Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

In that heavily protected laboratory, Shen Ying stayed by Zhang Wei's side the whole time.

Zhang Wei was like a silent statue, only occasionally showing a slight reaction when Shen Ying gently comforted him.

Ming Xiaoxiao led a group of researchers, working day and night on the front line of vaccine research.

Their eyes were filled with exhaustion, yet they shone with a determined light. As they discussed and analyzed the various experimental data, they gradually became clearer, as if they were trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle of hope in the darkness.

Whenever Colonel Lin Yu wasn't busy, he would come to the laboratory. He was tall and had a strong stride. Every time he stepped into the laboratory, he brought a calm and composed aura.

He inquired carefully about the progress of the research, from the reaction of the reagents to the changes in the cells, not missing a single detail. His concerned eyes not only showed his expectation for the successful development of the vaccine, but also his concern for the safety and efforts of everyone involved.

During a special meeting, Shen Ying met with high-ranking leaders of the world's countries.

They were in a solemn conference room, with a huge conference table surrounded by decision-makers with serious expressions.

The leaders listened attentively to the research team's report. Their faces bore the marks of time and responsibility; every decision they made concerned the life and death of countless people.

During the exchange, Shen Ying deeply felt the world's determination to work together to fight the zombie crisis.

The days passed slowly like sand in an hourglass amidst tension and busyness, and the end time set by the game was getting closer and closer.

As Shen Ying gazed out the window at the base gradually returning to life, her unease was slowly replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.

What delighted her even more was that she finally made contact with the original owner's family.

When she heard the unfamiliar yet warm voice on the other end of the phone and learned that they were safe and sound in another safe area, Shen Ying's eyes welled up with tears.

In the laboratory, various instruments continuously emitted rhythmic low hums, and Ming Xiaoxiao was focused on analyzing the latest experimental data obtained from Zhang Wei.

Her face, which had been calm and focused, suddenly changed dramatically.

His brows furrowed sharply, forming deep frown lines, and his beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and suspicion.

She suddenly raised her head, as if drawn by some mysterious force, her gaze fixed intently on Zhang Wei, as if trying to penetrate his body and uncover the secrets hidden within him.

Standing not far away, Shen Ying, with her keen observation, immediately noticed Ming Xiaoxiao's unusual behavior.

She was about to ask a question when she saw that Ming Xiaoxiao had quickly immersed herself in her own world of thoughts, engrossed in the vast ocean of experimental data and information.

At this moment, the air in the laboratory seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and the oppressive feeling surged and spread like a tide, making people almost suffocate.

Filled with doubt and worry, Shen Ying's gaze shifted back and forth between Ming Xiaoxiao's focused figure and Zhang Wei's empty and lifeless face.

Recently, during a break from his intense research, Zhang Wei unexpectedly showed a willingness to spend time alone with Ming Xiaoxiao.

Although Shen Ying was somewhat surprised, she was also secretly glad to have a moment of her own.

She slowly walked out of the laboratory and strolled along the roads within the base, unknowingly arriving at the bustling market.

The market was bustling with people, and the stalls were filled with a dazzling array of items, most of which were precious supplies salvaged from the ruins.

In front of an exquisitely decorated stall, a sapphire brooch that shimmered with a deep blue light instantly caught Shen Ying's eye.

The deep blue was like a tranquil lake in the night sky, profound and captivating, surrounded by tiny diamonds that refracted brilliantly in the sunlight.

Shen Ying was secretly amazed. Before the apocalypse, such luxurious jewelry was an unattainable dream for her, and she could not own it even if she spent several lifetimes' worth of savings.

However, at this moment, gazing at the brooch, Zhang Wei's eyes involuntarily appeared in her mind.

She inexplicably pulled out her commodity exchange voucher and bought the brooch without hesitation.

She gently picked up the brooch, examined it carefully in her palm, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips. She thought to herself that she would give it to Zhang Wei when she got back.

Night fell, as dark as ink, and quietly enveloped the survivor base.

In that room filled with soft lighting, Shen Ying and Zhang Wei sat facing each other across the railing.

Shen Ying gently opened a small box with her slender fingers, took out a sapphire brooch that emitted a captivating blue glow under the light, and said to Zhang Wei with a smile, "Isn't it beautiful? It looks just like your eyes. Here, it's for you."

After saying that, she stood up slightly and carefully pinned the brooch to Zhang Wei's clothes.

Shen Ying retreated to the bedside and sat down, her gaze fixed on Zhang Wei's face, which remained expressionless, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Shen Ying suddenly felt a childlike urge to tease this wooden-like man.

She tilted her head slightly, pondered for a moment, cleared her throat, and put on a very serious expression before slowly saying, "Zhang Wei, do you know? This brooch is no ordinary ornament. It is a treasure from a mysterious world, possessing powerful and magical magic."

As long as you follow my instructions, it can open the portal to the past, take you back to the past, retrieve all your lost memories, and allow you to become the vibrant person you once were.

As Shen Ying spoke, she stared intently into Zhang Wei's eyes, as if trying to find a hidden emotional fluctuation in those empty spaces.

Seeing that Zhang Wei seemed not to hear her and had no reaction, Shen Ying stood up and slowly paced around the room.

She spoke again, her voice rising a few decibels, with a hint of unquestionable authority: "Come on, raise your left hand first."

After saying that, she stopped and stood still, staring intently at Zhang Wei's left arm, her heart filled with anticipation, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

After a moment of silence, the only sound in the room was Shen Ying's soft breathing.

Zhang Wei remained motionless, like a lifeless statue.

Shen Ying gently bit her lip, a sly glint in her eyes.

She walked up to Zhang Wei, slowly squatted down, and gently cupped his face in her hands. The touch was cold and rough.

Shen Ying's eyes were filled with tenderness and "threat" as she said bluntly, "If you don't cooperate, I'll take the brooch away and never talk to you again."

Moreover, you'll never regain your memories; you'll be stuck spending the rest of your life in this daze.

After she finished speaking, she gently shook his shoulder with just the right amount of force, her gaze remaining fixed on Zhang Wei's face.

Trying to see even the slightest change in expression on that face, which was as still as dead water—even just a slight frown or a gentle tremor.

However, as time passed, Zhang Wei remained motionless, like a lifeless statue.

A hint of disappointment gradually appeared in Shen Ying's eyes. She sighed softly, and the mischievousness in her heart dissipated considerably.

After all that commotion, exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She slowly lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.