Chapter 21

After they left for a while, the police rushed to the scene, looked at the half dead young people on the ground, waved their hands in disgust and motioned the passers-by to help.

On the way to the hospital, Rolle chatted with the tank man and learned something about the play.

It turns out that these actors are porters in the railway station. The most typical bottom of society can enjoy little entertainment on weekdays. The old open-air theater is one of the few places to go. In the early years, there were indeed several good plays, carrying the few childhood happiness of many of them.

But with the gradual prosperity of the town, as many as five serious theaters have been opened, and slightly more advanced troupes will not go to this free open-air theater again.

These porters spontaneously organized a super amateur troupe, trying to add a little different childhood entertainment to their children.

The star sword girl's play was played by Mr. tank to his daughter. She has always been a loyal fan of the sword girl, but she has no condition to go to the regular theater to enjoy the style of idols, so the father took several playmates and staged a poor performance for his daughter.

I just didn't expect such a thing to happen. If rolle didn't come forward in time, I'm afraid I would be beaten up today.

They dare not fight back because the boss who hired them has set the rules. If they fight outside and are brought into the police station, they will be unconditionally dismissed.

Also a group of poor people.

So when they took out the money they had and wanted to thank and apologize, Rolle refused.

After arriving at the "good life" sect, Rolle found a priest and asked:

"Is Dr. Wesley available?"

The priest shook his head with a smile:

"He's busy."

Rolle was very sensible and stuffed two banknotes into the nearby worship box.

"He should be free soon."

The priest immediately changed his words.

After waiting in the corridor of the hospital for a while, I saw the doctor with strange temper coming over impatiently.

But when he saw rolle, he was a little excited. He hurried up and grabbed his arm.

"Just in time! I'm really looking for you."

Rolle replied with a smile:

"Just in time, I have something to trouble you. My friends were accidentally slightly injured..."

"Did they attack you, too?"

Asked the doctor.

Rolle nodded.

The doctor's face became a lot solemn in an instant. He hurriedly made a careful examination of several actors. It was a stethoscope, shaking his eyes and knocking his knees.

Finally, he asked some priests to come and take the actors to the next ward to rest.

"Ah? No need? I feel fine?"

"Just give us some ice. We have to work at night."

The doctor suddenly burst into a dignified manner, with a straight face and scolded:

"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? Don't even listen to the doctor. Do you want to live?"

The actors were stunned by him and didn't dare to say anything.

The doctor then pulled rolle into his office, gave him a more comprehensive examination, carefully recorded what happened today, and finally came to the conclusion:

"It seems that my diagnosis yesterday was wrong. It's not accidental or malicious blackmail."

I can also get this kind of judgment

Ror said something in his heart, and then asked:

"Doctor, is something wrong?"

The doctor nodded solemnly, then said in a low voice:

"You may have been involved in an extraordinary event..."

"Last night, the hospital took in a group of patients, all of whom suffered from varying degrees of mental pollution. Before that, they all fought with people in the street. As a result, they were overturned by a man like a village man. Are they the people who attacked you yesterday?"

"I've been trying to find you and informed the police station. I didn't expect you to come back in time."

After hearing this, Rolle became nervous that he would encounter the extremely dangerous extraordinary event in the legend?

Such incidents are generally caused by demons or sacred objects, or by some rituals and techniques. They often require professional extraordinary people to deal with them. Once ordinary people are involved, they will be very dangerous.

"Well... What should I do?"

"Don't be nervous, calm down! Isn't I here?"

The doctor patted him on the shoulder and then asked:

"Since you have practiced fencing, how many levels of strength do you have?"

Rolle hesitated for a while and replied hesitantly:

"Probably... Maybe... There is a fourth order?"

According to the knowledge learned in the swordsman group, the first-order beginner, the second-order apprentice and the third-order backbone do not touch the level of extraordinary ordinary people. If they are more powerful, they can reach the fourth-order elite, but the highest is the fifth-order senior.

In the assessment that rolle participated in, the design difficulty was between level 2 and level 3. Although he failed, he reluctantly completed it later. It should be too much to get a pass score. In addition, he kept practicing for more than ten years. Should it be too much to say level 4?

However, he is still a little guilty. The doctor is an extraordinary person. He has carefully examined his body and may find that he is bragging.

Fortunately, the doctor believed him, nodded and said:

"If you are in level 4, you have the ability to participate. Follow me."

After that, he took rolle to the inpatient department behind the hospital and came to a small isolated hospital.

Before rolle approached, he heard a loud noise inside, including laughter, crying, roaring and wailing.

A little closer, he saw that the couple who misunderstood him yesterday and asked him for debts, such as usury, were tightly tied to the hospital bed by a two finger wide cow belt. Some of them were struggling, some were twitching, some were whispering, and some were roaring.

There are all kinds of expressions on everyone's face, as if the joys and sorrows of the world were gathered on them.

"This is mental pollution?"

Rohr whispered.

"Well, their thinking and consciousness have been confused. They are full of all kinds of hallucinations. They are gradually losing themselves. If they can't be alleviated, they will completely fall into madness."

The doctor replied.

"What should I do?"

Rolle did not shirk his responsibility, but volunteered to ask.

The doctor nodded slightly, as if appreciating his consciousness. He said something in his mouth and blessed him with a divine skill.

Rolle suddenly lit up a translucent barrier with a slight flicker.

I've been buffed?

The doctor then handed him another stick and continued:

"You get a little closer to them and see if there will be any changes. Be careful and give priority to self-protection."