star hunter

When Su Xian walked into the clinic, Zhang Jibai was prescribing medicine for someone.

The man hunched over and was nodding and bowing his thanks to Zhang Jibai. Su Xian glanced at him and found that the patient had gray temples and many wrinkles. He was quite old.

This person probably came to receive inhibitors.He instantly judged the other party's intention.

The middle-aged man noticed the uninvited guest's gaze, and subconsciously glanced back. The uniform on the other party made him suddenly change color, and he took a step back unconsciously: "Sir, sir..."

It's not uncommon for civilians in this city to feel awe of people in uniform, but this one's reaction was a bit too much.

Su Xian didn't have much interest in him at first, but after seeing his timid and guilty appearance, he became a little interested and looked him up and down.

As far as this person is concerned, there is really nothing special about him. He has an ordinary appearance, dressed in black, with his head lowered and his hands shrunk, looking embarrassed.

If I had to say it, it was probably because it was wrapped too tightly. Of course, it might also be because of the cold weather.

Su Xian smiled, nodded slightly at the man, and then looked away.

The other party was obviously relieved.

"These medicines, three times a day, two tablets at a time, don't increase or decrease the dosage at will." Zhang Jibai pointed to the two boxes of medicines on the corner of the table, and said in a calm voice, "I must remind you that the side effects of this medicine are very strong. Better be mentally prepared."

The middle-aged man quickly picked up the two boxes of medicine, and bowed deeply again: "I see, thank you, Doctor Zhang!"

After finishing speaking, he put the box in his arms and hurried out. When he passed by Su Xian, he bowed politely again. Before he could respond, he took three steps at a time and walked in a hurry. left.

"I'm afraid this man has red spots on his body?" Su Xian swaggered and sat down opposite him, leaning on the back of the chair with his lazy bones like loose sand, picked up the newspaper on the table, and flipped through it casually. Two pages, "How effective is your medicine?"

"He should have come earlier." Zhang Jibai looked thoughtfully at the empty doorway, and then his eyes fell on the face of the person opposite with a half-smile, "Why, are you going to arrest him?"

Su Xian answered irrelevantly: "I will make people pay more attention to him... By the way, if you have his identity information, please tell me quickly, and save my people some effort."

"No." Dr. Zhang refused bluntly, "I never inquire about superfluous things about people who come to see a doctor with me."

Magistrate Su choked on him, and warned angrily: "Let me tell you, you will easily get into trouble like this, so don't beg me when the time comes."

Seeing that Zhang Jibai didn't even move his eyelids, he knew that the threat didn't have much effect on him. Su Xian knew his temper, so he just laughed it off.

"By the way," his complexion changed, and he finally remembered the purpose of his visit, "That girl..."

"Keep down." Zhang Jibai made a hissing gesture, "Someone is sleeping."

Su Xian was startled, then turned his head, glanced inside, and vaguely saw a young woman with her eyes closed, lying heavily on the hospital bed, with needles stuck in her wrists, undergoing an infusion.

His face turned cold: "What's wrong with her?"

"Excessive bleeding."

Su Xian had his own calculations in his heart: "What did Jiang Qiyan do?"

It was rare for Zhang Jibai to visit him in person at the security station last night, precisely because Xiaotao was lost.

Su Xian felt dizzy when he heard that. After all, Zhong Yun had asked him to take care of Xiao Tao when he left that guy. After all, "Shadow" had launched a hunt for her.

As a result, he had just left for a day, and the girl disappeared, and he really couldn't explain to Zhong Yuncong when he turned around.

At first they were all anxious, worried that she would be taken away by "Shadow", but after he sent someone to investigate, they didn't find any trace of "Shadow". Picket vehicles have been seen near the clinic.

Su Xian suspected Jiang Qiyan in an instant, especially after confirming that the destination of his car was the hospital, he became even more certain.

The guy didn't know what method he used to lure Xiao Tao out, probably because he wanted Xiao Tao to save his sister.

Jiang Chuchu is terminally ill and will die soon. Jiang Qiyan has always cared for this younger sister, presumably because he wants to find life in Xiaotao.

Zhang Jibai rushed over early this morning, everything was as he expected, Xiaotao's health was extremely poor, Jiang Qiyan had already taken action.

However, Zhang Jibai did not expect that guy to let Xiaotao go so readily and let him take her away.

But the joints are easy to figure out. It seems that Xiaotao's supernatural powers can't cure Jiang Chuchu's illness.

Otherwise, Jiang Qiyan would never let it go.

"He originally wanted to use Xiaotao to cure his sister's illness," Zhang Jibai told Su Xian, "but obviously, he failed to achieve his goal."

Su Xian glanced at the sleeping girl again, and lowered his voice: "It seems that her blood is not as omnipotent as imagined."

Immediately, sighed: "This is a good thing for her."

The infusion bottle was empty, and Dr. Zhang quickly replaced it with a new one. When the two turned around to go out in a tacit understanding, they heard a girl's voice.

"My head is so dizzy..."

The two turned around together, Su Xian's face was full of relief: "I finally woke up, are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Zhang Jibai's face was flat: "There is no need to eat, what is given to her is the nutrient solution."

He no longer entangled in the topic of eating or not, but pulled a chair and sat on the side of the hospital bed, tilted his head and looked at the patient: "Aside from drawing blood, did Jiang Qiyan do anything else to you?" of?"

Xiao Tao's eyes were still a little confused at first, but after hearing his words, they gradually became clear, and she looked at him with some unease: "You...you know?"

Zhang Jibai snorted coldly: "Do you think you can hide it from my eyes?"

Xiaotao smiled wryly, then shook her head: "Not anymore."

As for what Jiang Qiyan said in her ear, she could not and did not dare to tell them.

"Does he want you to treat his sister?" Although he had already heard the answer from Zhang Jibai, but out of habit, Su Xian still confirmed it with the person concerned.

Xiao Tao nodded: "Yes. But..." There was some hesitation between her brows: "I can't save Chuchu..."

Before Su Xian could reply, Zhang Jibai said first, "Why?"

He was still very curious about the reason.

So she explained the limitations of her abilities again, Zhang Jibai frowned slightly without saying a word, Su Xian suddenly realized: "It turns out that's the case...but even so, the trauma can be healed without a trace in a blink of an eye , is also amazing enough." It is also enough to be coveted.

The girl smiled shyly: "Not so fast in a blink of an eye..."

Su Xian shook his head and laughed: "That time in the cave, I saw with my own eyes that Jiang Qiyan's injury improved." After speaking, his face turned cold: "Speaking of which, this guy is really a white-eyed wolf. You should stay away from him in the future."

Xiaotao reluctantly curled the corners of her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"His sister is pitiful, but he is really..." Su Xian shook his head, "He is smart, but it's a pity that he is too careless in dealing with people. To put it bluntly, he is unscrupulous. That's why I hate him. "

Zhang Jibai echoed, "I agree."

Xiao Tao pursed her lips, but said nothing.

But the worries and fears in her heart were beyond their imagination.

He's not going to let me go... I can't cure Chuchu at all, what on earth does he want to do with me?

Sister and brother... are they okay?

Thinking of this, she almost shed tears, the two people on the eyelids looked sideways, she didn't want to show any strangeness, so she forcibly held back.

"Peach."

Su Xian suddenly spoke again, Xiao Tao was taken aback, and met his eyes with a bit of trepidation.

"You still," he sighed a long time, "are you not going to tell us?"

Does she know what he's asking?

But I didn't say it before, and now I can't say it in this situation.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head tearfully.

Although disappointment was the expected answer, Su Xian didn't press the question, but just smiled helplessly, and gently advised: "Sometimes, people should learn to be thick-skinned, and don't be polite when it's time to trouble others."

"Yes," Zhang Jibai on the side added, "Just like Zhong Yuncong."

Su Xian was choked and almost missed: "...he is not a good example, don't follow suit."

Xiaotao laughed through tears, but the worry in her eyes never diminished at all.

>>>

"I have a request." Zhong Yuncong, who had just arrived, saw rows of neatly lined up through the window. They had overcut their heads and were waiting in line for the medical examination.Seeing all kinds of jagged haircuts, Zhong Yuncong took a breath, turned his head, and smiled flatteringly at the big man standing behind him with his hands behind his back: "Can I not cut my hair? "

After making this request, he was slipped by the powerful beast with one hand, thrown into a small room, and then kicked his ass: "Shave this kid's hair off!"

"Isn't this in compliance with the regulations?"

The barber is a thin middle-aged man, his hands are wrinkled like walnut skin, for some reason, the hand holding the scissors trembles slightly, maybe it's Parkinson's early onset.

Zhong Yuncong stared at the cold light on the scissors in horror, not sure whether to cover his butt or his hair for a moment.

"Regulations?" His body is as thick as an iron tower, but this is not the real capital of his arrogance - the big man is the person in charge of this training camp, and it is said that he is also one of the top executives of the Administration Bureau.And the person in charge spat on the ground rudely, "I am the rule here!"

Zhong Yuncong was sprayed with saliva all over his face, but kept silent, not daring to breathe.

"You little chick who walks through the back door, you better obey me," said the guy with a temper as big as his size, "Otherwise, I'll let you be swept out with that pile of garbage! No matter who's face It doesn't work!"

Zhong Yuncong felt helpless after hearing his words. In fact, apart from skipping the blood draw, Su Xian didn't help him get any special treatment.

The big man left this loud threat and walked out, the suffocating sense of oppression finally dissipated a little, Zhong Yuncong heaved a sigh of relief, and heard a hoarse voice again: "Get up, hurry up and cut your hair .”

Although the barber seemed much more amiable, Zhong Yuncong didn't dare to neglect him. He quickly got up and looked around. It was a very narrow room with poor lighting and few furnishings. There is only a simple table and a stool, and some clippers, scissors, hair dryers and the like are placed on the table.

Zhong Yuncong looked around again, and confirmed that there was not even a mirror here.

"Sit on it." The middle-aged barber patted him on the shoulder. Zhong Yuncong hesitated to move away. The barber wondered, "That's not an electric chair. What are you afraid of?"

"Just... no mirror?" Zhong Yuncong couldn't hold back in the end, and carefully pointed out this hidden worry, "Will it be inconvenient?"

"What's the inconvenience?" The barber pushed him onto the chair, holding the scissors in his left hand and the clipper in his right, his eyes flashed, "Let's start!"

"Damn!" Zhong Yuncong only had time to curse, the sound of scissors clicking and the buzzing of the faders sounded in unison, making a mess, and the hair he had spent a lot of money and energy on was just like that. It was simply and roughly cleaned up.

If the principle is gone, at least a bottom line must be left.

If it wasn't for the scissors dancing wildly on his head, he would have hugged the barber's thigh: "Don't shave my hair off, at least leave a few hairs to keep out the wind!"

The barber's operation seemed to be lightning-fast, and before he could react to the neatness, he put away the two magic tools, picked up the hair dryer and dried the hair around his neck, and then clapped his hands: "You're done, that's all." Go and see your dormitory, lad."

Zhong Yuncong's whole body was in a semi-petrified state. He copied the Parkinson's hand tremor of a middle-aged barber, and tremblingly touched the top of his head, for fear of encountering a bald head like a tornado that would not grow any grass.

When his fingers touched a layer of thin and rough hair stubble, the boulder he was hanging on finally dropped halfway—at least not reduced to a big shining light bulb among the crowd.

He stood up weakly, and slammed into the door frame without thinking. Before his forehead was in close contact with the hard wood, the barber gave him a hand: "What's the matter with you kid? Just cut your head and you'll be fine." Are your legs weak from fright?"

Zhong Yun never was embarrassed to say that your savage hair-cutting skills have left a psychological shadow on me, he rubbed his face to try to wake himself up: "No, I didn't have breakfast this morning, I'm a little low Blood pressure, dizziness."

"Tsk tsk," the skinny middle-aged man shook his head again and again, "You look... really disgusting, the intensity of training here is no joke. Or, "

He didn't show contempt because of this, but looked him up and down a few times: "What talent do you have?"

Zhong Yuncong lowered his eyes halfway, and smiled humbly: "Let's be so-so, fighting is not very good."

This training camp only opens once a year and is open to all people between the ages of 18 and 35. Other than that, there are no special requirements. Both men and women, ordinary people and supernatural beings are all eligible to sign up.

Therefore, there is never a shortage of "ordinary people" among the trainees of this training base on the lake center island in the southeast corner of the "isolated island", but for the real public, only ordinary people can pass the training camp screening exam elite.

As for those with supernatural powers, they usually do not need to be screened. Compared with ordinary people, this is indeed an inherent advantage, because the two major departments of the "isolated island", the General Administration and the Public Security Administration, are always in the stage of seeking talents. .

No matter when and where, people with supernatural powers are always in demand, and the two families are fighting openly and secretly, and never stop robbing people. In this way, people with supernatural abilities who come to sign up naturally become popular.

As for ordinary people without special skills, although the two major departments also recruit, they are the products of the second best after all. Moreover, due to the requirements of the difficulty of the work, especially the management bureau, it is impossible to accept a group of weak people. Jiaohua comes in.

In this way, this group of ordinary people who have no supernatural powers and want to enter the two major departments will have to work harder to beat other competitors. You must know that the two major departments have limited places for ordinary people— — Strictly speaking, it is the Comprehensive Management Bureau, because the Management Bureau hardly recruits ordinary people. This is not discrimination, but because of the nature of the work.Even in the Integrated Management Bureau, the positions that can be provided are limited, there are too many monks, and any position is worth fighting for.After all, the positions in the two major departments are considered the most stable jobs in the "isolated island". If they lose the election, there are basically only two choices left, either to earn a living in the mines, or to wander around the streets with nothing to do, and become the key monitoring object of the picket team.

Therefore, the competition among ordinary students in the training camp has always been the fiercest group. In comparison, the superhumans are much more relaxed.

Regarding the training courses, most of them are open to the two groups of students equally, but the passing standards are not the same-mainly for people with supernatural powers. As we all know, not all people with supernatural powers are good at attacking power. Some abilities are not even offensive, and the physical strength of these abilities may not be as good as ordinary people.

As for these specific objects, the training camp will naturally not stick to the rules, but flexibly adapt the rules and lower the standards in a timely manner.

For example, the "Poodle" of the Management Bureau, she basically graduated from the training camp all the way back then, because some big bosses in the Management Bureau fell in love with her abilities, and she was a target that had been set on the list long ago, and she even graduated At that time, he also won a medal for an outstanding student. After he came out of the training camp, he went directly to the security station.

Ordinary students don't have such preferential treatment. They can only participate in the training courses honestly. Once they fail the final assessment, they can only be eliminated.

Logically speaking, if Zhong Yuncong thought about it, he should be treated the same as a "poodle", but he didn't intend to do so. No matter what the reasons were, he didn't come here for paddling.

Although there seems to be no logical relationship between the two, for him, shaving his head is equivalent to a ceremony like breaking the boat - if he doesn't improve himself, is he worthy of the lost hair?

"Considering your special situation, in order to avoid some troubles, I have found a way to remove the blood test for you." Su Xian warned him before leaving, "Besides, you and everyone else It’s the same. I hope you can seize this opportunity. Although the training in the training camp is cruel, it is indeed a place to train people.”

He sniffed, the key word "cruel" made people feel particularly disturbed: "...It really is scary."

"Compared to the training itself," Su Xian raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether to tell the truth or to scare you, "the relationship with the same students may cause you more headaches... After all, you will sign up, 80.00% are A bunch of thorns."

Zhong Yuncong grinned like a toothache: "Little bastard?"

"Little bastard with abilities." Su Xian corrected with a smile, "One more thing, because of the gap between students with abilities and ordinary students, it is inevitable that I look down on you and you are hostile to me. , there are always some good people who have too much energy, like to pick things up, and start fighting when there is a disagreement, you have to be careful."

"... Were you like this back then?"

"I was back then," his smile deepened a little, "but no one dared to mess with me."

"...Got it, you are the best."

Su Xian glanced at his sullen face from the corner of his eye, and added: "I tell you in advance, if you are bullied, if you have the ability, you will fight back, and if you have no ability, you will pretend to be a grandson. My name suppresses other people's words..."

"I know, I know," Zhong Yun never interrupted him angrily, "I'm afraid that if one day I really become your subordinate, I will be tortured to death by you!"

The corners of Su Xian's lips curled up slightly: "It's good that you know."

Back to reality, Zhong Yuncong was led into a five-story low building with piles of square training clothes in his arms. There was always a lingering musty smell in the air. Yun Cong frowned slightly, but he never dared to complain.

On the floor of the corridor, there was a long row of neat and conspicuous yellow footprints, which looked like they were stamped with paint, and not only here, in this training camp, as long as it was inside the building, such yellow footprints could be seen everywhere.

Zhong Yuncong didn't know anything about their usefulness, but he didn't dare to ask casually.

They stopped in front of a dilapidated room marked "501", and the dormitory manager who led the way introduced calmly: "This is your dormitory."

As she spoke, she took out a half-worn copper key from her pocket and opened the door. A complex smell mixed with musty smell, smelly sweat and other indescribable smells rushed to her face. Smoking dizzy.

"Six people live in one dormitory." The dormitory manager was obviously immune to the smell, her expression didn't change at all, still rigid like a mask, "This is the bed assigned to you."

"Oh, thank you!" He bowed respectfully to the hostess, and the latter's expression did not change at all. She just put the key in his hand and pointed to a lower berth by the way. : "Your supplies are packed on the bed, put on your training clothes first."

"It's almost noon now. After lunch, you're going to attend the afternoon training." These were her last words, and she went downstairs after that.

Zhong Yuncong held his clothes and stood still for a while, then closed the door, changed into his training uniform, sat on his bed bored for a while, and suddenly remembered the haircut he had just cut.

"I don't know what kind of cut it is..." He stroked his head and walked around the room, "There is no mirror here..."

He was muttering, but the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and then a rough voice rang out recklessly: "Has, has someone come, come?"

Zhong Yuncong was startled, and then realized that other people in this dormitory had also arrived. He remembered Su Xian's warning, took a deep breath, and turned his head tremblingly.