Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The corridor of the police station is very quiet, and occasionally rubbing footsteps can be heard.

Lu Jia's words were like throwing boulders on this calm lake, and the splashing waves almost killed the dean.

"Lu Jian, you can't talk nonsense about this." The dean was sweating coldly on his forehead. According to Lu Jian's current mental state, if he really committed a crime, it is really uncertain how he will be sentenced.

Fang Zhuo was also very disturbed, and he grabbed Lu Jian's sleeves, "Don't make trouble, what if you fold yourself in, what will I do, I won't wait for you."

These words were very effective, and the murderous look in Lu Jia's eyes turned into stubbornness, "If you don't wait for me, then who do you want to wait for?"

As soon as Fang Zhuo looked at him like this, the back of Fang Zhuo's head felt cold, not only his mouth couldn't be hardened, but all the cells in his body were softening and surrendering, "I won't wait for anyone."

Lu Jia let out an incomprehensible oh, a word that almost made the two people present tremble.

With Lu Jia like this, the dean was really worried about letting him go out of the hospital. On the way back, he just mentioned his thoughts a little bit, and that kid would fly away with his eyes.

At this time, the inpatient department was brightly lit.

The patient was locked in the ward, and the doctors and nurses were guarding the first floor, all wanting to wait for the dean to come back and ask about the situation as soon as possible.

So what did they see?Lu Jia, who thought he would be locked up by the police, swaggered in after the dean, but the gentle and gentle Doctor Qian didn't see anyone.

Under what circumstances, it is impossible for the murderer to be Dr. Qian!

Everyone exploded immediately, and ran up to surround the dean one after another, arguing so loudly.

The dean shouted in silence, "Dr. Qian is still being questioned. It's unclear who the murderer is. Don't guess wildly. It's late, so go to bed."

At this time, who can still sleep, if the dean refused to approve the leave, he would probably have left long ago.

Fang Zhuo took Lu Jia back to the sixth floor. Whoever saw them along the way was like a mouse seeing a cat, and some people would show exaggerated and scared expressions.

In their cognition, the possibility of mental patients going crazy and hurting others is of course much greater than that of a normal doctor.

Lu Jia turned a blind eye to his surroundings, but kept hooking Fang Zhuo's fingers with his hand, and refused to let go until he entered the ward.

As soon as the door was closed, Fang Zhuo was pushed against the door panel.

"Will Dr. Zhao hate me?" The flat tone was pitiful.

Fang Zhuo reached out to touch his dog's head, little brother, you don't know the lethality of your face, if one day you can smile sincerely, maybe I will give you my life, how can I hate you.

"No, what happened this time is a flying cauldron, neither you nor me."

If he had to blame, he could only blame Dr. Qian.

Seeing that Lujiao's situation is getting better and better, but he was taken to the police station by that idiot. I don't know if the little wolf dog will have a psychological shadow.

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more worried he became, and the movement of touching the dog's head was much gentler, "I have never been in a police station since I grew up, and I have been in a police station twice this year. This experience is really exciting, Lu Jia, we take this as a An adventure, okay?"

Lu Jia pinched the doctor's palm and said something insincere, "Not good."

"Doctor Zhao, I feel very scared."

Fang Zhuo lost his composure all of a sudden, he stopped touching his head, and instead smoothed his hair all over his body, "Tell me, what happened to you inside?"

In fact, nothing happened. He sat in the chair for a full 24 hours without changing his posture.

Lu Jia just told the truth, "They all looked at me and asked me a lot of questions."

Fang Zhuo began to think about it, the little wolf dog looks fierce, surrounded by several powerful enemies at once, he must be frightened, maybe he will make a whining sound...

It's pathetic to think about it.

"It's okay, it's all over." Fang Zhuo kissed his forehead, and then kissed his temples, as if coaxing a baby.

Lu Jia raised his head and kissed him back. The longing in his body had been suppressed for too long. Now he just wanted to do it himself and feel the man's warmth and softness.

Fang Zhuo didn't expect that the baby carriage could be turned into a motor car, and it was too late when he realized it.

The little wolf dog's male dog's waist is very strong, Fang Zhuo has known this for a long time, but he didn't expect that his tongue is also very strong, he seemed to be sucked out of his soul, and he became limp in a few strokes.

Lu Jia propped up his arms, with the taste of a dog breeder in his mouth, he buried his head and kissed him vigorously, "Doctor Zhao, I like you, I really like you..."

The young man took the trouble, and every time he said it, the train would speed up.

Fang Zhuo didn't know if he was tired or too sleepy, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them no matter what.

He wanted to touch Lu Jia, but before he raised his hand, his eyes fell into darkness.

"Is Dr. Zhao asleep?" Lu Jia rubbed his head against Fang Zhuo's palm, seeing that there was no response, he smiled dotingly and hugged him tightly.

Fang Zhuo slept for a long time, and didn't wake up until the next day when he went to work.

The dean brought a few doctors over, put the man on a stretcher and sent him to another hospital. The result of the examination was only one——

Fell asleep.

Lu Jia was already going crazy, like a shadow, holding Fang Zhuo's hand at any time, and shouting every minute, "Doctor Zhao, why are you still awake?"

After asking, he didn't ask any more, and suddenly he laughed lowly by himself, biting the hand that was held by him, his teeth grinding each finger gently.

He said to himself, even if he couldn't wake up, Dr. Zhao could always be under his nose.

In the afternoon, Lu Jia's mood became unstable, his composure and restraint were all gone, and everything in the ward was smashed all over.

During the period, Dr. Qian, who came back from the police station, brought fruit to see once, but Lu Jia grabbed his clothes and knocked him down. Then, his neck was strangled by a hand, and he was nailed to the ground.

The young man above was gasping for breath, like a wild beast with undisguised tyranny and anger in his eyes.

The back of Dr. Qian's head hurt sharply, but he still explained in a good-tempered manner, "I just heard from my colleagues that Dr. Zhao was hospitalized, so I came here to see it. I don't mean any harm."

Lu Jia didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking. There seemed to be something circulating in his dark eyes.

Dr. Qian was caught by this gaze, his heart constricted, and he felt a strange feeling, as if what he was facing was not a pair of eyes, but a bottomless abyss that devoured people.

Dark thoughts, unspeakable emotions, and even a soul soaked in evil, as long as he is stared at by the other party, all his disguises will be torn apart and swallowed.

These are not the eyes of a normal person.

The dean standing aside was frightened by Lu Jia's evil spirit, and shouted dryly, "Lu Jia, calm down."

Lu Jia blinked, let go and stood up abruptly.He opened his mouth and suddenly rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

No one knew that Lu Jian could see more than just death.

No matter anyone, as long as he has skin-to-skin contact with him, he can watch all the experiences of the other person's life in an instant, and even empathize with the other person's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in life.

To Lu Jia, he was like a perverted voyeur.

He doesn't take the initiative to touch anyone unless necessary.

In the beginning, he just deliberately avoided physical contact with people. Over time, he became mentally ill. As long as he had contact with people, he would feel sick and vomit. In severe cases, he even lost control of his emotions.

Lu Jia thought that he would spend his whole life in loneliness until he met Dr. Zhao.

No matter how intimate the touch is, Dr. Zhao's life is blank, warm and comfortable.

Soon, he found himself lusting after Dr. Zhao, and wanted to get closer every day. It would be best to let him have his own taste and become his exclusive.

But Lu Jia was also uneasy. He could only see Dr. Zhao occasionally in his dreams, but he couldn't see the other person's existence in his own life, as if he had been deliberately erased by some force. There is always a vacancy.

But at the moment when he touched Dr. Qian——

He saw what he wanted.

Lu Jia sat on the cold ground with his back against the toilet, laughing nervously.

The dean was terrified, and leaned out half of his body to look in. Lu Jia also looked at the door at this time, "Dean, Dr. Zhao will wake up."

Hearing the hoarse voice of the young man, the dean froze in place as if struck by lightning.

This was the first time Lu Jia spoke to him, but the dean couldn't be happy. Dr. Zhao is a tree, and Lu Jia is just vines wrapped around the tree. All his emotions and feelings are attached to the tree.

If one day the tree withers, the vines will also wither.

Hey, troublesome.

In the afternoon, Lu Jia cleaned up the messy ward.

He opened the curtains, let the sun shine in, and gently traced the face of the man on the hospital bed.

Lu Jian's eyes were fascinated, his finger slid along Fang Zhuo's forehead to the tip of his nose, and tapped lightly, "Dr. superior."

He sighed in satisfaction, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

The finger slid down and landed on Fang Zhuo's dry lips.

Lu Jia poured saliva into his mouth, bent down and fed it into Fang Zhuo's mouth.

In a daze, Fang Zhuo felt very hungry, so he held his tongue in his mouth, bit and gnawed, until the bloody smell spread in his mouth, he realized something, and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was blood on Lu Jian's lips, and he didn't know which one was broken, the tongue or the lips, it was bright red.

"Doctor Zhao." Lu Jiaqiang called out.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously licked his lower lip, sat up on the bed, and looked around blankly, "Why am I in the hospital?"

Lu Jia sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed his fingers and squeezed softly, "Dr. Zhao passed out last night."

Fang Zhuo was embarrassed, dizzy?Is his body so weak?

Fuck, no, Fang Zhuo took the phone over and checked the time, fuck, it was exactly one month since he passed out for the first time.

Lu Jia saw that the person he woke up to touch and hug for the first time was not himself, but the mobile phone, so he rushed at him viciously, and bit the person when he held him down.

Soon, Fang Zhuo's neck and chest had a lot of tooth marks, and the two spots on his chest were still swollen, and it hurt when he was rubbed by his clothes.

Lu Jia strangled him, and even if the dean brought the doctor in, he still remained the same, telling others all the time that Dr. Zhao belonged to him alone.

Fang Zhuo blushed, lowered his voice and said, "Let go."

Lu Jian is selectively autistic.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to poke his forehead, and looked at the dean in embarrassment, "Dean, I'm fine."

The dean was worried, so he asked several doctors to help him check it.

As Fang Zhuo said, nothing happened.

A good person, who would sleep for nearly thirty hours without being woken up by beating gongs and drums?

In fact, it was the nurse on duty on the sixth floor who first discovered the problem.

Since the murder case in the hospital, everyone has been very sensitive. When they heard the voice of 668, their first reaction was that Lu Jia killed Dr. Zhao.

It was only when I went to the ward that I found out that Dr. Zhao was in a coma.

When they called the dean, Lu Jiazheng was holding Fang Zhuofang tightly, his eyes were fierce and gloomy, and he was still holding a carving knife in his hand, anyone who stepped forward would be stabbed.

The dean talked nonsense, and promised again and again that he would wake him up before getting him out of his arms.

During the time Fang Zhuo didn't wake up, the dean felt that he had been tortured by Lu Jia to make him ten years old. Whenever he was in trouble, the young man would stare at him with those gloomy eyes, for fear that he would renege on his account and run away.

Well now, people are finally awake.

The dean stared at Fang Zhuo for a few seconds, then clicked his tongue, "Dr. Zhao, because of you, my old bones are about to be tossed apart. You are good, your face is full of red."

Fang Zhuo said smoothly, "I took a great tonic."

After speaking, I blushed first, and the dean, the older generation, reacted a little later, and my face also turned red, annoyed.

"Don't tell me you are, you are..." The dean didn't have the nerve to say the rest.

Fang Zhuo quickly explained, "Of course not! Dean, there is something I didn't tell you."

"What's the matter?" The dean frowned, and then became nervous.

"I may have narcolepsy." Fang Zhuo lowered his head, looking very troubled, "I fell asleep suddenly one afternoon when I first came to the hospital. I was not sure at the time. I thought it was because I was too tired... Now I am sure."

Narcolepsy is not a mental disorder, and the onset time is variable. Some people have it every few days, some have it every few months, and some have it every day for a month.During the attack, the time of lethargy is also not fixed.

In short, this is a very capricious problem.

The weirdest thing is that the cause of narcolepsy is still unknown, and there is no other way to cure it except to find a way to adjust it by yourself and take some small doses of psychotropic drugs.

"How could Dr. Zhao have such a problem?" The dean was worried. According to this, even if he and Lu Jia did not fall in love, there was no way to stay in the hospital.

Fang Zhuowen said in a low voice, "I don't know either."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the dean thought he was worried about the end of his career as a doctor, and hurriedly comforted him, "It's okay, this problem has something to do with psychology, as long as you adjust patiently, maybe one day it will be fine."

Fang Zhuo nodded and talked about his resignation by the way.

The dean knew that his current situation was special, so he didn't say much, "Wait until Monday, and I'll sign it for you."

Resigning means that they have to move out of the dormitory, and Lu Jia will also be discharged from the hospital.

Next, the first thing is to find a house.

That night, Fang Zhuo was lying on the bed in ward 668, using a tablet to search for a room online.

He had slept too much before, and was still very energetic until two o'clock in the morning. Lu Jia tapped his fingers on his knees and got up to feed him a glass of water.

In less than 10 minutes, Fang Zhuo dropped the tablet on the carpet and fell asleep.

Lu Jia turned off the light, locked the door, and climbed out of the window. He moved swiftly and silently, and climbed from the sixth floor of the inpatient department to a certain window on the third floor of the dormitory.

With a sheet in his hand, he easily opened the window from the outside and jumped in.

The room was pitch black, with simple furnishings, and there was a person lying on the bed with blurred outlines.

Dr. Qian had a dream. He dreamed that there were a pair of dead well-like eyes staring at him.

He ran frantically in the dark, but no matter where he went, those eyes followed him, silent and malicious.

Finally, he got tired of this state, stopped and turned around, meeting those eyes.

He saw his own face in those dark pupils, the flesh seemed to have been cut off by a sharp weapon, and kept falling down, exposing the white bones inside.

"Ah!" Dr. Qian suddenly sat up, saw a person standing beside the bed, and almost rolled out of bed.

His heart was beating fast, and he quickly fell to the ground, staring at the tall and thin figure opposite him, "Lu Jia?"

Lu lightly laughed, "It's me."

Doctor Qian was surprised, "Are you talking to me?"

Lu Jia suddenly turned on the light, Dr. Qian was blinded by the light and closed his eyes. Before he could open his eyes, he was kicked in the stomach.

This kick was so strong that Dr. Qian's body hit the wall, and he immediately felt a bloody smell coming up.

He stood up clutching his stomach, "Why are you crazy?"

Lu Jian looked at him indifferently.

Dr. Qian added, "Just because I told the police that you were suspected? Are you taking revenge on me?"

Lu Jia glanced around the dormitory, and his thin lips curled up in a sarcasm, "I live like a disgusting cockroach every day, are you really happy, Dr. Qian?"

Dr. Qian clenched and loosened his fist, "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

"I have to suppress my nature every day and smile at people who hate me. It's painful."

Dr. Qian closed his eyes, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.

"But it doesn't matter, you kill him, that disgusting man is finally dead, you use a scalpel, slowly inserting knife after knife, you enjoy his pain and suffering, enjoy his begging to you when he struggles, enjoy With the stimulation of blood-stained clothes..."

Lu Jian's voice was deliberately slowed down, and he spoke clearly.

Every word and every sentence is the sharpest knife, slowly inserting into Dr. Qian's heart.

Little by little, he wanted to break down Dr. Qian's psychological defenses, and let this person take the initiative to reveal himself hiding in the shadows.