The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 189 Prophecy Three-Yuan Fighting Dice

"You're not the first one. I've gotten used to it over the years. Compared to me, you are more famous. After all, you have killed so many people. Your deeds have been reported by major media these days. It is estimated that reporters will come to interview you later." Yang Jian said.

"It's all just a false name. Is there no way to avoid those reporters?" Gao Tiancheng asked with a frown.

"It's all about the world. There's nothing you can do about the decision above. I transferred your diagnosis report in Jinshan Mental Hospital. You're a paranoid patient, right?"

Yang Jian continued, "This disease is actually easy to cure. As long as you subconsciously think that the world you dreamed up is fake, then over time, you will get rid of that delusion."

"You can't cure my illness, because I'm not sick at all. I know very well that Dr. Yang should stop working hard and think more about other patients in his hands." Gao Tiancheng said.

Xiao Li on the side said disdainfully, "All mental patients say they are not sick."

"I'm already like this, but I still can't prove that I'm not sick? Have you ever seen a mentally ill person who is more awake than me?" Gao Tiancheng retorted.

"I have seen that many people think that mental illness should be fools and unconscious, but most mental illnesses are extremely calm. The genius is on the left and the lunatic is on the right. This sentence is not for nothing."

"Stupid and mentally ill people are not mentally ill, because they don't think much. Only smart people think about profound theories, and they will be driven crazy by the conclusions they draw in the end." Yang Jian said.

"It's not normal for you to let a normal person prove that he is not mentally ill." Gao Tiancheng felt helpless.

"Now it's not that if you say you are normal, you are normal. Do you think that all lunatics and fools are locked up in mental hospitals? You are wrong. They happen to be like you. You are an unstable factor."

Yang Jian continued, "Don't forget how many lives you have in your hands. Even if you are really normal, if you are released, you will face prison."

Gao Tiancheng fell silent. He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing Gao Tiancheng's refusal to cooperate, Yang Jian motioned to the assistant beside him, and the two walked out of the ward.

Two days later, Yang Jian was wearing a white coat, and beside him was the assistant named Xiao Li, followed by two people, a man and a woman, the woman was a reporter and the man was a photographer.

"Hi, my name is He Jin'er." The reporter took out his press card and introduced himself.

"My surname is Chen." The photographer also greeted him.

He Jin'er took a few steps forward, and then said, "That's right, we're here today to interview you about what you did at school."

Gao Tiancheng looked at the short-haired girl in front of her. She was wearing a painter's hat on her head and a pair of denim shorts, exposing her white and straight legs.

"Yes." Gao Tiancheng said.

A smile appeared on He Jiner's face. She glanced at the photographer behind her, and then asked, "Are all the reports about you on the Internet true?"

She handed the microphone to Gao Tiancheng's mouth.

"I haven't surfed the Internet for a long time. I did kill those gangsters. I heard that two of them who came to make trouble died. I don't know anything else. My mother paid for their medical treatment." Gao Tiancheng said.

When He Jin'er heard Gao Tiancheng's speech, he was overjoyed. This month's bonus will definitely be soft.

She asked a hot topic, "According to what you said at the time, there were still two gangsters left at that time. You can stop doing it at all. Why did you choose to do it again?"

"The grass on Liliyuan grows every year, it withers and grows, the wild fire burns endlessly, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

"When they finish the "iron rice bowl" and come out, my family members will be injured, so it's better to stop here, and all the karma will be added to me, and I am willing to bear it with all my strength." Gao Tiancheng said.

He Jin'er asked again, "Do you have anything to say about the comments on the Internet saying that you are too cruel and should go to hell?"

"The clowns hiding behind the keyboard are nothing more than the clowns who think they stand on the moral high ground, but they are the ugliest ones. If they have time to type on the keyboard, they might as well improve themselves. This is good for themselves and for their family members. The more incompetent people are, the more they like to bark on the Internet." Gao Tiancheng said.

As soon as these words came out, He Jin'er showed a look of shock.

She could already foresee how popular it would be if this video interview was sent out.

Afterwards, there were some innocuous topics, and finally Yang Jian sent the two away on the grounds that Gao Tiancheng wanted to rest.

"Have you ever thought about the heat your words will arouse?" Yang Jian asked.

"Isn't that what they want to see? As I said earlier, I'm not mentally ill." Gao Tiancheng laughed.

"The concept of mental illness is very broad." Yang Jian said.

On the outskirts of Haihai City.

Yang Jian showed a rich mahjong face, and Ye Zhen showed a red mahjong face.

Li Yang and Sun Rui watched from a distance, the battle has entered a fierce stage.

At the same time, in the emergency meeting room of the headquarters.

A group of people stared at the huge electronic screen in the conference room.

There is a satellite image on the screen, the image is so clear that even an unremarkable plastic bag on the ground in Dahai City can be seen clearly.

In front of the conference table, a young man in his 20s frowned and looked at the two things in front of him.

A pair of old scissors, tangled with dead man's hair, weird and cold.

A photo of Ye Zhen.

"I don't think this thing can kill Ye Zhen," Cao Yang said.

"But Yang Jian may not lose, right?" Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua said.

Someone said in a deep voice, "White board Gao Tiancheng, Hong Zhongyezhen, Fa Cai Yangjian, isn't this the Zuowangdao in Gao Tiancheng's previous file? Who is the dice boss? What is the relationship between this organization and them? This is the most troublesome thing."

As soon as the words came out, someone quickly echoed, "That's right, the headquarters knows nothing about this organization, and Sanyuan has already set the benchmark against the captain, so what will the dice be against?"

"This file was created by Gao Tiancheng, why don't you contact Daxu City and ask?" Someone suggested.

"Liu Shasha asked, Gao Tiancheng is still missing, and has disappeared since that big market." Shen Liang said.

"Let's fight, Xiao Yang." Ye Zhen shouted, he fell from the air and came straight towards him, waving his fists.

Yang Jian stood on the spot and stared at him coldly, with a calm and scary face, one hand tightly grasped the rusty coffin nail, six ghost eyes had already been opened.

The six ghost eyes are superimposed, and the ghost domain is opened layer by layer.

The red light around his body was spreading to the surroundings, but an incredible scene happened wherever the red light covered, a piece of paper floating around Yang Jian actually stopped in mid-air, as if it had been frozen.

Ye Zhen opened his eyes wide at this moment, he wanted to move, but was very slow.

Only the mind is not in a state of complete stagnation.

Yang Jian was still standing where he was. He ghostly saw Ye Zhen showing signs of movement. Although it was very slow, he was indeed moving.

This is fundamentally different from when Fang Shiming was completely stagnant.

At the same time, it can also reflect from the side that Ye Zhen's supernatural power is stronger than Fang Shiming's.

In just a second, the coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand disappeared, and Huang Quan transferred the coffin nail into Ye Zhen's body.

In the second, a rusty coffin nail appeared on Ye Zhen's forehead.

Ye Zhen couldn't resist, he couldn't even take the place of death.

Just like crucifying the starving ghost back then, Ye Zhen also received the same treatment.

There was a rusty coffin nail stuck in Ye Zhen's forehead, and the whole person fell powerlessly, and fell directly to the ground, his face was covered in blood, and even his spine was twisted and deformed.

Just when Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Zhen suddenly got up, his body twisted irregularly, and his distorted spine returned to normal.

"Yang Jian, my realm is higher than yours." Ye Zhen said with the coffin nail on his forehead.

"Get rich, you can't do it, if you don't cultivate the truth, you will go upside down." Hong Zhongyezhen said.

Yang Jian frowned and looked at Ye Zhen. After seeing Gao Tiancheng's end, he restricted the appearance of Fa Cai through newspaper ghosts and deceit ghosts. Naturally, his comprehension is not as good as Ye Zhen.

His ghost eyes became restless, and the sixth level of ghost domain was still a bit reluctant.

He cultivated himself to ignore the restlessness of Ghost Eye, and frowned at Ye Zhen.

Yang Jian once again used the sixth floor of the ghost domain, and he was really restricted. He took back the coffin nails through the ghost domain.

Seeing that the coffin nails were retracted, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Ye Zhen's state at this time, he guessed one or two.

Ye Zhen said just now that he cultivates the real and not the fake, which means that the other party has already started to cultivate the fake.

It's not that he doesn't want to pull out the coffin nails on his forehead, but he can't pull them out. Under the leave of absence, the coffin nails on his forehead don't exist. Since they don't exist, why do they have to be pulled out?
Ye Zhen's body recovered, he used the ability to replace the dead ghost, he looked at the coffin nails vigilantly, this thing almost killed him just now.

"It's meaningless to fight like this. As I said, I'm just here to deal with the investigation." Yang Jian said.

"You're scared, Xiao Yang!" Ye Zhen said.

"Really?" Yang Jian asked.

"Can you still fake it?" Ye Zhen rushed forward again, raising his fist the size of a sandbag.

The clay figurine was still angry, and Yang Jian also confronted Ye Zhen.

The fight lasted for several hours, and the two of them hurt each other, but they could recover in an instant.

"Stop beating, stop beating, it's boring, I'll go back to drink a glass of milk and go to bed." Ye Zhen waved his hand.

Yang Jian touched his rich mahjong face, and said, "Hongzhong, can't you do it?"

"The number of ways is the same, what's the trick? The whiteboard has been played badly by the dice, we have to be careful, don't be played by the dice." Hong Zhongye said really.

Fa Cai Yang Jian said, "Yes. Yes, we can't be played by the dice anymore. Maybe we should take the initiative. When we see the whiteboard later, the three of us join hands, and no matter what, it is enough for the dice to drink a pot."

After that the battle is over.

Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang returned to the ghost post office again.

"I'll just stay on the first floor, you two continue to go up." Sun Rui said.

Yang Jian was also very decisive, he was going to take Li Yang with him.

The ghost controlled by Li Yang is very useful in the post office, at least it is more cost-effective than Sun Rui.

The two stepped up the stairs.

The stairs are also made of wood, and the material is the same as the floor we walked on before, but the upper part is shrouded in a layer of darkness.

This staircase has a feeling of walking on the winding path before, and the sense of distance and space are disturbed by some kind of supernatural influence.

It seemed that he had only walked up a dozen steps of stairs, but in fact, even Yang Jian himself didn't know where he entered.

He looked up and saw that the front was still dark, and this darkness blocked the front line of sight, and it was the same when looking back.

"Crunch ~ crunch"

Stepping on the stairs, Yang Jian felt that the whole staircase was shaking, feeling like it was about to fall apart and collapse, it was very unsafe.

However, this staircase is not maintained by the wood itself, but formed by the erosion of some kind of spiritual force.

"Stop." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly saw a person on the stairs in front of him.

The man's clothes were very old, a bit like a Chinese tunic suit, and his body was stiff and motionless, as if he had no breath.

"Could it be a ghost?" Li Yang asked cautiously with a suppressed voice.

"It might just be a corpse. Of course, the possibility of a ghost is not ruled out. Go over and have a look, and we'll talk about the situation later."

After getting closer, he saw the dead man more clearly.

It was indeed a corpse, with a pale face and bruises in some places. It was cold all over, and it looked like it had been dead for several days.

However, judging from the Chinese tunic suit on his body, it seems that he died not only for a few days, but for decades.

The two didn't stay for long, after passing the strange corpse lying on the stairs.

Yang Jian and Li Yang passed through the dark fog that shrouded the stairs, and they came to the second floor of the ghost post office.

This is a back-shaped corridor, and there are a few yellow lights in the stairwell that barely illuminate the surroundings.

The wall next to it was mottled, and there were many black stains on it, as if it had dried up after being smeared with blood.

There are also some scratches cut with sharp tools, it seems that someone wants to leave some special information, but these special information are erased by new scratches, it seems that someone does not want this information to be leaked.

The structure of the second floor of the post office is not much different from the first floor, the only difference should be the lobby.

"The stairs that came up disappeared." Li Yang glanced behind him and said.

The wooden stairs I just walked up have disappeared.

"It seems that this is a road of no return. People who enter the post office can only go upstairs and not go downstairs, which is similar to what Wang Shan said before." Yang Jian said and looked at the time.

"The lights will be turned off in 10 minutes. Find a room and stay there. Let's see the situation first."

That night, too many people could not sleep through the night.

The network platform is in a state of paralysis.

The background department worked overtime to recover, and used all the servers that were not used before, and even borrowed the one next door.

"I understand. This person is fine at all. How can he be mentally ill? Pretending to be sick, right?"

"Upstairs, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, have you been poked in a sore spot?"

"I love you even more. Who said that there is no emperor in the human race? Emperor Gaozu stained the sky with blood alone."

"I really suggest testing Gao Tiancheng's mental state. His logic is too strong, he doesn't seem to be mentally ill at all, and he also promotes violence. How can this kind of interview be broadcast? I have reported it!"

"Upstairs, I also reported, but you are the one who reported."

"Add one, add 10086."

"This person's account has been blocked. After looking at her previous comments, it just exploded."

"I also saw that men should not go online, the Internet is the Internet, and men are genitals."

"666."

(End of this chapter)