It’s Annoying I Want To Eat People

Yan Han was in a daze and didn't know when she came to the island again. Didn't she sink to the bottom of the sea? Where is this place? Looks very familiar.

She was walking in the long corridor with a wandering soul, which looked like the building of the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Why did she suddenly come here?

She continued to walk forward and came to the end of the corridor. Yan Han looked at the house number 902 in front of her. Whose room is this?

The door was closed, but it was strange that she could see the people in the room through the door.

It was Han Chi. Han Chi was tied to a chair. There was a middle-aged man standing beside Han Chi. The middle-aged man said a lot to Han Chi, saying that he wanted him to become too. Zombie, avenge his son.

son? Who is his son?

Yan Han stood outside the door and listened unclearly. After speaking, the middle-aged man took out the syringe and wanted to inject Han Chi with zombie virus. Yan Han wanted to rush in to stop the middle-aged man, but his body looked like Frozen, unable to move.

Yan Han looked at the wall clock in the room. It was 0:51 at that time.

The middle-aged man injected the virus into Han Chi's body, and then excitedly and proudly said a few cool words to Han Chi, then he closed the door, locked the door, and left.

The moment the door was closed, Yan Han suddenly woke up. She took a breath and struggled unconsciously. After her consciousness was awake, a message from her brain was that it was so cold! Yan Han opened his eyes and looked around. It turned out that he was soaked in the sea. But instead of sinking to the bottom of the sea, it floated up.

She didn't know how long she had been soaking in the cold sea, it was already broad daylight when she woke up. She tilted her head to look at herself. The black clothes wrapped around her didn't know when they disappeared. What was exposed was the life jacket Lin He gave her.

It turned out that the life jacket Lin He gave her rescued her. Lin He was really her lucky star. Without the equipment Lin He gave, she was afraid that she would not be able to escape Yunjing City.

She swam in the water and saw from a distance that there seemed to be an island far away. The sea surface was the same everywhere, she couldn't tell the direction at all.

Yan Han didn't care about the appearance of that small island, whether it was an island or not, he swung his body and swam slowly towards the small island in his sight.

The island seemed to be not far from her, but it took a long time for her to swim. She swam from day to day until the sun went down, and it was dark before she swam. Fortunately, there was light on the island at night, and she wouldn't lose her way by the light source.

The island is getting closer and closer to her, and she has gradually seen the whole picture of the island, but fortunately this is the island.

There are only a few people on the border of the island standing guard on high ground, and some people just slack off and fell asleep leaning on the stakes. When Yan Han landed on the island, he suddenly felt sleepy. No way, is it 1 o'clock in the morning?

She shook her head and energized her, her sleepiness seemed to be driven away a bit by her.

Yan Han quickened his pace, followed his memory, and quickly found the CDC building. At the door of the building, a security guard was sitting in the security room on duty.

I was afraid it would be bad to enter directly through the gate rashly. She stopped, looked around, and walked around to the back of the building to find a safe passage.

The door of the safe passage was locked. Yan Han held the doorknob and twisted it with brute force. The door lock was broken by her. This kind of lock was just a piece of cake for her.

She came to the ninth floor, found 902 in the foreseeable dream, held the doorknob and twisted it hard as usual, and the door lock would be broken after a few seconds. She opened the door and saw Han Chi tied to a chair.

He closed his eyes, sweating profusely, tied to a chair, and his body was very hot, as if he had a high fever.

She pushed him hard, Han Chi still kept his head motionless, she pushed him again, and touched his forehead with her hand, wow, it's hot.

Yan Han's hands were cold, and the sudden icy cold caused Han Chi's nightmare to be abruptly broken.

He opened his eyes laboriously to see Yan Han clearly, and said hoarsely, "Yan Han, am I dreaming? You... why are you here?"

Seeing that he was awake, Yan Han wanted to tell him about her experience these days, but couldn't send a single byte. Had to get bored to untie the rope that bound Han Chi.

Han Chi's legs were numb when he was tied up. When he first untied the rope, he almost couldn't stand firmly. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Yan Han hurriedly supported him, and Han Chi noticed that not only was Yan Han's hands terribly cold, but his whole body was also drenched, and his clothes were dripping with water.

Han Chi looked up weakly at her, and was surprised to find that Yan Han had changed a lot. First of all, the carrion on her face was reduced, the stench on her body was also weakened, and the eyes were clearer than before.

"Why are you wet?" Han Chi's voice was very soft, as if he was extremely tired.

Yan Han helped him downstairs and made a "hush" gesture to him, telling him not to speak.

Yan Han took Han Chi to his house with half support and half pull. Han Chi fell asleep as soon as he got in bed. She watched Han Chi fall asleep, and the sleepiness slowly came. She half-opened her eyes, blinked twice, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

His son’s grudge was finally reported in half. Ji Hong walked back and forth in the living room excitedly when he returned home, and then lay down in bed to rest, but he couldn’t sleep even more excitedly. When it was over, I was not in the mood to eat breakfast. I just wanted to see Han Chi turning into a zombie, and went to the CDC with his briefcase.

He walked into the door of the CDC and greeted the security guard on duty in a good mood. The security guard at the door was shocked. Since Director Ji’s son had an accident, Director Ji has been sullen for months. At work, the sun came out to the west today. Director Ji was in such a good mood and greeted him with a smile. It was weird. The security guard reacted for a few seconds and greeted Ji Hong with a smile.

Ji Hong nodded, walked into the elevator, pressed the floor, and stared at the number displayed on the elevator, as if staring at the changing number of the elevator could speed faster. When the 9th floor arrived, he hurriedly speeded up and walked out. With hurried steps, he came to the 902 office.

He didn't dare to walk in rashly, worried that a zombie would pounce at him as soon as he pushed the door, wouldn't it be scared to have a heart attack. Ji Hong stood one and a half meters away from the door, tilting his head to listen to the movement in the office. He listened for a while and found that there seemed to be no movement inside, so he boldly approached.

As he approached, he suddenly found that the door lock of his office was broken, and it seemed to be broken with brute force. With a sudden heartbeat, is it possible that after Han Chi became a zombie, he broke away from the rope, broke the door, and escaped?

He opened the door gently with his hand, and there was no one in the office.

Ji Hong walked into the office and looked at the rope on the ground. The rope was basically intact, not as if it had been forcibly broken. When he first planned, he was worried that Han Chi would break the rope after becoming a zombie, so he deliberately picked the thickest and most resilient rope.

There is a small puddle of water stains not far from the rope. How can there be water here? Ji Hong bent down and lowered his head to take a closer look at the water stain. There seemed to be some small salt particles precipitated beside the water stain. Sea water?

Ji Hong was trying to find a straw to collect the water on the ground. At this time, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. Ji Hong looked up at the wall clock. It was 7:30. It was probably Secretary Liu who came to work. He quickly rolled up the rope and put it in the drawer.

Secretary Liu saw that the door of Director Ji's office was ajar, and was taken aback. He thought it was a thief, and hurriedly opened the door and poked his head in.

When I saw that it was Ji Hong inside, he asked with a little doubt: "Director Ji, why are you here so early today?"

"I had insomnia last night and couldn't sleep, so I simply came to work early."

"Hey, Director Ji, why is the lock in this office broken?" Secretary Liu asked in surprise, staring at the lock on the office door.

"Yeah, I'm also surprised. I just came here early in the morning. Fortunately, the important documents in the office have not been lost. Secretary Liu, please arrange for a locksmith to repair them as soon as possible."

"Well, good." Secretary Liu thought for a while and said, "Director Ji, do you want to go to the Armed Forces Department to get the 9th floor surveillance video?"

Ji Hong nodded and said, "Well, when I got off work yesterday, the lock was still good. It is very likely that the lock was broken by someone last night. You can get the surveillance, maybe you can take a picture of who did it. The ghost.” Although Ji Hong said so, he had another thought in his heart. The monitor on the 9th floor was adjusted to white. The night before, he secretly adjusted the angle of the camera on the 9th floor. The angle of the camera cannot take pictures of the corridor at all.

"By the way, Secretary Liu, now you go to the laboratory downstairs to get a clean test tube and straw upstairs." Ji Hong said, glancing at the water stains on the ground.

Secretary Liu nodded and immediately went downstairs, and soon came up, holding test tubes and straws in plastic bags in his hands.

Ji Hong took the plastic bag, squatted down, sucked up the only remaining water on the ground with a straw, moved it into the test tube, and put the stopper of the test tube into the plastic bag.

"Hey, Director Ji, how can there be water in this office?"

Ji Hong shook his head and said: "I came here early in the morning. I guess I left it last night. I will take it to the laboratory later and let the researcher test the composition of the water."

"Then Director Liu, I will find a locksmith first."

Ji Hong nodded, "Go."

After Secretary Liu left, Ji Hong went to the laboratory on the 7th floor and handed the test tube in the plastic bag to a researcher at 706 to test the composition of the water in the test tube.

After explaining the matter, Ji Hong took the elevator to the 5th floor again. In order to make himself more assured, he still had to go to Han Chi’s laboratory. Although this situation is unlikely to happen, he personally confirmed that he was hanging. The heart is also good to let go of it completely.

He came to Han Chi's laboratory and found that there was only one female researcher in the laboratory.

"Did you Professor Han come?" Ji Hong approached and asked.

Zheng Siqi saw that it was Director Ji, and quickly put down the experiment in her hand, and replied respectfully: "Professor Han just came here, in the next laboratory."

When Ji Hong heard Zheng Siqi's answer, he was shocked and muttered to himself subconsciously: "How is it possible?"

Zheng Siqi only saw Ji Hong's lips move, but didn't understand what he was talking about, so she asked: "Director Ji, what are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly."

"Your Professor Han came to work today?"

Ji Hong's tone was strange, and he was stunned to ask Zheng Siqi. His tone was like asking about something extremely unlikely. Is it possible that Professor Han shouldn't come to work today?

Zheng Siqi nodded blankly and said, "Yes, I'm here for work."

Ji Hong nodded thoughtfully and said, "You are busy with you." After that, he walked to the small laboratory next door.

Through the glass window of the small laboratory, he saw Han Chi sitting inside, like a okay person.

He didn't knock on the door, he pushed the door directly in, and before Han Chi could respond, he asked in a straightforward manner: "Why are you here? Why are you okay?"

Han Chi stood up, his face was very pale, and his spirit seemed very bad.

"I don't understand Director Ji asking that. This is my small laboratory. Shouldn't I be here?"

"How is it possible? How could you be okay?" Ji Hong's forehead blue veins burst, his eyes flushed at Han Chi.

Han Chi didn’t know how to make a good laugh, and said, “I don’t know how to answer what Director Ji said. I accidentally rolled down the stairs for a few months and broke my leg. Now I go up and down the stairs. They are all very careful. The embarrassment of rolling down the stairs shouldn't happen again in a short time."

Han Chi's face was calm, with neither anger nor resentment. If Ji Hong hadn't remembered what happened last night clearly, he would have thought that what happened last night hadn't happened at all.

Ji Hong stared at Han Chi's face, hoping to spot some clues. By the way, Han Chi's face was pale, with no blood on his lips, as if he had recovered from a serious illness. His face was not so bad last night.

The zombie virus clearly entered his body, how could he be okay? Could it be that……

No, absolutely impossible.

"Director Ji is looking for something to do with me?" Han Chi asked with a smile.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?" Han Chi tilted his head, trying to remember, and said, "There were a lot of things that happened last night. Which one is Director Ji referring to?"

Ji Hong also kept his eyes on him. He was afraid that Han Chi might deceive him. He might hide the recorder in his pocket, and he didn't dare to say clearly that he injected him with a zombie virus.

"Then tell me what impressed you most last night."

"The most impressive thing, um..." Han Chi pondered for a while, and said, "I almost fell again when I went upstairs last night. Alas, my leg is good, but it's about to go. It’s still a bit lame. Last night I walked up the stairs and almost rolled down with a single footstep. Fortunately, I quickly grabbed the handrails with my eyesight and my hands. I was shocked. Well, I was very impressed."

Ji Hong looked at Han Chi standing in front of him and talking, as if he was being teased, the more he listened, the more angry.

"Han Chi, don't pretend to be garlic with me, what the **** is going on with you?"

This time Ji Hong was really **** off by Han Chi, and his foul language was exploded. You must know that he used to be a lofty posture, always trying to maintain the majesty that he should have as a leader of the CDC, it is absolutely impossible to speak foul language.

Han Chi scratched his head helplessly, and said, "Where did I offend Director Ji? Director Ji wants to find my fault like this. I really don't understand what Director Ji means. I hope that Director Ji can make it clear. ."

Ji Hong understood. Han Chi was pretending to be here deliberately. It would be useless to say more. If you ask him this way, you will definitely not be able to ask. Ji Hong glanced at him, turned around, slammed the door shut, and sent all the suffocation in his heart to the door of Han Chi's small laboratory.

Ji Hong returned to the office on the 9th floor. Secretary Liu had already brought the locksmith to repair the office lock.

He looked at the broken lock removed by the locksmith and asked, "How did the lock break?"

"I'm not too sure about Director Ji, but based on my previous work experience, this lock doesn't look like it was broken with an appliance, it looks like it was broken by brute force."

Secretary Liu was surprised and said: "Oh my god, who has such great strength, this lock is not muddy, how can it be broken if it breaks?"

Ji Hong looked at the lock on the ground and thought of the rope in the drawer and the unharmed Han Chi. This really didn't make sense.

Why did things become so strange when it got to Han Chi? None of these three things made sense. If Han Chi hadn't become a zombie, how did he untie the rope, and how did he break the lock of his office?

It's a pity that the camera on the 9th floor was adjusted in advance by him, otherwise he could monitor what happened last night.

"Director Ji, Director Ji..." Seeing Ji Hong staring at the lock on the ground, Secretary Liu whispered to him in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

"Director Ji, I went to the Armed Forces Department to adjust the surveillance, but the camera on the 9th floor didn't know who adjusted the angle, and it couldn't take pictures of the corridor on the 9th floor."

"Does the monitoring show that who adjusted the camera?"

Secretary Liu shook his head, "I think the person who adjusted the camera should have stepped on it in advance. He happened to be standing in the blind spot of the surveillance, so he didn't photograph that person."

Ji Hong sighed and said: "The CDC has been too uneasy in the past few months, either here or there."

Immediately, looked away in a daze.

He analyzed it carefully, and Han Chi is nothing more than three situations. First: The virus reagent in his hand was dropped ahead of time; second: Han Chi had a vaccine for zombie virus; third: That is Han Chi has a special physique that makes him immune to R virus exposure.

The probability of each situation seems to be very small. He is planning to turn Han Chi into a zombie. No one except him knows that the virus reagent was hidden in advance. How could it be dropped by someone. Does Han Chi have a vaccine for zombie virus? This seems impossible. If he had developed a vaccine long ago, he would not disclose at all when he reported to his work every week. Then there is a third situation left, special physique? is it possible? If Han Chi is of this physique, then it also means that there are R virus antibodies in his body. Isn't it a simple matter to develop a vaccine? How can it be delayed for three years.

And when he injected Han Chi with the virus last night, Han Chi's calm look also made him puzzled.

Seeing Han Chi staying in the laboratory well, he felt very unhappy. I was afraid that this matter would have to come a second time, and he had to plan carefully.