In the northwest corner of Chang'an City, near the corner of Tailao in the West Inner Garden.
An old medical officer with white beard and hair had just finished his consultation and examination of Jiang Tian, and then frowned and said to Murong Wu, the jailer in black beside him:
"I have confirmed again that there is nothing serious inside or outside. If you still don't believe it, I can't think of anything else but to ask someone else. For example, go to someone from the Military Medical Department. Maybe there are some other ways. .”
"Good work."
Murong Wu, one of the few backbones in the Taiwan Prison, could only bow his hands and say thanks:
"only"
However, the old medical officer paused and said hesitantly:
"I'm an old acquaintance with you all in the prison, so I can't help but say a few words."
"Please give me some advice."
Murong Wu clasped his hands again and said:
"I don't know about other places, but this prison is related to Xantai's face. How can you dare to skimp on it?"
The old medical officer then said with hesitation:
"how do I say this?"
Murong Wu, who had always been aloof and unapproachable, couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.
"Do you think I can't see it? I've been seeing you for many years."
Then his reaction caused the old medical officer to misunderstand:
"That man's bones and muscles are well-proportioned, his breath is steady and long, and his internal organs are in very good condition. Even though his blood and energy are obviously exhausted, isn't that your trick? I don't know what's at stake in this man. I just want to tell you. Sir, be careful of setting yourself on fire."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away without looking back, leaving Murong Wu where he was. However, Murong Wu, who had been thrown around in a confused manner, did not get angry or get angry on the spot. Instead, he looked at the retreating figure thoughtfully, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Then, he saw Fan Shizi, who had been temporarily assigned to his command, retreating with helplessness, and smiled in front of him and said:
"Supervisor, the man asked if there is any food in the prison?"
"Ridiculous! Now that the cooks are all detained, what else is there..."
Murong Wu, who had a cold face, wanted to reprimand him loudly, but his eyes suddenly thought of something, and he changed his words:
"In that case, you go to the maintenance hall (night watch) to get some cakes, snacks and drinks."
"yes"
Fan Shishi was vaguely relieved and said: However, not long after, he looked at Jiang Tian who was feasting in shock, and was so lost that he was speechless for a while.
Because next, Jiang Tian devoured the large plate of cakes he sent in in front of him, and had to ask for it twice more if it was not enough. I ate almost all the daily portions of the night watchmen; I drank almost half a bucket of tea soup, and it was the end with unfulfilled feelings.
Then, listening to the footsteps gradually receding outside and the swaying of the belt chain, Jiang Tian breathed out again and burped again. And the vague feeling of weakness and sleepiness hidden under the unbearable hunger and thirst seemed to have disappeared.
This also gave him some enlightenment. Apparently, this was the price of excessive use of the new ability called "guidance" without adequate preparation, which was the abnormal appetite and digestive ability of extreme hunger and thirst.
Despite this, Jiang Tian was no longer sleepy at all. He would spend the next long night repeatedly testing this new ability, its possible uses and its upper limit.
After all, compared to the previous proficiency that required obtaining corresponding weapons to be revealed; this new ability, which looks similar to telekinesis, may become his ultimate means of self-protection and emergency response.
So after midday, Jiang Tian finally woke up amidst the aroma of food brought to him. When he suddenly saw Fan Shishi playing with the tableware, he couldn't help but be frightened when he saw that familiar face. Jump.
Because Fan Shishi, who originally looked quite powerful with a broad forehead, shaggy beard and hair, just after this night, seemed to have become haggard and changed, revealing a pair of swollen and black bags under his eyes.
"You...you, what's wrong?"
Jiang Tian couldn't help but ask:
"Stop talking, Zhenno can't say enough..."
Fan Shizi waved his hands with a tired face and said:
"Is it possible that something happened in the prison again?"
Jiang Tian took a big spoonful of miso soup and continued to ask:
"Everything is fine in the prison, but the brothers on guard are all in trouble..."
When Fan Shizi said this, he couldn't help but asked nervously:
"By the way, Jiang Sheng, did you hear anything or see anything unusual last night?"
"abnormal?"
Jiang Tian thought for a while, does it count if I didn't sleep all night? , but he pretended to be surprised and said:
"I haven't seen it before. I haven't woken up since I fell asleep."
"That's good for you."
Fan Shishi sighed with envy: Then he couldn't help but feel the desire to talk to someone and find someone to share his feelings with, and asked again:
"Have you really never seen anything... unusual?"
"How could it be possible? Isn't this a prison? It was born to be a place for evil spirits to ward off evil spirits!"
Jiang Tian seemed to feel something in his heart, and said deliberately:
"Having said that, do you know why there are so few prisoners in this prison area? It happened that it was not reorganized until you were here, but something went wrong again."
When Fan Shizi heard this, he seemed to be touched by something and couldn't help complaining:
"They all say it was what happened back then..."
However, when he was about to continue speaking, the footsteps and the sound of unlocking the door came from outside, which made Fan Shizi jump all over. He suddenly woke up and stopped talking under Jiang Tian's deliberately guided words.
But when Fan Shizi packed up the tableware and left, and gradually walked away, Jiang Tian suddenly burst out laughing. Because he seemed to have figured out what was going on.
Then, he looked at a half-burnt candlestick on the table. The next moment, this seemingly heavy-weight ceramic candlestick swayed into suspension under the influence of invisible force;
And in Jiang Tian's field of vision, he moved up, down, left and right gently with the control of his thoughts, and then slowly accelerated and danced; until it swayed into a white line in his field of vision, he suddenly lost control and crashed into the ground. The walls cracked.
And this is the preliminary result that he spent a whole night exploring and excavating; for example, the target for "guidance" to work must be within the unobstructed range of vision;
For another example, the current maximum effect of "guidance" is only a dozen kilograms; while the optimal control range is about three to five kilograms; and then it becomes sluggish and clumsy as the weight increases.
In order to test the distance, he used the stacked desks as footings and stood at the edge of the transom, and used trees, flowers and plants at different distances as reference objects for the distance.
It was found that as the distance extends, the "guiding" ability also naturally decays. After reaching a critical point, there is only an almost imperceptible breeze blowing on the face.
At present, it seems that this ability is really only suitable for pretending to be a ghost. Another example is that within a few dozen steps, it can be used to steal a small object such as a key; even further away from the field of vision, it can only be a slight movement of a girl's skirt or the like.
Therefore, it could not help but cause some trouble to the jailers who were patrolling during this period? Of course, it was impossible for Jiang Tian to stop. He could only conduct tests and exercises more covertly.
After all, right now, is there a more suitable training place that is secluded and quiet, with limited meals, than Tailao?
So, after several days, the strange situation in a corner of Tailao that kept people awake all night slowly disappeared;
While looking at the old and expired documents that Fan Shizi was ordered to send in, Jiang Tian, who was sorting out his understanding and emotional thoughts, also received the summons for the interrogation again.
