Monotonous City

Chapter 50: Monotonous City

Wu Xian determined the prisoner had no mental issues for three main reasons.

First, whether the evil spirit the prisoner spoke of existed or not, Wu Xian wanted him dead.

Second, if the evil spirit existed, then the prisoner wasn't lying, making the diagnosis of no mental illness correct.

Third, the detective's attitude was the most crucial factor.

Wu Xian wasn't a real doctor, and since the detective wanted the prisoner diagnosed as sane, going along with his wishes would minimize the risk of Wu Xian's identity being exposed.

Following the path he came.

The office door opened, and a young nurse poked her head in, looking at Wu Xian with surprise.

Wu Xian still had some things to prepare.

If he had to describe it, it was monotonous and boring.

His irritation wasn't entirely from that dog.

A brightly spinning light hung outside the barbershop, playing dynamic music. Its avant-garde and quirky style clashed with the rest of the city.

Wu Xian flipped through the patient records. Each one had a photo, but none of them matched the prisoner's face from earlier.

The buildings were all about the same height, with a conservative style. The color palette was mostly light shades like pale red and pale blue, with hardly any bright colors. Signs saying "Welcome to Xianwei City" were everywhere, making the streets look like they'd been copy-pasted.

On the way home.

Wu Xian drove slowly, observing the city.

"Go enjoy your birthday, don't do anything beyond what your family expects."

Wu Xian's teeth ached slightly.

Wu Xian looked up at the ceiling, unable to figure things out for a long time.

He turned the office upside down, searching for any information he could find.

Wu Xian had intended to stop and gather some intel here.

The call ended.

Slowly, the sun began to set, and it was already dusk.

Wu Xian quickly stepped on the gas.

This city was strange.

There were a few places that particularly caught Wu Xian's attention.

One was the unusually high number of cosmetic surgery clinics; there was basically one every short distance, with advertisements for plastic surgery everywhere.

Wu Xian backed into the parking spot. As soon as he stepped out of the garage, he heard a dog bark.

Wu Xian thought for a moment, then called Detective Jia, who was in charge of the case, using the number on the appointment slip.

He endured the dog's barking, hesitated at the door for a moment, then opened it and walked in.

He gripped the railing, staring at Doctor Xu's window with wide, terrified eyes. Large bloodstains splattered the transparent glass, slowly trickling downwards.

The wooden board under the desk was pitted, as if words had been carved there and then dug out. The notebook was only half the thickness of its cover, with many pages torn out...

Wu Xian finally arrived home a while after dark.

Perhaps...

While searching for clues earlier, Wu Xian had already found a map of the city, along with his own family's address and member information, and the key to a Guandi Electric Car.

Seeing this scene.

He quickly noticed several inconsistencies.

He wanted to stay a bit longer, but the "Record of the Devoted" in his eyes began to flicker.

He currently had no means of self-defense and absolutely could not be targeted by an evil spirit at this time.

However, this Doctor Xu actually had a complete family in the Blessed Land. Was this a game of house for Wu Xian this time?

He needed a weapon, but in the psychiatric hospital, the only weapons he could find were sedatives and syringes. He used his privileged access to pack these items and leave.

He never experienced a normal family; he was raised by a slovenly old detective, so...

But the first thing the prisoner said upon seeing Wu Xian was.

On the steps in front of the clinic sat a plump woman with bright red lips but pale skin. She held a pipe and her bulging, goldfish-like eyes stared at Wu Xian's car the entire time.

The man looked at Wu Xian, then at his house. The vacant eyes gradually showed fear. He let out a startled cry and quickly shut the window.

And so, he walked, stopped, and looked.

"Hello, Detective Jia..."

Another anomaly.

"The prisoner escaped on the way to prison. We've completely lost track of him. Doctor Xu, if you see him, you must flee immediately and then contact us..."

A moment later.

Wu Xian was pushed away by the nurse.

"Dog..."

"Ah, Doctor Xu, why aren't you home yet? It's your birthday today. Your parents, wife, and daughter are all waiting at home. Work can wait a day or two. Hurry home."

'Farewell to the past, let everything start anew.'

It seems going home is a must.

'Change myself, start a new life.'

And.

Wu Xian was very annoyed by the black dog's barking: "Friend, can you control your dog?"

Although the evil spirit had not yet appeared, this blessed land made him uneasy. He needed more information to feel secure.

'We meet again.'

Just then, another line of text appeared in Wu Xian's eyes.

But before going home.

Wu Xian didn't look forward to it at all.

Wu Xian returned to his office.

His home was a small detached house, surrounded by houses of the same style and green spaces of the same style. At first glance, every place looked similar, only the house numbers were different.

Instead of guessing blindly, it was better to ask directly.

It seems this neighbor also has a problem.

'Painless plastic surgery, rapid healing.'

But because of family.

The neighbor's first-floor window was open.

But as soon as he slowed down, he saw a customer getting a haircut inside suddenly have their neck gush with blood, and their body was dragged by something invisible into the room behind the hair salon, which was covered by a gauze curtain...

He saw that the neighbor had a fat and strong big black dog. The big black dog roared at Wu Xian, baring its teeth and assuming an aggressive stance. If it weren't for the fence, it would have pounced on him long ago.

This line of text made Wu Xian sigh.

It was a hair salon called 'Perfect Hair Art'.

It was someone trying to cover up evidence of something.

When did the doctor and the criminal meet? What role was the criminal playing? Was he the key to Wu Xian's survival in this blessed land?

He even detested and resisted a warm family, not wanting this thing to contaminate him.

The next-door neighbor quietly walked out again.

But every clinic was closed, and their signs were black and white. Wu Xian only saw one clinic with a pink sign open on the entire street.

A man, so thin he looked like a ghost, with a ashen face and vacant eyes, was standing by the window drinking coffee.

Wu Xian was more worried about his brain being eaten by an evil spirit at home than being sued for violating hospital regulations.

Also, this body, on its arms and thighs, had irregular scars on parts of its skin, as if it had been severely scalded over a large area.

The blood was mixed with foam.

It was still fresh.