God Bestows Evil

Chapter 49 Beginning-The Blessed Land of the Underworld

 “Doctor, wake up.”

“The appointment with the detective has arrived.”

Wu Xian supported his desk with his hands and reluctantly stood up.

Do not know why.

His body was very tired, his joints were a little sore, and his brain was sluggish, as if he had stayed up all night reading a novel and found that it was already noon the next day when he wanted to sleep.

 After standing up.

Wu Xian's vision gradually became clearer.

The first thing he saw was a calligraphy and painting on the opposite wall, with four large characters written in a brush.



 “Eh…not in Lihentian.”

“It seems that in the last blessed land, you could worship gods from the beginning, which was a benefit for newbies. After you have a permanent position, you won’t have this benefit.”

 Then Wu Xian began to observe the room.

This room is spacious and bright. The light shines in through the clear glass, making Wu Xian's back feel warm, and the air is filled with a faint scent of incense.

The voice telling him to wake up came from a slender and beautiful little nurse. She was urging Wu Xian with a stack of documents in her arms. Her voice was clear and sweet, pure and moving.

Wu Xian was shocked.

　　This blessed land is so earthly?

impossible!

 Absolutely impossible!

 But Wu Xian can't figure out the situation now, so he can only follow the situation for the time being.

The little nurse walked in front, taking Wu Xian to the appointment. Her slender waist was swaying lightly, full of youthful vitality, and she looked very eye-catching.

 But Wu Xian's attention was not on her.

 He is observing.

 First of all, he made sure that this was a psychiatric hospital.

Secondly, Wu Xian saw his own image through the glass on the road.

His appearance is completely different from his real self. Even the gray coat is gone and he is wearing a white coat. The breastplate on the coat has his name on it.

 Xu Ming, attending physician.

 Finally, Wu Xian began to think about what the patient he wanted to see looked like.

Logically speaking, patients with mental illnesses should come to the doctor's office, but now Wu Xian needs to take the initiative to find the patient. Maybe this patient is part of the danger in this blessed land.

Wu Xian began to fumble for the Ten Soul Flag in his clothes.

This thing is his only life-saving prop at the moment and must be prepared in advance.

 But this touch.

Wu Xian's expression froze.

Not to mention the Ten Soul Flags on him, not even the Destiny Certificate was missing. There was only a piece of soft cloth that was lumped together and the size of two palms. He took it out and took a quick look. The soft cloth turned out to be fragments of the Ten Soul Flags!

 “There’s something really wrong here!”

 According to the rules of Blessed Land, the Ten Soul Flag should be in Wu Xian's hand when Wu Xian enters the field, but now it is in a damaged state from the beginning.

The harmonious and beautiful hospital in front of him suddenly became ghostly in Wu Xian's eyes!

 Along with Wu Xian's surprise.

The little nurse opened a door. Wu Xian tiptoed back and forth at the door several times before he stepped in uneasily.

This is an empty room with no windows and soft rubber around it. It is more like an interrogation room than a ward. There is a two-person interrogation table in front of the room and an iron chair with shackles on the opposite side.

 There are two other people in the house.

One of the detectives must have been booked in advance. He was wearing a black uniform similar to the uniforms of the three German military uniforms. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. His face showed an attitude of wanting to deal with it casually.

Wu Xian's expression moved slightly. It seemed that this blessed land had a different social system from the real world.

 On the iron chair, a man wearing a straitjacket sat.

This man has half-curly hair, a calm and steady expression, and a pair of red bloodshot eyes. He has been staring at Wu Xian since he entered the door.

 After Wu Xian sat down, he showed a sunny smile.

“Doctor, we meet again.”

The detective kicked the man and punched and kicked him: "How many times have I told you that you can only answer questions, you have no right to speak casually!"

Wu Xian didn't care to observe the behavior of the two people. He saw something unexpected. A piece of text appeared in his eyes.

[Please complete this mental evaluation. You have the right to determine the mental state of this prisoner. If you determine that the prisoner has a mental illness, he will be sent to a special prison for execution. If you determine that the prisoner is mentally normal, he will be executed. . 】

　　【Please concentrate on playing your role and do not behave beyond the role setting. 】

　　The font is the same as that on the Juan Ren Du Ul, which means that the Ju Ren Du Ul is not gone, but is hidden in Wu Xian’s consciousness. This passage is the requirement of the Ju Ren Du Ul for himself.

Wu Xian rubbed his forehead in distress.

 So, the model of this blessed land is a role-playing game?

Wu Xian doesn’t resist role-playing.

 At least give me a tutorial!

 He is just a vagrant, not a psychiatrist!

Wu Xian doesn’t know how to tell whether a patient has mental illness, and he doesn’t have basic medical literacy. How should he complete the identification process?

The forensic appraisal system in this other world is so simple?

It is a matter of life and death for a prisoner, but there is only one doctor responsible for identification and one detective for supervision. This is too hasty and trivial.

 “Dr. Xu, you can start.”

The detective called Wu Xian and sat down next to him very casually.

"Actually, there is nothing to identify. I know you are not the kind of dirty doctor who collects black money. Just let this scumbag die as soon as possible. There is no need to waste energy on him."

Wu Xian asked tentatively: "What is the crime of the prisoner?"

“The murder was carried out by a family of four, an old man, a woman and a child. The method was quite cruel and the scene was unbearable to watch. However, due to regulations, I cannot disclose the identity information of the murderer and the victim to you.”

"oh."

Wu Xian looked calm.

“He is a common murderer. Why should he be sent for psychiatric evaluation?”

The detective turned to look at the prisoner: "Tell me how you killed someone."

The prisoner looked angry and seriously refuted the detective.

 “I didn’t kill anyone, all I killed were evil spirits!”

 Hear the word "evil".

Wu Xian’s lips curled up.

 Finally it has appeared, this style of painting is considered normal.

“That old woman was a ghost with a long tongue and wanted to strangle me. I cut off her tongue and chopped off her head while she was rolling on the ground..."

“The younger woman was a cleft woman with extremely tenacious vitality. I stabbed her more than a dozen times before stabbing her to death. Although she was begging me, I couldn’t let her go out to harm others.”

 “There is still a little boy who wants to escape, I...”

 The prisoner described the crime scene very seriously. There were four victims in total, and the cause of death of each of them was clearly stated.

If his words were applied to people, then he would be a complete cold-blooded murderer.

  But if these descriptions are used for evil spirits.

Wu Xian felt that he was a little too gentle.

A blessed land with evil spirits is a normal blessed land. The peace just now made Wu Xian feel unsure. Now he has entered the state.

He thought for a moment and said to the detective: "I have made an assessment that the prisoner has no mental problems!"

 The inspector looked overjoyed, patted Wu Xian on the shoulder and laughed.

"Let me just say, you are a good doctor and you will not be able to see through this man's lies. Now he cannot get away with it. The only thing waiting for him is the death penalty!"

Wu Xian signed the appraisal document, picked up the document and walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned back and said.

 “I only said that this man did not have mental illness, not that he was lying.”

 The inspector cursed.

 Escort the prisoner out of the interrogation room.

Two shadows flashed across the iron door first. These two shadows belonged to the detective and the prisoner.

 Then there are three ways, four ways, five ways, six ways...

　　　Infinite pursuit of the murderer, serialized!

 (End of this chapter)