On the afternoon of May 1st, Tianyi’s bookstore.
He was sitting behind the desk, reading through the last words of a certain wretch.
After a while, he sighed, closed the book, canceled the screensaver on the computer in front of him, tapped the keyboard a few times, and finally raised his index finger and clicked the Enter key.
Probably less than ten seconds after he finished doing this, the phone on the table rang. Tianyi picked it up and said, "Who is this?"
"It's me." The voice of the man opposite sounded like a little boy.
"Oh, Marshal, do you want to report the situation in the warehouse?" Tian Yi said.
"Hmph... Listening to this, you must have detonated it." The marshal asked.
"No, I didn't detonate them. I plan to hide those bombs under the warehouse for ten or eight years and open coal mines in the future."
"Even if you were the boss, you wouldn't be able to make me laugh with this level of sense of humor." The marshal then brought the topic back to the topic: "Now that things are settled here, I will leave for the gunsmith today. Speed up the progress of the project.”
Tian Yiyi said: "Okay, I will ask the accountant to meet you later and deliver the prototype of Destiny to you. It will not be used here for the time being. You can take it there along the way and let the gunsmith and warlock take the time to make a few portable improved versions. Yes, save the prototype."
"That's it." The other party said this and hung up the phone.
Tianyi put down the phone receiver, stretched out, took out another book of the heart from the desk drawer, turned directly to the last page with words, glanced at it briefly, and a wicked smile quickly appeared on the corner of his mouth. smile.
He immediately stood up with the book, went to the corner closet to dig out an iron bucket, and walked out of the bookstore.
Outside the door is a deserted small street. Tianyi likes places like this because he likes solitude and quiet time.
Put the bucket at the door of the store, throw Levi's Book of Hearts in, then take out a box of matches from the pocket of the sloppy suit, take out one, light it, and throw it into the bucket casually. Soon, a brown smell The smoke rose and dispersed into the wind.
The book burned to ashes, but he stood there for a long time.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a car parked in front of the store, and the person Tianyi was waiting for finally arrived.
He walked to the driver's seat, and the driver had lowered the window.
Tianyi supported the lower edge of the car window with his elbow, tilted his head slightly and stretched inward, and looked at the back seat. Jiang Yun was sitting in the back seat, with a cold expression and empty eyes. Her face, hands, and clothes It was covered in blood, and the white skin made the blood stains even more blinking.
"You are indeed a magic doctor, I admire you." Tianyi smiled with satisfaction towards the driver.
Dr. Stranger was wearing a black suit and tie. He looked to be in his fifties, with gray temples and a beautifully trimmed beard around his mouth. He looked like a nineteenth-century British gentleman.
"Now that the experiment on Type 77 Zombie Potion has been successful and your goal has been achieved, you should let this kid go." Stranger ignored Tianyi's compliment.
Tian Yiyi: "Are you sure you want to release her? She is the first successful experimental product and is very valuable. Don't you want to see the expiration date of the medicine and the subsequent side effects?"
Strange said: "The laboratory already has her serum samples and experimental data. As long as you agree, I will inject a neutralizer and send her home."
Tianyi thought about it and said with a smile: "However, I think it would be better to let her die under the influence of the drug. Even if the influence of the zombie drug is removed, she will still retain the memory of this period. This woman is quite naive. For a person, when she regains her self-consciousness, the memory of brutally killing others with her bare hands is likely to cause her to have a mental breakdown.
Then she will become a crazy royal woman with a pretty face, and her future life will be nothing more than marrying a well-matched close relative, or committing suicide with scissors in the room.
I know, doctor, you don’t like killing people, but not killing people sometimes does not represent humanity. "
After hearing this, Strange sighed: "I am not an executioner. I stopped killing people many years ago." He took out a glass test tube from his coat pocket: "This is the type 77 neutralizer. , you are the boss, it is up to you to decide how to deal with this child."
Tianyi took the potion, shrugged noncommittally, and said to Jiang Yun in the back seat, "Get out of the car."
Jiang Yun's empty eyes suddenly reacted after hearing Tianyi's voice. She opened the car door and got out of the car.
"Go into the bookstore quickly, don't get blood everywhere." Tianyi ordered.
Like a voice-controlled robot, Jiang Yun looked ahead and quickly ran into the bookstore, executing every word that Tian said completely and meticulously.
"Ji Cheng is in the trunk." When Tianyi saw Jiang Yun enter the bookstore, he turned back to Stranger and said: "Leave him to the consultant and Anshui, they will take care of it."
Stranger responded: "Understood." He raised the window glass and the car drove away.
Tianyi was the only one left on the deserted street for a while. He looked at the test tube in his hand, smiled, and threw it into the sewer on the street.
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May 13th, that was a Friday.
For Zuo Dao, it may be a Black Friday.
The weather was getting warmer, but this guy was wearing a long black trench coat, a black hat, a long white scarf around his neck, a crisp black suit underneath, and sunglasses.
He actually cut off his ponytail, got a haircut, walked into the lobby of the city police station heroically, raised his chest and raised his head, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "I want to surrender!!!!"
The police were shocked at that time. Is this guy sick
At this time, the smart surveillance camera in the lobby captured Zuo Dao's face looking up to the sky, and the automatic scan started. The computer compared his facial features with the information in the database. Two seconds later, the police station issued a message: Apostle Attack Third New Tokyo A city-like siren.
"A high-level wanted criminal has been found. The target is extremely dangerous. Warning! The target is extremely dangerous!" the radio rang.
This time, the police officers reacted very quickly. Those who were close took out their guns and surrounded Zuo Dao. "Hold your head with your hands! Kneel down!" Even though they were very close, they roared like a pig being slaughtered.
Zuo Dao didn't want to get shot, so he immediately followed the instructions. As soon as his knees touched the ground, two strong men rushed up from behind and cuffed him as fast as lightning.
When he took off his sunglasses, everyone who saw Zuo Dao went crazy. Although he changed his hairstyle, no one didn't recognize him.
Zuo Dao's face, in the minds of the people of Long County, is like Washington printed on the U.S. dollar, turning into gray and everyone recognizes it. In the past ten days, photos of the wrong path have been seen everywhere in the streets, alleys, toilet corners, stations, supermarkets, advertising boards, and telephone poles. In the past, advertisements were inserted in TV dramas, but now they are showing wanted posters for the wrongdoers on a rolling basis.
He was pressed into the cell, and before the stool was warm, someone came to take him away. Zuo Dao basically understood in his heart that looking at this situation, it goes without saying that he would definitely not be able to enjoy any normal interrogation, trial, and trial procedures, and he would not be able to enjoy those crazy terrorists, extremely perverted sociopaths, and dangerous ability users. Likewise, the next time Hell Island floats, it will be the day he enters.
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