The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The three prisoners were sent to the infirmary in the police station with specks of blood all over their bodies. They were so trembling when they were sent there that the doctor almost thought they had been severely tortured. He frowned and said, "Exerting violence to the prisoners." You will be prosecuted, and I think you should understand the boundaries of interrogating prisoners."

Feng Yuanhua, who brought the three prisoners over, smiled, touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "I promise I didn't use violence against them, I just asked the new intern to help me a little..." He laughed twice. , Feng Yuanhua whispered, "It just makes them a little unlucky and they always encounter accidents."

The doctor expressed disbelief and glanced at Feng Yuanhua suspiciously. Then he took the three people to bandage their wounds. He also checked the current conditions of the three people. After it took only a short time to deal with the injuries of the three people, he then He walked towards Feng Yuanhua with a strange look on his face, looking quite confused.

"The results of their health assessment have come out. They only suffered minor injuries. Basically, the skin was broken and there was some blood. There was no fracture after the fall. At most, there was some congestion. They will be fine soon." The doctor said. He frowned slightly, looking very puzzled, "But these three people have deep psychological shadows, as if they were frightened."

Looking up at Feng Yuanhua, the doctor within the police station keenly grasped the key to the matter and asked directly: "That new intern is a student of the No. 1 High School for Superpowers in City What could it be, how could these three ruffians be so frightened?"

Feng Yuanhua chuckled: "I'm going to continue to interrogate these three people and record the clues and information they confessed. If you are interested in the new intern's powers, why not go and see for yourself, I think there should be many People who are interested in his abilities will ask him for help.”

After what he said, the doctor really became a little interested. After treating the injuries of the three prisoners, they were fine for a short time, so he simply followed Feng Yuanhua and left the infirmary and walked towards the interrogation room. As soon as I got closer, I saw Director Zhang, who was still tall and powerful, smiling and talking to a tall, thin and comely young man.

"How long will it last if these five interrogation rooms are covered?" Director Zhang's tone was very gentle and his attitude was very good. Although he is usually easy to talk to and a good person, his attentive and warm attitude can only show the strangeness of this young man. It's really useful, at least for the police department.

Xuan Yuan glanced at the five rooms Director Zhang mentioned, and did not go too far. He just replied: "I can probably hold on until the end of the internship." It's not easy to praise the original owner's superpowers right away. How powerful it is, after all, there must be some room for improvement.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Director Zhang smiled and touched his cleanly shaven chin, "Is there an area restriction for your ability to activate? There happens to be a small utility room next to these five rooms. , we will convert it into an office for you as soon as possible, and you can do your homework here when you come to practice at night. "

Regarding Director Zhang's special friendship, Xuan Yuan just nodded slightly, then a strange smile flashed across his eyes, and he chuckled: "If I use my powers, maybe the tables and chairs in your bureau will break down faster." Regardless. The tables and chairs near him or in the five affected rooms probably cannot escape the fate of being scrapped frequently.

Director Zhang was stunned for a moment, then continued to smile kindly like Maitreya Buddha: "It doesn't matter, if the one in the interrogation room is broken, it's broken. At worst, you can just repair it and continue to use it. The desk and chair used by you alone are scrapped. The losses can still be borne. "At worst, it can be declared as special funds and allocated by the higher authorities.

Xuan Yuan expressed his understanding, and then he saw a group of prisoners being pushed into the five interrogation rooms that Director Zhang mentioned. They were either unruly, gloomy or cold, and some of them even spit out dirty words. They looked like that. Those guys who don't cooperate with the police would probably make a big fuss here if the handcuffs on their hands didn't have the effect of blocking supernatural powers.

"It's time to start. The five interrogation rooms have been arranged in advance and will definitely give them a very profound experience." Director Zhang smiled slightly, his attitude was very gentle and calm, as if he had no ill intentions towards the prisoners at all.

But in fact, the environmental layout of the five interrogation rooms is much more dangerous than the one created by Feng Yuanhua. It definitely belongs to the kind of environment where a series of changes will inevitably evolve if there is an accident. It is the "god of death" and "accident" The best environment for performance.

Of course, Director Zhang will not want those prisoners to die, but the terrible fear that they may die due to accidents if they are not careful is the best weapon to torture these tough-talking guys. In accident after accident, they may encounter danger at any time and be taken away by the "god of death". This pressure and sense of crisis will make them fearful, break through their psychological defenses, and tremble under the bad luck.

Seeing this, the doctor couldn't help but become curious about the new intern's special powers. He couldn't help but ask a police officer who was close to him standing outside the call: "What are his special powers? I think the director seems to attach great importance to him. His abilities Can it be of great help?"

"Ahem." The police officer being questioned raised his hand to his lips and coughed lightly. He was about to give it away, but after being stared at by the doctor, he laughed softly, "I don't know what the name of the intern's registered superpower is. But we gave his power a nickname, ‘The God of Death is Coming’, and I have to say, it really fits.”

The doctor looked puzzled: "Huh? Death is coming?" He looked surprised and doubtful, "What kind of superpower is this? Is his superpower to bring death?" He curled his lips and deliberately joked, "It's not difficult to bring death, okay? Give me a scalpel and I can do it."

"Hey, this topic seems a bit dangerous." The police officer who talked to the doctor laughed, but deliberately didn't tell the doctor the truth directly. He just smiled and said, "If you have time, you can watch here for a while. It just so happens that he is using his superpower now."

Raised an eyebrow, the doctor who heard this sentence again was really interested, and really stayed with some police officers who had nothing to do at the moment (the prisoners to be interrogated were locked in five interrogation rooms) to watch, ready to take a good look at what the new intern's superpower is.

Then he saw that after Director Zhang left with a smile, the boy who was still wearing a school uniform, had a fair and refreshing face, and a tall and thin figure. There was no sign of using supernatural powers at all. Instead, he found a chair and sat down with a faint smile, and calmly took out his mobile phone and tapped on the screen.

"Isn't he a student? Why doesn't he do his homework? Is the reason for his internship to find a place to play with his mobile phone?" The doctor couldn't help but complain. Since the meteor shower in the millennium, the probability of bad boys being born in the world has really increased significantly. As a resident doctor in the police station, he knows that many of the people brought back for detention every day are teenagers who have a long middle school period due to supernatural powers.

The police officer next to the doctor replied faintly: "He finished his homework when he first came." As a middle-aged man who already has children, he said that he likes overtime the most, because this way he doesn't have to go back to guide his children to do their homework! Teaching children to do homework is really a test of his psychological endurance than chasing criminals.

Then, the doctor witnessed the whole process of Xuanyuan encountering various accidents and bad luck. When he saw that Xuanyuan was unharmed in dealing with these sudden accidents, while the prisoners in the five interrogation rooms were tortured, he couldn't help but take a breath: "... So this is the death."

"But..." Looking at Xuanyuan who was calmly dealing with various sudden accidents while playing with his mobile phone, the doctor couldn't help but sigh, "The reason why this superpower looks so powerful is because he is the user of the superpower. If it were us who experienced those accidents, I'm afraid we would have collapsed long ago."

"Even if the superpower can lead those prisoners to experience accidents and bad luck at the same time, if we can't avoid it, then this superpower is just a trick of killing one thousand enemies and hurting eight hundred of ourselves. It is actually quite uneconomical and will also bring great psychological pressure to the superpower user." The doctor analyzed rationally.

Seeing Xuan Yuan deal with accidents easily and calmly, while the group of prisoners who had also suffered bad luck again and again were already trembling and huddled in the corner, not daring to make any rash moves, the doctor could not help but admire Xuan Yuan, a young, handsome and clean boy: "Only when he can deal with every bad luck and accident calmly and not cause any harm to himself, can this ability be brought into play."

"It's almost nine o'clock, and it's almost time to end." Xuan Yuan put the mobile phone that had exploded countless times in his hands, had been scrapped several times, and had been restored to its original state several times by time travel back into his pocket.

He pulled his schoolbag and stood up, walked to the front of the five interrogation rooms, and glanced around. He saw that the prisoners inside were nervous and looked like frightened birds, and the room was in chaos. You can imagine how wonderful they had been in the past hour and a half.