Chapter 2541
Resurrection 4
Yesterday, the other person's face was dirty and I couldn't tell what he looked like at all. I felt that his eyes were quite big.
Although I have seen her information and photos, when I saw her in person, she was still as beautiful without makeup.
Looking at the beauty wearing only a bathrobe, even the well-informed Gu Qingzhi's heartbeat quickened.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat: "Is it convenient to go in now?"
"Just you, or..." Xining raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the young woman behind him who was wearing a clerical suit and could tell a liar: "You two?"
Gu Qingzhi responded: "It's all right."
"Then let's go together." Xining put down his arm and walked inside.
Looking at the other person's tall figure, waist-length hair, a belt outlining her slender waist, and two slender legs that looked better than in black stockings, Gu Qingzhi regretted letting others participate.
As long as you can work for the Eastern Garrison, it doesn't matter whether you tell lies or not.
Walking into the room, Xining picked up the kettle and went to the bathroom to fill it with water: "Boiled water or tea?" There were only tea bags here.
"No need to go through so much trouble." Gu Qingzhi looked around. The messy bed. The quilt was still the same as it was when it was up. There were empty paper bowls left over from meals on the bedside table, and the TV was on.
He placed the thick army green cape he had taken off when entering the hotel on the back of the chair next to him.
Xining took out the half-filled electric kettle, placed it on the electric heating base, and pressed the button. Even if you don't drink it, boiling some hot water can increase the humidity in the room. The heated room is a bit dry.
Gu Qingzhi got straight to the point: "I have reported your opinion to the higher-ups, and they think your proposal is indeed for our benefit, so they changed someone. However, the person to be resurrected has been dead for two months, and his body is incomplete."
Let's stop here, this is enough.
Xining simply said: "Let me take a look first."
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. You should be ready at any time." Gu Qingzhi looked at her and walked out.
Less than ten minutes later, Xining had just finished drinking half a cup of freshly brewed tea when someone knocked on the door and brought him a set of clothes, including underwear, cashmere sweaters and a black down jacket.
It should be arranged by Gu Qingzhi. I took a look at her before, and this should be it.
They were all her size, but she was thin and the size seemed a bit too big for her.
Not long after she got dressed and sat down, Gu Qingzhi came over.
This time, a modified high-power snowmobile was parked in front of the hotel. A total of four people, including a guard, got on the car. While the driver was driving, the first batch of people who had been screened in the warehouse yesterday were brought in.
Xining looked at the people outside through the glass window. These people were wrapped tightly, slightly hunched and shivering, as if they had no souls, following a waiter and numbly walking towards the hotel door.
There were so many people in the warehouse that about ten were selected in the first batch, including old and young people, and even a woman holding a child.
Here, as long as you have strong enough superpowers, you can not only support yourself, but also support your family.
The superpowers are only auxiliary or not strong enough, so one has to either tighten the belt or have family members work to earn supplies.
If you have nothing, no education, no special skills, or even an average appearance, you will be ruthlessly rejected. If you refuse to leave, you will either starve to death or freeze to death in the warehouse.
In the absence of prior planning and the situation being out of full control, the stockpiled materials cannot meet the needs of the large populations of several cities near the eastern base, and can only be preserved on a selective basis.
The ground was covered with ice and snow, and we were in the city, so we drove very slowly. Along the way, we could see many buildings, most of which were only five or six stories high.
This place was originally a rural-urban junction, and the city center had long been abandoned. In extremely low-temperature weather, high-rise buildings are the least warm. Floor-to-ceiling windows, reflective glass and other tempered glass will definitely be frozen and cracked. After getting off the car and entering the rustic old-fashioned four-story office building, I felt the heat wave as soon as I entered the door.
The heating inside was turned up to 20 degrees, and everyone took off their coats as they walked.
Gu Qingzhi took her down to the basement level and into an empty room. In the middle of the room was a metal morgue bed covered with a white sheet. From the height of the white sheet, it could be seen that there was someone underneath.
There were already a few people waiting. They were all dressed normally, but one could tell from their looks that they were not ordinary people. Among them was an old man in his seventies with a head full of white hair and a cane.
Everyone looked at her when they saw her coming. Some had sharp eyes, some had terrifyingly bright eyes, and some had intimidating looks without even getting angry, mixed with expectation and hope that they tried hard to suppress.
Gu Qingzhi took her to the morgue bed in the middle and took a deep breath casually: "Open it."
Someone nearby lifted the cloth covering it...
It was a young man, wearing a shroud, with a face covered in thick paint and a thin layer of frost.
The owner of this body knew this man. He was the third person to be resurrected in the previous plot, the former leader of the Qinglong team, Jiang Chengwei.
The Jiang family is a big family, and Jiang Chengwei has been trained as a successor since he was a child. After the apocalypse, he awakened his supernatural powers and was able to transform into a blue dragon, ride on clouds and mist, and call the wind and rain.
The dragon has a special meaning in the Dragon Kingdom and is feared by foreign forces. They sent a team of sixteen top psychics, exchanging their lives for the dragon's. Twelve of them died, and only then was this thorn in their eyes removed.
Jiang Chengwei’s sacrifice is not only a huge loss to the Eastern Garrison, but also a loss to the Jiang family and the entire Long Kingdom.
If the Jiang family did not have industries under its name including medical research and development, and if they did not develop drugs that could enhance the abilities of those with special powers, thus continuing the importance of the Jiang family, the status of the Jiang family would have been reduced by more than one level.
The old man with the cane is the current patriarch of the Jiang family, the one who actually holds power, Mr. Jiang. Jiang Chengwei is his most beloved and respected eldest son and grandson.
Jiang Chengwei looked intact, but in fact the Jiang family hired a funeral makeup artist at great expense to fill in the missing parts. At that time, Jiang Chengwei's head was blown off half, his body was full of holes, and one arm and both feet were turned into powder.
Xining looked at Jiang Chengwei, who had obviously just been dug out of the cemetery. He tried to speak softly, because what he was about to say was too explosive and cruel: "Remove all the artificial ones. If you can't get it clean, dig out the flesh as well."
There was silence except for her voice, which echoed slightly in the room when she spoke.
After a pause, she added the importance of “getting it clean”: “Otherwise the plastic or resin or something will stick to your face…”
Looking at Gu Qingzhi who was standing there in a daze, he said calmly and seriously: "He won't feel any pain when he dies."
Gu Qingzhi...
Everyone...
I'm right. In the previous plot, after Jiang Chengwei was resurrected, he tore off the half of his "fake face" that was still stuck on his skin, and grimaced in pain.
Using a hot hair dryer, alcohol, or gasoline, nothing worked.
In the end, there was no other choice but to tear it off, tearing off a piece of his face skin, and then let the medical department's psychic restore it.
Such a thing that destroyed his character made Jiang Chengwei, a petty-minded man who was very concerned about his reputation, hate the makeup artist and also the body owner. He tried to make trouble for the body owner and acted like a domineering president causing trouble, but he did not fall in love with the body owner.
Having learned from the previous experience, we must clean up the filling materials this time.
"You mean, you can resurrect him?" An excited voice sounded nearby. It was Old Master Jiang who spoke.
At this time, Mr. Jiang's whole body was trembling slightly, with both grief and joy. (End of this chapter)