Honkai is the demon of fire

Because the attack on Henggang failed, the fat white man kept calling himself Ozeki, but his real name was gradually forgotten.

Ozeki turned his head slowly, without speaking.

He grasped the steel handle of the parasol with his right hand and firmly fixed it to the ground.

Even if there are thousands of troops and horses suddenly killed in the wind and rain ahead, the mark will still stand like a rock in the stormy waves.

"No time! Stupid women don't bother us!"

An irritable and mid-spirited voice sounded impressively.

The thin man in thin clothes folded his hands, his bright eyes were as cold as a falcon, and the lines of his whole body showed a kind of rigidity.

The tall man was originally a retired soldier, but for some reason he assassinated a high-ranking official.

Using a homemade shotgun to hit the critical star concentration effect, one shot exploded and sent the senior official to Two-dimensional directly.

Afterwards, it was proved that he was suffering from severe mental illness, and the tall one was forcibly sent in.

"Chief Wei, don't be rough on women! The master is fishing, don't disturb his leisure and elegance."

The Taoist priest with a handsome face and three long beards stood up, counting a few strands non-stop, chanting spells in his mouth.

In the white plastic bag under the hem of the clothes is a large stack of blue talisman papers.

Yisha suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

The Taoist master painstakingly studied the essential techniques of peace that he did not know where, and gradually fell into a demon.

Every day I fantasize that I am Qu Shuai under the command of Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong, holding the banner of anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty, and visiting the lord whenever I meet.

"Mr. Chu Ge, can you take these three back to the hospital, how about going fishing when the weather is fine?"

On the blue folding chair, Chu Ge was wearing a restraint jacket made of canvas.

The embellishment is a thick brown belt.

"Another fishing rod."

"I'm hooked and I'll go back immediately!"

Yisha looked suspiciously at the empty bucket at Chu Ge's feet, with only a few emerald green algae floating on it.

Then he looked at Chu Ge's black fishing rod again.

She always felt that something was wrong.

"Mr. Chu Ge, how long have you been out fishing?" Yisha asked kindly.

"……half an hour."

Are you serious about hesitating?Moreover, the nurse who made the ward rounds has already reported in the group that you disappeared two hours ago!

"Pack up your things immediately, go back with me, and take a hot bath by the way."

Isa said with some haggard heart.

Ever since Chu Ge moved in, strange things happened in the hospital one after another.

First of all, a group of mentally ill ninja lovers suddenly appeared, wearing airtight black ninja suits every day, lying under the bed and refusing to come out.

Moreover, the originally very noisy hospital usually requires a large number of nurses to keep an eye on the mentally ill patients all the time.

Now, just like the children in kindergarten and preschool, they are doing their own things obediently and quietly.

Even under Chu Ge's outrageous suggestion, bread and cookies were made.

The most damning thing is!

All the patients participated in the bread-making game enthusiastically.

How many milliliters of water should be added to the measuring cup, how many pieces of butter should be cut, and how many minutes should the dough be rested? Almost every process has master-level rigor.

In order to get the best bread taste, they tried no less than ten recipes.

Finally, after the old dean tasted the bread baked by the patients, he opened the pastry chef in the afternoon.

What Isha couldn't understand was that the hospital produced a lot of bread every day.

But the direction of their flow is unknown. Almost every day, a small truck loads all the bread, transports it out of the hospital, and disappears at the end of the concrete road.

"I remember everyone made raw toast today. Has it been successful?"

Chu Ge began to recycle the fishing line, intending to close the rod and leave, and fight again another day.

"It's pretty good. They tested four temperatures, and at the end they all agreed that the color tested in a 180-degree oven looked good."

Isa's expression softened.

The hospital seems to be undergoing a sea change these few months.

Suddenly, Chu Ge loosened his right hand.

The black fishing rod suddenly fell to the edge of the pond, and the elastic fishing rod jumped up like a fish, and was grabbed by the tall man with sharp eyes and quick hands.

Chu Ge's deep eyes were flickering, and his vision was constantly zooming out.

There is only the endless red sky, and the black lightning clouds are constantly dancing with golden thunder, like a punishment from heaven.

Among the tumbling thunderclouds, a tall and burly blue figure was controlling the lightning with a brutal posture. The muscular outline under the heavy dark golden armor was extremely majestic, as if forged from fine iron and steel.

His voice was like thunder, and his nostrils were sprayed with fines of lightning.

The Demon of Thunder, Sino-Soviet.

Corresponding to the 'Zhen' in the Eight Diagrams, it was once sealed by one of the Eight Immortals.

Zhongsu has an arrogant personality, is good at manipulating electricity and thunder, and can even use electricity to fly.

At its peak, the Holy Lord, who was not weaker than the Fire Demon, was able to create a god-killing spear that could be destroyed in one blow with the help of thunder.

007, Mebius: Today is an important day

"Klein, um... have you found the last experiment record report? Where did I lose it?"

Mebius was clutching her forehead with a slight headache, her green hair was hanging down happily, she was flipping through one drawer after another in front of the laboratory bench, trying to find the documents she wanted from the pile of waste paper.

After finding more than a dozen tickets in succession, Mebius finally turned to Klein helplessly.

It's normal for genius scientists not to organize things!

Just leave this kind of small matter to Klein. Anyway, geniuses have very short time, thinking about new experiments and theoretical data all the time.

Klein, who was holding a pile of waste paper and was about to send it to be shredded, suddenly had a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Dr. Mebius, sometimes it's not good to tidy up important experimental reports, you will waste more time like this."

"Don't you still have Klein?"

"But Dr. Mebius, it would also waste a lot of time if I come to look for it."

Klein walked up to the large shredder with the waste paper in his arms, lifted the translucent cover deftly, and neatly stacked the discarded experimental data reports.

After the cover was put back on and the start button was pressed, the large pulverizer, which was half a person tall, began to shake slightly.

After these discarded top-secret materials are shredded, special recycling personnel will come to take away the residue, and they will be protected and escorted by combatants with live ammunition throughout the process, until they are sent to the incinerator.

After finishing everything, Klein turned around and began to search for information with Mebius.

"If Klein helps, the speed will be much faster."

"Obviously the doctor asked me for help."

"None of these matters!"

Mebius opened another drawer, and this time there were several bags of instant coffee that had expired for an unknown amount of time, and the coffee powder had already formed a plate-like lump.

Use it as fertilizer for flowers, the effect should be similar to that of expired tea leaves.

correct!Today is an important day.

Mebius frowned slightly, lowered her head and meditated, she seemed to have forgotten a very important thing, and suddenly couldn't remember it.

Is it for Alicia's medical examination?Or do you want to report to those old guys?

It doesn't feel right.

Klein looked at it for a while, and then began to open the drawer that most likely contained the materials.

A neatly arranged photocopied document inside caught Klein's attention instantly, and she curiously held the photocopied document in her hand.

This medical daily record report does not seem to be produced by a laboratory.

X, XX, the weather is fine

Today, Captain Liu of the police station hastily sent a mentally ill patient. After being diagnosed by the experienced director and expert director, he was diagnosed with severe post-war traumatic stress disorder. He was suspected of being a professional soldier or spy who had retreated from a certain battlefield.

The patient had a history of severe alcoholism, and although he was conscious and appeared to be faking psychosis, he had serious cognitive problems.

He believed that hell really existed, and even had demons.

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The patient's family member came today, a very beautiful girl with long green hair, who was a little shocked when she learned that she was hospitalized.

But she did not choose to pick up the other party, but happily signed her name on the hospitalization statement.

Before leaving, he specifically told the dean to lock him up with the most dangerous mentally ill patients in the hospital, and she would come to pick him up in a few months.

The most dangerous thing in the hospital is that ward...

On X, XX, the weather was cloudy

The patient's daily follow-up consultation, after a week of observation, we have basically determined the patient's personality and onset time.

In addition to having an inexplicable obsession with fishing, he likes to play cards with other mentally ill patients. The other three patients in that ward have become his card friends.

But what are the terms Synchro Summon and Special Summon?

X, XX, the weather is light rain

In a low mood, like a dean with a lot of worries in his heart, he secretly called me into the office.

The observation of Chu Ge's illness was stopped, and I was even given two days of paid sick leave. Before I left, I looked back and observed that the dean's clothes were a little wrinkled.

In the afternoon, more than a dozen black-clothed ninjas were suddenly sent to the hospital.

X, XX, the weather is fine

All the patients in the hospital showed improvement, and the Taoist priest kept recommending his Fushui to other patients.

Said it swearingly, it was passed down in a dream by Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong, and it can cure all diseases.

Except for the patient, none of the medical staff believed what the Taoist priest said. They only tied him back to the bed when his illness worsened.

Klein was a little puzzled when he saw the hospital report that looked like a series of ghost novels.

How could Dr. Mebius have such an extra report in his drawer?

"Klein, did I tell you what day it is today?"

"Dr. Mebius, what do you mean?"

"The experiment and schedule are too full, and I don't have time to solve many things." Mebius complained softly, kicking the experimental table with his shoe.

"I want to recruit two more assistants, even if they are foodies, help me keep those old guys out of the laboratory."

Klein silently recorded Dr. Mebius' request in his heart.

Then she remembered something, "Doctor, I remember you said that today is the day to be discharged from the hospital."

"Discharged? What hospital?"

Mebius tilted his head, and finally remembered a certain scumbag that she left behind in Changkong City in a fit of anger.

"Okay, Klein doesn't need to look for it anymore."

"I'm going to fly to Changkong City myself and arrange a special plane for me."

Chu Ge, who was originally the captain of the fourth combat team, could not be absent for a long time. However, Mebius gave him the green light and issued a case certificate requiring long-term hospitalization.

At the same time, he was demoted to vice-captain, and Ah Fu, who was the former vice-captain, was promoted and made regular.

The old guys on the board of directors can't do anything about it.