But can mental power cure diseases? Leona has never said this.

The mind body has no body, so there should be no illness. If there is, it is also mentally ill.

For example, if a big villain is not doing well, he may be mentally abnormal.

There was no sound in the headphones, and Leona did not explain it immediately. It seemed that the tacit understanding still lacked the time to ignite.

The internal power of the Chinese magical craft in film and television can heal the wounds, but Wilde has limited knowledge and has never heard of such a true story in reality.

Wilde ate someone's mouth was soft, and at this time he could only say: "I really don't know how to treat a doctor. I don't know how you think I can save your sister, but if I can really save me, I won't sit idly by."

The police officer invited himself, the suspect, into the house, to have delicious food and drink. If he denies the Third Company now, will the case of the Jihuo Club still want to make a big deal worse?

Fujiwara Kazuo seemed to be waiting for this sentence. Hearing this, he stood up. Although he looked overjoyed, there were two lines of tears on his face: "Fujiwara Kazuo is very grateful! Sir, please come with me!"

I said no, why are you happy?

And he immediately understood that Fujiwara Kazuo's sister should be in the room inside.

There is no privacy in the He-style residence. If you are really sick at home, you should have heard the conversation between the two.

The police officer is already a middle-level police department and his income is not low. His sister is sick and doesn't go to the hospital. She is lying at home and is waiting to die?

It seems that the situation is quite complicated, and Leona's reminder makes some sense.

Perhaps Fujiwara Kazuo really understood the ability of mind power and determined that Wilde's magical power was extraordinary, so he asked him to give it a try.

Mind power is just the power of spirituality. Now it’s the Galaxy Age. Still people believe in the trick in TV movies, thinking that using hands to push their backs can cure diseases and heal their injuries?

It would be nice not to damage the internal organs.

The key is how he discovered that Wilde and Leona have super mental power?

What he saw seemed to be that the two of them jumped off the ninth floor and didn't fall to death, but many experts could do this, right?

When he stood up from the tatami, Wilde suddenly arrived at the ion-directional energy gun again.

It is said that Japanese people care especially about etiquette and put their guns next to them when treating guests to dinner. Is it really a daily habit that I didn’t pay attention to for a while?

I'm afraid it's not that simple either.

A nation that is almost crazy and particular about details should not make such a mistake.

If you don't agree or pretend to be stupid, Fujiwara and Yuuki will probably turn against each other in minutes.

This seems to be their nationality.

Kazuo Fujiwara was very excited, and stepped forward quickly, then opened a door, turned around and bowed halfway to Wilde: "Sir, please come in!"

Wilde smiled bitterly in his heart.

I still lack the experience of using my mind power. I went to a stranger’s house for dinner and forgot to scan it thoroughly.

Maybe Leona's words numb him normally.

But even so, he should be able to feel that there are other talents in the room at will.

But he soon knew why he was indifferent.

It was completely dark and there were no lights on indoors.

Kazuo Fujiwara whispered: "My sister is afraid of the light, please forgive me."

Is your sister a vampire?

Wilde walked into the room and his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness.

There was bedding in the middle of the tatami, and there was a person lying.

Fujiwara Kazuo did not follow in and stood at the door and said sadly: "This is my sister Fujiwara Shizuka."

Shizuka? Nobi Nobita's little girlfriend?

Although Doraemon is an anime work more than a hundred years ago, it has long become a classic of human beings, and Wilde also grew up watching.

According to the plot setting, Doraemon is a cat-shaped robot that shuttled back in the 22nd century. It is estimated that the time is almost the same as the recent one, but this kind of thing has not been produced now.

It is obvious that we have to blame Jensen and Marshall for not working hard on artificial intelligence, and they are all distracted from doing bad things.

Fujiwara Shizuka lying in the dark was lifeless, but there was a pair of bright things facing Wilde, obviously they were eyes.

People with no life in their bodies can still have such bright eyes.

Wilde was not sure what to do, but those eyes were persistent, looking at him firmly, making people feel like they were being named.

Then the slight sound of mosquitoes was ethereal: "Please trouble you."

What can I bother with me?

It is really impossible to treat the disease, and I don’t have enough energy to do it, but I still can see the patient.

Wilde hesitated for a moment, looked back at Kazuo Fujiwara, and finally sat down beside the patient.

As soon as he sat down, he felt a little regretful. The patient in front of him was so weird that he couldn't say it!

This Shizuka is like a little monster!

Except for his head as big as Shizuka, there is no other similarity!

I can't watch Doraemon again in the future!

He could only confirm that this was a woman.

A shriveled woman or girl.

Her fat seemed to have been drained, leaving only a layer of skin.

Moreover, the skin is waxy and has a sense of waxy transparency.

Because she was skinny and bone-skinned, her head was disproportionately huge, and the blue veins on her forehead were clearly visible!

The hair is long but sparse, and it is thin and yellow and sticks to the skin.

Because the cheeks are deep, the eyes look particularly large and the lips turn into a pink slit.

A bit like a zombie version of ET!

If your ears are bigger, it will be very similar to Master Yoda in Star Wars!

She looked at Wilde with wide eyes wide open, then smiled like a white chrysanthemum that was about to wither: "Please trouble you."

Her voice is nice, soft and crisp.

Saying this sentence at this time is undoubtedly an expectation, which puts Wilde on a lot of pressure. He understands that he can't help at all.

If this woman cannot be treated in the hospital, I am afraid that only God can save her.

He couldn't even tell her age.

With his superficial medical knowledge, he could not tell whether she had severe malnutrition or any disease she had.

Leona finally saw Shizuka Fujiwara clearly through the communication pin, and could hear her a little surprised: "Don't get close to this monster, be careful of infection!"

No matter how strong your mind is, this body may not be able to resist the virus.

Wilde has watched old movies, and an extremely powerful alien army invaded the earth, but was wiped out as a result of being infected with ordinary viruses.

He looked back at Kazuo Fujiwara who was still standing at the door, and was also a little nervous.

This guy doesn't come in, don't be really contagious!

But now I immediately stood up and walked out, and I seemed a little cowardly, and I was also very cruel to Shizuka in front of me.

Wilde didn't know what to say, just like that, I looked at her, and she looked back quietly.

For a moment he really suspected that this was a little vampire, and Fujiwara Kazuo put him in and fed her.

Of course this is impossible. Fujiwara Kazuo is not an idiot. He feeds his sister such a difficult person to chew.

Although it was raining in late spring, the temperature was not low. Fujiwara Shizuka covered her with a thick quilt, and her body was as thin as if nothing was inside the quilt.

Wilde suddenly remembered Lu Si's high remarks, which she said by chance when she was talking to someone else on the phone.

She said that everything is excretion in life, talent needs excretion, family affection needs excretion, and love is even more excretion. When you excrete, the world will excretion you too.

And Shizuka Fujiwara seemed to have been sucked dry, waiting to be excreted by this world.

Wilde was very close to her and did not smell the expected strong body odor of the patient who was bedridden for a long time, but he smelled a faint musk-like smell, perhaps from some drug, or more likely the smell emitted by her severe endocrine disorder.

The silence was uncomfortable, Wilde smiled restrainedly. He felt that he had watched it for a long time and should go out and have a good exchange with Fujiwara Kazuo.

He reluctantly gave his own treatment advice: "You should eat more."

Fujiwara Shizuka smiled, revealing her neat little white teeth: "Thank you, can you open the curtains?"

Her tone was strange, her tone was blurry and erratic. For a moment, Wilde felt that she was not talking to anyone, but to the air around her.

Every word she said was dying. If it weren't for the gloss flashing in her eyes, it made people suspect that she might not be able to catch it in the next breath and suddenly died.

Fujiwara Kazuo finally walked in and opened the originally closed curtains.

The wind and rain outside were even more raging, with no sign of weakening, and thunder began to begin.

Spring thunder rolled, lightning flashed one by one, like God's flash.

Shizuka Fujiwara slowly turned her head and looked out the window. After a long time, she said something inexplicable: "Do you think it's really raining?"

A flash of lightning flashed by, and Wilde saw the light in her eyes flashing, her face full of loneliness, and the veins on her forehead became more clearly visible.

If she had been bedridden for a long time, the wind and rain would be as illusory as a rainbow to her, and the world outside the window would have been unreal.

Fujiwara Kazuo did not leave again, and silently knelt behind Wilde.

Shizuka Fujiwara kept looking at Wilde, her eyes looking for something like a camera, recording something, giving him a sense of grabbing, but she didn't feel offended.

Her eyes were still agile, and although her body was extremely weak, there was no sign of the spiritual fire being extinguished.

Perhaps she saw something in Wilde's eyes, she whispered: "My appearance is the right and wrong appearance, why are we separated from all appearances?"

This seemed to be a scripture. Wilde didn't want to mess with her, but he seemed uncooperative without asking, so he could only speak: "Is this a Buddhist scripture?"

Shizuka Fujiwara stared at the ceiling for a while before slowly saying: "This is the Diamond Sutra, which means don't believe everything you see. I am not the real me. Yesterday I was old, tomorrow I don't know what I am. Now I am just an empty shell, so, everything I see is not the truth."
Chapter completed!