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Seeing that everyone had recovered from the chaos, Qi Ming then addressed them.

"So isolation is no longer useful."

"..."

Having just experienced that ordeal, everyone was now completely convinced that they too had been infected with the virus.

The traitors who were just laughing their heads off are no longer happy.

This is completely different from the arrangements the boss made!

Wasn't it supposed to be a fake virus? All the real viruses have been destroyed, so what's going on with them now?!

"Qi Ming, you seem to know quite a bit about this virus."

Suzuki Jirokichi's face looked a bit older. Thinking of Qi Ming's reminder earlier, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly asked Qi Ming.

Qi Ming nodded.

"Yes, I have a friend who studies medicine abroad, and he told me about the symptoms of this virus infection."

"It can be said that once infected with this virus, death is inevitable."

"Nani!?"

Suzuki Jirokichi asked Qi Ming with some disbelief.

"Qi Ming, does your friend abroad have any virus samples?"

"Also, if I get infected with this virus, what medications can alleviate the symptoms? I'll contact the research team immediately; maybe they can develop a drug?"

Qi Ming sighed, and without caring whether this was a smoking room or not, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

“My friend has died from the virus, and these symptoms were what he told me before he died.”

"..."

Qi Ming's words effectively blocked everyone's escape route.

"But, but we don't seem to feel anything anymore. Does that mean the virus has been suppressed?"

The fat reporter's chubby face trembled as he asked Qi Ming, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"What, you think you're alright?"

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at the reporter.

"If you're infected with a virus, how will you know you're infected if you don't experience any symptoms?"

"Oh dear, there's only one minute left, everyone, enjoy yourselves."

As Qi Ming spoke, he went to the freezer, took out a bottle of beverage, and drank it.

Nakamori Ginzo stared at his phone with a grim expression, wanting to call his daughter, but after a moment of hesitation, he hung up before the call was even connected and instead called his subordinate.

"Sato, release Fujioka Takamichi. Also, I have something important to tell you in the conference room later."

The entire hall instantly fell into a deathly stillness.

The moles really wanted to drag their boss out of the isolation room, beat him up, and put him back to sleep.

You fucking told us to release a fake virus, but you released a real one instead! Are you even human?!

However, a few minutes later, without the moles needing to search for him themselves, Takamichi Fujioka, who had already woken up, was brought over by the police officers.

The red rash on his face hadn't faded yet, and it still looked somewhat creepy.

However, unlike before, everyone no longer felt that there was anything to be afraid of about Fujioka Takamichi.

Unlike before, Takamichi Fujioka was confused as to why the police had released him again.

I'm an infected person now, and the red rash I'm faking on my face is terrifying.

And what's going on? Why are his old subordinates looking at him as if they want to tear him apart and devour him alive?

"What's wrong with you all? I've already been infected! Let me go back to quarantine!"

At this moment, Takamichi Fujioka became quite righteous, and he spoke loudly to the crowd.

Nakamori Ginzo shook his head.

“There’s no need for that, Mr. Fujioka. It’s not just you; we’re all infected now.”

"……what?"

Takamichi Fujioka was stunned.

What happened while he was knocked unconscious by that girl?

Has the fake virus now become a real virus?

"Are you kidding me? Look at my face, and then look at your own faces. There are no symptoms at all. You are not poisoned."

Kogoro Mouri sighed and explained.

"We also had symptoms just now, but they were a little different from yours."

Suddenly remembering something, Kogoro Mouri looked at Qi Ming and asked.

"By the way, Qi Ming, how many days after infection with this virus will it take to die?"

"I'll make it up... Let me think, it'll probably be three days."

"Three days?"

Now everyone understood what was meant by a high infection rate and a high mortality rate.

It's airborne and kills people in three days. If this virus were to spread to a city, who knows what horrific things might happen?

"Damn it, how could there be such a virus? It's so impossible to guard against!"

Kogoro Mouri slammed his fist hard against the wall.

After a moment of silence, Suzuki Jirokichi addressed the crowd again.

"...I immediately told the captain to speed up and head to Osaka, then tell them the situation and come to meet me."

"It'll be fine. I've lived this long and I've encountered all sorts of dangerous things. It's just a virus, nothing to worry about."

Takamichi Fujioka felt as if things were slipping out of his control.

Just as he was about to call his companion out alone to find out what had happened while he was away.

His expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on the ground.

Then, he suddenly vomited a pool of blood on the ground.

"puff--"

Everyone was already in a bad mood, and Fujioka Takamichi's sudden outburst made them even more frightened.

"Fujioka-san, what's wrong?"

"I...I don't know?"

Fujioka Takamichi knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach.

He only feels pain in his stomach right now.

"Qi Ming, could it be that his symptoms are..."

Qi Ming stood up and stood in front of Fujioka Takamichi, speaking with a serious expression.

"Yes, it's in the late stage. It seems that reporter Fujioka's body is very susceptible to the virus. Judging from the current situation, he may not make it through tonight."

Fujioka Takamichi looked at Qi Ming with a deathly pale face.

He endured the excruciating pain, his remaining wisdom telling him that this man must be behind the situation.

"No, no, the virus is... pfft!"

Just as Fujioka Takamichi was about to tell the truth, he coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground.

Fujioka Takamichi eventually collapsed in a pool of blood and lost consciousness.

"..."

When the moles saw that Takamichi Fujioka had become like this, they finally realized that this was not part of his plan.

Unable to contain their emotions any longer, they began to whisper to each other, and then their voices grew louder and louder.

"What's going on? Wasn't this a fake virus? Why did it turn out like this?!"

"I don't know! Who knows what he's thinking!"

"Do you think we've been abandoned?"

"What did you say?"

"It's those people who aren't here! Those down below decided to betray us, steal the Buddha statue, and live a carefree life. To keep it a secret, they specially replaced it with a real virus to kill us!"