Pokémon Dream Walker

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Seeing that Shang He looked bad, Du Sword Sheath came over to him with concern, and the blue ribbon caressed his face.

This scene is enough to make people feel frightened.

After all, the blue ribbon is its feeding tool. If it wraps around its prey, it will drain the life essence.

But Shang He has long been convinced of the single scabbard and is not afraid of this kind of intimacy.

He just regretted in his heart: "It's a pity that the original owner did not cultivate an elf. If his death last night was caused by external causes, he might have been able to survive with an elf companion watching from the side."

Pressing the blue ribbon on the scabbard of the single sword, he asked: "When I was sleeping just now, was there any strange creature approaching our house?"

YoYo…

The single scabbard swings the sword and gives a negative reply.

Shang He nodded lightly, and after verbally praising the single scabbard for a few words, he thought to himself.

"The original owner was as strong as a Kentero. He had never even had a minor cold, and there was no genetic history in his family... He had not gone out yesterday, and his diet was normal... I think the cause of death was most likely not caused by internal causes."

While thinking about it, Shang He moved his body.

I smacked my lips helplessly, feeling that sleeping did not relieve my fatigue. My muscles were still sore everywhere, and I felt like my body was about to fall apart.

"Speaking of external factors... I have a narrow social circle and I have never made enemies with anyone... Judging from my recent memory, the only abnormality is the recovery of the single scabbard——"

His thoughts stopped suddenly, Shang He's pupils shrank, and he vaguely thought of another strange thing.

"Tired!"

"Unusual tiredness!"

"The muscle soreness caused by excessive exercise still exists. Logically speaking, this is impossible!"

"I forgot about this!"

"The original owner did not do excessive training yesterday. Even if he meditated all night last night, his body would not be in this tired state."

"The original owner had his life essence drained last night?"

"The Single Sword Sheath actually came back to life last night?"

Because of the ferocity of the single scabbard, Shang He had to doubt it again, but his attitude in his heart was more inclined to deny it.

"Random guesses will only cause trouble. Go to the hospital for a physical check-up and you should be able to get some useful information."

Thinking of this, Shang He pressed the pillow with one hand and stood up from the bed.

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Something rolled to the ground next to the pillow, catching Shang He's attention and he picked it up from the ground.

A porcelain-like chess piece?

No, this is made of jade, like a piece of mutton-fat white jade.

After searching the original owner's memory, no memory fragments related to it were found. It seems that this is not the original owner's thing?

Shang He frowned, held the "chess piece" with two fingers and sniffed it for a few times, but did not detect any peculiar smell.

"Weird...jades dropped from the sky? Is this such a good thing?"

呦…

The scabbard of the single sword groaned softly, as if sending a reminder.

Shang He raised his eyebrows.

The ghost-type elves are very special. Maybe they made an important discovery. They put their hands on the hilt of the sword and connected with the single sword scabbard.

After a while, after communicating.

Shang He solemnly picked up the "chess piece".

The expression on his face is complicated.

Half doubtful, half expectant.

The reason for doubt is that this "chess piece" is indeed not a serious jade stone.

According to Du Sword Sheath's perception, there is special energy stored in it.

This point almost made Shang He furious, thinking that the death of the original owner was related to the "chess piece".

Another thought of "harmless" came from the single scabbard.

Shang He breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, no one wants to die suddenly for no reason. At the same time, he is also more curious about the identity of the "chess piece". He can't even identify it based on the memory of his previous life.

The expectation is because of the status of a time traveler.

He suspected that he also had a "gold finger", which might be related to this strange jade stone.

"By the way, this thing wasn't produced by me, right?"

Shang He held the "chess piece" and looked at it carefully, his eyes full of disgust, suspecting that he had turned into a shark-like creature.

"Single scabbard, do you want to eat this?"

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The one blue eye turned blankly, looking a little silly, but the meaning he wanted to express was very clear.

——This thing has no appeal to it.

"It seems that it is not a supplement for elves... We will study it when we come back later. Go to the hospital to check your body first."

……

Shang He went out with his single scabbard and went to the hospital in Feiyun City.

His home is in the northwest district of Feiyun City, surrounded by skyscrapers, only slightly inferior to that in the central district.

There are mostly entertainment clubs, high-rise apartments, international businesses, city parks...

A little less prosperous CBD flavor.

A little more refined life.

To have a courtyard here that is completely different from the urban style, the original owner must have spent a lot of money.

pity……

The younger generation failed to live up to expectations and the property was poorly managed, which led to the decline of the family fortune.

Shang He looked at the alien city scenery, thinking about the situation of the original owner's house, and couldn't help but start muttering in his heart.

"Should I say that we are worthy of being a family that practices swordsmanship?"

"My personality is as rigid as a sword, and I don't know how to adapt. How can I develop well if I break away from the main theme of the world?"

"I have never seen fighters successfully integrate into the times, focusing on cultivating fighting elves, opening gyms to recruit apprentices, and all of them have gained fame and fortune."

"You can't even copy the homework?"

Slandering the original owner's family, Shang He was also warning himself and summing up his experience.

You can't make the same mistakes again.

After all, one of the obsessions of the original owner is to promote the genre.

"Insect Bag, Pickpocket Cat, Little Yorkie, Lulili, Spicy Monkey..."

Just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Shang He was fascinated by the new world. He kept curiously looking at the elves around the passersby, naming them like treasures, and even eager to touch them.

Passers-by also looked back with curiosity.

It was not thrown at Shang He, but the "flying sword" following him.

A kind of elf that has never been seen before, but is very cool. It looks like it may be the same type as Gears and Magneto.

Shang He, who was already tall and handsome, became the most handsome boy on the street.

hospital.

The young doctor opposite had a sunny face and seemed to be a humorous person.

After briefly reading the documents, he bound them with a stapler and pushed them in front of Shang He. He raised his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a gentle smile.

"Has your life been unsatisfactory recently? Then don't give up on yourself. Being young means there are infinite possibilities." [-]

Shang He was stunned for a moment.

Does this doctor know the original owner?

Are you trying to persuade the original owner not to "sit at home"?

The doctor smiled kindly, turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, and said to himself: "I see you are not opposed to raising elves?"

"Then I suggest you try raising a pickpocket cat or a Yorkie."

"These little guys are always full of energy. Getting along with them can heal the owner's soul and will definitely bring a different color to your life."

Shang He:? ? ?

"You can also go out and see more, and take a casual trip."

"Everything is good in Feiyun City, but the high-rise buildings make the environment too depressing. The Huifan City in the northwest is built on the mountains; the Snowflake City is adjacent to the wetland; Shuanglong City is rich in history; Luzi Town is blown by the tidal wind...these They are all good places to relax.”

Talking about travel, the young doctor shared excitedly: "By the way, I must recommend the best place to you - Lianyi Town!"

“It is a summer resort. Listening to the sound of the rising and falling tide can purify the soul. Moreover, the town’s influence will continue to expand in the future. If you can own a villa there, it will be a great choice for both enjoyment and investment. "

The young doctor suddenly became a travel agent salesman.

Shang He was a little confused, so he quickly interrupted his speech and asked, "Doctor, what do you want to express?"

The doctor suppressed his smile, tapped his knuckles on the table, and spoke frankly.

"After saying so much, don't you understand? I just want to advise you not to do stupid things. No matter how difficult it is, as long as you are still alive, there is hope."

Shang He was silent for a moment and said quietly: "Doctor, if I say that I have never thought of committing suicide, would you believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, although the poison you used is not a chemical poison, it is a poison formulated with plants and trees, but it is obviously impossible to eat it by mistake."

Hearing this, Shang He's face turned even worse.

The death of the original owner was indeed strange. According to the doctor, he was poisoned!

"Doctor, how am I doing now?"

"Fortunately you came in time..."

The first half of the sentence made Shang He breathe a sigh of relief. He obviously still had a chance to save himself.

I just don't know how serious it is.

The doctor continued to speak the second half of the sentence, making Shang He look stunned.

"If you come a little later, the toxins will be diluted and excreted by your strong physique, and you won't be able to detect any clues."

It’s okay to co-write...

The corners of Shang He's mouth twitched involuntarily, feeling the doctor's bad taste.

The doctor enjoyed Shang He's reaction. After smiling successfully, his expression gradually became serious and he started talking about business.

"From your reaction, I can roughly guess what happened. Since you didn't attempt suicide, you probably survived after being poisoned, right?"

Shang He's face was gloomy, he nodded in affirmative, and asked in a deep voice: "Doctor, what kind of poison did I get?"

"Tsk, tsk, I can't believe it... As for what kind of poison it is? I don't know either."

After clicking his tongue and sighing, the doctor explained in detail:

"The person who wanted to harm you really took great pains. This poison should be an ancient recipe."

"You probably live alone, right?"

"If your body is not found in time, the poison will be diluted after killing you. The forensic doctor will not find any clues during the autopsy. It can only be regarded as a sudden death of a vicious disease and cannot be classified as a criminal case."

"But the other party never expected that you were so lucky. Not only did you survive the torture of poison, but you also immediately came to the hospital for a physical check-up."

As he spoke, the doctor took out a set of blood drawing equipment.

"Here, draw some blood. I can't help you much. Call the police when you leave the hospital. Be more careful in the future."

Shang He was shocked by the series of news and subconsciously stretched out his arms.

It wasn't until he felt pain in his elbow socket that he came back to his senses and asked, "Doctor, why are you drawing blood again?"

"There are still toxins left in your blood. It can be temporarily preserved after treatment. You can ask the poison master to test what kind of poison it is."

Shang He frowned and said, "Can't the hospital do tests?"

"It's okay in other situations, but not like yours."

"This is a kind of plant poison, a unique formula of pharmacists. As the saying goes: to untie the bell, you must tie the bell!"

Ha ha!

What a painstaking effort!

Shang He suppressed the anger in his heart and sincerely asked for advice: "Please teach me, doctor, who can help me identify the type of poison."

"Ordinary pharmacists are unreliable, and they are afraid that if you go to them, you will end up in a tiger's mouth."

"Let me think about..."

The young doctor touched his chin and remembered a perfect candidate.

"Yes, you go to Feiyun Gym on the northeast side of Tianjian Bridge. The old gym owner is not only a master of poison elf training, but also a superb poison master. He is absolutely trustworthy and can definitely give Give me the answer you want."

In just a few sentences, the amount of information contained was huge, which greatly surprised Shang He.

"The master of the Poison Department?"

"Poison Master?"

It was obvious that this person was definitely not the Insect Hall Master Atti. This did not match his memory, and he was an unknown character who was not in the plot.

The doctor sighed with emotion: "Well, it's very impressive, isn't it? But it is said that the old gentleman has planned to resign as the gym leader..."

an old man?

Shang He immediately made a guess.

I have traveled to prehistoric times, and Yadi hasn’t become the Feiyun Gym Leader yet?