When she fell into crisis and fell asleep, for her, the whole world was full of crises.
She didn't know when she would wake up, or what she would become.
She didn't even know if she could see tomorrow one day. A crisis happened, but she didn't even know what she had encountered.
In this way, she gradually fell asleep in the cold and darkness, in a world full of confusion.
He will come, and he will take me out of this world with hope and light.
She thought about it over and over again, repeating it in her mind with an almost stubborn tone.
She said it over and over again, and the moment she opened her eyes, she looked at the face in front of her and felt the same in her heart.
"You're so good, kid."
She chuckled, memories of the first few minutes of materialization flooding into her mind.
She waited until someone she believed in rescued her.
She looked at Chen Qing and asked him: "How did you save me?"
Before she finished speaking, the tight clothes on her body caught Jiang Wan's attention. She lowered her head and looked at the clothes that clearly did not belong to her. She frowned slightly and said in surprise: "You..."
"There's no one left! You can't stay naked forever!"
He moved his eyes away, and there was clearly a guilty look on his face.
"No. That's not the problem." Jiang Wan took a deep breath, pointed at herself and continued: "Can you give me the bigger one? Even if there is no big one, can't you get a coat?"
He followed Jiang Wan's fingers and saw that the area did not fit properly.
He was silent for a while, listening to Bu Zhaozhao chuckling in his ears, and the stool at hand immediately flew towards her.
"Hey! Still miss my sister's mouth?!"
He sighed softly for a while, suppressing the embarrassment and ketosis in his mind, and then walked to Zhang Lan with his back on his back: "You can change it yourself."
After more than half a minute, the two of them finally calmed down the chaos with red faces. They looked at Zhang Lan's body in front of them, feeling somewhat embarrassed that they didn't know what to do.
"So what are we going to do now?" He raised his head and looked at Bu Zhaozhao in the sky.
"What to do..." She listened to the question, raised her chin and leaned down. She was close to the other person's face, less than two or three centimeters from left to right.
She looked at the other person's skin that was gradually turning white, closed her eyes and began to recall the past.
"In the Foundation's records... there are not a few investigators who have come back from the dead.
Professor Holt once woke up twenty-seven hours after losing his brain. "
She looked at Zhang Lan's body and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Sew up her wounds first. I may know a way."
The two looked at each other after hearing the words. Although they were both curious, they tacitly agreed not to ask at this moment.
Jiang Wan got up and brought some needle and thread, and Chen Qing began to sew with the fine needle.
After his hands were covered with thick and transparent corpse liquid, Zhang Lan's body basically restored its shape.
"Carry her downstairs."
"Downstairs?" Chen Qing was a little surprised.
"Helping her materialize may be the method they mentioned in the letter."
He listened to Bu Zhaozhao's words, and the moment his fingertips were about to touch the other party's body, a slight breathing broke the tranquility.
They followed the source of the sound and saw that Zhang Lan's pale body began to have chest heaving.
She gasped for air, like a drowning person fighting for air from the world.
She struggled, and her fingers began to twitch on the ground, followed by her arm. The newly sewn hand slapped the ground with such loud sounds and violent movements that the two people watching could not help but worry about those few things. Will the thin wire break?
She twitched, and the color of her body began to change from gray to black. In just ten seconds, her body completely turned green.
It was a color similar to gray foggy bronze. This color was so strange and disturbing.
This color filled with death, or in other words - this color composed of death, is constantly impacting the human instinct that took 40 million years to evolve, called seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
They looked at Zhang Lan's body, which was filled with an ominous aura. She raised her hand and used her fingers to explore her face as if touching a stranger.
As they touched it, the ten fingertips seemed to have a consciousness of their own, and suddenly stopped at the upper part of the face.
She raised her hand, with only her fingertips touching her face.
Then the index finger and thumb took the lead in finding the organs on the face.
The fingers held up the eyelids and opened the eyes without muscle control.
They saw the pair of cloudy lenses, unable to distinguish the color of the eye whites and pupils, begin to twist. The two crystallized pupils seemed to be dry and tight, and they rotated around.
Maybe those weren't her eyes.
At this moment, Chen Qing had this idea in his mind for some unknown reason.
Those eyes, that opponent, they all seemed to have a will of their own.
Their actions are so uncoordinated that they don't look like organs from the same person at all. When the left eye wants to look to the right, the right eye is trying to look behind.
The dry clenching sound that the eye made in its socket was like a machine that had been rusted for decades. It broke off the blood vessels behind the eye and began to turn back bit by bit.
