City Exchange Life Club

"What's the big deal, no matter how big it is, is this case big now? Young people are really not stable at all!" Zhou Guoqiang looked at the little policeman and scolded.

The little policeman glanced at Zhao Yan, then swallowed, and handed the stack of documents in his hand to Zhou Guoqiang: "Zhou Bureau, you should take a look for yourself."

"Something is mysterious." Zhou Guoqiang glanced at him and took the document.

Looking at it, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes were blank. He stood there: "Did you bring me the draft of your novel?"

"Zhou Bureau." The little policeman also gave a wry smile. Of course, he knew that this was just an excuse for Zhou Guoqiang who couldn't believe it under the shock.

Zhou Guoqiang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it at all. He kept shaking while holding the document, and looked at Zhao Yan.

This records a series of Dr. Chen's research data on Zhao Yan. There are pictures and the truth. In addition, Zhao Yan admits that he can travel through. Even if he is a materialist, he begins to drum in his heart.

Shouldn't this ride be real?

Zhao Yan smiled calmly: "Juju Zhou, do you believe me now? Otherwise, do you think that Dr. Chen, a doctor with a promising future, would commit crimes? It's because the interests are big enough."

"Mr. Zhao, this matter is very important, and it sounds like a fantasy, so I need to go to further verification, you should rest here first." Although Zhou Guoqiang has believed seven points, he still does not dare to report it rashly. It's not good to make a joke.

Just like he suspects that Zhao Yan is mentally ill, if he reports the fact that Zhao Yan can pass through, they will also suspect that he is ill.

So he needs a series of hard evidence.

Such as the confessions of Dr. Chen and others.

Zhao Yan nodded: "I understand."

"Xiao Qin, take good care of Mr. Zhao, he will meet all his requirements, and do not allow any unrelated personnel to approach him." Zhou Guoqiang said to the little policeman.

Xiao Qin stood at attention instantly: "Yes!"

Zhou Guoqiang left, while Xiao Qin stood guard outside.

In the reception room, Zhao Yan began to sleep.

He didn't inherit the memory of this "self", so he didn't know what would happen to the body on the other side of the weird world when he traveled to the modern world.

So he had to go over and stare at his body.

He fell asleep quickly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in the dark and dirty room.

He found something wrong.

That is, there are not many people in the house.

It is said that Xuan Yangzi takes three people out every morning, noon and night to practice blood-sucking exercises. He has endured for two or three days in the modern world without sleeping because he is afraid of crossing over.

It stands to reason that two or three days have passed, and there should be at least a dozen less people in this room to be normal.

But now it seems that there are not only a few people.

Even the positions of the people did not change.

So he has a suspicion that when he travels back to modern society, time will stop here.

If this is the case, then this strange world is completely running with him as the core.

Or in other words, time doesn't stop.

The time here has been the normal flow rate.

It's just that every time he travels back, he travels to the node he just left.

Whatever the reason, he can at least not have to worry that his body here will be in danger when he returns to modern society.

However, Zhao Yan still wanted to make sure. He looked at the boy who had been beaten by himself: "That boy, answer me, how long have I been in here?"

"You... didn't you just come in?" The young man replied cautiously, for fear that Zhao Yan would beat him again.

Zhao Yan suddenly counted.

But why is this so?

Is this just an illusion created by the secret realm of reincarnation? But this is too realistic.

How can he get out of this place?

Zhao Yan had no answer for this.

He can only start to cultivate, and cultivate a little bit of cultivation before being picked up by Xuan Yangzi as a blood bag, so that he has a chance to escape through the mana barrier outside.

Seeing Zhao Yan practising cross-legged, no one around was surprised, they thought he was just meditating.

However, for Zhao Yan's ability to calm down and meditate under such precarious circumstances, everyone speculated that his previous identity might also be a Taoist priest.

Sobbing sounded from time to time around, but after crying tired, he fell asleep, and it was quiet in the middle of the night.

The night passed like that.

Zhao Yan did not cultivate a trace of mana.

After all, this is not his original body that has been transformed. It is just a mortal body, and the talent is not against the sky. It is impossible to enter the Dao overnight.

"Bang!"

The door to the house was kicked open.

When the sunlight outside came in, everyone felt a little dazzling, and subconsciously raised their hands to cover it.

And those who were locked here first realized what was going to happen, and they kept shrinking their bodies back in horror, trying to escape.

"Hey, hiding? Is it useful?" The young Taoist priest with a shoehorn face sneered, as if it was a bad taste, and pointed at the two people behind who were the best at hiding and said, "You two, get out for the Taoist master. "

"No! No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Please let me go! Please..."

The two were shocked and panicked. They got up and knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing to him and begging for mercy.

"Isn't livestock used to kill meat and get blood?"

Shoehorn sneered, and a little mana with a flick of his fingers converged into a rope to bind the two and drag them out.

"One more."

His eyes began to scan the room, and the feeling of being able to dominate other people's life and death made him addicted.

In the end, his eyes fell on Zhao Yan, he let out a dark smile, and said jokingly:

"I don't even want to hide, it's very good. I like a person with a backbone like you, so I'll choose you."

Zhao Yan has a feeling of being a dog.

Hide to be chosen by you.

If you don't hide, you will be chosen.

what do I do? I'm having a hard time doing it too!

He sighed helplessly, and he could only choose to return after he had just crossed over to practice for a night.

And if he couldn't think of a way to escape from the tiger's mouth, he wouldn't dare to sleep in modern society.

Because once you come, it's a mortal situation.

When Zhao Yan woke up from the reception room of the police station, it was already dark outside, and a large group of people surrounded the door, including Chief Zhou Guoqiang.

Zhao Yan knew that his body must be moving around here after he fell asleep, and no one dared to wake him up.

After all, in Dr. Chen's research records, his crossing symptoms have been clearly stated.

"Ju Zhou, are you sure?" Zhao Yan asked.

Zhou Guoqiang nodded: "I can't believe it."

This matter has been reported by him, and it has been strictly blocked internally, and only a few people know about it.

"Please take me to see Dr. Chen."

Zhao Yan made a request.

He wants to let Dr. Chen know what despair is.