Chapter 231 Repent, Repent to Fate
"Last words?" Tian Tao's voice was filled with confusion and puzzlement.
"Another dead man?" His tone was higher, with a mixture of surprise and doubt.
"Another one?!!!" Tian Tao's voice became sharp, full of undisguised fear.
Tian Tao felt cold all over, he stared at Chen Ya in horror, and said in a trembling voice:
"What do you mean, what happened to Division Chief Chang Wei? No, Chen Ya, are you dead or alive now?"
Tian Tao jumped up as if there were springs under his feet, stretched out his arms and hugged Chen Ya, he felt the slightly warm body temperature coming from the latter.
He felt relieved for a moment, but the next moment, he became even more shocked and angry: "You are not dead, who is the body in the crematorium? Who is behind this? Is it Feng Mu?!"
Chen Ya let Tian Tao hold her, but her feet did not move. She was not panicked at all. She turned off her cell phone with two fingers and then gently threw it onto the bed.
The whole action was indescribably calm and elegant. Then, he made a "hush" gesture to Tian Tao and said seriously, "Don't shout, keep your voice down. When it comes to killing people, we should be public-spirited and shouldn't disturb others' sleep or work."
Tian Tao exerted force with both arms, and his muscles creaked. In the past, he had used this trick to lift a prisoner alive and break him in two.
However, Chen Ya, who seemed to be standing there lightly without using any strength, did not move at all. Even though the blood vessels on Tian Tao's arms were bulging, he did not show any abnormality, and even his prison uniform did not have the slightest wrinkle.
It was as if there was an invisible energy separating the two of them, or as if they were the evil ghosts in ghost stories that could not be harmed by physical force.
Tian Tao hugged Chen Ya tightly in his arms. His throat was dry as if rubbed by sandpaper. His voice unconsciously rose several degrees. With a trembling of despair, he said in a lost voice:
"No, you're already dead, but the person who killed you was Feng Mu. Did you find the wrong person?"
Chen Ya's body shook, and Tian Tao was shaken away. The whole person seemed to lose weight, flew backwards, and hit the wall hard.
But the strange thing was that although Tian Tao felt that he was about to be knocked to pieces, the wall did not make any sound. He slid silently to the ground like a piece of clothing hanging on the wall.
Just when Tian Tao was about to fall and about to overturn the chair, Chen Ya waved his hand lightly, and a thin invisible needle and thread shot out, gently wrapped around the leg of the chair and pulled the chair backwards.
Then, Chen Ya pointed casually, and the other silver needle was guided by an invisible finger, turned a corner and inserted into Tian Tao's throat, blocking his screams in his throat.
Chen Ya slowly walked to Tian Tao, whose face was full of fear and confusion.
Chen Ya looked down at him, with an unquestionable seriousness in his tone:
"Tian Tao, you have lived your whole life in a rude and unreasonable way. Tonight, before you die, I hope you can wake up and have a sense of public morality. Do what you should do quietly without disturbing anyone."
Tian Tao stared at Chen Ya in horror. He could feel the gulf in strength between the two of them. It was an insurmountable gap, just like the gap between humans and ghosts. It was despairing.
He turned his head to look at the door. The door was only slightly ajar and not locked. Anyone could easily open it from the outside with a slight push.
Tian Tao's eyes were fixed on the door, as if he was silently praying that someone would push the door open and come in, no matter who it was.
Chen Ya didn't lock the door, and didn't even look back at the door. He just said calmly: "No one will come in without knowing how to see, because they are all afraid of you."
Tian Tao's soul fell into an icy abyss. The faint light of hope in his eyes was frozen and extinguished. His mouth opened and closed silently, making weak "ah ah ah" sounds.
Like Feng Mu, Chen Ya is a kind person who is willing to give others a chance to speak.
He casually removed the silver needle from Tian Tao's throat and said seriously, "Don't disturb others."
Tian Tao didn't dare to shout, he could only lower his voice and asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "What do you want me to do?"
Chen Ya's face was solemn, and his voice was low and distant, as if he was presiding over some sacred ceremony: "Repent, repent to your fate!"
…In a cozy private room in a street restaurant near the Fourth Hospital, Feng Ju’s family of three sat around the dining table, and everyone had complicated thoughts.
Feng Ju has completed the discharge procedures and put on the police uniform again. Under the straight uniform, his lost and found right arm is particularly eye-catching.
This arm is made of hard black alloy, and complex gears and micro motors are hidden in the elbow joint of the mechanical arm.
On the inside of the arm are rows of sophisticated circuit boards and wires, which are woven together like nerves, connecting to motors and providing a constant supply of energy to the arm.
The outside of the arm is coated with a smooth nano-coating, which makes the entire arm reflect a breathtaking and cold luster under the light.
There is also a line of marks engraved on the coating: God's Armed CX-27 Hunting Prosthesis.
Feng Ju sighed softly, with a hint of emotion in his voice that was difficult to conceal: "I never thought that I would get my arm back one day."
He gently moved his wrist, and his five fingers flexibly switched shapes under his will, showing different functions - melee form, long-range form, and daily form.
Every switch is as smooth as magic, demonstrating the brilliant technological achievements that are unimaginable to people in the downtown area.
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Feng Ju was immersed in his own feelings for a moment, then shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I can't be equipped with artificial skin. It looks a bit scary to be exposed like this."
Feng Yuhuai's eyes followed closely the mechanical arm that contained a sci-fi and violent aesthetic. Her face was slightly stiff, and she forced out an unnatural smile and asked, "Indeed, then why not install artificial skin?"
Feng Ju sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"The special commissioner explained that human simulated skin is a strictly controlled prohibited item and is strictly prohibited from being circulated in the lower city. Even if it was him, he couldn't get it."
Feng Yuhuai couldn't help but sigh softly when he heard this, and thought to himself:
"You can bring in such a powerful mechanical prosthesis, but you can't get a thin layer of simulated skin?"
Wang Xiuli didn't care whether it was artificial skin or not. She was happy for her husband, but also worried. She asked:
"It must have cost a lot for the special commissioner to install a mechanical prosthesis for you. Do you want to do anything dangerous after this?"
The joy on Feng Ju's face faded a little. He glared at Wang Xiuli unhappily and snorted, "Don't ask about the police station's affairs."
Wang Xiuli didn't dare to ask more questions, and continued: "It's such a happy thing to be discharged from the hospital, don't you really need to call Xiaomu?"
Feng Ju's face turned even colder, and he angrily said, "Why did you call him here? Don't mention this rebellious son to me."
Seeing that her husband was angry, Wang Xiuli silently shut her mouth and dared not to bring bad luck again.
At this time, Feng Yuhuai was about to say something, but was interrupted by the alert sound of a text message on his mobile phone.
She turned on her cell phone and a text message suddenly caught her eye, almost making her explode with anger.
The sender of the text message was a garbled string of numbers and letters, and the content of the text message was: Game start, countdown remaining...
(End of this chapter)
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