Chapter 2545
Resurrection 8
Chapter 2545 Resurrection 8
The five death row inmates tied to the chairs behaved differently, and they were not informed of the situation this time. Some looked ashen, having already noticed something was wrong; some were full of foul language, just to have a good time; some asked what they wanted to do; some begged for mercy, offering various resources to tempt them.
But the only young woman in the room who was not restricted in her movements did not even glance at them; her eyes were fixed on the morgue bed.
She slowly sat on it, and after she was firmly seated, she hugged the mutilated body, holding it in her arms like a saint, not caring at all about the strange smell that would shock the soul after the body thawed.
Old Master Jiang stared at the surveillance screen with his eyes wide open, without blinking, his whole body trembling slightly with nervousness.
One can imagine how she would have acted when the last person around her died and she was the only one left alive.
But unlike the fear and helplessness she felt at that time, she seemed unusually calm at this moment.
When she gently placed her hand on Jiang Chengwei's face, the five death row inmates screamed miserably...
In just ten seconds, everything was over.
Xining left Jiang Chengwei behind, jumped off the morgue bed, and ran to a corner of the room.
In the previous plot, the host did not dodge and was hit by a punch from Jiang Chengwei who had just woken up. He fainted on the spot, and it is said that his cheek bones were shattered. If it were not for the medical psychic who could heal quickly, he would be in great pain.
"Hmm~" Jiang Chengwei groaned, suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up.
The shroud fell off... Uh, it's not suitable for the picture, the scene is too ecstatic. Xining quickly turned around to face the wall and closed his eyes.
Jiang Chengwei stood on the morgue bed, with his arms raised in a defensive posture, a bit like a peace envoy who believed in light. However, at this time, he was not wearing a silver and red tights, so it should be said that he was wearing nothing.
His eyes widened with anger, and he shouted loudly: "Come on, I will kill you!"
Oh my god, this is unbearable to watch! ... Many staff members in the office who were watching the surveillance video were stunned, and some even covered their mouths with their hands in shock.
"Chengwei, my grandson~" Mr. Jiang was so excited and happy that he almost fainted. He had always been in good health, but after this incident, he lost half his life. He didn't expect his grandson to be resurrected.
He walked out with a cane, trembling all over. He wanted to see his grandson and see if all this was real and not a dream.
"Grandpa, slow down, slow down." The Jiang family members rushed forward to support him and followed Grandpa Jiang downstairs.
The rest of the people in the office were from the eastern base. Gu Qingzhi slowly picked up the intercom.
He was still in shock, but he still issued instructions in a normal tone: "It's over, you can enter now."
Several staff members in protective clothing who were waiting outside immediately trotted to the door, and just in time met the Jiang family members coming down the elevator, and they pushed the door open and went in together.
Chen Zhenghua leaned back in his chair as if exhausted, and let out a long breath: "It actually works."
He showed a satisfied smile, and then instructed Gu Qingzhi: "Go, make arrangements, and try to meet all your requests."
Even if there is only one chance to resurrect in the future, it is still a great treasure.
"Yes!" Gu Qingzhi bowed and walked out quickly.
After Jiang Chengwei saw everything clearly, he began to be dazed.
Five skinny, almost mummified people sat side by side in one room. Some of them seemed to be alive, one was groaning faintly, and another was twitching from time to time, which was very strange.
In the other corner, a long-haired woman had her back to the wall, with her head lowered.
It seemed like he was dead. The last memory was that he tried his best to kill more than ten people. But there were too many people on the other side, and each of them was a master. They had only one goal, which was to kill him!
He had lost one leg and one arm in the explosions, and was leaning against the ruins, dying. His consciousness was gradually blurring, and in his dying moments, he saw the other side approaching step by step. Even if he knew that his comrades had come to help, it was definitely too late, and there was no chance of him surviving.
In desperation, he used his last bit of strength to bite through the poison capsule hidden in his teeth before the battle, so that the other party would abandon his body in order to escape.
He was supposed to be dead and in hell now?
It should be, on one side there are five male ghosts, they should be evil ghosts, and on the other side facing the wall are female ghosts.
Moreover, his originally broken body was now completely intact. Only death could restore it to its original state.
Jiang Chengwei stood on the morgue bed in a daze, the spotlight above his head shining down, covering his entire body. Until the door was pushed open, a large group of people rushed in.
Among the crowd was his grandfather, Mr. Jiang.
"Chengwei, Chengwei..." Old Master Jiang looked very old at this time, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, and he was supported by people on both sides and came in.
"Grandpa!" Jiang Chengwei jumped down and landed in front of Grandpa Jiang.
"Chengwei~" Grandpa Jiang was so excited and happy that tears streamed down his face. He grabbed his eldest grandson's arms with both hands, looked him up and down, and examined him carefully.
Jiang Chengwei looked at Old Man Jiang in confusion: "Grandpa, why did you come down? Are you dead too?"
A group of staff members began to get busy. Most of them went to check on the conditions of the five death row prisoners, and some went to check on Jiang Chengwei.
Two doctors in white coats came forward. One pulled down his glasses and slowly looked down from Jiang Chengwei's head through the top of the glasses frame. The other took off his mask, put his nose close to him, and sniffed from his neck down, a bit like a dog.
One doctor's special ability is that his eyes are like X-ray machines, while the other doctor's special ability is that he is a human-shaped testing machine whose nose can determine whether a person is healthy or has any disease by smelling the smell.
"He's alive, he's really alive! Hahaha..." Old Master Jiang held his eldest grandson's arm tightly with both hands and laughed loudly towards the sky. He was happier than when his first grandson, Jiang Chengwei, was born.
"Alive? What's alive?" Jiang Chengwei looked around in confusion.
After Gu Qingzhi came in, he first went to Jiang Chengwei and said, "Team Leader Jiang, you died two months ago. Thanks to the efforts of the garrison, you have been resurrected now. Congratulations!"
Then he looked at the two doctors who were using their supernatural powers to test nearby.
The doctor retracted his gaze and pushed his glasses back down his nose: "There is no damage, he is very healthy."
The other doctor had already smelled the waist. He stood up and took a step back, covering his nose with a frown. He coughed twice: "Ahem, if you get rid of the corpse odor, everything will be normal. It's best to take a shower as soon as possible."
Gu Qingzhi understood: "I'll apply for a double bonus for you."
"Thank you, Team Leader Gu." He was very satisfied with the result. The bonus could offset the physical and mental damage caused by the stench.
Jiang Chengwei: It's okay, it should be that big baby... Gu Qingzhi saw Ai Li still standing in the corner with her back to him, so he walked over and patted her on the shoulder.
"It's over. Thank you for your hard work."
Xining turned around and saw Jiang Chengwei wearing a white examination suit and surrounded by a group of people. Old man Jiang was holding him and crying and laughing, and doctors and nurses were surrounding him and preparing to draw blood for testing to get data.
Her first words: "I'm tired."