The sky is slightly drunk, it's the time of every day's dawn again.
A tiny mosquito flies out from the rental room of a wage earner.
Like yesterday, it still shuts down all programs running on the computer, and completely clears the browsing history, and all QQ login records.
This is the most basic vigilance.
Flying past the still crowded breakfast shop, it heads to the bus stop sign.
Its first destination today is the same as yesterday!
About an hour later, Jia Yan once again came to the place where, when he was human, he was beaten to death.
The unfinished building in front is still the same, although imposing, but devoid of any life.
Jia Yan stabilizes his mood, then flies toward the rooms in the building...
"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"
Jia Yan enters the room, then looks at the bottle containing CHr-379 drug solution.
