Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

The next day, only a few people remained in the huge laboratory, making the room feel extremely empty.

Li Mo merely frowned slightly, saying nothing.

Actually, not many people took the day off yesterday.

Some people fell ill after returning home, while others felt the lab was unlucky and speculated that experiments conducted there recently had produced a terrible virus. Some even conjured up images of the end of the world, nervously locking themselves in their rooms, waiting for their superpowers to erupt.

By the third day, the laboratory was completely empty, and even basic operations could no longer be maintained.

With no other option, Li Mo had to temporarily halt his research and seek fresh blood, as his individual strength was ultimately insufficient. Having experienced teamwork before, he didn't want to fight alone again, even if his collaborators weren't truly committed.

As Li Mo emerged from the research institute, he spotted the security guard at the entrance and immediately put on a very eye-catching mask. The mask featured a lifelike, chubby little pig, perfectly complementing the guard's own demeanor and making him quite adorable.

Li Mo pretended not to see his actions and walked out without looking to the side. After walking a distance, she looked back and saw the gatekeeper spraying something into the air.

I hailed a car at the entrance of the research institute, and when I got in, I noticed that the driver was also wearing a mask.

Li Mo didn't pay much attention at first, thinking the other person had some kind of germophobia.

A few minutes later, the car drove through the suburbs and into a bustling area. Li Mo looked out the window and noticed that, despite not having left the house for just a few days, most people on the street were wearing masks.

"Sir, what's going on on the street? Why is everyone wearing masks?"

The driver spoke casually, almost as if he didn't care at all. It was as if this kind of thing happened often and he was used to it.

"It's just the flu, it won't kill you. You'll feel unwell for a few days, but once the country develops a new drug, everything will be fine."

Okay, it only happens once every few years, so we should get used to it. This is just plain giving up, their mentality is off the charts.

Li Mo was speechless.

Li Mo said he couldn't learn that kind of composure, even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

The driver turned a corner, glanced back in the rearview mirror, and said something that sounded like a suggestion, yet also like sarcasm. "Young people shouldn't be so impatient. This is nothing. Environmental pollution is a natural punishment, it's normal."

Li Mo got out of the car and went into a small supermarket. He bought a bottle of drink and a pack of face masks.

The cashier was an elderly man wearing a mask who coughed occasionally. When he saw Li Mo approaching, he coughed and pointed to his mask.

"Cough cough cough... First, put on... cough cough cough... mask..."

After tearing open the packaging and putting on a mask, Li Mo was about to step forward again.

The old man stopped him once again.

"Thirty-two in total, pay by scanning the QR code at the door... I can hear you."

Li Mo stopped and scanned the QR code at the door. Hearing the old man coughing, he couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"You're sick, why don't you go to the hospital to get checked out?"

The old man coughed violently a few times before finally suppressing the cough. His voice was weak and feeble, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and he looked very frail.

"The hospital is packed with people, the lines are stretching outside. The hospital can't do anything about it, if only they could cure... cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Li Mo turned and walked out, not listening any further.

People on the street were hurrying along, and the streets seemed even quieter than before.

Li Mo pulled down his mask and took a few sips of his drink. The slightly cool beverage couldn't suppress the panic deep inside him.

It seems something big has happened; it's spreading so fast. In just a few days, you can hear coughing everywhere.

When I was in school, I always felt that biopharmaceutical science was too broad, and there were too many people studying it. Since others could easily excel in this field, I didn't pay much attention to it and only dabbled in it.

Now, even if I wanted to help, I am powerless to do so.

After gulping down a few more mouthfuls of his drink, Li Mo put on his mask and strode into the depths of the alley.

Hopefully, as usual, this is just a common viral infection, and the country can quickly develop a vaccine.

In the wake of the world wars, Earth's pollution worsened. Viral outbreaks became more frequent, giving rise to a variety of diseases. Humanity's home planet was riddled with wounds, and humanity must quickly find its own way out.

The person Li Mo is looking for is named Jason, who is quite knowledgeable in biopharmaceuticals but is a recluse and rarely interacts with others. During his school days, Li Mo had overheard other professors discussing him, calling him a peculiar genius.

His research has hit a bottleneck; who knows, maybe he can…

Jason's biopharmaceuticals might be able to solve the viral infection problem outside. Thinking of this, Li Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and his fingers trembled with excitement.

I found the address and cautiously rang the doorbell.

The bell didn't ring.

I pressed the button again, but the doorbell still didn't ring.

Is it...broken?

"Jason, Mr. Jason?"

Is Mr. Jason home?

Li Mo couldn't help but raise his voice and call out a couple of times. He stood at the door for a while longer, but Mr. Jason still didn't appear.

Li Mo hesitated for a moment before deciding to go back.

The professor's assessment of him as aloof was not without reason. Those inside the room had probably already heard him, but simply chose to ignore him.

Since he couldn't persuade him, he could go find someone else. Li Mo was a little disappointed, and just as he turned to walk back, a voice called out to him.

"Professor Li Mo, please wait."

The voice was hurried, so he must have been walking quite fast.

Li Mo turned his head and saw that the person who had spoken fluent Chinese just now actually had a head of golden hair.

Blue eyes, a high nose bridge—a classic Western look. His long hair, tied back, gave him an artistic air.

"You must be Mr. Jason, right?"

Jason nodded. "I know you, the genius scientist Li Mo."

For some reason, Mr. Jason was surprisingly easy to talk to. As soon as Li Mo explained his purpose, Mr. Jason immediately nodded in agreement.

He then took him to visit his underground research base and introduced his research findings to Li Mo, although Jason seemed to be more skilled in biology.

Various biological studies have made great strides, the most significant of which is the development of feathered mice, which are now able to grow and reproduce normally.

However, the thought that these studies would eventually be applied to humans made Li Mo's hair stand on end.

The thought of growing feathers like a bird, with bacteria lurking beneath them, ready to take root and thrive, made Li Mo wish he could pluck all his feathers and expose himself to the sunlight, becoming a bald, featherless bird-man.

"Ew~ That's terrifying!"

Li Mo swallowed hard, silently smoothing down the hairs on his body.

Fortunately, Mr. Jason was excitedly presenting his research findings and did not notice.

Li Mo unconsciously rubbed his fingers, thinking that the original human form was still more beautiful. Handsome appearance, smooth skin, coordinated limbs, the combination was so perfect.

Why add unnecessary details? It's neither bird nor human; is it really that important that it can fly?

Would Mr. Jason accidentally leak his research findings while researching the drug?

Hiring someone is risky, so it's best to keep a close eye on them.

What if?

The face of someone who has lost their humanity doesn't directly say that they have lost their humanity.

Let's find a few reliable classmates to keep an eye on things together.

Liu Wen is quite good; he has high moral character, I've met him before, so he's a reliable person.