Chapter 50: Monotonous City

The reason why Wu Xian judged that the prisoner had no mental problems.

There were mainly three reasons.

First: If the malevolent entity the prisoner spoke of did not exist, then whether he was truly mentally ill or fake, Wu Xian wanted him to die.

Second: If the malevolent entity the prisoner spoke of existed, then he was not lying, and judging him to have no mental illness was correct.

Third: The Inspector's attitude was the most critical.

Wu Xian was not a real doctor after all. Since the Inspector hoped to judge the prisoner as having no mental illness, then ruling according to his wishes could minimize the exposure of the doctor's identity.

Following the path he came.

The office door opened, and the young nurse poked her head in, looking at Wu Xian in surprise.

Wu Xian still had some things to prepare.

If one had to describe it, it was monotonous and boring.

His irritability did not all come from that dog.

The barbershop door hung with bright rotating lights, playing dynamic music, with an avant-garde and jumpy style, out of place with the whole city.

Wu Xian searched through the patient records. Every record had a photo of the patient, but none of the photos had the face of the prisoner just now.

The buildings were about the same height, the style was relatively conservative, and the color scheme was mostly light red, light blue, and other light colors. You could hardly see bright colors. Signs saying "Welcome to Immortal Prestige City" could be seen everywhere on the road. At a glance, the streets looked like things that had been copied and pasted.

On the way home.

Wu Xian drove very slowly, observing the city.

【Go enjoy your birthday, don't do things beyond the scope of family.】

Wu Xian's teeth felt a bit sour.

Wu Xian looked up at the ceiling, unable to think of a reason for a long time.

Turning the office upside down, searching for all the information he could find.

Wu Xian originally wanted to stop and inquire about intelligence here.

The phone hung up.

Slowly the sun slanted west, and it was already dusk.

Wu Xian hurriedly stepped on the accelerator.

This city was very strange.

There were a few places that made Wu Xian particularly concerned.

One was that there were an abnormal number of plastic surgery clinics in this city, basically one every short distance, and there were advertisements about plastic surgery everywhere.

Wu Xian reversed into the garage. As soon as he walked out of the garage door, he heard a dog bark.

Wu Xian thought about it and called the Jia-surnamed Inspector Jia, who was in charge of the case, according to the phone number on the appointment slip.

He endured the dog barking, hesitated in front of the door for a while, opened the door, and walked in.

He held the railing, looking at Dr. Xu's window with fear. On the transparent glass, large patches of blood were scattered, and these bloodstains were slowly flowing downward.

The wooden board under the table was pitted, as if it had been carved with words and then dug out. The notebook was only half the thickness of the cover, and a large number of pages inside were torn off...

Wu Xian arrived home a while after dark.

Perhaps...

Wu Xian had already found the map of this city, his home address and family member information, and a key to a car better than a Guandi electric car when he was looking for clues earlier.

Seeing this scene.

Soon, he discovered many signs of dissonance.

He wanted to stay a while longer, but the Lotus Juanren in his eyes began to flicker.

He had no ability to protect himself now and must not be targeted by a malevolent entity at this time.

However, this Dr. Xu actually had a complete family in the Blessed Land. Was Wu Xian supposed to play house this time?

He must have weapons, but in the psychiatric hospital, the only weapons he could find were some sedatives and some syringes. He took advantage of his identity to pack these things and take them away.

He had never enjoyed a normal family; the one who raised him was a sloppy old detective, so...

But the first sentence the prisoner said when he saw Wu Xian was.

On the steps in front of the clinic sat a fat woman with bright lips but pale skin. She held a tobacco pouch, and her goldfish-like protruding eyes stared at Wu Xian's car the whole time.

The man looked at Wu Xian, then at his home, his dull eyes gradually showing fear. After a scream, he hurriedly closed the window.

Just like that, walking, stopping, and looking.

"Hello, Inspector Jia..."

Another anomaly.

"The prisoner escaped on the way to prison. We have completely lost his tracks. Dr. Xu, if you see him, you must escape immediately and then contact us..."

A moment later.

Wu Xian was pushed away by the young nurse.

"Dog..."

"Ah, Dr. Xu, why haven't you gone home yet? Today is your birthday, your parents, wife, and daughter are all waiting at home. Work doesn't matter for a day or two, go back quickly."

"Say goodbye to the past, let everything start over."

It seems that going home is a must-do thing.

"Change yourself, start a new life."

Also.

Wu Xian was very annoyed by the black dog: "Friend, can you control your dog?"

Although the malevolent entity had not appeared yet, this Blessed Land made him uneasy, and he needed more information to gain a sense of security.

"We meet again."

Just then, a line of text appeared in Wu Xian's eyes again.

But before going home.

Wu Xian did not look forward to it at all.

Wu Xian returned to the office.

His home was a small detached house, surrounded by houses of the same style, green spaces of the same style, every place looked similar at a glance, only the house numbers were different.

Rather than guessing blindly, it was better to ask directly.

It seems that this neighbor also has a problem.

"Seamless plastic surgery, rapid healing."

But because of family.

The neighbor's first floor window was open.

But as soon as he slowed down, he saw a customer getting a haircut inside, suddenly blood spurted from his neck, and the corpse was dragged by some invisible thing to the room behind the barbershop blocked by gauze curtains...

I saw that the neighbor kept a big, strong black dog. The black dog barked wildly at Wu Xian, baring its teeth and making an attacking posture. If it weren't for the railing, it would have already pounced on him.

This line of text made Wu Xian sigh.

It was a barbershop, and the shop name was "Perfect Hair Art."

It was evidence that someone was trying to cover up something.

When did the doctor and the prisoner meet, what role was the prisoner playing, and was he the key to Wu Xian's survival in this Blessed Land?

He even hated it, resisted the warm family, and didn't want this thing to contaminate himself.

The neighbor next door came out quietly again.

But every clinic was closed, and the plaques were black and white. Throughout the road, Wu Xian only saw one clinic with a pink sign open.

A man who was thin to the point of being out of shape, with a face like dead ash and dull eyes, was standing by the window drinking coffee.

Compared to being sued for violating hospital regulations, Wu Xian was more worried about having his brain eaten by a malevolent entity at home.

And this body, on the arms and thighs, had irregular scars on some skin, as if it had been burned over a large area before.

Foam mixed in the blood.

Still fresh.

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