Extra. Fu Yuanju

Snow fell in Lin Cheng.

Fu Yuanju stood in front of the ruins, his expression silent.

Beside him stood a gray-haired researcher with a black box in his hand and said tremblingly, "No signs of life—"

Fu Yuanju turned his head, and his gaze fell on him.

His eyes were extremely dark, the flames in his hands jumped, his eyebrows were heavy and sharp, and the researcher was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he could barely hold the box.

He shook his hand and tapped the box: "Really...... It's really undetectable, self-destruct mode is activated, and no one can survive-"

The fireball in Fu Yuanju's hand slammed over.

The researcher's clothes burned all at once, and he cried out in panic, "You, you're a good person, you you can't kill—"

Good?

Fu Yuanju suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the old researcher's collar suddenly, and threw him to the ruins.

He bent down, his fingers suddenly pinching the old researcher's neck, "You should know better than I am whether I am human or not. ”

In this research institute, apart from the madmen, there are only monsters.

The old researcher's breath suddenly became unbreathing, and he flapped his arms and threatened with difficulty: "You...... You can't kill me......"

He had already begun to roll his eyes: "If you kill me, you will also have a genetic collapse sooner or later...... Crash and die...... I can, I can research ......"

"After more than ten years of hard work, you have only researched another monster."

Fu Yuanju didn't give the old researcher a chance to speak again, and suddenly tightened his fingers.

The old researcher's eyes bulged out, and his head tilted to one side, no longer breathing.

Fu Yuanju took the detector from his hand, he looked down at the data on it, and then his expression froze.

He raised his hand and slammed it to the ground.

The detector fell apart all at once.

"Liar." Fu Yuanju said.

He bent down, his fingers falling to the rubble, and little by little he picked up the rubble. His voice was low: "She won't die, how can she die-"

The four fields are vast, and the ruins seem to be boundless, and there is no way out.

Fu Yuanju pushed aside one piece of ruin, staggering forward.

The snow was already a little big, his vision was a little blurred, vaguely as if he saw a person, he stretched out his hand, but only felt a piece of coldness, and snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand.

Fu Yuanju covered his face: "Sister." ”

He crouched down and curled up in the rubble, the snow falling and staining everything white.

Fourteen years ago, he escaped from the Institute, killed the supermarket owner, and stepped into hell.

It was the man who brought him out, gave him love and tenderness, and soothed half of his life's anger.

Seven years ago, he designed a set, fighting for a wound in exchange for the man's mercy.

He thought that he had been displaced for half his life, and that he had finally found stability. He had thought he would have countless days to put the ring on her tail finger.

But he didn't have anything, he couldn't find her, he couldn't even find her body, he couldn't take her home.

The snow was heavy, covering the ruins, leaving only a white patch.

Nearly the end of the year, lanterns were hung in Lin Cheng, and everyone was nested in the house. In a sea of joy, no one knew what the snow covered, and no one knew that someone knelt in front of the ruins and spent the whole winter night.

It was only in the morning of the next day that someone reported the matter to the city lord, and the ruins were cleared, and a corpse was seen.

The corpse was frosty and snowy, and his hands were dripping with blood.