Chapter 410

A community psychiatrist consults a private clinic.

Liao Ke sent away the last patient who came for psychological consultation with a smile, and closed the door. He took off his white coat and hung it behind the door. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he turned his head to look at the back of the clinic. ‌, and then opened a blue sanitary cloth curtain.

Behind the curtain is an empty and narrow partition.

There is an old push bed with a width of less than 80 centimeters in the narrow partition. There is rust on the four wheels, and the side of the bed is full of sundries. The part is concealed loomingly.

This person was too quiet, and his breathing was too weak to be heard, so he was lying behind the curtain and was not found.

Liao Ke closed the curtain, he looked at Lu Yizhan who was lying on the push bed unconscious, and heaved a long, long sigh.

Lu Yizhan's face was half buried in the pillow, and the exposed half of his face was so weak that no blood could be seen, his mouth was dry and black, his eyes were sunken, his body was trembling uncontrollably, The quilt covering the shoulders was turned over by Liao Ke, and found that there were still bloodstains seeping through.

Liao Ke unbuttoned Lu Yizhan's clothes in silence, and found that the bandage on Lu Yizhan's shoulders that was changed at noon was already soaked in blood. Sweating, shortness of breath, severe fever at first glance.

The canopy bed was too narrow, and Lu Yizhan's left hand was hanging outside. Liao Ke put Lu Yizhan's left hand back on the bed, and then changed a bottle of the anti-inflammatory medicine that Lu Yizhan was taking, and applied it to Lu Yizhan's forehead. He picked up an ice pack, and then moved a bench and sat opposite Luyi Station, with his hands on his knees, Liao Ke couldn't help sighing again.

You can't go to the hospital, you can't go home, you can't let anyone know that you are injured, you can hide your injuries in his small clinic, Lu Yizhan, you are the worst person I have ever seen. The detachment captain.

Liao Ke moved Lu Yizhan's shoulder to change the bandage for him, and said to himself: "When Fang Dian was the captain of a team and directly confronted Bai Liu, she was not so miserable."

"It's still your own problem, Lu Yizhan..."

Liao Ke looked at Lu Yizhan who was still frowning in a coma, and sighed: "Why do you have to succeed to save everyone."

"You are a group of people, it would be great if you can save most of the people, but even heretics, monsters, and even gods—even those white willows, you have to give it a try. He came back."

Liao Ke threw the blood-stained bandages into the medical trash bin, turned around and found a gauze to wipe the sweat off Lu Yizhan's face, then turned off the lights in the clinic, and kept watch in the dark night. Lu Yizhan, who didn't wake up, stared blankly at an unknown point in the sky, and murmured:

"People can't do so many things, Lu Yizhan."

"I can't stop Bai Liu from winning the league championship this time. Even if you don't die now, you will die miserably in the future."

"Lu Yizhan, do you really know what you are doing?"

Lu Yizhan lay on the frame bed, fell asleep motionless, and did not answer him.

The deer hunter's public meeting room.

After the game, it is customary to replay the video of the game to analyze the results of the game, but now the analysis is over.

But now the meeting in the meeting room has finished, and it is unknown who is sitting at the end of the meeting room.

The lights in the meeting room were not turned on, and it was pitch black. There was a dim light on the front screen, and Cen Buming stared at the replay of Nishen on the screen over and over again. In the part where he was killed, his hand rested on the back of the chair, and his left hand unconsciously turned the ring on his right hand.

Brother, why did you betray the Heresy Administration?

The eight [trials] led by Captain Fang Dian have already failed seven times. In the reincarnation of more than 600 hours, these seven trials were lured by Bai Liu , cheating, torturing, time and time again, over and over again, the evil gods enjoyed their pain in the way of games, until they couldn't bear the pain.

Qi‌【Judgment‌】finally lost the game, they surrendered, and with tears sold their souls to Bai Liu, and in pain, shed tears and became white six to decorate their own temple Seven stone carvings.

Brother, you are the last [Judgment].

Don't you want to go down the same old path as the first seven judges, kneel down at the feet of the evil god derivative of a certain world line, sell your soul to the other party, and then become a white six One of those boring decorations?

I don't believe you've come this far, senior brother, you are the only [Judgment] who has survived more than six or six hundred games.

So, brother——

Cen Buming clicked on the system board, and the picture on the screen changed into a snowflake screen, with the words [Wandering Circus vs. Russell Cemetery] recorded in the lower right corner. He looked at the snowflake On the screen, when the snowflake screen was showing to the end, and the screen jumped to the system prompt [Russell Cemetery won the game], Cen Buming squinted his eyes——

——Did you get so close to that Bai Liu to design him to lose the game?

Temple of Raliyah.

Amidst the endless sound of black sea waves, the seer covered with groupers sat on the stone bench, closed his eyes, lowered his head, sitting opposite him was wearing a hood, leisurely teasing with his fingertips. The evil god of seabirds pecking at cards on a stone table.

The cards on the table were swayed by the blow, but they seemed to be held in place by a magical force and did not fly around.

There is nothing left on the cards on the prophet's side, but there are still thick cards on the evil god's side, like a stack that will never see the end, the top card is drawn There is a magnificent retro opera house located on the sea, which is somewhat similar to the Temple of Raliyah.

"If Bailiu wins the league once, our game will be over, Prophet." The evil god sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that you don't have any cards in your hand that can stop him from continuing to win."

The evil god looked up at the sleeping prophet with a half-smile: "Except for yourself."

"But I don't know how much your incomplete prophet card can play in preventing Bai Liu's destined victory."

The prophet still lowered his head, and the evil god gently raised the beak of the seabird, and the seabird flapped its wings following his gesture and flew into the air for a short time, with both feet landed on the petrified right shoulder of the prophet and grasped it. .

After being petrified, the originally solid right shoulder was grasped by the seabird, as if hit by a bullet shot from somewhere, it spread out from the center into spider cracks, and the stone carvings scattered on the shoulder and the soul of Nishen The part of the soul that burned and disappeared after the fragmentation gun hit was exactly the same.

The sea bird raised its head and screamed, flapped its wings from the shattered shoulder and flew away, disappearing into the dark clouds.

The evil god stretched out his long and slender index finger, and pressed against the forehead of the stone sculpture that maintained the human shape on the remaining shoulder, and lowered his eyes and whispered:

"The game between us is not over yet, wake up from your dream, Prophet."

A drop of water dripped from the ends of the hair around the prophet's neck.

The sea breeze blew strongly from the back of his head, blowing the drop of water that was about to fall on the table far away, and the seabirds screamed from the clouds, and their spread wings seemed to be able to take the remaining water away. Yes, the sun that can shine on the temple of R'lyeh is broken.

The prophet's eyelids moved slightly.

He seemed to follow the drop of water and was blown into a cloud far away, into a sea far away, sailing endlessly in the wind and waves, crossing more than 600 dark timelines, and finally Arrived at the destination - where it all began.

——The first world line.

"Lu Yizhan!" Someone was waving at him from a distance, and the other was covering his mouth in the shape of a trumpet to amplify his voice, "The training registration point for a team of the Bureau of Heretics is here! You are going the wrong way!"

He stopped the pace of shuttle, turned his head, the momentary scene paused around him, and then began to flow backwards crazily.

The reverse flow of time pulls everything into colorful abstract lines, and Lu Yi runs in the tunnel formed by these lines, until everything returns to its original position in an instant beside him. ‌ son.

He stopped.

Lu Yizhan turned his head, and he turned into a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, scratching his head blankly: "Did I go the wrong way?"

The man said helplessly, "Of course it's the other way around. Over there is the registration office for the second team, and the first team is here."

Lu Yizhan looked back curiously at the sign-up office where the second team was queuing up. He saw a man with a cold face but a green face, with his back straight and his head facing The person at the registration office reported in a mature way that didn't match his appearance: "Cen is unknown, seventeen years old."

"My ambition is the second team. After joining the second team, I will assist you in killing all the heretics who cause harm to the party."

Lu Yizhan retracted his gaze, and the person next to him whispered in his ear: "The second team is a field team, high-risk, and people in the second team are very serious. They are usually severely persecuted by heretics, and their families are destroyed. I'm the only one left, a child who was adopted by the Bureau of Heretics and placed in a training camp to grow up."

"I don't know if this is the case."

"I still prefer the first team. Lu Yizhan, your ambition is also the first team, right?" The man looked at Lu Yizhan, nodded in agreement, "Your ambition is good, the first team is not so dangerous."

Lu Yizhan thought for a while and asked, "The first team and the second team are field teams, aren't they both dangerous?"

"Isn't that right?" This person seemed to be talking about something excited, waving his hands and feet, "The captain of the first team is super strong! She took us on a mission that was totally unbelievable." It's so dangerous in the second team! She has a super strong seven-member team, which is the most advanced combat power in the entire Heresy Processing Bureau—"

"——It's called [True Crusade Judgment Army]."

The man held his heart in his hands, his face full of dreams: "It would be great if I could join the Crusaders one day."

Lu Yizhan smiled, and patted the man on the shoulder: "It's enough if we work hard!"

The man became depressed instantly: "How is it possible, ordinary players like us can squeeze into a team, and follow the Crusaders to complete the task?"

"Do you want to join the first team so much?" Lu Yizhan scratched his head, he smiled indifferently, "I don't have any obsessions, I can do it anywhere."

The person glanced at the registration offices of other teams and said in a low voice: "Lu Yizhan, if you can get into the first team, you should get into the first team. I heard from them that the style of other teams is not very good, unlike the first team." The captain protects the rookies, and they bully the rookies."

"Let's go for the written test!"

Lu Yi nodded, but turned around and forgot, he didn't take this matter to heart.

After eating at noon, he was blocked by a group of people in the small alleyway behind the cafeteria. This group of people had obvious melancholy in their eyes, and Lu Yizhan, who didn't want to make trouble, simply scanned The faces of these people instantly reminded them of their identities.

They were the ones who got passed in a team written test this morning.

A team does not want trainers with bad records on their files. These trainers obviously have more or less punishments for fighting in their files. They are not happy after being brushed off, so they look for Lu Yizhan who has a high score in the written test. Those who are in trouble.

"Yes." A group of people hung their pockets in their pockets, and looked at Lu Yizhan from top to bottom with a contemptuous look, "I can't see it, Lu Yizhan, you are still a top student."

Lu Yizhan immediately raised his hands to express his surrender. He didn't like causing trouble, so he smiled and said, "It's luck."

"If you really don't like me being in the first team, I can change my mind in the afternoon, and the second team is also fine."

This group of people was startled, their originally menacing gazes paused, it seemed that they didn't expect Lu Yizhan to give up so quickly, but they were unwilling to leave like this, and picked another thorn: "How do I know you? change?"

"No, the captain of the first team will try it out in the afternoon. She doesn't like her team members smoking. If she smells smoke on you, she probably won't let you go."

This group of people smoked a crumpled cigarette from their pockets and handed it to Lu Yizhan, and said with an evil smile: "If you smoke, we will let you go."

Lu Yizhan never smoked, his eyes moved down, he weighed between smoking this cigarette and spending fifteen minutes with this group of people, he took the cigarette readily, and passed the cigarette to him naturally The person in front of him leaned forward, motioning for the other person to light the fire.

The other party also subconsciously set fire to Lu Yizhan, and only realized something was wrong after ordering. He was annoyed and just about to curse, when he found that Lu Yizhan suddenly coughed, paused, and laughed loudly. Come.

While smoking, Lu Yizhan was so choked that tears flowed down his face. He had never smoked before, and he did not expect the smell of smoke to be so choking.

I knew I wouldn't choose to smoke.

Amidst the laughter, Lu Yizhan couldn't smoke anymore after taking the third puff, but the people next to him couldn't let him go so easily, and were still forcing him to smoke.

"Hey, what are you doing over there?" A slightly lazy female voice came from the entrance of the alley.

The movement of the group of people paused, Lu Yizhan still had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he squinted at the woman standing at the entrance of the alley against the light.

This woman is carrying an epee that is taller and stronger than her body, her shoulders and hips are loosely leaning on the side facing her, and she has a high ponytail. Standing in the alley, Lu Yizhan could smell the blood coming from her.

Someone tremblingly shouted: "Fang team! !"

This voice seemed to be the prelude to the trembling of a group of people. This group of people began to tremble one after another. The woman lazily responded, "You guys too, come in with an epee."

When the strong light faded from her face and her face could be seen clearly, the formation was already very close to the post station Lu. She had no makeup on, and was wearing a uniform coat of the Bureau of Heresy , the facial features are very attractive, but they are more attractive than the physical appearance, or in other words, the intuitive feeling is that she seems to be able to draw a sword to cut people at any time, mixed with laziness And beautiful peculiar texture.

Her gaze swept away from the corners of Lu Yizhan's choked and red eyes, and the two-puff cigarette beside her mouth, and she glanced at these trembling trainees from the corner of her eye: "Your file, I'm considering sending it to the three teams."

——The three teams are the teams with the worst conditions among several teams.

Most of the training staff dared not do it, and some dared to raise their hands and asked: "Fang team, we are only teaching him to smoke, and he didn't violate the team rules. Why did we do it?" Send our files to three teams!"

Fang smiled a little, leaned sideways on the wall and bumped Lu Yizhan with his elbow: "Is it true that they told you to smoke?"

Lu Yizhan met these people's vicious and threatening eyes, adhering to the principle of doing more things and not doing less things, he paused, and admitted: "Yes."

"But I think you don't seem to have learned how to smoke." Fang nodded his head, his eyes fell on the cigarette next to Lu Yizhan's mouth, she made a move that everyone looked stupid, she Smiling, "It seems that they don't teach enough, I'll teach it myself."

Fang Dian lightly sucked the cigarette from Lu Yizhan's lips with two fingers, put it on his lips while everyone was stunned, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled.

Lu Yizhan's pupils shrunk into a little bit, and his eyes fell firmly on the cigarette holder that was squeezed by Fang Dian.

"If you want to teach smoking, you have to demonstrate it yourself first." Fang Dian held up the cigarette, raised his eyes and said calmly, "Whoever wants to learn in the future, come to me in person, and I won't bother you to teach."

"This is also my captain's duty."

"If you let me see someone who forcibly teaches people how to smoke in private..." Fang blinked, "I don't mind helping him quit smoking myself."

The group of people paused for a while, and then agreed, and the street mice ran away.

After Fang Dian finished his lesson, he didn't care about Lu Yizhan behind him who didn't say a word, and stuffed the cigarette back to the immobile Lu Yizhan, as if he didn't notice that it was an ambiguous move. , dragging the epee, waved casually at Lu Yizhan behind him, and walked into the alley.

Lu Yizhan suddenly shouted loudly: "Fang team!"

Fang nodded, and turned around: "What else?"

Lu Yizhan's face was flushed. Holding the extinguished cigarette in his hand, he took a deep breath and straightened his back, trying to speak clearly: "My name is Lu Yizhan, eighteen years old."

"—Since I was a trainer, Zhiyu has been the first team. I was the first in the written test this morning. I have always admired the Fang team."

Fang smiled a bit: "That's very good, very good."

"The first team welcomes you to join."