Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 3737 The Daily Life of the Savior
Faced with everyone's doubts, Ingres still explained a few words.

"Henrietta is infected with a special mutant virus. Once she dies, she will be immediately infected again. Those who were previously infected will also mutate..."

Under the influence of the nightmare, everyone did not question Angel's words.

They even remained rational and thought along the lines of Ingres. Of course, rationality came from Ingres's suppression of their emotions. After all, the end of the world was approaching, and letting their emotions run wild might lead to the spread of panic.

only……

Connors: "If it is really as you said, then there should be no problem for us to discuss the lockdown measures, right?"

Angel glanced at Connors and said, "There's no need to discuss this, because no matter how much you seal off the entire nursing center, it will still be useless."

Connors wondered, "Why? Is it because the blockade is not tight enough?"

Angel did not explain that he had already used Nightmare to block it, but took this opportunity to say: "The blockade itself is fine, but it's too late for you to block it now."

"late?"

Angel nodded: "As far as I know, most of the mutant viruses are still in the care center, but there are still 7%... a small amount of viruses that have leaked out."

"So." Angel looked around at everyone: "I need your help now. Help me find out from which channel the virus was leaked?"

After hearing Angel's questions, the chief doctors present were actually still confused.

Including Connors, no one was quite sure: "If the mutant virus has already leaked, is it too late for us to make up for it now?"

After all, the virus is not a wooden man, it will not wait for you to catch it.

However, in the face of Connors' doubts, Angle said confidently: "It's not too late now."

"Although I don't know the specific mechanism yet, but... as long as Henrietta is alive, the mutated Weird Virus will not spread on a large scale."

“If the infected are found and contained in time, it is possible to prevent this doomsday virus.”

After listening to Angel's story, Connors and other doctors began to think about the possible points of infection.

Regardless of what Ingres thought when he saw this scene, Turing was very surprised.

If it were normal, they would never have believed what the master said immediately, let alone put things on the right track so quickly, and work together to find the 7% of lost progress.

Turing turned to look at Ingres, and the little expression on the "TV screen" was full of admiration.

But soon, it showed obvious loss again.

Even above the small golden TV, three black lines appeared.

Such an emotional transformation naturally attracted Ingres' attention.

"Turing, you look lost?"

Turing tilted his head: "Disappointment? I don't know if this is loss, I just feel a little regretful."

"What's the regret?"

Turing used his newly awakened mind and began to express his rare emotional language as an AI: "I'm sorry that I can't help my master."

Angel smiled and patted the mini antenna of the small TV: "Don't forget your job. Your job is to integrate information and create variety shows, not to save the world with me."

"As long as you have done your job well, there is no need to feel regretful."

Turing continued to tilt his head: "But, apart from my job, I also feel sorry that many people cannot see the master's achievements."

Angel was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Are you feeling sorry for me, the 'unknown savior'?"

Turing nodded obediently: "Yes."

Angel: "It's okay. I don't care about these false reputations."

Especially since this was just a copy. The reputation in the copy was not that important.

Seeing that Angel had turned his head and listened to other people's conversation, Turing's expression gradually calmed down.

About five minutes later, the doctors seemed to have discussed an answer.

At this time, Turing whispered: "Can I write all this down?"

"Record?" Angel didn't understand what Turing meant for a moment.

Turing shook his face, and a picture appeared on the TV screen where the "expression" was originally.

The scene shows what Angle, Connors and others were discussing not long ago.

"This is..." Angel was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "Recording?"

Turing nodded: "I want to record the master's picture."

Angel was a little confused: "Why?"

Turing closed the picture on the TV screen and showed his expression again: "Isn't this what the master reminded me of?"

Angel pointed at himself: "Me?"

Turing nodded. "Master told me not to forget my job. I thought about it carefully. Master is trying to wake me up. I should use my subjective initiative to find creative ideas and complete my job."

Angel: “…” No.

Turing continued: "So, I just integrated the information I accumulated, and finally used my master ability to create a new variety show."

“I call this variety show: The Daily Life of the Savior.”

Hearing this, Ingres seemed to understand Turing's idea.

"The savior you're talking about isn't me, is he?"

Turing nodded sharply: "Yes. I have already thought of the title for the first episode of the first season. It is called: "The Savior is also quietly preventing the virus doomsday today!"

Angel: "..."

This strong sense of déjà vu plus the feeling of shame... What information did you absorb along the way? Did you go to see the novel stall on the roadside?

And, you're still showing the first episode of the first season? Are you planning on making this a multi-season series?
Seeing Turing's expectant look, Angle wanted to speak his mind, but in the end he said tactfully: "Although I really want to support your idea, you have to know that I would rather be a behind-the-scenes staff member of a variety show than a performer on stage."

"To put it another way, even if I really want to be a performer on stage, I can't save the world every day."

It just happened to happen today.

You can't expect a doomsday crisis every day, right? Or, do you want to do something big, find a way to destroy the world, and let me be the savior?
Turing blinked and said, "It doesn't matter. The Savior's Daily Life can be more about daily life rather than salvation."

"Besides, 'The Savior's Daily Life' is just a reality show. It's normal for variety reality shows to have scripts, right? Today it's the end of the virus, tomorrow it's a small town crisis... I can write a moving script."

Angel: "..."

“I don’t want to be a performer.”

Turing thought about it and decided that this was a problem that needed to be solved.

It pondered for a moment: "Then can I change my face? Or, Master, can you help me find an actor to perform the doomsday script later..."

"I believe that it will be a hit once it's finished, and I'll be able to gain more popularity points then!"

Seeing Turing's expression full of anticipation for making a variety show, and the fact that "hot spots" were indeed what Angle needed, he thought about it again and again, and finally nodded: "I will help you find other people to play this doomsday script later."

Turing: "Then the master promised me to record the video?"

Angel: "Didn't you say you were going to find someone to perform? Why are you recording it?"

Turing: "Material! Right now there is no hot spot that can solve the prop problem. We can only shoot more historical materials and add them in when the time comes."

Angel looked at Turing who looked excited and nodded: "Just shoot whatever material you want."

However, Ingres still made three rules with Turing: his materials, especially those of him using nightmare techniques and various powers, must not be filmed.

Turing also nodded in agreement.

Next, Turing stopped talking and focused on shooting the footage.

Angel used the magic book to control Turing's backstage and found that the material it shot was... a bit confusing.

Its language logic has made great progress during this period of time.

But in terms of camera language, it is still very lacking.

Ingres did not point out its problems. Anyway, the animal would discover these things itself after the filming was finished.

Moreover, even if the camera language is a little bit poor, as long as the post-production editing can keep up, it is not impossible to give it a new lease of life. But...

Can Turing edit?

do not know.

Angel didn't ask, but quietly put away the magic book and exited the control background.

……

Letting Turing play freely, Angle returned to the main topic.

After some discussion between Connors and many doctors, and with the help of Angel, they have roughly determined the reason for the remaining 7% of progress.

According to everyone's speculation, all the mutated strange viruses originated from Henrietta.

Then, anyone who is related to Henrietta may become a breach in the virus.

So what else is there about Henrietta that hasn't been talked about yet?

——Internal organs.

Or rather, the person who had Henrietta's organs transplanted into him.

Henrietta suffers from a disease that allows her to proliferate organs almost indefinitely, which makes her a natural embryo culture dish. Many people who are missing organs or have lost certain organs due to misfortune can rely on the mutant virus in Henrietta's body to cultivate new organs.

How could the organs grown from Henrietta not contain viruses?

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, the remaining 7% in Angel's progress bar will most likely be these people.

"There are many people who have received Henrietta's organs, and they are distributed over a wide area..." Connors looked at Angell: "Can we really control them before Henrietta dies?"

Angel didn't answer immediately, but looked at Connors: "Do you have information about these transplant recipients?"

Connors nodded: "That's true."

As he spoke, Connors quickly opened a secret cabinet and took out a thick stack of information.

"Every organ transplant operation is done in the hospital, so there are records."

Connors handed the information to Angle.

Angel quickly opened the leash and swept it quickly.

There are about a hundred pages in it, and each page is about a recipient of Henrietta's organ. The information is very detailed, including not only the transplant time, corresponding address, family situation, but also their photos.

Ingres used the address as the arrangement and quickly went through it in his mind.

70% of the transplant recipients were from the Fourteenth Town, and only a small number came from several surrounding underground towns.

As for the transplanters above the surface, there was not a single one.

This is not difficult to understand, because 100% of the people who received transplants were mutants. They didn't care about the strange virus, so they dared to accept the organs cultivated by Henrietta.

As for the legal residents on the surface, they have not been infected with the virus, and even if they have been vaccinated, there is no guarantee that their bodies will be able to survive a transplant of virus-infected organs.

Therefore, the people who received the transplant were all underground residents, and all of them were mutants.

This is relatively easier to search.

Angel picked out the information of the transplant recipients in the 14th town and handed it to Connors and Schneider: "Lead the team to find all these people."

"If you don't find someone, you can contact me through the logo on your hand."

Connors: "Logo on hand?"

Connors and Schneider looked down in confusion and saw that a thorny lion heart mark had appeared on the back of their hands at some point.

Not only them, but other people present and even the security personnel of the entire nursing center had an extra logo on the back of their hands.

"As for the remaining 30% of the patients, the rest of you should take your security team members and search separately. Just like Connors and the others, if there are any problems or if you don't find them at the designated address, contact me immediately."

As Angel gave instructions, he distributed the remaining information.

At the same time, he also glanced at the countdown.

"Countdown: 01:29:09"

There is exactly one and a half hours left, and if we just go to the addresses of these transplant recipients, it should be more than enough.

I’m worried that these transplant recipients are not at home, and it will take a long time just to find them.

Thinking of this, Angel snapped his fingers into the void again.

A large number of nightmare nodes poured into every logo like a torrent.

Whether it was Connors and others, or the security personnel on the first floor of the nursing center, they were all carrying a large number of Nightmare Nodes at this time.

"When you find someone, contact me immediately."

Angel plans to monitor everyone's actions from a God's perspective. Once he encounters a transplant recipient, he will remotely control the nightmare node left in the logo to seal off the transplant recipient first.

Avoid surprises.

If there are some transplant recipients who are not at home, as long as they give feedback, Angel will also locate their position through the God's perspective.

After making the arrangements, Angel asked them to lead their teams separately to carry out the search mission.

Angel sat in the dean's office and, from a bird's eye view, contacted everyone with the badge to coordinate the overall situation.

Within a few minutes, the various action teams had been assigned, and all the idle medical staff and security personnel were dispatched.

Only a small number of doctors who handle basic matters and infected people are left in the care center.

If it were under normal circumstances, without so many security guards and doctors, the nursing center would have been in chaos.

But under the control of Yan Huan, everyone did what they wanted and was not affected at all. Even if an outsider entered the care center, they would not find anything unusual.

Of course, it was impossible for Ingres to let outsiders in at this time.