2. Chapter 2 The deity of the gods is highlighted in the museum

After being struck by the lightning bolt, the woman sat up suddenly, and the pouring rain outside fell on her body, the woman was unconscious, and the dried blood stains in front of her eyes slowly spread on her forehead, and there was a hot flame in front of her.

"Ah~" The woman in the coffin suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes, as if she was burning her eyes by something, "Why am I here?

One moment is the sixteenth floor laboratory, a row of instrument test tubes, suddenly exploded, sparks soared into the sky, and the next moment was a soft girl beaten with a cane, miserable, past and present, straight to the point that her eyes hurt, as if sparks were about to emerge.

The woman frowned slightly, and the past gradually emerged clearly.

That shouldn't be an accident! The real yàn room that made me lose my fragrance should be done by people!

Even if the fusion of potassium benzoate and hexacycloethylene butyl cannot completely destroy the great poison of the permanganate alloy, the three are fused, even if they are heated to the boiling point, they will not explode!

Pity yourself in your previous life, in the laboratory for more than ten years, are about to become an old girl, thirty-two years old has not been in love, life is full of hope, seeing that the giant poison of permanganate alloy will be unlocked immediately, with this achievement, the department will let itself stay in school to teach, but this strange explosion, life has entered the dark abyss, it is estimated that he is dead, and he has crossed into this coffin.

Knowing that I was doing this experiment, it was just two best friends in the same dormitory, thinking that it turned out that I was shushing myself on weekdays, and caring for myself on the surface, but in order to make it easier to stab myself in the face of the final interests, the fire that rushed to the sky was like rolling blood, making my stomach turn over and over.

People are living with masks, it doesn't matter, they are hiding knives in the cotton, and they are harmonious on the surface, but once there is a conflict of interest, they are more insidious and vicious than whom!

The woman sat in the coffin, a sneer crossed the corner of her mouth, and sure enough, just like her body now, because she was too simple and weak, she was beaten to death by her sister with a cane!

How ridiculous the same stupid person actually thought that as long as he treated people sincerely and lived seriously, he would be rewarded, and he actually thought that he could open the sky by taking a step back for a while, but he didn't expect to endure the result of being beaten to death alive.

The woman remembered her name, Hua Jiangyue! A nice name, but it is a sad and stormy life, outside the rainy night, Hua Jiangyue sat in the coffin, smiling quietly, the blood on her forehead did not seem to be washed away by the rain, but it flowed more turbulently, Hua Jiangyue was unconscious, only smiling clearly in the rain, but her delicate and charming face smiled gloomily.

Hua Mansion, Hua Chuyan's wing, Steward Liu knelt there across the curtains, Hua Chuyan's voice was soft and soft, coming from the purple curtains, like tens of millions of ripples on the Ping Lake, scratching people's hearts, comfortable, itchy, comfortable, itchy again.

"Steward Liu, have you dealt with the manpower you arranged at night?" Inside, Hua Chuyan sat upright, his eyes gathered into a point, and he seemed to be able to burn the purple curtain into a hole, and the hair of the ink butterfly next to him was still dripping, and his body was also wet and sticky to his body, but he didn't dare to change it first.

"Miss Eight, it's all dealt with, and there is no one alive. Steward Liu smiled and leaned forward towards the curtain.

"When did they get out of the house?"