Different dimension game

If you are a normal person, you will soon think of the strangeness.

Although this base is old, it is considered an internal agency. How can anyone come in and post small advertisements?

But Xu Zhijun's intelligence is not high, and it is difficult for him to understand the logical relationship. Under the influence of a mysterious force, he even read this sentence aloud: "Qingtian Hospital can cure all diseases!"

"Qingtian Hospital, cure all diseases!"

This mysterious force acted on his mind and interfered with his sanity.

Xu Zhijun stepped forward, wanting to step into this door, but suddenly, he stopped again.

Because he remembered his superior——Chen Xinyi, no matter what he did, he had to report to Ms. Chen, even if he went to visit his mother in the hospital, he had to be accompanied by someone!

After all, Xu Zhijun is a bit "dangerous" and he has to find someone to take care of him.

Instead of choosing Li Qingshan, who is more serious and old-fashioned, it is better to let Chen Xinyi, who is socially obsessive, restrain him.

As for Xu Zhijun, he is considered a retired soldier, so there is actually no problem with his personal qualities. In most cases, he is still very obedient.

He knocked on the door of Chen Xinyi's room with great interest: "Qingtian Hospital, cure all diseases!"

"Qingtian Hospital can cure all diseases! My mother...is saved!" Holding the advertisement leaflet, he yelled, very excited.

"what are you talking about……"

Chen Xinyi was playing with her mobile phone there, and glanced at the advertisement.

I thought it was a small composition picked up somewhere.

Immediately he said angrily: "Can you believe this thing? It's fake, I know you are under a lot of pressure, but there is no hospital that can cure all diseases in the world... By the way, reporting to me is the right thing to do." You did a good job at that."

"Qingtian Hospital! Cure for all diseases!" Xu Zhijun still shouted excitedly, his loud voice was almost heard in the whole building.

"It's there, it's there!"

Chen Xinyi glanced at it, isn't that just an ordinary elevator room?

She could only think that Xu Zhijun was mentally ill, and comforted him kindly: "All right, I'll take a look with you, so that you can give up."

"That's the elevator we came up, not a hospital!"

Chapter 200 The Two Who Disappeared

After such a long period of training, Chen Xinyi also has some premonition abilities, which are very slight.

Facing this elevator, she didn't feel any danger at all, and stepped into it directly.

"Look, this is the elevator we went up."

"Below is the first floor, and outside is the place to play basketball. Now there are night owls playing basketball. Do you hear the sound of Dongdongdong's basketball?"

"There is no Qingtian doctor..."

Chen Xinyi was stunned halfway through speaking, because she didn't press any buttons at all, but the elevator started to run by itself!

The flickering lights seemed to be mocking the two people entering the elevator.

"It's moving, it's moving!" Xu Zhijun said loudly.

"Hey? What's going on here?" Ms. Chen's scalp was numb and her heart was beating. She pressed the button on the elevator as fast as she could.

But no matter how I press it, it won't light up.

A feeling of weightlessness came from the body, and the elevator began to fall rapidly!

Cell phones also lost signal.

"Ah?!" She closed her eyes and found that she couldn't enter the game training camp.

Immediately reacted, my calamity physique broke out!

"No way, why is it like this all of a sudden..." Her little face was wrinkled into a ball, and she was about to cry.

The descending speed of the elevator is getting faster and faster, as if going to the [-]th floor of hell, falling down in a free fall.

"[Game]... help, help!"

And Xu Zhijun, who is five big and three rough, is still in a state of ecstasy, imagining that he can find the "Qingtian Hospital" that can cure all diseases.

The two disappeared into the base of the black guard.

……

……

Meanwhile, Hong Kong Island.

A light flashed through his mind.

Feng Ling, who was sleeping, vaguely sensed some kind of potential crisis.

She got up from the bed sleepily, put on her carry-on luggage, and rolled down from the window of the hotel.

"I might be heading to a place..."

"A very important place."

"I won't bring this piece of metal."

Feng Ling didn't know where she was going, but she just followed the instructions in her heart and hurriedly walked through the alleys.

Has been trotting for more than half an hour.

She came near a large building in the suburbs, surrounded by high walls.

At the gate to the north, there is a sign: Guangyingli Funeral Home!

……

And just 10 minutes after Fengling left, the police came here and knocked on the door "Dongdongdong": "Ward rounds! Is there anyone inside?"

No one responded.

The hotel staff opened the room door with the room card, but found that there was no one inside.

Just like in the TV series, the rhythm of the police is always one beat slower, the bad guys run away, but the police come to the door.

"Who called the police?" A member of the black guard asked.

"A man named Pan Hao claims to be very famous..."

"Pan Hao... who is it?" The investigators of the black guards thought about it for a long time, but they didn't remember who this Pan Hao was.

Although they have learned about the recent blood demon incident, for those who are still alive, pseudonyms are often used in the textbooks, so only a small number of people know Pan Hao's name.

The two saw a large piece of silver-white metal on the bedside table.Because it was too heavy, Feng Ling didn't take it away.

"What kind of metal is this? What is this lady guest doing with such a large piece of metal?"

"Put down... Mithril! This is Mithril!"

Such a large piece of mithril made the two of them gasp. This matter may be beyond their ability.

Several people reported to the higher level as quickly as possible.

……

……

"Hei Yiwei did come, but it seems that no high-ranking ones came. They are investigating that piece of mithril." Pan Hao was dozing off in the car when he suddenly received a call from his youngest son.

"Why are there so many rotten fish and shrimps here? They didn't embezzle Mithril, did they?"

Pan Hao lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Seeing Fengling's figure disappear into the night, she was not in a hurry to catch up.For ability users with high premonition ability, if they are too anxious to follow, they are easy to be discovered.

Fengling has a Beidou positioning system in her pocket, as long as she doesn't go to a different space, she is not afraid of losing her.

"No, no, I think they are very careful in contact, the process is relatively standardized, and they even called to report to their superiors."

"He even knocked on the door and asked me if I saw this little girl. I said no, I didn't know her..."

"Well, it's good to answer like this."

Pan Hao was silent for a moment. Now that their family has gone overseas for vacation, only the youngest and smartest son is helping with some things.

The supernatural world is a channel leading to another class. It is very dangerous to step into it rashly, but it is reluctant to give up completely.

Therefore, Pan Hao is just cultivating the smartest children.It is not bad for the next generation with insufficient xinxing to live the lives of ordinary people.

The so-called rich generation and rich second generation, how should I put it... Whether it is ambition, a strong desire for success, or self-discipline and personality, there are some gaps between the rich generation and the rich second generation.

It is extremely difficult to inherit wealth forever.

But this kind of thing, Pan Hao can be regarded as open, Qin Huang Han Wu, Tang Zong Song Yi, a 300-year reincarnation dynasty, when his descendants of Lao Pan lose all his family business, he is probably dead, who cares so much?He has no throne to inherit.

"Hey, these big organizations always have some organizational problems and are slow to respond. At critical moments, I still have to rely on my old Pan to save the world." Pan Haodi muttered, "This little girl ran away early. "

"Dad, do you want me to come and pick you up? Who is that little girl? Is it worth paying so much attention to? Could it be the strange thing on her that you fancy and want to rob?"

"If you rob and rob, you know how to rob. It depends on how many catties you have. Have you ever killed a chicken or seen a dead person? You can't do anything." Pan Hao scolded unceremoniously, "Stay in your hotel. Some news from the black guards told me, don’t call, send text messages.”

"Calling directly might kill your father."

"I know I know!"

He switched the phone to silent mode, and drove behind quietly.

Soon, BYD arrived at the destination.

Pan Hao Tong Kong shrunk slightly: "Guangyingli funeral parlor...what the hell are you doing here? I knew there was something wrong with this woman."

Running to a funeral home in the middle of the night scared him so much that his skin got goosebumps.

Fortunately, this funeral home is considered a formal government institution, and hundreds of people are burned a day. Even in the middle of the night, there are quite a few family members of the deceased staying inside to keep watch.

Want to go in and have a look?

"Won't come up with some tricks to cheat corpses... A demon god... Should I wait here for the big man in the black guard? Or wait here for the saint?"

Pan Hao wiped the cold sweat off his face, feeling a little uncertain.

I searched again with my mobile phone: "The former Qingtian Hospital was rebuilt into this funeral parlor...Is there a problem with Feng Shui?"

Suddenly, the positioning signal on Fengling's body disappeared!

"People die and birds face the sky, and they will not die for ten thousand years."

Pan Hao braced himself, said a few words "blessed by saints", touched the letter [My name is Pan Hao, but I'm already dead when you read this letter...], and resorted to a trick of "Ti Yun Zong" , abruptly climbed over the high wall.

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Chapter 2 and Chapter [-] Rewritten Concept

Guangyingli Funeral Home, as a government agency that has realized a large-scale and modernized management system, has a complete set of standardized procedures.

After two hours of burning in a cremation furnace with a temperature of 760-1150 degrees, most of the tissues of the human body will be evaporated and oxidized due to the heat and gas released by the exhaust system.All that was left after cremation were dry bone fragments, only about 3kg.

It was getting late now, except for a small number of on-duty staff, most of the staff were off work, and the burning of the corpses would not start until eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

Of course, there are many coffins in the waiting area, and there are many family members around, and weeping can be heard faintly.

Pan Hao swallowed, hearing the cries around him, he faintly felt something was wrong.

The power derived from the "nine-color deer fluff" has not disappeared, and his spiritual perception is much higher than that of ordinary people.

There is a pressure from ancient times, like tens of thousands of sharp needles piercing the skin, causing every pore in his body to shrink involuntarily.This pressure is very subtle, but it is slowly increasing.

If it wasn't for borrowing the power of the Nine-Colored Deer, it wouldn't have been realized.

He closed his eyes, savored it carefully, and was suddenly shocked: "Fuck, isn't this pressure level exactly the same as Xanadu Village?! It's even colder."

"Is the unknown demon god invading here?"

"Is this place a special area?"

"Where's the saint?" He looked around, looking for the so-called "saint".

and was not found.

Pan Hao chose the next best thing, moving slowly in the funeral home, trying to find the missing Feng Ling, and cautiously waiting for the arrival of the high-level guards in black.

At this moment, he suddenly heard an exclamation from a certain room!