The matter has finally come to an end. 434 was closed. I don't know when it will be turned on again. The chip was eagerly taken away by Dr. Lee. The data obtained from the fourth exploration were all dictated by Lin Zhan after they came out, and there was not one in ten contents. The entire data is in the chip.

The 10 pieces of blood that were brought back are being extracted. Because the orc blood had been ingested, one of the orc blood was removed. The remaining nine will take a few days to process.

Wang Yao took the time to do a physical test, which was higher than the standard of 25 times the strength of an adult male. That giant orc gave him four times the strength of ordinary people at once. In terms of physical fitness alone, he is already in the middle of the 8th grade.

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

A lot has happened in the meantime. The committee group sent a message of condolences to Wang Yao. A person from District C7 was transferred to take over the positions of head of Lin Zhan's external office and head of the disaster management office. As 07 Orange, Wang Yao also participated in the video conference. The new team leader is a slender middle-aged man, different from Lin Zhan's calmness, Wang Yao feels the coldness emanating from him, his name is Li Jianjun.

While Wang Yao was paying attention to him, he was also paying attention to Wang Yao. For some reason, Wang Yao sensed the hostility in his gaze. His brow furrowed slightly, and then he stretched it out again. There's no reason to be hostile to yourself when you meet for the first time, and even if you do...... What can I do?

Early the next morning, the staff found Wang Yao, and the aboriginal he brought back had new information. Wang Yao didn't pay attention to it, because he had something important to do now.

……

Beijing-Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery

The sky was overcast, and the continuous drizzle brought a hint of coolness to the early spring. It's just past the middle of March, and the dead trees have not yet sprouted green shoots.

The drizzle darkens this quiet place, and the unsettled spring color makes the colors monotonous, and the gray seems to be a black and white photograph.

Deep in the cemetery, a coffin was slowly lowered into the burial chamber.

There were more than a dozen figures in black suits around them. They stood. Silent. The scene was cold.

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

A young man with a flat face and a handsome and angular face stood at the back of everyone, quietly watching the coffin belonging to Lin Zhan put into the tomb.

As thin as Niu Hao's rain, it fell on the black hair and shoulders, turning into tiny droplets.

The coffin was draped in the national flag, and the red and yellow colors diluted a bit of the monotonous color here.

Some mud slipped. Fall on a spotless brocade cloth of the national flag.

I knew Lin Zhan, and the people who could come were basically here. Wang Yao saw a lot of familiar people.

He Ying in a black professional dress and skirt. This woman has no makeup, and her no makeup and slightly pale lips make her look a little less sexy and a little more sensual.

Zhang Qing, who was a little shorter, stood beside him, her black hair tied into a ponytail, and her lips pursed.

There are some others. Dr. Li, the newly transferred team leader Li Jianjun, others I don't know.

The coffin is a well-dressed mound, because Lin Zhan died in 434. Inside is Lin Zhan's belongings.

The men on both sides picked up shovels stuck in the mound and shoveled up the soft dirt and poured it on the coffin.

"Wait."

Dr. Lee stepped forward and stopped the two of them.

In front of everyone's eyes, his thin, wrinkled hands reached into his pockets and pulled out a chip the size of a fingernail. Slowly stepped forward to the grave.

The chip crossed the arc and landed on the brocade flag.

"Go ahead." Dr. Lee turned and walked back to his place. Wang Yao saw that he looked even older than a few days ago.

The piles of earth on both sides gradually decreased, and the grave pits gradually filled up. Ten minutes later, a mound appeared in its place.

The first to move was still Dr. Lee. He stepped forward and removed a flower from his left breast pocket. Bend over and lay on the mound.

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

Wang Yao was the last, put the flowers away, he stared at Lin Zhan's tombstone for a long time, and stepped aside.

Lin Zhan has no relatives. At this point, the funeral is over. Two or three of the guests attending the funeral were together and whispered about each other. Wang Yao was far away from them, and he looked a little out of place. He was dodging the whispers about Lin Station.

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

A black sedan was parked there. The rear seat window slowly rises and closes, and the car starts and leaves. It seems that he also came to participate in the funeral, but he didn't show up for some reason.

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

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

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

"yes, I thought I was going to die before him." The words swirled in his throat several times, but he couldn't get them out. Wang Yao turned to say, "Everyone will die." ”

"I'm sorry." Probably 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 didn't say anything. The two men standing side by side were silent.

The rest dispersed. He Ying glanced over and left. For a time, the cemetery became deserted.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Yao said indifferently: "I'll send you back to District 7." ”

"No, I'll have a day off today." Zhang Qing brushed away the hair that fell on her forehead, and the top of her head was stained with many small crystal droplets. He smiled and meant something.

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

Zhang Qing's expression darkened: "I...... Sending you back? ”

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

"Okay."

Bang -

The doors close to keep the drizzle out. The wipers are turned on and shaken from side to side. Zhang Qing left the parking space and left from the main entrance of the cemetery.

Driving on an open road, the car is a little dull. Zhang Qing took the initiative to provoke the topic: "You have changed a lot recently. ”

"A lot of people say that."

Wang Yao also found the fact that his temperament was becoming more and more indifferent. But he doesn't plan to change.

For the next two hours or so, there was an awkward silence in the car.

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

"Here...... I'm used to it. After a moment's hesitation, Wang Yao spoke. After speaking, he was stunned. He suddenly realized that his feelings for Alesa were fading over time.

Pushing open the car door and looking up at the sky, the overcast and hazy sky was a bit like a foggy watch world, but it wasn't.

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

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

"Let's go back." He said to Zhang Qing.

It seemed to be an illusion, and Zhang Qing felt that Wang Yao was a little more indifferent. (To be continued......)