16 years

The intern lowered his head. He didn't have a firm belief to save Irene, and he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. He could only take over the incubator as if evading, and fled the scene quickly.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Shao Xuefan's forehead. He raised and lowered the knife, and new samples kept entering the collection box.Irene's struggling movements gradually became sluggish, and even the whimpering and roaring became weaker.

Shao Xuefan took time out of his busy schedule to glance at the monitor next to him - on the monitor, Irene's vital signs were continuously declining, and the number of active molecules in her blood was decreasing rapidly, and she was only one step away from being completely zombified.

All of a sudden, everyone quickened their movements.

Half an hour later, Irene's blood was completely coagulated.The black blood congealed into rotten ooze, her pupils dilated, her eyes turned yellow and blue, the temperature of her skin dropped, and her limbs became stiff.

Shao Xuefan stopped what he was doing, and threw the scalpel into the tray next to him.

The assistants around him closed several sampling boxes one by one, and sent them out of the operating room one by one.Shao Xuefan threw the blood-stained gloves in the recycling bin and took off his mask.

"It's time." Shao Xuefan said, "She has lost her research value."

As soon as Shao Xuefan finished speaking, almost at the same time, a figure suddenly appeared outside the glass window of the operating room.

"Professor Shao, hello." The young woman in the corridor turned on the intercom and said politely to him, "Our leader has arrived."

Shao Xuefan frowned very lightly.

But he hid it well, and no one noticed his impatience. He hummed and promised, "Got it, I'll come right away."

Irene on the operating table had stopped struggling, only her hands and feet twitched unconsciously for a moment from time to time, and she didn't know if she was dead or fell into a dormant state.

Shao Xuefan glanced at her, but didn't give her much attention.

"Dispose of it." Shao Xuefan said, "Be careful of medical pollution."

Hearing the words, the assistant beside him agreed, walked to the equipment rack by the door, and pulled out a half-meter-long army thorn from it.

The assistant was obviously used to this kind of "aftermath". He wiped a knife blade with a disinfectant wipe, then walked to Irene's side, supported her neck, and neatly inserted the general stab into the back of her fragile head, and then slightly touched her wrist. As soon as he exerted force, he vigorously stirred the blade in her mind.

Shao Xuefan had already changed out of his surgical gown. He took a look into the room and confirmed that the assistant had dealt with the blood, then he turned his head and walked out of the operating room without paying any more attention.

When he walked out of the corridor, the elevator happened to stop on this floor, and guards with loaded guns stood in two rows outside the elevator. Shao Xuefan put one hand in his pocket, glanced casually, and happened to meet the eyes of the man in the elevator.

The visitor looked five or sixty years old, dressed in suits and leather shoes, and accompanied by two secretaries, who were still reporting to him on work just before the elevator door opened.

"Old Shao." The visitor nodded slightly, and greeted Shao Xuefan politely: "I heard that there is something wrong with the petri dish?"

"Unfortunately, although we have worked hard to prolong the service life of the petri dish, its reversibility is too poor, and it has just been declared scrapped." Shao Xuefan said: "Fortunately, we have reserved enough research samples to last for a period of time. A study of time."

The man frowned slightly, apparently still concerned.

"Then with the current sample size, is it enough to develop a drug?" the man asked.

Shao Xuefan shook his head.

"I still need more special data." Shao Xuefan said: "The petri dish has been 'deteriorated' when it was delivered, and many data cannot be compared, so I still hope that the second one can be in place as soon as possible."

"According to our point of view, we hope to keep casualties to the minimum possible." The man said euphemistically, "After all, number two has a different meaning."

"Scientific research requires sacrifice." Shao Xuefan remained unmoved: "On the road of human development, fire is needed to point the way forward."

Shao Xuefan's attitude was very firm, and it was difficult for the man to say anything. He was silent for a moment, and did not continue this topic.

"Don't worry, I will do my best for human beings." Shao Xuefan said, "By the way, I haven't asked my son—"

"He's safe, and he's already on his way back." There was a slight smile in the man's voice: "After this time, he will be transferred to a position with higher security—of course, he will only say yes Normal job transfer."

"That's good." Mentioning Shao Qiu, Shao Xuefan softened a little. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm just kidding, half of the loess is buried, and there is no one else to—"

Shao Xuefan hadn't finished speaking when he heard a loud siren in the working area not far away. The bright red warning lights lit up the corridor red, and then there were several shocking screams from the room.

The guards next to the man immediately loaded their guns and protected him from behind in a well-trained manner.

Shocked, Shao Xuefan subconsciously took a few steps back and squeezed into this protective circle.

In just a few seconds, a young man in a white coat suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Shao Xuefan knew him, he was a junior intern, and he was supposed to be cleaning up the operating room and "medical waste", but for some reason, covered in blood, he stumbled out of the corridor, as if he had seen a ghost.

As if frightened, he glanced around with his canthus tearing apart. When his eyes fell on Shao Xuefan, he seemed to have real substance. He subconsciously wanted to rush towards him, but was blocked by several guards with guns from left to right. Living.

"Professor!" The intern shouted at him frightened and incoherent: "She's alive! She's not dead! She's biting!"

"She bit the teacher and wanted to eat people—"

Before he finished speaking, several people rushed out of the corridor one after another. They were in a panic, their hands and feet were weak, and they pushed each other and fell into a ball.

The mentor who left behind to deal with the aftermath was a little older, and his reaction was not as timely as that of the young man, so he fell last. When he "crawled" out of the corridor, there was a bite mark the size of a bowl on his ankle, and black blood had already oozes out.

Immediately afterwards, Irene also appeared behind the glass door.

——She was covered in blood, because most of her spine was cut off by a military thorn, so she could only tilt her head, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

The opened abdominal cavity was carelessly exposed to the air, and the rotten organs fell out of Irene's body, shaking and shaking in front of her, leaving behind a place of stinky blood spots.

The lethal methods of ordinary zombies seem to have no effect on her, but Irene still moves freely and has great lethality.

Shao Xuefan's heart was pounding, physical fear occupied his brain, his hands and feet were weak, blood rushed into his brain, hitting his eyes into darkness.

The two guards made a decisive decision, each of them supported Shao Xuefan and the man, and they turned on the elevator button with their hands, and pushed him in together.

The steel door of the elevator closed slowly. Shao Xuefan was still in shock. He could only hear the screams and the sound of the siren.

In the chaos, the intern who rushed out of the corridor at first screamed in fear.

"No, no, don't shoot, I haven't been bitten—"

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was drowned out by a burst of gunfire.

The last gap of the elevator door was completely closed, and Shao Xuefan's face was slowly reflected on the clean steel door.

-

At the same time, Fu Yan put down the communicator for the third time on the national road out of city D.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ruosong asked, "Who are you calling?"

"No. [-]." Fu Yan said, "It's very strange that the communication of No. [-] has been in a dormant state and cannot be dialed."

This is a very rare situation, Fu Yan thought.

Zhao Jincheng is the operational commander of the military region. In the timeline of his two restarts, the other party has been guarding the base of the military region like a Dinghai magic needle. The communicator is turned on 24 hours a day. Even if there is a time when the call cannot be made, there must be a secretary to handle affairs for him. , never lost contact.

"Uncle Zhao hasn't contacted me much during this time." Liu Ruosong said, "The last time we contacted was several days ago...but he didn't say anything serious, he just asked about your recovery, and then asked I take good care of you."

"Just calling to greet each other?" Fu Yan asked.

"Yes... I also felt something was wrong at the time." Liu Ruosong said: "But he said that the military area is fine, and told me not to think about it, and comforted me a few words."

Fu Yan was a little strange.

Zhao Jincheng was so busy that he hit the back of his head with his feet, how could he have the time to make extravagant phone calls from thousands of miles away to condolence him.

Confused in his heart, he couldn't help but dialed another number, but this time the result was the same as last time, and he still couldn't get through.

"If there are no special circumstances, No. [-] will not go out on his own." Fu Yan said, "Then where can he go?"

"Captain." Shao Qiu glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that something happened to the base?"

He and Fu Yan thought of going together - Zhao Jincheng, as the highest operational commander, would not be able to meet him no matter how noisy the outside was, unless the base was in chaos, he would never lose contact suddenly.

Zhao Jincheng lost contact, this abnormality made Liu Ruosong feel vigilant, he suddenly pressed Fu Yan's wrist, turned his head, and stared at him with piercing eyes.

"But didn't Feng Lei say that the people from the base told us to go back?" Liu Ruosong said, "Who called?"

"Have you received any news from the base?" Liu Ruosong asked.

"It seems that there is no such thing." Shao Qiu answered, "Both the captain and I only received the routine return mission notice, and did not communicate with there."

"However, there will be such a situation in wartime." Shao Qiu said: "Maybe there is a problem with the base station, and the signal transmission cannot pass--Feng Lei is the base communication, and there is a spare communication port between them. We are in the wilderness. , it’s normal if you can’t receive it.”

"No, I still feel—"

Liu Ruosong wanted to say that he still felt that something was wrong, as if it was an obvious trap.But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the vibration of the communicator.

A new text message popped up on Fu Yan's communicator, from Zhao Jincheng who just couldn't establish a call connection.

The message from the private number flickered for a moment, probably because of the signal, and it took several minutes to get the specific content.

[Changes, return quickly. 】