The matter finally came to an end. 434 was turned off. When it was turned on again, the chip was urgently taken away by Dr. Li. The data obtained for the fourth exploration were all dictated by Lin Zhan after it came out, and the content was not stored. The complete data was in the chip.

The ten blood brought back are being extracted. Because the orc blood has been taken, one of the orc blood has been removed. The other nine things will take several days to process.

Wang Yao took the time to do a physical test, which was higher than the 25 times the strength standard of adult males. The giant orc added four times the strength of ordinary people to him. In terms of physical fitness alone, he was already in level 8.

The black horniness also increased slightly, but he didn't have time to test it.

A lot of things happened during this period. The committee team sent a message to Wang Yao. C7 District transferred someone to take over the position of Lin Zhan’s external office and the leader of the disaster handling office. As Orange of 07, Wang Yao also participated in the video conference. The new team leader is a thin middle-aged man. Unlike Lin Zhan’s calmness, Wang Yao felt the coldness emitting from his body, named Li Jianjun.

While Wang Yao was paying attention to him, he was also paying attention to Wang Yao. For some reason, Wang Yao noticed the hostility in his eyes. His brows frowned slightly and then stretched out again. It was unreasonable to meet him for the first time. And even if... what can I do to me?

The next morning, the staff came to Wang Yao and the indigenous person he brought back had new information. Wang Yao ignored it because he had something important to do now.

...

Beijing-Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery

The sky is gloomy and the continuous drizzle brings a hint of coolness to early spring. It has just passed mid-March and the dead trees have not yet produced green buds.

The drizzle makes this quiet place hazy, and the colors here become monotonous before spring has begun. The gray area seems to have become a black and white photo.

Deep in the cemetery, a coffin was slowly placed into the tomb chamber.

There were more than a dozen black suit figures standing around. They stood silently. The scene was so cold.

There are more than ten days before Qingming Festival, but the drizzle has already started.

A young man with a plain face and a handsome and angular face stood at the end of everyone. He quietly watched Lin Zhan's coffin was placed in the tomb chamber.

The raindrops of the cow fell on the black hair and shoulders, turning into a drop of tiny drops of water.

The coffin is covered with the national flag, and the red and yellow colors dilute the monotonous colors here.

Some soil slid down and fell on the spotless flag banner.

I met Lin Zhan, and basically everyone who could come here was here. Wang Yao saw many familiar people.

He Ying in a black professional dress. This woman has no makeup on her. Her bare face and slightly pale lips make her look less sexy and more sensual.

Zhang Qing, who was slightly shorter, stood beside her, her black hair tied into a ponytail and her lips were pursed tightly.

There are also some other people. Dr. Li, the newly transferred team leader Li Jianjun, others who don’t know each other.

The coffin is a tomb of clothes and clothes. Because Lin Zhan died in 434, there were items from Lin Zhan’s life.

People on both sides picked up shovels inserted into the mound, shoveled up the soft mud and poured it on the coffin.

"etc."

Dr. Li stood up and called out to the two of them.

Under the eyes, his thin and wrinkled hands reached into his pocket, took out a chip the size of a fingernail, and slowly stepped forward to the edge of the tomb pit.

The chips drifted across the arc and fell on the Jinbu flag.

"Continue." Dr. Li turned around and walked back to his original position. Wang Yao saw that he looked older than he had been a few days ago.

The soil piled on both sides gradually decreased, and the tomb pit was gradually filled. After more than ten minutes, a mound appeared in place.

The first move was Dr. Li. He walked forward, took off a flower from his left chest pocket, bent over and placed it on the mound.

People scattered around walked forward one after another and placed the flowers on the mound.

Wang Yao was the last one. He put down the flowers and stared at Lin Zhan’s tombstone for a long time and retreated to the side.

Lin Zhan has no relatives. The funeral ends at this point. The two or three guests who attended the funeral were together and talked in a low voice. Wang Yao was far away from them and seemed a little out of the way. He was avoiding the whispers about Lin Station.

Wang Yao suddenly felt something and turned to look at the path outside the dead tree.

A black car parked there. The rear seat window slowly rose and closed. The car started and left. It seemed that it was also here to participate in the funeral, but for some reason it did not show up.

Zhang Qing was also in that position. She thought Wang Yao was looking at her, so she said something to He Ying beside her and walked over.

Zhang Qing came to her side, her eyes red and seemed to have cried.

"I still can't believe that Uncle Lin died like this."

"Yes, I thought I would die in front of him." This was a few times in my throat, but I couldn't say it. Wang Yao turned around and said, "Everyone will die."

"Sorry." Perhaps thinking of Wang Yao's situation, Zhang Qing lowered her head and apologized.

If it weren't for Xiao Wu, Wang Yao would have died in 434 with Lin Zhan.

Wang Yao said nothing. The two people standing side by side were silent.

The rest of the people dispersed one after another. He Ying looked here and left. For a moment, the cemetery became deserted.

After a long silence, Wang Yao said indifferently: "I'll send you back to District 7."

"No need, I'll take a day off today." Zhang Qing brushed off the hair that fell on her forehead, and many crystal small water droplets were stained on her head. Qianran smiled and pointed.

Wang Yao didn't hear the deeper meaning, or heard it, but pretended not to understand: "Then separate, I'm going home."

Zhang Qing looked gloomy: "I...send you back?"

"No need..." Wang Yao, who wanted to refuse, suddenly changed his mind.

"good."

Bang—

The car door was closed, blocking the drizzle outside. The wiper was opened and shaking left and right. Zhang Qing left the parking space and left the main entrance of the cemetery.

Driving on an open road, the car was a little boring. Zhang Qing took the initiative to raise the topic: "You have changed a lot recently."

“Many people say that.”

Wang Yao also found the fact that his temperament became increasingly cold. But he did not intend to change it.

For the next two hours, the car remained awkwardly quiet.

The car parked at the entrance of the community, and Wang Yao was about to get off. Zhang Qing suddenly said, "You don't want to live in another place."

"I'm used to staying here." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yao spoke. After saying that, he was stunned. He suddenly realized that his feelings for Alesha were fading away with time.

Pushing open the car door and looking up at the sky, the cloudy and hazy sky is a bit like a foggy world, but it is not.

"Wang Yao?" Zhang Qing leaned over and looked at Wang Yao standing in front of the car door with concern.

Wang Yao came to his senses and closed the car door.

"Go back." He said to Zhang Qing.
Chapter completed!