Since Si Ye was familiar enough with the underground laboratory, he only needed to follow the route he gave and use his psychic powers to detect the situation of people around him and avoid pursuers.
And he could use his gold-related abilities to successfully open the specially made door locks in various places, so they escaped smoothly that time.
Until the two of them ran to a place just one step away from the laboratory's door leading to the outside world.
A powerful life force suddenly appeared, and their special abilities were instantly locked, and they could not use them at all.
All they could do was watch as the scientific researchers and the men in camouflage uniforms and armed with hot weapons caught up with them.
Si Ye pushed Nan Muran towards the door without hesitation and told her to run. He rushed forward with a short blade in hand. For the first time, she realized that Si Ye was not an ordinary person. His every move was calm and neat, and every step was decisive.
Unfortunately, his body had already been hollowed out in the lab, and in that white space, she couldn't find any life force to save him, and could only watch him fall.
She remembered his smile, and his skinny body that was as solid as a rock protecting her behind him. She ran back without hesitation and hugged him tightly in her arms.
In an instant, Nan Muran's seaweed-like long hair flew up, and green light surrounded her hair roots. The powerful force began to be pushed back by her, and pain began to tear her body apart.
She could not forget that moment, the looks in the eyes of those scientific researchers in white coats looking at her, fear, ecstasy, and disbelief.
Until her whole body exploded completely, and everything in the laboratory was completely destroyed.
"Si Ye..." Nan Muran, who was sleeping against the window, was covered in cold sweat and had a painful and uneasy expression until she woke up in shock.
Nan Muran never knew what happened to the underground laboratory, the vines they mentioned, and those cold-blooded and cruel researchers until her death.
But she was not in a hurry, as she had plenty of time in this life to find out everything.
After calming down, Nan Muran could clearly feel that her mind and body were abnormal. People who could survive the apocalypse had more or less problems. In the five years since the apocalypse, she had seen many people collapse and commit suicide.
But my situation is a little different. In addition to inexplicable neurological reactions, I am also sensitive and alert, irritable, murderous, and even have dangerous thoughts of destroying everything.
This is a symptom of post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Tank beside her had been up since she was struggling in the nightmare. Now seeing that she was fine, he moved his nose forward, nudged her arm, and continued to take a nap in her arms.
Nan Muran was not surprised by her situation. She took her phone and glanced at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. She had slept for less than two hours. There was nothing strange about it. After more than a year in the underground laboratory, being able to sleep for an hour straight was already an extreme enjoyment.
I put the dog's head on the soft pillow, got up and went into the bathroom.
Standing under the shower, the warm water flows over every inch of my skin, and I feel my whole body relaxed.
In the mirror opposite is a body with perfect lines, skin as white as cream and without any flaws, and cascading curly hair falling on the shoulders. She looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, very beautiful.
Nan Muran took a step forward and approached the mirror, quietly looking at the unfamiliar body and face in front of her. It turned out that this was what she looked like.
It is not the smooth head of the end of the world, nor the reddish wheat-colored skin, nor the body covered with hideous scars, nor the unbearable body.
It wasn't until Xiao Liu on her wrist reminded her that she came back to her senses.
After returning to the living room, Nan Muran lost her sleepiness. She immediately started to stock up on spiritual food. Her mobile phones, tablets, and computers were all used to download crazily. She was too lazy to choose and just downloaded in order according to the platform list.
At dawn, the car rental company delivered the van that I rented yesterday at the agreed time.
Among the food she ordered, there were a lot of breakfast items, so the agreed pick-up time was also in the morning. Nan Muran first went to the steamed bun shop to pick up ten large baskets of steamed buns. The boss took good care of this big customer and delivered them directly to her car.
After putting the buns into the space, he turned around to get fried dough sticks, soy milk, noodle soup, rice noodle soup, hot rice noodles, spicy soup, tofu pudding, scallion pancakes, beef pancakes, sauce pancakes, porridge, Hong Kong-style morning tea, etc.
A quick glance at a corner on the eighth floor shows the floor covered with packaging bags. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder say they simply can’t stand it, but the shelves they ordered yesterday still have to wait five days, so they can only bear it for now.
After two hours of travel, Nan Muran finally drove the empty van back home.
At the door of the apartment, Guo Fei, dressed in a suit and tie, with a calm and serious temperament, was about to ring the doorbell.
"Brother Fei."
"Why are you going out so early?" Guo Fei was a little surprised that she would get up early, even though she usually slept until she woke up naturally.
Nan Muran opened the door and said with a smile: "It's rare to get up early."
After the two sat down in the restaurant, Guo Fei handed over a thick stack of information: "Your holdings do not include the shares of Nanqiao Group. After all other things are converted into cash, there will be about 2.5 billion, but if you are in a hurry to sell it, you may not get that much.
I will liquidate all my properties, cars, stocks, funds, gold bars, deposits, collectibles, and jewelry as soon as possible. The remaining companies, industries, and your father's patents will take some time."
Seeing Guo Feinan again, Mu Ran felt a little sad: "Brother Fei, thank you."
Guo Fei was stunned, thinking that Nan Muran said this because he did not stop her idea this time: "These all belong to you, you have the right to decide how to deal with them. But after you get the money, you must keep it well, and don't trust anyone easily."
Nan Muran didn't explain. She lowered her head and took out a pile of power of attorney forms that required her signature from the documents. She picked up the pen and prepared to sign.
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