Chapter 231: Repent, repent to fate
"Last words?" Tian Tao's voice was filled with confusion and confusion.
“Another dead person?” His tone increased, mixed with surprise and suspicion.
“Another one?!!” Tian Tao’s voice became sharp, full of undisguised horror.
Tian Tao felt chills all over his body. He stared at Chen Ya in horror and said in a trembling voice:
"What do you mean? What's wrong with Division Chief Chang Wei? No, Chen Ya, are you dead now or not?"
Tian Tao jumped up as if there were springs under his feet and stretched out his arms. Holding Chen Ya in his arms, he felt the slight warmth coming from the latter's body.
He felt a little relieved, but in the next moment, he was even more frightened and angry: "You are not dead, then who is that corpse in the incineration room? Who is causing trouble, is it Feng Mu?!"
Chen Ya allowed Tian Tao to hug her, but her feet remained motionless. She turned off the phone with two fingers without any panic, and then gently threw it on the bed.
The whole movement was indescribably calm and elegant. Then, he made a "shush" gesture towards Tian Tao and said seriously:
"Don't scream, keep your voice down, you have to be ethical when it comes to killing people, and you shouldn't disturb other people's sleep or work."
Tian Tao exerted his strength in both arms, and the muscles all over his body made a creaking sound. , he used this move to pick up the prisoner alive and break him into two parts.
However, Chen Ya, who seemed to be standing there lightly and without using any strength, remained motionless. Even though the blood vessels on Tian Tao's arms were bulging fiercely, he did not appear any strange, and even the prison uniform did not appear. No wrinkles at all.
It was as if there was an invisible layer of energy separating the two of them, and they were like evil spirits who were not harmed by physics.
Tian Tao hugged Chen Ya tightly in his arms. His throat was as dry as sandpaper. His voice unconsciously raised a few degrees, and with a desperate tremor, he lost his voice:
"No, you are already dead, but the person who killed you was Feng Mu. Did you find the wrong person?"
Chen Ya shook his body and Tian Tao was shaken away, and his whole body seemed to have lost weight. , flew out upside down and hit the wall hard.
But the strange thing is that Tian Tao clearly felt that he was about to be knocked apart, but the wall did not make any sound. He was like a piece of clothing hanging on the wall, sliding silently to the ground. .
Just when Tian Tao was about to fall and turn over the chair, Chen Ya waved his hand lightly, and a thin invisible needle and thread shot out, gently wrapped around the legs of the chair, and pulled the chair over. The chair pulled back.
Then, Chen Ya pointed at random, and another silver needle seemed to be guided by invisible fingers, turned around and inserted into Tian Tao's throat, blocking his screams. In the throat.
Chen Ya slowly walked to Tian Tao, whose face was full of horror and confusion.
Chen Ya looked down at him, with an unquestionable seriousness in his tone:
"Tian Tao, you have lived a rude and unreasonable life all your life. Tonight, Before you die, I hope you can realize something and talk about your morality. , finish what you should do quietly, without disturbing anyone."
Tian Tao stared at Chen Ya in horror, he could feel the gap in strength between the two. This insurmountable gap is like the gap between humans and ghosts, which is despairing.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door. The door was only slightly ajar and not locked. Anyone could easily open it from the outside with a slight push.
Tian Tao's eyes were fixed on the door, as if silently praying for someone to push the door open, no matter who it was.
Chen Ya didn't lock the door, and didn't even look back at the door. She just said calmly: "No one will come in without a sharp eye, because they are all afraid of you."
Tian Tao's soul fell into the icy abyss, and the faint light of hope in his eyes was frozen and extinguished. His mouth opened and closed silently, making feeble ahhhh sounds.
Chen Ya, like Feng Mu, is a kind person who is willing to give others a chance to speak.
He casually took off the silver needle from Tian Tao's throat and said seriously: "Don't disturb others." Tian Tao did not dare to shout, so he could only lower his voice and asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice: " What do you want me to do?”
Chen Ya's face was solemn, and his voice was low and distant, as if he was presiding over some kind of sacred ceremony: "Repent, repent to your fate!"
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< br>In a street-facing restaurant near the Fourth Hospital, in a warm private room, Feng Ju's family of three sat around the dining table, and everyone had complicated thoughts.
Feng Ju has completed the discharge procedures and put on the uniform of the patrol room again. Under the straight uniform, a lost right arm is extremely eye-catching.
This arm is made of hard black alloy. Complex gears and micro motors are hidden at the elbow joint of the robotic arm.
On the inside of the arm are rows of precision circuit boards and wires. They are intertwined and woven like nerves, connected to the motor, and providing a steady stream of energy to the arm.
The outside of the arm is coated with a smooth nano-coating, which makes the entire arm reflect a breathtaking sheen under the light.
There is also a line of markings engraved on the coating: God Arms CX-27 Predator Prosthetic Leg.
Feng Ju sighed softly, with a trace of emotion that could not be concealed in his voice: "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to regain my arm."
He moved his wrist gently, and the five fingers flexibly switched forms under his will, showing different functions - melee form, long-range form, and daily form.
Every switch is as smooth as magic, demonstrating the brilliant achievements of technology that are unimaginable to the people in the lower city.
Feng Ju was immersed in his emotions for a moment, and then shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, it is not equipped with artificial skin, so it looks a bit scary when exposed."
Feng Yuhuai's eyes tightened Following the mechanical arm that contained the aesthetics of science fiction and violence, her face stiffened slightly, and she forced an unnatural smile and asked:
"Indeed, then why not install a simulated skin? ”
Feng Ju sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"The commissioner explained that human artificial skin is a strictly controlled prohibited item and is strictly prohibited from being circulated to the city. Even he can't do anything about it. Get it.”
Feng Yuhuai couldn’t help but sigh in his heart when he heard this. , thinking to herself:
"Can such a powerful mechanical prosthetic limb be transported in, but unable to get a thin layer of artificial skin?"
Wang Xiuli doesn't care about artificial skin or not. She was both happy and worried for her husband and asked:
"It must cost a lot for the special commissioner to install mechanical prosthetics for you. Will you be asked to do anything dangerous from now on?"
The joy on Feng Ju's face also faded a little, and he was displeased. He glared at Wang Xiuli and snorted coldly: "Don't ask about the patrol room."
Wang Xiuli Not daring to ask any more questions, he added: "It's such a happy thing to be discharged from the hospital. Is there really no need to call Xiao Mu?"
Feng Ju's face became even colder and he said angrily: "Why did you call him here? Don't follow me. Mention this traitor."
When Wang Xiuli saw that her husband was angry, she silently shut her mouth, not daring to get into trouble again.
At this time, Feng Yuhuai was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of a text message on his cell phone.
She turned on her phone, and a text message came into her eyes unexpectedly, which almost made her hair explode.
The sender of the text message is a garbled string of numbers and letters, and the content of the text message is: The game has started, the remaining countdown...
(End of this chapter)
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