On the afternoon of May 1st, Tianyi’s bookstore.

He was sitting behind the desk, flipping through the last voice of a certain unlucky boy during his lifetime.

After a while, he sighed, closed the book, canceled the screensaver of the computer in front of him, typing the keyboard a few times, finally raised his index finger high, and clicked the Enter key.

About less than ten seconds after he finished this, the phone on the table rang, and Tianyi answered, "Who?"

"It's me." The voice of the man opposite sounded like a little boy.

"Oh, Marshal, do you want to report on the situation in the warehouse?" Tian Yi said.

"Hmph... I guess you have already detonated it." The marshal asked.

"No, I didn't detonate. I'm going to hide those bombs in the warehouse for ten or eight years, and start coal mines in the future."

"Even if you are the boss, you can't make me laugh with this level of humor." The Marshal immediately brought the sentence back to the point: "Since the matter here is almost done, I will set off for the gunsmith today to speed up the progress of the project."

Tianyi said: "Yes, I'll let the accountant meet you later and bring you the prototype of fate. It's not available here for the time being. You can take it there and let the gunsmith and warlock take the time to make a few portable improved versions and save the prototype."

"That's it." The other party said this and hung up the phone.

Tianyi put down the phone receiver, stretched his waist, took out another book of Heart from the desk drawer, turned directly to the last page with words, glanced briefly, and a bad smile soon appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He then got up with the book, went to the closet in the corner to find an iron bucket, and walked out of the bookstore.

Outside the door is a deserted street. Tianyi likes such a place because he likes loneliness and quiet time.

He put the bucket at the door of the store, threw Li Wei's book of heart in, then took out a box of matches from the sloppy suit pocket, took out one, ignited it, and threw it into the bucket at will. Soon, a brown smoke rose and spread into the wind.

The book burned to ashes, but he stood there for a long time.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a car stopped at the door of the store, and the people who were waiting for the sky 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, stretched his head slightly 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 were covered with blood, and her fair skin made the blood stain even more eye-catching.

"I am really worthy of being a demon doctor, I admire him." Tianyi smiled satisfied at the driver.

Dr. Stlanzer, wearing a black suit and tie, looked in his fifties, with gray temples and a gorgeously trimmed beard around his mouth, looking like a nineteenth-century British gentlemanly.

"Since the experiment of Type 77 zombie potion has been successful and your goal has been achieved, you should let this child go." Stlanzhe ignored Tianyi's praise.

Tianyi said: "Are you sure you want to release it? She is the first successful experimental product and is very valuable. Don't you want to check the expiration date of the drug and the subsequent side effects?"

Strangzhe 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 for a while and said with a smile: "But, I think it's better to let her die under the influence of the drug. Even if the influence of the zombie potion is removed, she will still retain the memory of this period. This woman is quite naive. When she regained her self-awareness, the memory of cruelly killing others with bare hands is likely to cause her to collapse directly.

Then she became a royal mad woman with a beautiful face, and her future life would be nothing more than a date to marry a close relative of a good family, or commit suicide with scissors in the room.

I know that doctors, you don’t like killing people, but not killing people sometimes does not mean humanitarianism.”

After hearing this, Stlanzhe sighed: "I'm not an executioner. I stopped killing people many years ago." He took out a glass test tube from his shirt pocket: "This is a type 77 neutralizer. You are the boss. How to deal with this child is up to you."

Tianyi took the medicine, shrugged without hesitation, and said to Jiang Yun in the back seat: "Get out."

After hearing Tianyi's voice, Jiang Yun's hollow eyes suddenly reacted. She opened the car door and walked out of the car.

"Come into the bookstore, don't get blood everywhere." Tianyi ordered.

Jiang Yun looked ahead like a voice-controlled robot, and quickly ran into the bookstore, executing every word in Tianyi's mouth meticulously.

"Ji Cheng is in the trunk." Tianyi saw Jiang Jun enter the bookstore and turned to Stirantzhe and said, "Leave him to the consultant and the dark water, they will deal with it."

Strangzer replied, "I understand." He raised the window glass and the car left in the dust.

On the remote street, there was only Tianyi and one person left for a moment. He glanced at the test tube in his hand, smiled, and threw it into the sewer on the street.

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May 13th, it was Friday.

For Zuodao, it might be a black Friday.

It was the time when the weather was getting warmer, but this guy was wearing a long black windbreaker, a black hat, a long white scarf around his neck, a straight black suit and sunglasses.

He actually cut off his ponytail, took a buzz cut, walked into the lobby of the city police station with a heroic look, raised his chest and raised his head, spread his arms, and whistled loudly: "I want to surrender!!!!"

The police were shocked at that time. Is this guy sick?

At this time, the intelligent surveillance camera in the hall captured the face of the left Dao facing the sky, automatically scanned and started it. The computer compared its facial features with the data in the database. Two seconds later, the police station issued an alarm like an apostle attacking the third new Tokyo city.

"Discovering high-level wanted criminals, the target is extremely dangerous, warning! The target is extremely dangerous!" The radio rang.

This time, the police uncles reacted quickly. They took out their guns and surrounded the left path, "Hold your head with both hands! Kneel down!" They were obviously very close, but they yelled like killing pigs.

Zuo Dao didn't want to be shot, so he did as soon as he touched the ground, and two strong men rushed over from behind, and handcuffed him in lightning.

When I took off my sunglasses, I saw that everyone on Zuo Dao was crazy. Although he changed his hairstyle, no one didn't know him.

Zuo Dao's face is now in the minds of the people of Long County, like Washington printed on US dollars, and it turns into gray. In the past ten days, Zuo Dao's photos have been seen everywhere in streets, alleys, toilets, stations, supermarkets, advertising bars, telephone poles. In the past, the advertisements were inserted in TV series, but now Zuo Dao's wanted orders are broadcast.
Chapter completed!