Then, Jiang Tian suddenly discovered that he had complete inner senses of smell, touch, hearing, and touch, but could not cause any interference or influence on real things. There were neither shadows in the sun nor reflections from the water. Even The so-called intense sports such as running and climbing seem to exist out of thin air.
What the hell kind of situation is this? Has he really become a lonely ghost? Jiang Tian couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart, and thought wildly that I am the successor of socialism with materialism and dialectical views. How could I be limited and controlled by these unscientific things?
He wanted to turn around and leave without paying attention, but then he suddenly turned back after walking a certain distance; because a line of green text suddenly appeared in his field of vision: a space-time anchor point was found and was being linked. . . . , and then disconnected? Then, he turned back without hesitation and asked coldly:
"What the hell are you?"
The moment he came into contact with the other party, a lot of sensory fragments suddenly flashed past like a frenzy. Then, the other party's pale, blue and purple complexion slowly returned to a pale white as snow; and Jiang Tian Then I feel that the form and color of my existence seem to have become lighter.
Jiang Tian suddenly and naturally understood that this was the anchor of his existence in this world. Before he could speak again, everything suddenly became blurry again as the world began to spin; then, a familiar but long-lost noise came to mind again. There is also a strange smell filling the nasal cavity.
"how so?"
"Who is the cook in the inner stove today! How could such trouble happen?"
"Report, we have checked them one by one. I am afraid there is something wrong with the white fish soup. The dog will foam at the mouth after taking a few mouthfuls."
"It's Chen Buju, this dog slave, why don't you hurry up and catch him!"
"What? He escaped. Then go to his house and search for him. If you can catch some of his heels, just catch them!"
"Tailao is here to support you, not just to look after you. Hurry up and get me the documents and rush over."
After a while, it turned into an angry and yelling curse.
"Dead! The whole family burned charcoal to death! How can this be unreasonable..."
"Is this matter being taken over by the Jingzhao Mansion? That is of no use to us..."
After an unknown amount of time passed, Jiang Tian felt like he was being lifted up. After changing the venue, the surroundings turned into tit-for-tat arguments again:
"This is not okay. He will never allow anything to happen here. Don't you understand?"
"Although he wrote poems and essays that were popular for a while, and claimed to be a member of Du Gen or Zhang Jian, in the eyes of the people in power, he was just an arrogant and laughing stock."
"But if he died suddenly and unexplained in this prison, it would have really solidified and established his reputation as Zhang Jian and Du Gen in contemporary times."
"You tell me what you saw, what should I do..."
"Of course we will do whatever it takes to get him back,"
"I actually have an emergency remedy, but I wonder if you would dare to use it?"
At this time, a reminder appeared in Jiang Tian's consciousness again:
"Does it consume 0.03 units of energy to neutralize toxins in the body?"
The next moment, Jiang Tian smelled an extremely fragrant smell, and immediately couldn't help but choose "yes", and hurriedly opened his eyes; he saw a wooden barrel filled with night fragrance, impressively close at hand. He was so startled that he jumped up and was almost force-fed.
"Okay, okay, finally woke up."
"I'll just say my folk remedies work!"
But it was Fan Shizi, who had a shaggy beard and hair, and was boasting to the left and right: Although Jiang Tian looked at the toilet bucket next to him, he wanted to punch him in the face so that he would know what "Why are the flowers so red?" . However, feeling so weak from the sequelae, he could only weakly ask in a low voice:
"How is this going."
However, Fan Shizi and others were speechless for a moment after hearing this sentence, and looked at each other for a moment, then forced out a very shabby smile and said:
"This... please give Jiang Sheng a good rest. There is no rush at this moment."
Then, after passing through a dead-faced medical officer found in the prison, he carefully inspected his mouth, nose, eyelids, etc., and confirmed that he was really fine, before Jiang Tian was carried back to the prison cell; and then he was weighed down by heavy fatigue. , fell asleep again. It wasn't until midnight that he was woken up again; when he opened his eyes, he saw Fan Shishi's somewhat scary face under the dim light close at hand.
"Fuck, what the hell are you doing!"
Jiang Tian couldn't help but reflexively yelled angrily: But he opened his hand like a hiss to block the next sound, and then said in a low voice and hastily:
"Don't worry, Jiang Sheng. Don't you want to know the inside story of this matter?"
"how do I say this?"
Jiang Tian calmed down immediately and suppressed the urge to shout.
Later, under the intermittent narration of Fan Shizi's preface and subsequent sentences, Jiang Tian finally understood what he was thinking.
"I was accidentally hit by someone in the passenger car?"
In other words, someone actually used the cook who had been in charge of the Tailao Prison for more than ten years to put medicine into the food of the "Lu Gong". It was still the kind of bloodless reaction without any violent reaction, which would only make people gradually lose their heart and lungs. A special mixture of poison that causes paralysis and death.
As a result, due to an accident in the middle, more than half of it was given to him. As a result, the medicine was not strong enough and he was released. However, it failed to kill Jiang Tian. Instead, he fell into some kind of blurry hallucination similar to "Leave the Soul". Got it.
But for Tailao, which has been peaceful for many years, this is like an earth-shattering political accident; because the mad dogs of Yushitai represented by Tailao, who have very little dignity and deterrence, were actually slapped. Snap.
In particular, this is the only murder incident that has occurred in Tailao in so many years since the Yintai Gate Incident that resulted in the deaths of countless officials and nobles more than 40 years ago. It is no longer something that a mere prison officer or the Yushitai Palace itself can cover up and suppress.
In particular, the identity of "Gong Lu" was very sensitive. Although he ate a few mouthfuls due to poor appetite, he suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for almost half of his life; he is still lingering in a special imperial medical clinic.
Of course, after Fan Shizi, who secretly came to deliver the message, left again, Jiang Tian could not help but fall into some kind of contemplation. Because there is no way that Fan Shizi can understand and reveal so many things just by relying on his own ability; so what does the person who passed the message to him behind his back want?
By the next day, Jiang Tian had recovered and was able to do some simple limb expansion exercises. Not long after he finished his breakfast porridge, which was obviously filled with extra ingredients, he saw a completely unfamiliar jailer in black clothes with red borders walking over. The other party reminded Jiang Tian through the fence with an expressionless tone and a slow tone:
"Bingsixteen, someone wants to see you..."
Then there were thousands of jailers on duty, who hurriedly gathered around and cooperated with him diligently to fetch a bucket of water. In the side room of the main toilet, Jiang Tian simply washed his body and cleaned his head and face; then he put on a half-worn suit. A new clean coarse shirt, after tying up the bun and putting on the hair scarf;
This led him to walk towards the back hall outside the prison, which was specially used for interviews and arraignments.
