Trafford’s Trading Club

  Chapter 2361 Who is the old one

Safety!

  In a short time, Niubingwei No.3 bounced back into Nan Xiaonan's hands again—there was no danger, she naturally walked into this hidden passage without any worries.

  But soon, a heavy iron door was blocked in front of her—the iron door was not completely airtight, but a small window was left.

   is like a cell.

  This is how she felt after seeing it at first sight—but she didn't plan to unlock it when she was not sure what was inside the heavy iron door.

   After a moment of pondering, Nan Xiaonan immediately returned to the ground, and found a pair of gastroscope probes in the dissection room full of various tools and instruments.

  Good guy!

  Nan Xiaonan made star creation without saying anything, and brought it back to the basement again, and then continued to abuse her star creation technique to create star creation on the probe.

  The life-bearing probe was like a small snake. It slowly penetrated into the space inside the thick iron door from the gap of the small window cover. Nan Xiaonan squatted beside and looked at it with full attention.

Inside, I don’t know what’s dangerous... At any rate, the real [Shishi eleven] was lost in [Canglan], but after a few days of [Canglan], she still has not succeeded in exposing the iceberg of [Canglan]. A corner.

   "It seems... there is nothing dangerous?"

  At this time, what the camera sees is not a strange arrangement, an illegal laboratory without medical weirdos, and it is not a cruel torture room... Inside, it is actually a fairly normal room!

  Or rather... the living room!

  In about 30 square meters of space, there are beds, bookshelves, desks, and even bathrooms... Overall, the environment is surprisingly good.

   "Emmm...Is it possible that this is the gun of the real medical officer...?"

  This has to make Miss Nan begin to use her rich experience to make rich imaginations.

  Because the conditions of this hidden room are so good, even for a certain type of house, it can be regarded as heaven.

   "Wait, someone is out."

  Her heart shuddered, and she saw the bathroom door slowly opened, and with the release of water vapor, she saw a figure slowly walking out.

  The angle of the probe failed to see the whole picture of the other party, but it could be seen that this was a male figure.

  Miss Nan couldn’t help but stared curiously, okay... The method doctor is here in the Golden House Tibetan Han!

  Finally, the man who walked out of the bathroom slowly sat down in front of the desk... and the man's face slowly entered the perspective of the probe.

   Little by little, slowly, Nan Xiaonan finally saw the whole picture of the other party clearly.

   "Method Medical Officer?"

Nan Xiaonan suddenly raised her head, rubbed her eyes subconsciously, and then continued to stare... After repeated confirmation, the man in this hidden room turned out to be a medical officer—at least, a medical officer. The exact same man.

  Twins?

  In other words, this one inside is the real medical officer Lao Fang, while the one outside is a fake?

  If the one outside is a fake, then does she fake it...and pretend to be lonely?

The [methodist] in the room did not know that there was a probe spying on this place. At this time, he was sitting at the desk and seemed to be writing something intently. As he wrote, he would walk to the bookshelf from time to time. , Looking for information.

  After observing outside the door for a while, Nan Xiaonan did not choose to contact the guy in the room, but chose to leave slowly and quietly.

  She was professional in this aspect, and she made no sound at all, let alone disturbed the people inside—until the floor of her anatomy room was recovered.

   "It seems that the [Lao Fang] outside does not allow people to decorate casually, for fear that the hiding room will be discovered by the contents..." She leaned against the operating table and couldn't help but ponder—but she didn't have a clue.

  No one disturbed her this night, no horse SIR2.0 appeared in a hurry for an autopsy report, and there was no arrival of the eldest lady from Huoyun City who didn’t know who it was.

  After experiencing the addiction of autopsy, Nan Xiaonan quietly left the gloomy forensic department, and then went straight to the parking lot.

  What she found was [Lao Fang's] car, and drove away calmly under everyone's eyes—until she was far away from the Huoyun General Administration, she stopped under a nearby overpass and opened the trunk.

  In the trunk of the car, [methodist]’s mouth was stuffed, his hands and feet were tied, and he was stripped off, leaving only the close-fitting clothing...not yet awake.

  Ms. Nan couldn't help but rub her chin and looked at it a few times, then she stretched out her hands and started to rub her face on the [methodist]'s face.

   "Well...this face is real, but..." Nan Xiaonan couldn't help narrowing her eyes, "There are signs of correction."

  This person was deliberately transformed into the appearance of a [methodist]...Is it possible that the person imprisoned in the anatomy room is the real medical doctor?

  ...

Lao Fang rubbed his neck and slowly woke up... He yawned, and then looked around blankly-at this moment, he was sitting in the driver's seat, and the car unexpectedly drove to a flyover. under.

what's going on?

  Lao Fang just remembered that he left the head office, and after getting into the car, he turned on the autopilot mode. Suddenly, he fell asleep without knowing it.

  However, the destination set in the autopilot mode should be the apartment where he lives.

  A weird feeling made Lao Fang feel uneasy—he was robbed once not long ago, and he was stripped of the trunk of the car. He regarded it as a shame for his whole life.

  —Am I being targeted?

  Lao Fang shook his head suddenly, his fingers trembling, and he was checking the speed record of the speeding car.

   However, when he found that there was no problem with the driving record, and even the destination set at the beginning was the place where he was currently, he couldn't understand it a little.

  The old Fang pondered something, and then resolutely drove back to the Huoyun General Administration...At this time, the guards had changed a group.

   "Methodist, why suddenly..."

   "Something happened."

The Lao Fang didn’t say much to others. After entering the game, he went straight to his office area...open the door, lock the door, open the door, lock the door, open the door, lock the door—Finally, after locking the door of the autopsy room, He removed the operating table, opened the floor, unlocked the lock leading to the basement, and finally appeared in front of the heavy iron door.

  He didn't open the iron door either. He just watched everything in the room through the transom.

At this time, the [methodist] in the room was still sitting at the desk at this time, writing something intently-but occasionally after the light, the [methodist] in the room saw a pair emerge The gaze at the transom window.

  He stopped writing, turned his head slowly, and met the pair of eyes peeping at him.

  The [methodist] in the room frowned, and suddenly said, "I said, not so fast... You have something wrong today. Your eyes tell me that you seem to be afraid of something."

   "Has no one been here?" The old Fang outside the door asked in a cold voice.

  The [methodist] in the room said calmly: "Someone has been here."

   "Who! Who has been here!" The old Fang outside the door suddenly became sharp, and then he said in a deep voice: "No, you are lying to me!"

The [methodist] in the room still said calmly: "You think I'm lying to you, I'm lying to you. If you think I don't, then I don't...have anyone been here, who knows? Maybe it's true. Someone from here came, and even I didn’t find it. But maybe someone has already found me."

"Huh!" The old party outside the door coldly snorted: "No one has been here! This lock is specially made, and it changes the way every time it is opened... Only I know the order! The order has not changed! Don't fight with me psychologically...here It’s the only place you can live!"

   "In that case, what are you afraid of." The [methodist] in the room said calmly: "What are you afraid of, shameful counterfeit."

   "No! I'm the real, you are fake!" The Lao Fang outside the door gritted his teeth, closed the transom, and then hurriedly left the underground storage room.

  When Lao Fang returned to the autopsy room, he was already upset and immediately wanted to leave the place—but the moment he opened the door, Lao Fang stopped abruptly.

  Someone has touched something here...the tools used for dissection have been moved by someone!

  Lao Fang was startled in his heart, with a trace of doubt and tension, slowly approaching... approached the place where the corpse was placed—here the owner has placed two corpses!

  Specifically, it should be a corpse and a skeleton!

  [Gu Yao]’s corpse, as well as the bones brought out from somewhere in the outer area of ​​[Infinite City], are all packed in special bags.

  Lao Fang slowly opened the zipper of the bag containing the [Gu Yao] corpse... When he saw the newly stitched knife marks on the corpse, Lao Fang immediately took cold hands and feet, and took two steps back in horror!

  The corpse has been dissected, but the stitching method is not his...

  At this moment, the lights of the dissection room suddenly flickered non-stop...The moment the lights flickered, the germicidal lamp in the direct dissection room turned on, and the whole room turned into an icy fluorescent blue.

  Lao Fang swallowed subconsciously. On the operating table in the side, [Gu Yao]'s body actually sat up slowly.

  Under the blue-violet light, the whole body showed a paler color...[She] moved her legs and walked off the operating table little by little.

   Lao Fang retreated subconsciously, already unable to retreat... pasted on the door.

  I saw [Gu Yao] holding her head in one hand at this time, walking slowly...In her head, her eyes had been plucked away, like two black holes, just aiming at Lao Fang.

  Lao Fang took a breath, his teeth shaking.

   Suddenly, [Gu Yao] raised her arm—[she] actually slowly opened her palm, and then slowly moved her palm to the eye socket where the binocular had been plucked out, blocking the eye socket.

   Lao Fang looked at the palm of his hand subconsciously, as if he was obsessed with it.

   Suddenly, the palm reversed, and the position of the palm was aimed at Lao Fang...A turbid eyeball embedded in the palm of the palm instantly appeared in front of Lao Fang.

boom-!

  Lao Fang fell to the ground, fainted.

  After a while, a cloud of gray mist suddenly emerged from [Gu Yao]...gathered.

Miss Nan blinked, squatted down in front of Lao Fang, and slapped a little bit hard, and then muttered: "Is such a courage... We practice medicine. We haven't seen any big scenes before, really. What a shame!"

   shook his head, reinstalled [Gu Yao]'s body, and after a little apology, Nan Xiaonan took the unconscious cell to the side, and then slapped Lao Fang after dozens of slaps.

Lao Fang, who only woke up, saw two big eyes staring at him in a cloud of mist. Before he could react, he only felt a blur of consciousness... his eyes gradually lost his senses.

   "What's your name." Nan Xiaonan asked directly at this time.

  "Fang Congyun." The old side responded blankly.

   Nan Xiaonan frowned and said: "I said your real name, what is your name?"

  "Fang Congyun." Lao Fang responded again.

  Fang Congyun is the name of [Method Medical Officer]... Nan Xiaonan muttered: "If you are Fang Congyun, then who is the one who is locked down below?"

  I saw a slight struggling color on Lao Fang’s face. Nan Xiaonan increased the output power when he saw this, so that Lao Fang was once again under control, "He is...Fang Congyun."

   "You, who is the real Fang Congyun?" Nan Xiaonan asked subconsciously.

  Lao Fang once again showed the color of struggling, and this time, the more Nan Xiaonan increased the control output power, the more painful the color of Lao Fang’s face became.

"Say!"

   Her eyes glowed with a peculiar light. At this time, Lao Fang's brain was as if it had been subjected to a terrible ultrasound, and Qikong was gradually overflowing with blood.

   "Both... are..."

  Nan Xiaonan stopped abruptly, and at this moment, Lao Fang fell to the ground again-she could not continue, otherwise the brain of Lao Fang was not going to blow up.

  The strength of this guy's subconscious resistance was even a little beyond Nan Xiaonan's expectations...It seems that it is not just Lao Fang's own subconscious that is resisting, but there is also another extremely secret and powerful force that is separating something.

  —Both...is...

  This is already the biggest achievement-with her current ability.

   "Could it be that..." Nan Xiaonan thoughtfully looked in the direction of the basement-this old man is no longer good, but there is obviously another old man in the basement!

  She felt as if she had discovered something extraordinary!

  ...

  Mind control has never been the strength of this sub-world witch...Although the mental power is strong to a certain level, there is no need to learn, more or less can automatically understand.

  But this is really not her strong point. It's okay to affect ordinary people... If the human subconscious resists a little bit, she can only come savagely, and if it doesn't work, she will blow up the human brain.

  Miss Nan really has no talent in this area.

  Probably all of her potential is in the Star Creation Art... there are gains and losses.

  The heavy iron door of the basement room slowly opened—the [methodist] sitting at the desk...Fang Congyun looked at the opened iron door in surprise at this time.

  In his impression, the number of times this door has been opened is countable.

  The door opened, and Fang Congyun looked at the guy who was exactly like him. When he walked in slowly, his eyes couldn't keep calm.

   "You are really wrong today." Fang Congyun took a deep breath.

  The [methodist] at the iron gate slowly said, "Do you remember, when we first met, when was it."

  It was like an ordinary chatter...Fang Congyun was startled, the other party’s opening remarks made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

  Usually, these lines are only used to kill people?

  Finally...can't help but do it.

  (End of this chapter)