Chapter 1036: Young man, his bones are very weak

In Chinatown in Brooklyn, Russell drove a police car through the messy streets and felt that he had arrived in the small county seat, both in terms of architecture and humanity.
Looking at the advertisement of infertility of the old Chinese medicine full-time on the electric pole, he was silent for a moment, pretending that he was in New York.
Last night's riot was over. There was no casualties in a farce, but there were ribbons and paper flowers everywhere on the streets. Pedestrians who played had also debated whether it was a real dragon or a fake dragon last night.
可靠 According to the reliable information of the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt, the dragon dance became a real dragon last night not because the gods manifested their spirits, but because the evil aliens used lasers to make the dragon dance come to life.
Russell was looking for reporters on the street. It is no wonder that the police officers who attended last night judged that all witnesses had hallucinations of excessive drinking. There are too many elements in the office version and various bragging rights.
He talked to several reporters one by one, and Russell saw a piece of memory about 'Dragon'.
A nondescript dragon, the product of a combination of east and west, six thick thighs, fleshy wings and dorsal wings, with an abominable face and horns, is fierce.
Also fires!
Because his body is a heavyweight player in the fat world, this fat dragon's wings are purely furnishings, and he cannot bark in the air as loud as a pig.
He confirmed that there was indeed a mystery last night. Russell continued to investigate and came to the Chinese medicine museum on the telephone pole with a black line on his face.
The wood-decorated floors and walls are burning with a scent of Zen, antique, and the house is filled with Chinese medicine props, and the medicine names are written in traditional fonts on the medicine cabinet.
I was very surprised, Russell walked into it, always felt that there was something wrong, thought for a moment, and found that the furnishings in the room were too deliberate.
As if the shop owner was afraid that others could understand it, he placed a variety of complicated objects related to traditional Chinese medicine, which was unclear and highlighted his professionalism.
"Young man, can you speak Chinese?"
An old doctor with a goatee came out of the curtain and shook the goose feather fan in his hand.
"Ancestral skills, will be many years." Feeling weird, Russell could not help but say a word.
那就 "That's good, because my husband's English level is average."
Your Chinese is also average!
Listening to the old doctor's lame mandarin with many dialects in one, Russell felt guilty and felt that he had encountered a liar.
"Sit down."
The old doctor asked Russell to sit down, and opened the door to see the mountain: "Tea will not be available. Tell me, are you here to treat infertility or other incurable diseases?"
Russell shook his head: "None, I'm in good health. I'm looking for you for ..."
"Young man, don't be embarrassed, the old man has been practicing medicine for many years, and this pair of tricks has never seen the wrong person."
The old doctor pushed the brown sunglasses on the bridge of the nose and whispered: "If the old man reads correctly, your bones are very weak!"
Russell: (? _?)
Give you a chance to reorganize your language!
别 "Don't be shy, we practice martial arts ... 呸, our Chinese medicine pays attention to hearing and cutting, just like you, the old man can see through at a glance, the is not very easy, right?"
Russell: (???)
Why are you spraying blood for no reason?
"Rest assured, the law will not pass on the inhuman, the Tao will not pass on the six ears, here are the two of us, this disease ... knowing that you know what I know, will never pass out."
The old doctor shrugged his beard and looked like a well-informed man: "You little young old man has seen a lot, and his face is ashamed and understandable, but some diseases should be treated as soon as possible, otherwise regrets will be late."
Russell: (? Benefit?)
Xi Hao's first husband, Cangji old thief, dare to bark here?
"Young man, have you heard of Long Huda ... Keke, have you heard the story of Bian Kun and Cai Yangong, you must not learn Cai Yangong's taboos?"
The old doctor had a strong heart, and suddenly the words turned sharply: "By the way, what is your income, cash or credit card?"
第一 "First, I'm in good health, and second, I'm not here to see a doctor ..."
He said, Russell took out his police officer card: "NYPD, I have something to confirm with you."
"Police officer, it's none of my business!"
The old doctor jumped up, took off his coat, and revealed the long-sleeved blazer inside: "I am the instructor of the next street martial arts hall. Come here to help guard the door. I do n’t know everything here, especially a hundred dollars I have never heard of a dragon and tiger bolus. "
"..."
Russell silently put away the police officer's card, feeling that the whole person is not good, a telepathy fell down, looking at the memories he wanted.
Last night, two strangers broke into the medical museum and fought here, destroying several Chinese medicine props supporting the scene, and smashing the precious antique 'carved wooden window'.
Lao TCM is not a witness. According to his memory, Russell found the real witnesses next to Tongzilou.
The two faces of the suspected murderer entered Russell's sight, one was the king of bad movies, and the other was Dr. Octopus, both of whom were quite familiar faces.
"Without saying anything else, these two faces are definitely the plot of a movie."
Russell raised his lips and turned to leave the Tongzilou.
Thirty seconds later, he returned to the hospital, took a picture of Franklin, bought a new thermos cup, and took away two pounds of wolfberry by the way.
I didn't mean anything else. When the weather was cold, I wanted to drink some hot tea.
"Young man, you ca n’t cure this disease of wolfberry, so you can strengthen your body by studying martial arts. I will give you a 20% discount ... oh, what about people?"
The old doctor held the green bill, and rushed out in a stride. Turning around, Russell disappeared in the corridor.
Uh ...
Dr. Octopus is not easy to find. The king of bad movies is much simpler. Russell drove the police car to an unoccupied corner, waved his hand to release the death knight armor, and enchanted it with the left side of the seat of the god.
Russell had seen the face of the rotten king at the New York Police Headquarters. He entered the internal passage and pulled out his file. The death knell and battle armor scanned the facial features of the photos and queried the large and small surveillance cameras in New York.
"Speaking of which, the King of Bad Films appears repeatedly, wouldn't he find it strange?"
Russell murmured, bought an authentic fried rice on the street, waiting for the death knell to gather clues.
Before the fried rice was eaten, the death knell armor found the target person.
Barsaze!
European immigrants, running an antique shop called Mystery House in New York, disappeared for no reason ten years ago, and recently reappeared.
Because the disappearance took too long, the antique shop was taken back by the homeowner, and now it has become a mobile phone store. Bazaze himself has no fixed place of residence.
Russell looked at the information collected by the Death Knell Battlegear, pointed at the young man who appeared at the same time as Bazaze, and looked for information about him.
This time soon, the young man was named David, a student of the City University of New York. He had outstanding grades and was a genius in the Department of Physics. He had two patents in hand and also had a specialized laboratory prepared by the school for him.
"City University of New York ..."
Russell frowned, remembering that Taylor encountered in the cycle of time belongs to this university, the difference is that Taylor is on the Brooklyn campus.
Both plots have a direct relationship with City University of New York. He decides to go to the door someday, and maybe he will encounter the protagonist in other plots.
David is a student with a simple life. There are nerds. Basic life is three points and one line. Dormitory, teaching building, laboratory.
One-handed dog!
Unable to find Bazaar, Russell decided to start with David and call the school. When he learned that David was not on vacation and there was no one in the dormitory, he drove straight to his private laboratory.
David's research project is too risky. The school is located far away from the urban area, and it looks for an abandoned parking lot for birds and shit. It is located underground. Before the urban transportation system is repaired, the city subway is parked.
Russell rushed to the car, telepathic swept through, found a magical residual breath inside, immediately raised a brow, showing an interesting smile.
After the killers, aliens, future humans, robots, and mutants, the busy New York City has added a new resident—the magician.
Huh!
Russell knocked on the iron gate, but for a moment, David looked very stupid and naive and opened the door, wondering: "Who are you looking for, if you are taking the subway, this place has been abandoned."
"No, I'm looking for you."
Russell showed his police card: "Student David, I want to check with you about the riots in Brooklyn's Chinatown last night."
"Police, officer, I don't know anything."
When I saw the police officer's ID, David immediately evaded his eyes and said nothing.
"Very good, your performance proves you know a lot."
Russell said something to make David face hard, pushed it away, strode into the laboratory, and looked at the source of the magic.
The empty and abandoned underground parking lot has undergone a simple transformation. In addition to the warehouse where debris and materials are piled up, the largest open space is erected with electromagnetic coils and other experimental instruments.
Russell looked at the circular magic array on the ground ~ EbookFREE.me ~ ridiculed: "Classmate David, I went to school to find you and was told that you took a long vacation. Why, now I do n’t study science, but study magic. ? "
"It's not magic. It's a joke."
David chuckled, knowing what to say, and he wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Police officer, what's your name?"
"My name is Russell, and I am now investigating the mystery of Chinatown." Russell stared at David, adding a tone to his "mystery".
"Ha, ha, ha ... Officer, your name sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere." David sweated more on his head than he could wipe.
"My name doesn't matter. The key is your performance. It's too suspicious. Some witnesses said that you appeared in Chinatown last night. There was a man with long hair and a black dome hat covering the bad hairline. Say, what are you doing there? "
Russell tried to telepathically watch David's memory. It was unsuccessful. It was not David's outstanding strength. This product was a rooster, but he had an inexplicable blessing of power, which should be from the hand of other mages.
"Every TM can be found?" David was stunned, subconsciously swearing.
"Boy, don't underestimate the police."
Russell snorted coldly: "I also found that the man with you was named Bazatze. He had no news for ten years and disappeared recently."
我 屮 艸 芔 茻!
David had a meeting with a dung fork, facing Russell's righteous eyes, couldn't find a reasonable excuse, and panicked.