It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 816 The Wooden House
The truck dropped them off at an intersection without traffic lights and cameras, and then drove alone on some remote roads in the city that had surveillance cameras.

What the police were looking for was the route, and the car didn't stop, so what they were concerned about was naturally the destination of the car.

After the car stops, the destination will be far away from them, and it is enough to confuse people for a while.

With a bang, the light turned on.

Qiao Yue was so stimulated that she squinted her eyes, barely seeing the settings here.

Although it is a small wooden house, it contains experimental supplies, all of which are included.

Only then did Qiao Yue understand the meaning of "the three caves of the cunning rabbit".

She was wondering if it would be possible to pin her hopes on outsiders.

She was really tired, and most of the time, her consciousness was vague, and she didn't even know what she had done.

On the rare occasion when she was conscious, Qiao Yue didn't just think about how to escape. Zhang Zhiming was not a little wary of her. She wanted to escape unless Zhang Zhiming was punished.

She was ashamed to say that she could barely count as having read countless people, but she didn't see Zhang Zhiming's eccentricity. Although she felt a little wrong for allowing him to be an assistant for so long, she never thought that Zhang Zhiming was the same person back then.

Qiao Yue spends most of her waking time thinking about what she has done in her short life, what is worth remembering, and what she can't let go of.

After thinking for a long time, she became tired, and when she woke up, she couldn't remember what she had thought before.

Just a trance realization of one thing, oh, she's not dead yet.

It's just that she suddenly missed Shen Zheyi, and his young face suddenly became clear.

Maybe that's the artistic conception of being young at that time, fresh clothes and angry horses, high-spirited.

She felt sorry for Shen Zheyi, if she really died here, he would be so paranoid, how long would he be alone in the future.

Even, she didn't give birth to him a child, knowing that he likes children.

But Shen Zheyi clearly dotes on her more.

But this is also good, the child doesn't need to have a stepmother, and he doesn't need to carry a bottle of oil.

Maybe it's because people always have kinder thoughts before they die, and she felt that she really didn't have a clear understanding of feelings before.

Shen Zheyi seemed to have always been very kind to her, unlike in the novel, he only knows how to cherish after losing it. He seems to be the same as before.

If you really say that you have lost it, you will know how to cherish the person, it should be her.

There is no regret medicine in the world, so there is nothing to say.

She would not answer Zhang Zhiming's words, so it would be better to save some effort.

It's just that Zhang Zhiming took her blood again when he came, and he was busy with his own research at this time.

She herself did not expect such a thing as antibodies.

Qiao Yue looked out of the window. Under the loose long-sleeved top, the gauze that Zhang Zhiming used to tie her arms had disappeared at some point.

Zhang Zhiming usually takes turns to draw blood. If the left arm is drawn this time, the right arm will be drawn next time.

It was the right arm that was whipped before coming here, and it was the right arm that lost the gauze this time.

Her eyes were dull, and she slowly closed her eyes again, falling into a coma.

And on the test bench, a man in a white coat stained with blood was fascinated by the analysis, and it seemed that he couldn't see the "experiment" in front of him.

It is early summer recently, and summer rains are frequent occasionally. If it rains, the smell in the air will be washed away.

At this moment, the weather outside was gloomy, the sky was covered with cloth, and there were occasional thunderclaps.

(End of this chapter)