The trio successfully installed the car cover, and the car could be successfully started. The trio got into the car and started it.

"By the way," Zhang Zhiyu once again questioned the feasibility of this trip, "isn't the computer in this car artificial intelligence?" ”

"It doesn't count." Wang Jianyu did not explain in depth.

"Also, what's the company upstairs?" Zhang Zhiyu pointed to the location of the robot soldier's previous ambush.

"The management of the subway." Wang Jianyu asked exaggeratedly, "It should be." What, are you going? ”

"No, I'm not retarded." Zhang Zhiyu collapsed on the seat, and Wang Jianyu reversed the car, leaving the restraints of the wall, with the scars of the car.

"How long can we drive this car?" Wang Kunzhi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke.

"I understand that you are saying how much power this car has." Wang Jianyu had no way to connect the car with the imaging eye because he didn't have a password, so he showed the control panel of the car, which was bright and bright, and various colors of light were intertwined to form a gorgeous operating system.

"And ...... Ah, this bastard doesn't work much. Wang Jianyu looked at some data, "But how long you say it can exist, that's not sure, it may be a few seconds later, or it may be tens of thousands of years." Everything is unknown," Wang Jianyu said unconsciously, "It all depends on our behavior." ”

The car drove down the street, and there were many zombie stumps strewn all over the street, none of them rotting, and the dried yellow blood stains were so bright that it seemed as if the massacre had only happened yesterday. The car turned into a narrow alley, a slum of poor people, on both sides, lined with dilapidated nine-story buildings.

Ahead, a zombie carrying an axe and food on its back suddenly rushed out, stopped the car, and beckoned desperately.

Wang Jianyu gritted his teeth and accelerated violently, and the car roared into the zombie.

Fear flashed in the zombie's eyes, and it tried to dodge the bad car. The windshield of the car is completely invisible from the outside to the inside. It just wants to live, simply wants to live.

The car slammed into the zombie's body, the zombie was torn apart, its stumps flew everywhere, blood stained the windows, and its body rolled over the hood of the car, and then fell far behind the car. Wang Jianyu did not stop and continued to drive. The other two people looked at all this coldly, saying nothing, doing nothing.

Along the way, the three of them rarely talked, and the atmosphere was extremely cold. Wang Kunzhi played the game. Zhang Zhiyu took out the small pill, put it in front of his eyes, spun it, looked at its white form, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He didn't put it in his pocket anymore, but looked at it, observing every part of it. When he noticed that no one was paying attention to him, he threw it into his mouth as fast as he could, without feeling its smooth texture or the wonderful sensation of taste it evoked. He swallowed hard and swallowed the pill down his throat with saliva.

Wang Jianyu can see all this clearly in the monitor.

More than an hour later, the effect of the drug was delayed. Zhang Zhiyu was so bored that he forgot the pain of the dream after falling asleep, leaned against the wall of the car, and fell asleep.

Zhang Zhiyu woke up in the corridor of his villa again, but this time, he forgot that he had experienced all this. He only vaguely remembered the physical pain and mental torture after boarding the elevator.

This time, there were no choppy, boundless waves of pain, all that remained was endless exertion, which weighed heavily on his body, and he couldn't get up. Behind him he turned to the glass door of his house, glowing with the blinding light of the genetic plants. Outside the door, there are streets in the aristocratic district, luxurious and decayed. He looked in front of him again, and there was the metal door of the house's elevator, reflecting the dazzling colors of the neon lights. Inside the door, there is a passage to the upper floor, painful and unknown.

He slowly moved forward against the smooth wall.

The speed of change in the color of the neon walls in the corridor accelerated with each step of Zhang Zhiyu's acceleration, gradually accelerating, seductive and dazzling like a falling meteor. The hum of the elevator rises and becomes more piercing as the neon sign changes, as deadly and sharp as a viper spraying bullets.

It's a painful dude.

When Jang finally stepped into the elevator, the neon color turned scarlet. Like a declaration of death, it stimulated Zhang Zhiyu's nerves. Outside the door, a shadow gradually took shape in the light and shadow transition, there was no shadow in the strange light, standing there, carrying an old-fashioned dagger in his hand, the broken black robe covering the scarred face, and the blood dripping to the ground little by little in the broken part of the robe. He didn't move.

The elevator doors slowly close, obscuring the statue-like shadow of death from hell.

With a piercing cracking sound, the elevator climbed upward, rubbing sparks all the way, trembling and disintegrating all the way. Zhang Zhiyu watched steadily, and the projection of the elevator display showed that the number of floors slowly rose.

On the fourth floor, the elevator opened, letting out one last cry of pain.

Outside the door, there was nothing. A dark corridor leads ahead.

Zhang Zhiyu stumbled out of the elevator door, he was tired, just tired. He longed for rest. When I turned around, I found that the elevator had become tattered, like a metal tattered. He couldn't stand it anymore and fell to the floor against the wall, oh my god, just a little rest, a little rest.

The death of Zhang Zhiyu's father is very mysterious. He disappeared for 3 days, and for 3 days, no one was shocked, no one was angry, no one was anxious. Everyone was doing their own thing as usual, and a tall and thin man took his father's place. And Zhang Zhiyu didn't know that the "father" had left him. On the fourth day, the members found his father's unrecognizable body in his room. The corpse, with only the head intact, was slickly severed from the neck down. The head was placed on a small bed in the center of the room, and the facial expression of the head did not reflect the pain that should have been caused by such a brutal operation, but was surprisingly peaceful. Subsequently, the rest of his body was found in various parts of the bloody slaughterhouse. Visceral, bones. Muscles, skin, blood vessels...... The tissues of his body were all sorted, neatly tucked into all corners, evenly distributed. It's weird.

The most mysterious thing was his actions the night before. At that time, he took the initiative to find Zhang Zhiyu, who was asleep, and crossed the extremely difficult identity verification in the room. He gently sat down beside Zhang Zhiyu and carefully observed every detail of Zhang Zhiyu's body. Zhang Zhiyu felt him, turned over, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at him. He seemed to sigh at the end, extremely sad, and seemed to have glanced at Zhang Zhiyu's eyes for the last time, extremely desolate. He quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Jang Ji-woo woke up and found himself asleep on the floor leading to his bedroom.

He propped himself up and walked to the bedroom to complete his identity verification.

In the bedroom, the shielding function of the window glass is not turned on, and everything in the outside world can be seen clearly by Zhang Zhiyu.

The bedroom is occupied by a sky-blue light emitted by genetic organisms. Zhang Zhiyu looked at the * falling towards his own world. He raised his arms, looked at the sky, and closed his eyes.

The rebellious disciple raised his arms high, daggers and *clangs, he closed his eyes and turned his back to the sky.

The bullet pierced through the members of the group.

The light covered Zhang Zhiyu.

The members collapsed on the cold, dilapidated marble platform, blood splattered everywhere. He opened his eyes, which had long been godless, and he did not bare at them.

Zhang Zhiyu's body turned to ashes in Guangzhong, and Zhang Zhiyu opened his eyes, as an eternal part of the vast white universe, and opened his eyes. Through the white light, he could see a spaceship, a huge spaceship, slowly rising, winding in a curve that stretched to thousands of meters, all made of that damn transparent substance, which cut through the white mist, soared into the sky, and gradually disappeared into view. In the distance, hundreds of warships rose and flew into space.

After Zhang Zhiyu fell asleep, Wang Kunzhi fell asleep while playing. Wang Jianyu sighed. Since he woke up in a dream 3 days ago, guided by the subconscious, he met Zhang Zhiyu, and since then, the subconscious has dominated his body, not his own brain. Now, the subconscious mind is ordering him to take two more people to his factory. He didn't want to give in, but he couldn't stop it. Everything changed the day before the virus broke out. And what happened a few days before the outbreak of the virus? He was not at all impressed. For three days, endless flashbacks tormented him, made him miserable, and drove him crazy.

Several images flashed through his mind, and he covered his head in pain.

Running panting like a cow in a dark tunnel.

Beams of dazzling light suddenly shone towards Wang Jianyu from all directions, Wang Jianyu was trapped in the strong light and could not escape, he was stunned. He slowly stood up, covering his eyes with his hands, squinting between his fingers at the source of the light. Many dark shadows flickered back and forth from behind the bright light, accompanied by a creepy shrill laugh.

Wake up in an icy tunnel by yourself.

Its body is uneven and is composed of a thousand hetahedron made of some kind of ore. Those lasaedrons glowed with colorful light, dazzling to the extreme. These physahedrons are constantly changing shape, but they remain a ball. Maybe these ores are transparent, it's the light that comes out from inside. The light illuminates the entire tunnel. It's like a luxurious version of the substance that makes up that institute.

A metal whip emitting an eerie blue light stabbed into the back of his head.

Wang Jianyu was frightened awake, got up suddenly, and found that he had just fallen asleep. The car's track was also deviated very far, but fortunately it didn't hit anything.

Wang Jianyu adjusted the navigation system, found the location of the factory, and the car began to drive autonomously.

He closed his eyes.