Yixian bit her lip, stared at Wei Dongxian, who was sad, and still said: "A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, that is a big unfilial piety." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wei Dongxian knew who came up with the idea of the hibernation module.

"I'm not going to let you die."

This sentence was repeated three times by Zhuang Yan.

And Xing Yan, the executive officer of the first column of the Ninth Special Service Division, and Zhuang Yan are close comrades-in-arms who communicate with each other, and Zhuang Yan ensures the implementation of the hibernation capsule plan through Xing Yan, which has been planned a long time ago.

The current hibernation technology in the Republic is in its infancy, with an acceptable 10-year revival rate and a frighteningly low 20-year revival rate. Zhuang Yan may know that hibernation is just a delaying tactic, and the development of a special drug within ten years can save the precarious lives of everyone in the base.

So he had to fight the prisoners.

And she could only lie obediently in the cold coffin, looking forward to it with fear, fear, delusion, looking forward to the end of hibernation and opening her eyes again, she could see Zhuang Yan open the lid of her coffin with her own hands, and gently tell her with her serious expression as always: "It's okay, just take an injection." ”

Wei Dongxian closed her eyes helplessly, tilted her head and struggled for a few seconds, her attitude softened, and she restrained her sadness and compromised: "I'm causing you trouble...... I agree with hibernation. ”

Yixian breathed a sigh of relief, and then held Wei Dongxian's cold hand in fear, carefully accompanied her to the plane, while taking the "Hibernation Willingness Entrustment Agreement" handed by the male nurse, and filled it out quickly, not giving Wei Dongxian a chance to regret it: "The name, age, etc., have been filled in for you...... Do you want to write a few words of relegation? There's something left unhandled, or a wish or something. We'll do it for you while you're hibernating. ”

The wind blowing from the helicopter's rotors made Wei Dongxian's long hair fly. She strode towards the helicopter, snatched the "Hibernation Willingness Entrustment Agreement" from Yixian's hand without squinting, and lowered her head to fill in a line of beautiful handwriting:

"Cancel the marriage contract with Comrade Jiang Mingyu. Wei Dongxian. ”

Then she lifted her bangs, stood in the hot gale, looked back, and took one last look at the northwest sky, remembering the dim and vast world.

She had to remember that she had fought with someone here to her heart's content. You have to remember it, you can't wake up from hibernation and forget it.

"If I sink into an endless slumber, will you come and wake me up?" She pinched the agreement with two fingers and thought worriedly. The paper of the agreement flew up and down next to the black stockings, like her tumbling thoughts. Eventually, she cut off her thoughts and turned around to board the helicopter.

Yixian took the completed agreement, and when she saw the line of categorical repentance signatures on it, she chuckled in her heart, and the corners of her mouth twitched and thought, "Miss, you are messing around again." ”

Hibernation carries the risk of sudden death, so this agreement has the legal effect of a will. It is one thing for Wei Dongxian to shout about running away from marriage, but it is another thing to use a will to regret marriage.

It's time to get real.

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When Veneto lowered his hand like ashes, he thought it was all over. The crystalline shell of the prisoner wrapped Zhuang Yan like a solidified wax figure, dissolving the man's flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, there was singing.

The majestic and surging Yellow River march suddenly exploded, and the chorus of two hundred majestic baritones turned into a torrent of sound waves, surging in the cramped room. This sudden variable was inexplicable even to the prisoner, and it subconsciously tightened Zhuang Yan's body.

When Veneto lost hope, he heard the generous chorus of the mountains and rivers, and was beaten by the beat of the drums, and suddenly opened his teary eyes, and then saw Zhuang Yan's creepy smile - his protective suit had melted away, peeling off his skin, and his skin fell like pajamas, revealing bright red flesh and fascia, and Zhuang Yan's smile was made up of bright red blood and bone.

"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring!"

In a hopeless situation, in the desperate situation of defeat and loss, a magnificent and magnificent Yellow River music made Veneto surprised to see that Zhuang Yan was staring at himself intently through the indestructible crystal prison, like a dying beast, and his shining eyes rippled with tenderness after battle. His face was already miserable, but his eyes were bright, and he translated a thousand words.

"Defend your hometown, defend the Yellow River!"

The prisoner suddenly heard the dying man whispering inside it:

"Victory is a façade of defeat, and the end is another beginning. Feel the power of bugs! ”

Zhuang Yan's protective suit melted and peeled off, and his bright red flesh spread his arms in the blue amber, like Jesus crucified on the cross. On Zhuang Yan's back, two pieces of emerald green light finally broke free from the shackles of protective clothing, and danced wantonly behind Zhuang Yan's shoulder blades, like a pair of naughty angel wings, wildly moving behind Zhuang Yan.

Veneto recognized it at a glance: the two green rays representing hope were exactly the same as the "energy-state macroparticles" stored in the electromagnetic storage room!

The prisoner reacted with lightning and a sentence that pierced its consciousness like lightning: "How dare he store a pair of macro particles in a protective suit?" No wonder his hazmat suit is so bloated! ”

"You liar!" The prisoner tried to scream hoarsely, and the voice was sharp enough to shatter the glass.

But it didn't even have time to make a sound, because the miniature suitcase strapped to Zhuang Yan's waist had already completed the countdown.

The majestic chorus of the Yellow River came to an abrupt end, as if time was suspended, the waves froze, the sound froze, and time and space were frozen in this sudden moment.

Veneto burst into tears, she had just seen Zhuang Yan's heart-pounding smile. Extreme sadness, extreme sweetness, like God's smile.

In the next second, the portable hydrogen bomb pinned to Zhuang Yan's waist completed the count and exploded in the prisoner's body; Like a flashbang bursting with a thousand millimeters of light, more like a sun blooming three meters away, the whole storage room was filled with a thick white light, turning into an infinite milky white world: the division of steel plates could not be seen, the outlines of tables and chairs could not be seen clearly, and the overly rich light filled the pits and depressions of the room, painting all colors and contours, leaving a vast white.

For the first time, Veneto took a closer look at the reaction center of the hydrogen bomb detonation, and the sudden bright light almost blinded her, tears welled up in her eyes, her eyes tingled and burned, and even if she closed her eyes, her vision was still blood-red.

However, because the hydrogen bomb was detonated in the prisoner's body, the majestic nuclear fireball and the mushroom cloud that stood up to the sky did not appear, and these iconic nuclear phenomena were all compressed in the humanoid sculpture formed by the prisoner. The only energy that can radiate out is the strong light that devours heaven and earth, just like the power of infinite holy light overflowing from the humanoid holy grail, washing away the impurity of the world.

This earth-shattering nuclear explosion process took place silently, even in dead silence. Because after the prisoner devoured Zhuang Yan, a closed warehouse was formed, and the strength of the prisoner's shell was unparalleled, and the high temperature, high pressure, shock wave, and thermal radiation generated by the hydrogen bomb explosion were all sealed in a mere volume of one person, and the impulse of the prisoner in all directions canceled each other, and the prisoner's shell only emitted a buzzing sound.

The prisoner who wrapped Zhuang Yan was like a crystal hollow statue with open arms, quietly bathed in milky white holy light, leaving everything to the laws of physics.

Only the judgment of the law can be regarded as true fairness. (To be continued.) )