Chapter 698 There Is Something Dirty

As the prison doctor moved, the man's face was almost touching the prison doctor.

His eyes were full of fear, and he kept shouting in fear.

"Help!"

At this time, some brave people rushed towards the prison doctor with steel pipes and wooden sticks.

They swung their weapons at the prison doctor with all their strength.

Those blunt weapons fell on the prison doctor.

Feeling the recoil from his hands, someone shouted: "Damn it! It's really a monster!"

However, the prison doctor ignored those who attacked him.

His eyes were fixed on the man's mouth that opened because of shouting.

"No tonsils?"

"Is this a coincidence?"

The man was also surprisingly healthy.

The prison doctor did not smell any lesions on the other person.

Soon, the harsh alarm sounded.

Several police cars appeared at the street entrance.

The uniformed police also felt their scalps tingling when they saw this strange man who was nearly three meters tall.

So they all took out their guns and aimed their crosshairs at the prison doctor.

The prison doctor also noticed the movement here.

He slowly put the man in his hand down.

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On the roof of a tall building next to the street.

The doctor, the warden and the gambler looked down at the scene below.

The warden asked curiously: "So he can complete his godhood ceremony?"

The doctor nodded gently and said: "Isn't it obvious?"

"This is the world I created specifically for him."

"This is a world without any disease."

"After he has traveled to every corner of this world, his godhood ceremony will naturally be completed."

The gambler exclaimed: "Your idea is really crazy."

"Let Li Changqing steal the prison doctor's knowledge of the previous world, and then put him in a false world."

"Aren't you worried that he will find the loopholes in this world and then have a mental breakdown?"

The doctor waved his hand and said: "There will be no loopholes."

"And you can You can't underestimate the firmness of the prison doctor's mind. "

"He has already left a human anchor for himself, which will support him to complete the entire ceremony without any accidents. "

"Now we just need to wait quietly. "

The gambler smacked his lips and said: "Tsk tsk, you are really a lunatic."

Hearing this, the doctor turned his head and looked at the gambler: "Why do you have such an idea?"

"The logic of every link in the plan has been carefully considered."

"Plus with the endorsement of the omniscient mirror, the ending is obvious."

"Why do you think this idea is crazy?"

Hearing this, the gambler couldn't find words to refute for a while.

He reviewed the plan again in his mind, and indeed did not find any logical loopholes in it.

The prison doctor's god-making ceremony is to make the life in the world free of disease.

And in this world carefully built for it, disease does not exist.

The people here are also real people.

They were born in this world, and each of them has his own unique growth experience.

Although it is a dream world, these people are independent lives in a sense.

It is hard to imagine how much effort the doctor has put into creating such a world.

In addition, the prison doctor's knowledge of the previous world was stolen.

For him now, this place is no different from the real world.

The warden on the side occasionally looked at the half-drunk can of beer that the gambler placed on the eaves beside him.

Seeing that the gambler was in a state of contemplation, the warden moved his eyes to the doctor again.

The doctor was looking down intently.

The warden exhaled slowly, then grabbed the half can of beer with lightning speed and put it in his arms.

The whole process was smooth and there was no unnecessary movement.

Soon, the gambler ended his contemplation.

He subconsciously reached out to take the half can of beer.

However, he grabbed nothing.

He scratched his head in some confusion, and then poked his head out again.

After a moment, he said in a strange tone: "Damn it, where's my beer?"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the warden: "Li Changqing, did you see that I drank half of the beer?"

The warden shook his head calmly: "No."

"It's windy on the roof, will it be blown down by the wind?"

The gambler scratched his head again: "It's possible."

As he said that, he poked his head out again.

At this moment, the warden felt like he was being stared at by something.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes collided with the doctor's.

The doctor's eyes were very strange, as if he had discovered something outrageous.

The warden's heart tightened, then he coughed and said, "The prison doctor has gone with the police, nothing will go wrong, right?"

The doctor blinked, then said in a strange tone, "No, I have already arranged the script."

"When he arrives at the police station, he will find that the director there is sick, and it is a terminal illness that the hospital cannot cure."

"Given the character of the prison doctor, he will find a way to treat the director."

"After all, there is no patient, which does not conform to normal logic."

"My interpretation of his godhood ceremony is not as simple as being in a world without disease."

"It should be that through his treatment, there will be no disease in this world."

"So I arranged some terminally ill patients in various corners of this world."

"When the prison doctor goes to the corresponding place, the patient there will get sick."

"When he treats the last patient, it will be the moment for him to become a god."

The doctor explained a lot in one breath.

But his eyes never left the warden.

The warden knew that he was caught by the former.

And he also knew the morality of his students.

At this moment, he felt that he had nowhere to put his face, and he wanted to jump down directly from here and end it all.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Just when the warden was about to lose his temper, the doctor asked softly: "Teacher, do you want a bottle of beer?"

Hearing this, the warden nodded repeatedly.

The gambler beside him heard this and echoed, "Give me one too."

"Damn it, Doctor, there may be some kind of loophole in your world."

"The beer I drank halfway disappeared out of thin air, could it be a bug?"

Hearing this, the Doctor glanced at the other party, and then said in a serious tone: "I told you, there will be no loopholes."

"Even if there are loopholes, they won't be such low-level loopholes."

The gambler scratched his head again, and then said in an affirmative tone:

"That means there is something dirty!"