Elaine is dead.

Zhang Ya knows that she still owes her a truth and an apology, but she has no chance.

Out of the humanitarian spirit, the police still set up a tombstone for Ilan you, which is located in the public cemetery of Z city.

This is the second time Zhang Ya came out after entering the laboratory. The last time Dr. ye, who brought her to the laboratory, passed away. She attended the funeral and saw Dr. Ye's granddaughter, whose heart was not good. According to Dr. Ye's will, Zhang Ya took over the laboratory and all Dr. Ye's property, and also took over Dr. Ye's granddaughter, Fei Jiayang.

Zhang Ya is not interested in money. She cares more about the experimental data in the laboratory.

Therefore, Zhang Ya left all his money to Fei Jiayang. Unfortunately, Fei Jiayang was a poor man.

One night the next year after Dr. Ye died, Fei Jiayang died of heart failure.

Fei Jiayang's death was sudden and painless. From another point of view, he was lucky.

The money, after a circle, returned to Zhang Ya's hand.

That's a far cry.

At this time, Zhang Ya, who left the laboratory for the second time, stood in front of the tombstone with a bunch of baibaibaihe, looking at the photos on the tombstone. He couldn't tell what it was like.

He sighed heavily and put down the bouquet in his hand.

I'm sorry, choked in her throat. I can't say it and I can't swallow it back. It's hard.

"Amitabha." An old man's voice appeared behind Zhang Ya.

Looking back, Zhang Ya saw a bald monk. He was wearing a robe and a string of beads in his hand. He was saying something in his mouth.

"Master, you know the dead man." Zhang Ya asked the old monk.

"Yes, I don't know." The old monk talks to God.

“……” Zhang Ya didn't say anything more when he heard the voice. He just looked back at the photo on the tombstone and turned around to leave.

"Benefactor Cheng." The old monk stopped Zhang Ya.

"Cheng? Who are you calling again Zhang Ya asked the old monk.

"Naturally, I'm calling for you." The old monk looked at Zhang Ya and said with a smile.

"My surname is Zhang, not Cheng." Zhang Ya looked at the old monk and said.

"You are not Cheng yet." Said the old monk.

“……” Zhang Ya couldn't understand the old monk's words: "what can I do for you?"

"I just want to ask you, benefactor, are you sorry?" Asked the old monk.

"Regret?" Zhang Ya slightly frowned: "no regrets, what can be regretted?"

"Amitabha." The old monk bowed to Zhang Ya: "benefactor, go slowly."

“……” Looking at the old monk, Zhang Ya felt puzzled. Where did this crazy monk come from?

The old monk looked at Zhang Ya's back. After Zhang Ya had gone far away, he looked back at the picture on the tombstone and sighed, "it's not time..."

A gust of wind, the old monk in front of the tombstone disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

After returning from the cemetery, Zhang Ya once again put himself into the experiment.

Three days after the experiment was successful.

"We need to make a small sample of the experiment."

"What is a small range?"

"At present, we don't know what side effects this drug will have. If it is used rashly, it may cause more damage."

"These are the prices that must be paid for the progress of all mankind!"

“……”

……

The old and the new are quarrelling and chattering.

Zhang Ya sat in the first place, which originally belonged to Dr. ye, and quietly watched the quarrel between the two sides.

Finally, after everyone had finished quarreling, everyone looked at Zhang Ya and waited for her final decision.

Zhang Ya opened his mouth and was about to reply when he immediately recalled the old monk's words.

"Benefactor, are you sorry?"

What can I regret?

Zhang Ya frowned and said, "the samples will be sent out, starting from Z city."

"Yes With Zhang Ya's instruction, the plan was finally finalized.

The samples were quickly sent to a hospital in Z city. At an uncontrollable speed, the unknown poison spread rapidly in Z City, and soon spread to the surrounding cities in the form of human to human.

The emergence of a high mortality rate makes all people panic, and then comes the rare mutant human body.

The agility and learning ability of these mutated human bodies are excellent. Before we know what's going on, this kind of poison has already swept the whole country of Z, and then spread all over the world.

"This experiment must be terminated!" When long Tianqi returned to the laboratory again, he glared at Zhang Ya with a gloomy face."Is it too late for the dragon master to ask for this again?" Zhang Ya said with a sneer: "I haven't congratulated the Dragon Master yet. Is it good to take over the dragon family? What's the taste of vengeance? "

"You Long Tianqi bit his teeth.

"Without the help of the dragon master, I have solved all your enemies. Do you think this investment is very cost-effective?" Zhang Ya looks at long Zi Che to ask.

"You killed my grandfather." Long Tianqi grabbed Zhang Ya's collar.

"The old owner of the dragon family is very old, but he can't resist the genetic variation, which is also a helpless thing." Zhang Ya's tone of Indifference: "the dragon family leader should have thought of this day, shouldn't he?"

"I'll kill you!" Long Tianqi has scarlet eyes.

"Hard." Zhang Ya said: "dragon master, if I die, then none of the remaining people will survive."

“……” Long Tianqi's hand is shaking.

"To be honest, I haven't developed an antidote, but that doesn't mean I don't have the strength to work out an antidote." Zhang Ya said: "it depends on whether the Dragon Master is willing to gamble once."

"even if the antidote is developed, my grandfather will not survive." The voice of the Dragon trembled.

"But your little aunt has a chance to live, doesn't she?" Zhang Ya said, "Vera has already had a high fever."

“……” Hearing Zhang Ya's words, long Tianqi's eyes coagulated. Finally, long Tianqi loosened Zhang Ya's collar and said in a cold voice, "you'd better work out an antidote before Vera's accident, or I'll pay for it with your life

"Ha ha." Zhang Ya smiles as long Tianqi leaves.

What is the antidote?

She never thought about developing an antidote.

She's fed up with being alone. She's so special all over the world.

It would be great if everyone in the world was special.

Great.

"Benefactor, are you sorry?"

The voice of the old monk once again appeared in Zhang Ya's mind.

"There's no regret for falling." Zhang Ya'an murmured, his hand pinched into a fist at the side of his body. After all these years of bullying, she is fed up with it.