Yu Lanchuan always felt that her words were very demonic, so he quickly asked: "What do you want to do?"

Gan Qing: "Don't do anything, just chat with him."

Leader Yu was extremely tired: "Don't mess around!"

Gan Qing didn't reply, but replied with a Kim Curator panda expression - "Good-looking women are not reliable."

Who wants to fight with you?

Yu Lanchuan knelt down in front of this walking emoticon, told Yang Yifan, and hurried to Gan Qing's location.

"Doctor" Zhao used to open a beauty salon, but later found that the competition in this industry was becoming more and more fierce, so he changed his profession. He found someone to buy a diploma, and after a month of training and packaging, he wiped his face.

, changed his appearance, became a "psychological counseling expert", and opened this "Anxin Clinic".

In one weekend, he made a lot of "safety money" - in the afternoon he received three groups of people who paid money to listen to music and take a nap, sold two long-term treatment courses, and more than a dozen people asked him to bring "smart medicine"

"Customer, the numbers on his account grew gratifyingly, and he went home humming happily.

Dr. Zhao lives not far from the hotel where Nie Ke gave him money that day. There is a small road in the middle of the walk back. Although it is a little back-breaking, it is not too far. The roads are all familiar. This gentleman is unethical.

Yan Yan, of course, is a materialistic money worshiper, firmly believing that the RMB can ward off evil spirits, and is not afraid of the dark. As usual, he turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, swayed his legs, and strolled along while humming the Xipi Adagio.

But today, there seemed to be something unusual in the alley. As he walked, the northwest wind stopped, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and an indescribable feeling crawled onto his back.

Dr. Zhao looked around suspiciously with his flashlight, but found nothing. He suspected that he was nervous, so he became angry and sang out: "I am from Wollongong."

The word "人" did not come out, but someone seemed to laugh softly in the darkness.

Dr. Zhao shut his mouth suddenly. At the same time, he suddenly found that the sound of his footsteps was a little unnatural - it had a "rustling" noise.

Did you step on something?

No, that's not right!

He stopped suddenly, but the "rustling" sound didn't stop immediately, it was a few more times! It was as if someone was deliberately imitating his steps, but the steps were not very accurate.

"Is there anyone there?" Dr. Zhao called back, and there was an empty path behind him. He became nervous for no reason, because he suddenly found that this familiar path was darker than he thought, which made him a little uneasy, so he quickened his pace.

The "rustling" movement followed him like a shadow. Dr. Zhao looked back several times, his heart beating faster and faster, and his palms began to feel wet.

Just when he was about to reach the end of the path, a running sound suddenly came from behind him. It was fast and heavy, like a deafening drum sound, hitting his eardrums without warning.

This may be some kind of animal instinct. Walking forward alone in a very quiet place, the sound of rapid footsteps can easily give people a shuddering feeling of being chased. Especially when the person has begun to be afraid.

The sudden footsteps frightened Dr. Zhao so much that his knees went weak. He quickly raised his phone and took a photo in the direction of the footsteps.

With this photo, he could clearly see the road behind him, and his hair stood up - there was still no one there. When the light swept across, the sound of urgent and heavy footsteps disappeared out of thin air!

Dr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then he ran away. I don't know if it was his imagination. The moment he turned around, he seemed to hear a woman laughing!

After running 800 meters in one breath, Dr. Zhao almost vomited out his lungs and ran to the street. His hands were covered in cold sweat and he could hardly hold his cell phone.

He casually wiped it with his sleeve, exhaled, nervously squeezed the wallet in his trouser pocket, and chanted twice.

"Scare yourself," he patted his chest and laughed as if to console himself, "You're suspicious, bah bah bah."

Dr. Zhao lives alone and has sent his wife and children abroad. This way he can look good to outsiders and he is free to do whatever he wants. That night, he somehow didn't want to be alone, so he opened the door and flipped through his cell phone.

While he was hesitating between the beautiful receptionist and the new female patient he had recently hooked up with, he felt something was wrong - the heating in the room was mixed with a cool breath, blowing coldly past him...

Who opened the window?

At this moment, the door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang, and the key to open the door had not been taken off yet. Dr. Zhao suddenly turned his head and heard a soft "click" sound, and the door was locked from the outside.

It's up! He hurriedly rushed to the peephole to look outside, and at the same time he turned the door handle in vain. The movement woke up the voice-activated light in the corridor, but he still couldn't see anyone.

Doctor Zhao's heart was in his throat. At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out and the switch was pulled!

"Who! I called the police!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a very distant woman laughed at the top of her voice and said softly: "Okay."

Dr. Zhao picked up the umbrella standing at the door and turned his head sharply following the sound. He suddenly found that a window on the balcony was open, and... the shadow of a long-haired woman was floating outside the window. The night wind swept her shadow.

Still shaking slightly!

Dr. Zhao took a step back suddenly, and his back hit the shoe cabinet - he lived on the tenth floor!

"Shadow" stretched out a hand and pressed it on the glass window of his house. Then there was a "squeaking" sound of nails scraping the glass. She sighed faintly: "If I still had my hand, I would also call the police.

Doctor Zhao, I want to report you for practicing medicine illegally and seeking money and killing..."

In the dark room, the man who was so frightened that he didn't see a few hair-like threads, like a spider web, inserted into the cracks of the open window. One of the threads moved slightly, and a piece of paper on the refrigerator appeared.

The box was pulled down, and a pile of "Ritalin" rolled to the ground.

Dr. Zhao sat down on the ground: "I, I, I, this is a serious medicine! It's imported from Pakistan!"

"Shadow" sneered: "Imported?"

"Ritalin" is what Dr. Zhao calls a "smart drug", also known as "brain pill". It is generally used to treat ADHD and attention disorders. Some people abroad like to take a few pills to refresh themselves.

This kind of drug, which is addictive and has side effects if you hear it, is a class of psychotropic drugs in China. It is controlled and does not have a hospital prescription. The "imported goods" purchased are basically either smuggled on the black market or fake.

"I will do the purchasing on my behalf..."

A medicine box suddenly flew up on its own, brushed past the man's ear, and hit the shoe cabinet hard. Dr. Zhao screamed, and almost lost his bladder: "Smuggling! Smuggling! This medicine is also available in the hospital, and it won't kill people."

!Anyone who has... problems is because his body is not... ah!"

His vision went dark, and another medicine box flew up like a top and hit his face very quickly. Doctor Zhao seemed to have been slapped in the face. He huddled into the corner with all four limbs together and held his head.

"Anyone who has problems with eating is because of his own poor health and it's none of your business, right?" The "shadow" outside the window sneered lowly, "What about me, what did you give me to eat?"

Doctor Zhao raised his head blankly: "What..."

"Can't remember? Let me remind you, in early March this year, I bought ten consultations from you, and you also prescribed medicine for me, but it didn't work, doctor." The "shadow" whispered softly.

He said softly, "And it seems to be getting worse. Every day...every day is like soaking in a swamp. Countless hands stretch out from the mud and keep pulling me down. Slowly, I can't even speak."

I can't speak, I have no strength at all, what did you give me to eat, doctor?"

"Doctor Zhao" was confused at first, but as she spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face changed: "You...who are you?"

"Who do you think I am? I used to think that I was a lunatic and had extremely low self-esteem. But after I left my body, I suddenly felt much better. I am so unwilling to do so. I must come back to you for a good 'consultation.'" He scratched the glass with his fingernails.

The sound became more and more harsh. Then, the window squeaked and was pushed open a wider crack. A pale and skinny hand stretched out, "Doctor Zhao, what's going on?"

This time the man was so frightened that he picked up a decorated Buddha statue in the entrance hall, yelled some random exorcism spells from nowhere, and then threw it at the window. The porcelain Buddha statue shattered together with the window.

The shadow disappeared out of thin air. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the voice say again: "Oh."

The voice is close to my ears, she is in the house!

The small door of the innermost bedroom opened slightly, and the hand reached out from inside, and a vague, female shadow slanted into the living room.

She gave a high-pitched laugh: "Ha, it seems that Buddha doesn't bless bad people. It's so dangerous."

"Are you Dingxiang? Wang Xiaoqing? Hao... Hao Hao Chunmei..." Dr. Zhao shouted out the names of several women in a nonstop manner. Even the "female ghost" in the room was stunned for a while, as if he did not expect such a thing.

As this situation developed, the man's pants/crotch were already wet, and he said incoherently, "I don't know anything. I didn't harm you. I, I, I, I just help people buy medicines. I do whatever they buy..."

The scary, thin voice of "Female Ghost" became deeper, but it was a pity that Dr. Zhao, who had lost his mind, didn't hear it: "You mean 'them'?"

Yu Lanchuan got off the taxi and ran all the way. He was not familiar with the place and took several wrong turns. When he finally found Dr. Zhao's community, he looked at his watch and saw that more than an hour had passed. He suddenly broke into a sweat -

—If you had a pressure cooker, it would be enough to stew "Doctor Zhao" until the flesh and bones are separated!

While calling Gan Qing, he tried to determine which building it was, but the other party hung up the phone.

Yu Lanchuan: "Asshole!"

Just as he was about to hit him again, a dead branch suddenly flew next to him. Yu Lanchuan subconsciously caught it with his hand. He looked up and saw Gan Qing sitting in the flower bed of the community, holding up a wig, waving to him, and asked with a smile: "Who is it?"

asshole?"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

"I told you I'm here to chat with Dr. Zhao, why are you worried?" Gan Qing said, "Are you so worried about me? I'm really flattered."

Yu Lanchuan said with a paralyzed face, "I'm worried about the person you're targeting."

"Don't worry, I'm not dead, I'm not injured, and I didn't leave any evidence. I avoided surveillance and my fingerprints were all wiped off. Is this reliable? Come on, let's settle the money first. We'll settle the accounts openly." Gan Qing took out his mobile phone to calculate.

The device clicked and clicked, "Lost work expenses, errand fees, message exchange fees, transportation reimbursement fees..."

A blue vein popped out of Yu Lanchuan's forehead.

"...I won't let you go. We can't see each other when we look up, right?" Gan Qing said, "It just delayed my business for an afternoon, not to mention the loss of twenty orders of 'Mercury Retrograde Scattering Talisman', Xiao Yu

Master, how can I explain this to my boss? I can’t get through my life.”

Yu Lanchuan had just met Mr. Yang who showed off his wealth in a fancy way, and then met a man who was crying about poverty in a fancy way, and suffered a double blow to his spirit and wallet. In the end, after some bargaining between the two, Yu Lanchuan pinched his nose and bought her twenty

According to the wholesale price, each Zhang Shui Ni retreat San Talisman is 50 cents cheaper.

Gan Qing then said slowly: "This man's clinic is basically a lie. In fact, he is a drug dealer. He usually sells illegal prescription drugs. He has many ways to find the goods, the supply is reliable, and he is tight-lipped. Later, someone introduced him to him.

Other business.”

"What?"

"G poison."
To be continued...