatric incubator to see for herself.

Ma Liang suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention back:

"I think the seriousness of this incident may have been underestimated. Until now, people's wishes have all been to satisfy their selfish desires, and none of them are outrageous."

Liu Bing frowned:

"you mean?"

Ma Liang's expression was solemn:

"Let's not forget one thing... Now our attention is on the dead."

"It seems that the characteristics of this incident are to satisfy people's desires and then double the price."

"But what's really creepy is that she can realize her wish..."

Both Liu Bing and Xun Yu understood that the strange appearances they are seeing now are because people have experienced a good life and endured double suffering. This extreme gap has brought a lot of deaths.

But no one knows to what extent the little girl in the purple dress can achieve her wish.

Suppose... Among the people who buy flowers, there is someone who doesn't want to satisfy their selfish desires, and this person's thoughts are of the chaotic and evil type.

Did he make a destructive wish?

There is no shortage of such people in this world. Some people have an unhappy life and will yearn for a better life. Others hope that everyone is doing well.

Some people are ill and will crave for treatment, while others hope that everyone will follow the disease.

Especially, the little girl may have been discovered by a certain force.

This made the whole thing, from the small trouble of the death of the residents of the lung area, to the horror of a huge scale.

Xun Feng immediately stated:

"It's not too late, please inform Sister Xu and Baozi immediately. This matter deserves attention, and also inform Jiang Bingshu."

Ma Liang nodded.

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Heart District, the third psychiatric incubator.

After Jiang Bingshu left Zhang Zhibing's room, he looked at the living distribution table on the floor.

He found a very strange thing.

This building has eleven floors.

There are many patients living in the entire ward.

In the deformed life in the sick city, there are not a few people who are crazy or have mental or brain problems.

But from the seventh floor, it is empty.

That is, from the first to the sixth floor of this building, there are many patients living on each floor.

But the seventh floor is empty, and the eighth floor is also empty.

On the ninth floor, there are three patients living in the huge ninth floor.

She was separated from the other patients by a full two floors.

When Jiang Bingshu saw this, he felt something was wrong.

"The disease incubator in the heart area, according to what Zhang Zhibing said before, can actually be regarded as a talent reserve area."

"The four major groups are all here to find people."

"But is it possible that Zhang Zhibing was actually wary of me and didn't tell me the truth?"

"Maybe there are people who have hatched a disease here?"

"Mental disease is not an infectious disease, why should you be separated from other people?"

"Is it because the three of them are too dangerous?"

When Jiang Bingshu touched his chin and stared at the floor map thinking.

Suddenly, a young man with a mohawk head jumped over.

This is obviously a mental illness, but Jiang Bingshu, who has mastered a wave of power, doesn't care about the other party.

He watched this mentally ill approach, thinking that the other party was trying to trouble him.

But when he walked to his side, he pointed to the floor map hanging on the wall of the corridor.

The floor distribution table shows that the two floors above the ninth floor, the tenth and eleventh floors, are all empty.

When Jiang Bingshu heard strange words, the Mohigan head patient said:

"Three plus zero equals four. There are five of the four great heavenly kings. Five elements and gossip, six or six great smoothness, seven stars in a row, and eight immortals crossing the sea..."

The patient began to talk nonsense, apparently very ill.

Jiang Bingshu is right next to this person, and this person doesn't pay any attention to Jiang Bingshu.

After talking a lot, the patient jumped away.

He was like a child reciting a nursery rhyme, clapping his hands and chanting.

Jiang Bingshu should have ignored it, but he narrowed his eyes, thoughtful.

"Three plus zero equals four, and there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings..."

"The following words are confusing and illogical, but these two paragraphs are related."

"If three plus zero equals four, then the quantity represented by this zero changes."

"Looking carefully at the floors, this distribution is unreasonable."

"Assume that the three patients on the ninth floor are relatively dangerous for special reasons, leading to isolation from other patients."

"Then why don't you choose the tenth and eleventh floors? Obviously, this can be farther apart."

"Or... are there more dangerous patients on the eleventh floor?"

Jiang Bingshu's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a lot of information flashed through his mind in an instant.

"If that's the case, then what that weirdo said just now has its place. Three plus zero equals four, and there are five of the four heavenly kings. It means that what I saw is one less than the actual one."

"There is another patient? And this patient seems to be too special, and the sick hatch doesn't want me to notice him..."

What kind of patient makes the pathogenicists of the four major groups agree to hide it?

Jiang Bingshu faintly felt that something was wrong with the sick hatchery.

If it is the person who hatched the disease, why does he still stay here?

"Did the sick hatch not want me to notice him...or did he not want others to notice?"

There was a bad premonition in my heart, an extremely terrifying thought that appeared in Jiang Bingshu's mind.

"Be optimistic, be more optimistic, you won't be so unlucky, right?"

A lunatic ran and said crazy things, and he seemed to think a little too much.

Jiang Bingshu did not deny the crazy thoughts in his mind.

But it doesn't mean that the content of the brain supplement is directly regarded as the truth.

"It seems that this disease incubator is a bit strange, and it's not as normal as it seems. Before I find the subway boy's sister... I'd better go and test Zhang Zhi's disease."

On the bright side, Zhang Zhibing is his only "disease incubator consultant".

Jiang Bingshu thought about it and decided to ask Zhang Zhibing directly about the situation on the ninth floor.

As for whether there are hidden patients in this sick incubator...

You can't ask about this, it's probably a taboo that shouldn't be known.

So Jiang Bingshu, who was about to go upstairs, turned around decisively and went to Zhang Zhibing's office.

He quickly came to the door of the office and immediately realized that something was wrong.

The moment he twisted the door handle, Jiang Bingshu found that... the door was locked.

"Why do you lock the door when you work during the day?"

Just when he was wondering, a strange voice came from the office.

It was a kind of moaning sound of a man when he couldn't speak.

Jiang Bingshu was stunned.

Outrageous, during the day, in the office, to do this kind of thing?

and the patient? Or a female nurse?

Not right.

nobody else.

On the third day after injecting the power of wave, Jiang Bingshu still closed his eyes, and he could see a small glowing spot in the darkness.

And within three days, he gradually got used to his stronger body.

As long as you concentrate, you can even temporarily improve your sense of hearing and smell.

Although he couldn't see the scene in the office, Jiang Bingshu felt—

There is only Zhang Zhibing in the office.

With more and more doubts in his heart, Jiang Bingshu didn't care about that much, bang bang bang knocked on the door three times.

He then heard a thud, as if someone rolled off the desk.

About thirty seconds later, Zhang Zhibing opened the door.

Zhang Zhi's disease has returned to normal, but the muscles in his face are twitching very slightly.

"What's the matter? Don't you mean you are familiar with the surrounding environment? Why did you suddenly come back?"

Zhang Zhi's breathing was uneven.

Although he tried his best to appear normal, Jiang Bingshu's observation ability was unsurpassed.

First of all, there is a certain smell in the house.

Then Jiang Bingshu closed the door and locked it again.

"What are you doing? What are you closing the door for?"

Zhang Zhibing suddenly became nervous. He is a sick man.

Although the ability of the disease demon is not strong, it is enough to deal with ordinary scenes.

Liver dryness syndrome is a new disease after the disease era caused by too strong anger.

Zhang Zhi's disease can make the other party's vision blurred and cause severe tinnitus.

Jiang Bingshu doesn't care. As a practitioner of the power of fluctuation, he has a certain resistance to the power of disease.

Zhang Zhi's disease, as Jiang Xiaosheng mentioned at the very beginning, is d9 type of liver dryness.

And as the saying goes, the inner fist is fast within seven steps, and he is very close to Zhang Zhibing.

Of course, he didn't want to deal with Zhang Zhi's disease, he just wanted to create a sense of oppression.

"I didn't expect that such an outstanding talent as Teacher Zhang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is also a craftsman."

This sentence was not spoken.

The paper ball in the trash can, although it can't explain anything, but there is a curled hair on the desk... This is a big problem.

In addition, the **** disease tree's sense of smell is very good now, so he already knows what this pathogenic doctor was doing in the office just now.

But because of this, he felt very strange.

A pathogenic physician, can't restrain his own desires? Doing this kind of thing at the office during the day?

Although there are not many pathogenic physicians here, and there are fewer staff here, this has been discovered, isn't it a direct death?

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Zhibing doesn't seem like a person who can't restrain himself.

Unless, this person has some kind of mental illness.

But Jiang Xiaosheng did not prompt, does this mean that Zhang Zhi's disease is actually not mentally ill.

But was it influenced by something?

"Teacher Zhang, don't be nervous, I just want to know some questions. I am used to locking the door when chatting."

Since Zhang Zhi's disease in front of him is trying his best to cover up, he should save some face for others.

Jiang Bingshu pretended that he didn't see anything. Of course, he didn't know whether his pretense was useful.

Zhang Zhi was already feeling a little guilty, and there was sweat on his forehead:

"what do you wish to ask?"

He really didn't expect that this newcomer would come to ask questions at such a time.

No, he should have thought of it.

It's just that the feeling in my head at that time was too happy, I couldn't take care of other things at all, I just thought that I had to "do something".

Jiang Bingshu stopped going around in circles and asked directly:

"Why are there only three patients on the ninth floor? What's so special about them?"