Flight from Beijing to Akita City, Japan.

As usual, the plane took off from the Capital Airport and arrived in Akita, Japan after a 9-hour flight.

At this moment, the plane was flying over the Japanese Sea. Wang Yao looked out the window with a blank expression, surrounded by clouds and mist, and an endless gray ocean.

Regarding Wang Yao's retreat at the last minute, Dr. Wang and a group of researchers said that he could understand Wang Yao's behavior. Unless there was no way out, no one would take such a big risk.

Wang Yao no longer went to train, so he asked Zhang Qing for a few days off, followed by a long period of gangsters. When he came to his senses, he was already on the plane, carrying the ticket to Japan's autumn in his pocket.

Perhaps this was caused by the subconscious, and he wanted to visit Tamamoya.

He did not notify anyone, and even the air ticket was just a regular cabin. However, the organization must be secretly protecting him.

The ocean at this moment was like his mood, with a lifeless gray color.

No hope.

Wang Yao thought he had already been awakened to death. When he knew that he had been injected with a virus and could only live for one hour. When he crawled over the head of the roaring zombies, the distance was only ten centimeters, and when he was trapped in a car, an explosion was about to occur.

He couldn't figure out why he retreated even though he was prepared.

Finally, Wang Yao blamed this on being prepared and not being prepared.

Death is not scary, what is scary is the process of death. Death is approaching you step by step, looking at you with fun, fear and useless prayers.

The sudden death does not make people feel desperate and painful. Because before there is any time to come, people are already dead.

Wang Yao's eyes left the window and placed his eyes in the cabin.

In the seat next to me was a couple, dressed in fancy clothes, as if they were going to visit the Japanese beach. They were tied together, whispering and joking from time to time, filled with the sweet atmosphere of the couple.

In front of him was a bald middle-aged man with a little boy, a Japanese man. He teased the child, occasionally scratching his smooth head and making a laugh.

Opposite the aisle were three old men, Little Red Riding Hood, who was taking the tour group, holding the map excitedly. They did not come with the tour group, and Little Red Riding Hood was only provided by the tour group during the last trip. I thought it was a pity that I took it with me.

People's faces were either excited, expectant, or nervous, and the entire cabin was filled with whispers. It was not noisy, but it seemed very lively.

Only the lifeless Wang Yao seemed out of place with the people around him.

It seemed as if something was invisibly separated Wang Yao from these people.

They are not people from the same world.

...

A few hours later, at Akita City Airport, a flight from Beijing slowly landed on the runway.

The cabin door opened, and the gentle breeze blew by, with a faint fragrance. Wang Yao's expression changed slightly, as if even the haze in his heart had blew away.

It was afternoon now, the weather was bright, and the sun was not as dazzling as in the morning. It was very comfortable under the sun.

"Tanaka, ここ! ここ!"

"こっちにいらっしゃい~"

As soon as I entered the airport terminal, I was covered by the noise. Some people held signs and shouted in Japanese to greet people they met.

Wang Yao broke through the crowd alone and left the terminal.

Although the T virus did not improve his intelligence, Wang Yao did feel the enhancement of his memory. The Japanese bad supplement after several days of rest allowed him to have simple conversations in Japanese.

"How to go to Nakamachi, Otono?" Wang Yao stopped a female high school student waiting for someone and asked in a stiff Japanese.

The high school girl was startled by Wang Yao first, then her eyes lit up and pointed to the north: "Hello, are you going to Kotono Nakacho? That's it."

Wang Yao is 1.85 meters tall and tall, and his handsome appearance, so he is naturally very popular among girls.

"Thank you." Wang Yao thanked calmly and wanted to leave.

"Hey? Do you want to walk there?" The high school girl called him behind her.

“Is there any problem?”

"But it will take three or four hours to walk."

“It doesn’t matter.”

Ignoring the shocked high school girl behind her, Wang Yao walked in the direction she pointed.

Walk along the highway. The airport is in the suburbs of the city, surrounded by deserted areas, and the road is surrounded by lush hills and trees. No wonder the female high school student was shocked.

The vehicle passed the road from time to time, and some people slowed down and asked Wang Yao if he needed help.

Wang Yao stopped it, and finally seemed to be annoyed by the question. He no longer walked along the road, but instead entered the roadside and kept a few meters away from the road. This way he would not get lost or be bothered by kind-hearted people.

The sun descends at a slow and unwavering speed. The scenery around Wang Yao also ranges from the initial deserted to the rice fields and villages that can be seen everywhere, and then to the emergence of tall buildings in the distance.

However, Wang Yao's figure became more and more distracted, and even more out of place with the surroundings.

His obsession with life made him possessed.

The sunset is setting, and it is dusk. The setting sun pulls out a long shadow on Wang Yao's figure.

As the sky became darker, lights were lit one after another on both sides of the road. After asking passers-by, Wang Yao learned that it was not far from the destination of this trip.

"It's so noisy!" When passing by a house, the sound of quarrels came from inside. Wang Yao looked in the sound and two figures appeared on the window.

"I always ask me to learn this and that all day long. I don't want to be alive! Don't worry about me anymore!"

Bang!

A 16-7-year-old boy in a basketball uniform slammed out of the door. When he walked out, he saw Wang Yao standing outside the door and was stunned for a moment. He muttered words like weird people eavesdropping and walked past him.

Wang Yao suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his shoulder. A faint voice rang out: "What did you say just now."

"Whatever you say is your business! Strange guy, let me go!" The boy was panicked and wanted to struggle, but was hurt by Wang Yao's slowly tightening palms.

"Ah, it hurts so much, you bastard, let me go quickly!"

"Life or something, if you don't want it... can you give it to me?"

"Let me go!" The boy struggled violently, but he could not escape the palm that was pinched on his shoulders.

"If you don't want it, can you give it to me?"

This tall stranger repeated the voice again with a strange inclination in his tone. The boy stared at his extremely indifferent face, remembering the urban strange stories he saw on the Internet, and felt a cold war, and his voice was filled with crying.

"Mom, come and save me!"

A woman hurriedly ran out and couldn't help but beg after seeing this scene: "Sir, can you let my child go?"

Wang Yao cooperated and let go of his hand and his eyes moved to the woman.

"Mom, this is a weird person!" the boy yelled, rubbing his shoulders and hiding behind the woman.

"Don't talk nonsense." The woman turned around and scolded, then bowed deeply to Wang Yao: "I apologize to you for my child first, please forgive him for his recklessness."

"It's okay." Wang Yao said expressionlessly and walked away silently.

"Mom, why do you apologize to that weird person? He obviously provoked me."

Wang Yao walked on the street silently, and the words of the mother and son behind him were clearly pouring into his ears.

"If it weren't for that gentleman, you would have run away again! You child, I'm harsh on you for you. Your father passed away early, so I would have pulled you up alone. I just hope you will have a good job and find a good wife when you grow up. If you didn't care about you, I would have gone with your father early. Now you threaten me with this life..."

Wang Yao, who was walking away, could no longer hear the quarrel between the mother and son. His pace slowed down and gradually stopped. His expression became a little loose.

Wang Yao seemed to understand something.
Chapter completed!