A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　Four isolation covers.

　　 Attorney Joan Luce, Captain Redfern, non-mainstream singer Bolivar, and Mr. Gbagbo were placed.

　　 As for Lu Li, he was also placed here after he came out of the cabin.

　　 Reason: Police officer Lu is a non-professional person. During the search, there may be some operational errors. Therefore, he needs to undergo a simple full-body examination to ensure that he is not infected with any virus before he can move freely.

　　The proponent is the square-faced female doctor Nora.

　　 Lu Li was speechless about this. He suspected that this guy was avenging his personal revenge, but it was difficult for him to refute it, so he could only choose to accept it.

　　 Of course, fortunately, as long as Lu Li didn't enter the wolf form, only modern medical equipment could not detect the abnormality in him.

　　 "When will the test report come out?"

　　 After hearing the words, Dr. Nora took the blood sample from the medical staff, and after taking a look at it, he replied, "About four hours later."

　　 "Well, please arrange for someone to bring me a box of hot milk, and I didn't eat dinner."

　　 Lu Li raised his head and said.

　　 In fact, he thinks that staying here for the time being is not without any benefit, at least he can stare at the four lucky ones with his own eyes.

　　 "Is there anything else needed?"

　　 "I put some snacks in the duty room. Let's pack them together."

　　 "Okay, let's arrange for someone to go there."

　　The words fell, Dr. Nora called a medical staff, gave a few words in a low voice, and then walked towards the next isolation enclosure.

　　 At the same time, Dr. Yves was talking with Captain Redfern there.

　　 "What happened on the plane?"

　　 "We are here to ask you."

　　 "Now, please try your best to think about the freshly cut grass, garlic, and green apple. Did you smell anything like that before you fainted?"

　　 Yves talked through the gas mask.

　　 And Captain Redfern sat on the hospital bed with a dazed expression. After a while, he replied: "What? Grass and apples?"

　　 "Mnemonic smell." Dr. Nora bent down and explained, "This is how our brain interprets chemicals."

　　 "Phosphine, colorless, tastes like garlic."

　　 "phosgene, a violent suffocating poisonous gas, smells like freshly cut grass."

　　 Hearing this, the captain became even more dazed. Under the ardent eyes of the two doctors, he shook his head and said: "Before unconscious, I steered the plane to the taxiway, and then... I don't remember anything."

　　 Lu Li, who has been eavesdropping on the conversation between the three, has no waves in his heart. If they can ask valuable clues, then there will be a ghost——

　　 The last monthly exam, parachuting over Arnhem, was countless times more horrifying than exploring the death flight, and the difficulty of this exam will only be higher.

　　 Compared to the survivors, Lu Li wanted to know what exactly was the emerald green substance that almost filled the cabin.

　　The liquid ejected or secreted by the blood?

　　 The chemical weapons transported by the military privately leaked?

　　 He prefers the former.

　　 However, if this were the case, the vampire who committed the crime would be too weird.

　　 At this time, Mr. Gbagbo slapped the isolation hood and shouted: "Police officer, can you find someone to help look at my ears? It keeps buzzing."

　　 Seeing this guy's face full of pain, Lu Cheng said as expected. Then, he got up and walked to the isolation hood where Captain Redfern was, and patted the special plastic film: "Doctor, there is a patient looking for it."

　　 If you guessed correctly, Mr. Gbagbo's body has already begun to change.

　　 After hearing the prompt, Nora and Yves comforted the captain casually and walked quickly towards Mr. Gbagbo.

　　 After some inquiries, things still haven't progressed.

　　 Ears buzzed.

　　 There are too many reasons for this symptom, and the doctor has no choice but to let him continue to wait for the results of the examination, and then prescribe the right medicine.

　　 "Then, can I make a call to my wife? If I haven't contacted for so long, she and the child will panic..."

　　Da! Da da!

　　 Just as Mr. Gbagbo made a request, the sound of poking the isolation cover sounded.

　　 "Hey, I have something to tell you."

　　 Rock and roll singers in strange costumes finger Lu Li and Yves, with an extremely arrogant attitude, seeming to have forgotten about begging for mercy in the cabin.

　　 Lu Li glanced at this strange-looking guy, and shook his head: "I'm just the airport policeman, and Dr. Yves is the main person in charge."

　　 After finishing speaking, he stood aside and put his right hand on the holster inadvertently, making Bolivar back away in fright.

　　 Obviously, Lu Li's action successfully helped him remember what crushing is.

　　 "Doctor, give me some Du Lengding, how about it?"

　　 It didn't take long for Bolivar's lips to tremble. He had been addicted to this drug for a long time. Therefore, I dare to ask the doctor for contraband under this kind of occasion.

　　 Without waiting for Yves to refuse, the guy said again: "By the way, when the dining car comes, I'm very hungry."

　　 "There is no dining car, but I can share some snacks for you." Lu Li said casually.

　　 "Talk about business first."

　　 At this time, Yves raised the record book in his hand and motioned to Lu Li not to interfere with him.

　　 "Mr. Bolivar, what is the last thing you remember before the plane lands?"

　　 "I don't know, it seems that the lights are flickering, I can't remember it, because I sometimes faint..."

　　 Typical sequelae of drug use.

　　 Lu Li made a silent judgment.

　　 Dr. Yves was expressionless, standing outside the isolation hood, and continued to ask: "What's the matter with the scars on your hands?"

　　 "I cut it myself."

　　 After finishing speaking, Bolivar raised his arm, admired himself once, and explained with a smile: "For the fans~www.wuxiamtl.com~artist?

　　 Seeing this guy's appearance, Lu Li couldn't help thinking of the painter Sige who lived in the Wudu City. He was a painter who was engaged in art, and he was also an executioner with a twisted heart.

　　 Therefore, Lu Li still understands Bolivar's pathological behavior.

　　 However, Yves felt that he could not accept it. The doctor took two steps back, frowned and said, "Tell me, are these tattoos, scars, mysterious and evil all part of your faith?"

　　 The conversation suddenly rose to faith.

　　 The atmosphere changed. Bolivar looked serious, pulled off his wig, showing a short inch of energy, and kept rubbing: "Don't be kidding me, doctor."

　　 "My father is a Baptist priest, and I do this just to pick up girls."

　　 Hearing this, Lu Li, who was standing next to him watching the show, was stunned. Is this the younger generation of the Yingjiang family? The values ​​are really avant-garde.

　　 More than a hundred years ago, the gentlemen and ladies of the foggy London, no matter what they are inside, at least when they go out, they will dress themselves very seriously and conservatively.

　　 I want to come now, vaguely like yesterday.

　　 Actually, for Lu Li, it didn't take long. It was only two months. Because of this, he felt that he couldn't keep up with the times.

"All right……"

　　 Yves hesitated to speak, but when he encountered such a weird patient, he could only admit that he was unlucky.

　　 It just so happened that Fat Doctor Jim walked in and greeted the two colleagues to go out: "Yves, you have to go and see something that was taken out of the cargo hold."

"immediately!"

　　 "Okay, let's go."

　　 The three hurried away, leaving behind four survivors who were forced to undergo isolation, two medical staff, and Lu Li.

　　The time is midnight.