Rebirth My World Savior System

"Lord Buddha, leave that person's interrogation to me," Zhang Bufang's face was full of exhaustion. Seeing that Zhang Bufang was still going to the detention center, Du Guo took the initiative to propose it.

Zhang Bufang stopped. Jian Jin's death did not have any impact on the base. First of all, he had sealed the news. He just hid it from the people in the Hope Survivor Base. He still had contacts with other forces.

It will still be revealed at some point. But in short, today is still today, and tomorrow is still tomorrow. There is no change. Everyone still does what they should do. It is just that there are some differences in mood.

"Thank you very much, then." Zhang Bufang did feel that there were waves of dizziness in his head, and the things in front of him were a little blurry. He should take a rest.

"Lord Buddha, there is no need to thank me," Du Guo said.

Zhang Bufang steadied his steps and said without changing his expression: "Let someone tidy up Jian Jin's room and throw away all used things."

"Yes." Du Guo replied.

Zhang Bufang lay down for a while and then woke up. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, he just couldn't fall asleep. After staying for a while, he simply got up and went to Jian Jin's residence.

The cleaning was very fast, and all daily necessities such as cups were replaced. Zhang Bufang slept for about an hour or two. The residence was not big, so it was cleaned cleanly, and nothing that should not be moved was left untouched.

However, the people in the base only clean the outermost room, which is used for offices.

Jian Jin guarded against others and even guarded against herself. Of course, this room was just a decoration. Zhang Bufang walked around here to make sure there was nothing suspicious before entering.

There is still a row of large bookshelves. In the apocalypse, Jian Jin was still so keen on collecting paper books. Zhang Bufang did not see his drug test tubes here. He didn’t know where Jian Jin put them. Where was Zhang Bufang?

After sitting on the chair for a while, he touched the books on the bookshelf. The style of the room was old Chinese style, and everything was filled with the cultural atmosphere of his past world. Only Jian Jin could do such a luxurious thing.

It's probably a feeling of being in a different world.

Thinking that good things are usually placed in the bottom row, Zhang Bufang squatted down and randomly picked one. When he saw the title of the book, he couldn't help laughing. On the black and white book, it said

"How We Died on the Flats" is a strange title.

There is no point in flipping through the plot of the novel at all. This book was written by Jian Jin herself. It was not printed, but handwritten with pen marks. From the middle to the back, every page was written

He asked Jian Jin's name and date, but Zhang Bufang's expression changed as he flipped through the pages.

This is not a novel, it is more like a diary, but Jian Jin never likes to write down the trivial things in life in a notebook. After all, he never reads it if he writes it down. Jian Jin’s dates are not consecutive every day, only

When something happens, he will write a few things up. It is more like every transaction record or power information.

Jian Jin wrote these things in the most ordinary tone. From his perspective, sometimes he was sloppy, sometimes elegant, and some sentences contained unabashed swear words and ridicule.

For example, this latest article was written ten days before Jian Jin died.

[Look, another stupid person came to me. I chatted with him out of politeness, but as always, it was boring. It seems that such a person will never admit that a person has such an abstract thing as loyalty. Repeatedly

Convincing me to join their team.]