Chapter 4337

Vera is dead.

Long Tianqi sat with Vera's body for a night. The next day, he looked at the scarred dragon house and the corpses carried out in the backyard, and made a major decision.

After that, it was soon revealed that something was going on in the lab.

At this time, it was clear to all that there was a terrorist organization in the PT laboratory. This incident was the work of this Pt laboratory.

With the help of [good Samaritans], the forces of all sides united to find the position of Pt laboratory and prepare to break in by force. However, the military strength of the laboratory itself was very strong, and the attack failed. It soon fell into a stalemate in the war.

Later, it was the yuan family who came back from abroad and united with foreign forces to usher in a new turn in the war.

PT lab is still broken.

In the fierce battle between the two sides, a figure as fast as lightning, breaking through many obstacles appeared in Zhang Ya's office.

"All the gods are killed." Zhang Ya didn't feel surprised when she saw that she was holding her chin in both hands and smiling at the corners of her mouth.

The visitor glared at her with sullen eyes, his hands hanging to his side and his gun in his hands.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhang Ya slightly tilted his head and said, "I heard that you have been mute all the time. Only in the treatment of famous doctors in the past two years, you can barely speak."

"Is it true?" Zhang Ya asked.

There's nothing to tell her. Someone raises his hand and points a gun at Zhang Ya.

"Everyone wants to kill me. You are the first one to get here." Zhang Ya looked at the man with a little praise in his eyes: "well, give me a reason, do you want to be a hero, or for the sky high reward?"

"Ah Ke, dead." The man looked at Zhang Ya and said, "you killed my sister."

“……” Zhang Ya's smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly stiff. At last, he nodded and said, "it's a good reason."

"Damn you." The man's hand was shaking slightly.

His sister, who was inseparable from his childhood, died in this premeditated and meaningless killing.

How can he be reconciled!

"For good reason, I can't die yet." Zhang Ya's hand reached to the button on the desk: "sorry."

She can't die when she doesn't see the world she wants to see.

Watching Zhang Ya press the button, the visitor would like to pull the trigger, but found that his body can not move.

He couldn't believe looking at Zhang Ya, what happened, why his body was not controlled.

"From the first step into this lab, you've taken a pheromone." Zhang Ya tilted his head and asked, "can you understand pheromone?" Seeing the man staring at her fiercely, Zhang Ya shook his head and went to him and said, "in a word, your nerves and senses are paralyzed. It is almost impossible to break away from this powerful mental control. If you break through, you will die

Before Zhang Ya finished her words, she felt a pain in her chest. She could not believe that she looked down at her chest. A blood hole appeared there. She raised her head to look at the eyes full of hatred and the smoking gun in his hand.

In the moment of intense pain, Zhang Yaquan was lying on his back with blood spilling from his mouth.

At the same time, the man's body also fell back. He finally avenged his sister before he died.

Zhang Ya's eyes were wide and the pain was eating into every inch of her nerves.

I'm not willing to

She hasn't seen the world she wants to see. She is not willing to

The world in front of her gradually blurred and became clear again. Zhang Ya felt that her soul was floating in the air.

She saw the devastated world and saw a new round of war.

Her sad discovery is that bullying has never disappeared, even in a new world full of mutants, even if everyone is a genius.

What's the point of doing it yourself

In vain, everything is in vain

"Amitabha..." The voice of the old monk reappeared in her mind: "are you sorry?"

"I regret..." Zhang Ya's tone is despairing, and Yi Lanyou's figure reappears in his mind. Maybe he was wrong at the beginning.

Live a lifetime, many years wrong.

"Amitabha, good and good." The old monk's voice was full of emotion: "it's time..."

At this moment, he has been waiting for a long time.

……

The white fog shrouded the world and wrapped up Zhang Ya.

The pain seems to be gradually disappearing, replaced by a very comfortable feeling.

The first recovery is visual consciousness, eyelids did not open, but she seems to see a faint red, instinctive, she knew it was light.

Then, as if other senses were gradually restored, Zhang Ya slowly opened his heavy eyelids. What entered his eyes was the snow-white ceiling, and the wind chimes in the window were jingling.She put her hands on the edge of the bed, slowly sat up, looked around, and saw her white haired self in the mirror.

It seems that she had a particularly bad dream. What she dreamed of in the dream, she could not remember, and it made her feel a little uncomfortable.

It was the first time that she had such a dream for so many years. Slowly out of bed, Zhang Ya heard a melodious violin sound under the window and moved her steps. She walked slowly to the window and leaned against the window. She saw the luxuriant trees under the window. The sunlight penetrated through the leaves and sprinkled the light under the trees.

The man under the tree had gray hair, but his waist was still very straight. He put his violin on his shoulder and neck, and crossed it with his bow. His posture was very modeling.

The music played out is also commendable.

At the end of the song, his grandson clapped his hands and praised his grandfather's piano skills.

With the praise of his grandson, the man didn't take it seriously. He raised his head to the smiling eyes of the man by the window upstairs. For a moment, he even blushed and became shy.

Zhang Ya quietly looked at the people downstairs, people downstairs also looked up at her with a smile.

At this glance, it seems to go back to a long time ago.

At that time, they were still students. In the sun, she looked at him and chuckled, and he looked at her with a smile.

After a long time, the man turned his head and, at the request of his grandson, put the bow on the string again.

Watching the man playing in the shade, Zhang Ya listened with his head on his side.

Sure enough, the man looks much more handsome with his bow and neck in his hand than when he is holding a gun.

During the lunch break, the dim dream was blown by the wind, accompanied by the jingling sound of the wind chime, and went away by the elegant sound of the violin, as if it had never existed before. There is no world of ilanyu. 】