[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

"I'm glad to see you again...Jiang Chongyan."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to Jiang Chongyan's ears from a certain direction. He raised his head abruptly, and saw that body turned around, still floating in mid-air, looking at him.

Jiang Chongyan's body trembled, he guessed it would be like this, but when faced with this kind of scene, his hands still trembled.

He has watched people he loves die in front of him, three times.

The transparent body seemed to be sitting in the air. The man was still dressed and looked the same, as if he was the same as the young man just now, but also seemed to be different.

"You came here, it should be because his experiment was successful, how about it, is your purpose of coming here to destroy this place?"

When Jiang Chongyan unexpectedly cut straight to the point, that person was as predictable as a few years ago. Although he added interrogative words in such a flat tone, he didn't mean to ask him at all. Those clear eyes seemed to be able to contain all the evils in the world. At this time, compared with the translucent body, it is particularly clear.

"...Yes." He didn't know what to say, his mind was in a mess.

"I probably know what that person did with my will, and the outside should be in chaos. Oh, by the way, are the curators okay?"

"Not good."

The shadow made a clear expression, stepped on the ground in the air, and gently hugged him from the front. Although he didn't feel it at all, the shadow still pierced through the blood-stained white coat.

"I can roughly guess what happened to you," he saw the candy paper: "You did right, Chong Yan, I didn't have time to say goodbye to you five years ago, and now I will replenish you." Shadow's voice seemed to be laughing .

Jiang Chongyan's finger moved to the red button, and the shadow whispered something in his ear. The former couldn't hold back his tears at last, and knelt down on the ground.

"I can't reply to your heart, sorry, thank you, goodbye."

Many words that should not be mixed together can just express the mood at this moment. The machine that was originally running rubbed violent sparks in the next second. After flickering and twisting a few times, the shadow completely disappeared in front of Jiang Chongyan with a gesture of waving goodbye. .

No one knows what happened in the laboratory that day, and no one knows what happened to the corpse in the cemetery that day. Everyone only knows that there was a new president, an uncle in his 40s, who wore a formal and exquisite tuxedo all the year round. The beards are meticulously groomed, and the whole person is mature, stable and amiable, and one can imagine how handsome and handsome he was when he was young.

Beside him, there are two young men, one does not show his face all year round, he only knows that the man is very gloomy, with long hair covering his brows and eyes, he is an exclusive information expert for the government, some people say that that man has a precious thing, is it true? Know where the card is issued from.

The other is the president's right-hand man. He is said to have superb medical skills in a white coat, but he never sees a doctor. That person often stares at a deck of playing cards in a daze when he is free.

On the desk of the current president, at any time, there are two irrelevant things: a delicate blond doll and a dagger in the shape of a python.

cemetery.

The experimental subject was cremated together with the original tomb, and fresh flowers were placed in front of it every day, and it never broke, but only one person knew that there was nothing in that scene.

"If you can, donate my organs. The rest will be burned and the ashes will be scattered into the sea. If you don't go to the grave, you won't go home. Although I am very happy to see you, I don't want to come again."

On that day, Jiang Wuyuan was looking at the sea from the cemetery, and the poker in his hand was also handed over to Jiang Chongyan, and he smiled and left the last big ghost.

As soon as he shook his hand, the bright reflection of the scalpel stung Jiang Chongyan's eyes.

The city seems to have changed a bit. What is shown on the big holographic screen is no longer the nonsense of government executives, but some news or funny talk that happened around everyone.

Everything is like what Jiang Wuyuan discussed with the curator when he first stepped into the Jiezhi Museum.

A brand new world is slowly unfolding without those original guardians.

The candy wrapper was kept in the closest pocket until Jiang Chongyan's last moment.