The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

Wen Shao smiled lightly and said, "Yes, yes, but I would like to ask you to answer a question."

To the older researcher, his tone was polite, but the question he asked was very sharp: "If a little blood is not enough, do you need more blood?"

"That's...possible."

"If no amount of blood is enough for research, do you need a certain part of my body, or do you take me directly to the operating table and dismember me?"

The old researcher seemed to have been greatly insulted: "What are you talking about?"

The people at the institute are all the country's top regular talents. How could they possibly conduct such an in vivo experiment? Wen Shao was simply insulting them by saying this!

Wen Shao said calmly: "Don't get excited, I'm just raising reasonable doubts. You also know that I am in a special situation now, and the situation is so serious now. If you can save mankind by sacrificing me alone, will you still be so determined?" ?”

"Can you guarantee that no matter what the research results are, the institute will judge me as an independent person and not treat me as an experimental subject?"

"You have been doing scientific research all your life, so you should know very well how stubborn some people are about research, which cannot be described rationally."

The old researcher fell into deep thought.

"What I'm trying to say is, if you can't control what's going to happen in the future, then don't start it in the first place."

"Obviously, at least in terms of mentality, I am just an ordinary person. I have no spirit of sacrificing myself to save all mankind. If that day comes, I will become everyone's enemy."

"The reason why I bring it up so seriously now is because I don't want to get to that day, and it will be embarrassing for everyone."

The old researcher touched his few hair and felt a headache. What he said was not unreasonable. After he took Wen Shao's blood today, could he be responsible for the series of things that happened next?

He thought he couldn't guarantee this.

"I, I'll discuss it with them when I go back." The old researcher sighed. He was just a bad researcher, and Wen Shao's series of words really didn't bother him.

"Actually, I have another way."

"what?"

"As the saying goes, a long-term illness makes a good doctor. As a human being who has been cured by zombies, can I join the research? I am not an experimental subject, but a researcher."

The old researcher looked him up and down, and finally his eyes fell on his too young face: "Have you... graduated from college?"

Wen Shao: "Well... graduated."

"What school did you graduate from?"

Is this an interview?

Wen Shao's face darkened as he remembered the time when he had just graduated from college and encountered difficulties in finding a job.

Do zombies also need academic qualifications these days?

"That's not important. What's important is that maybe I can really contribute to research. I don't know for sure?"

The old researcher sighed: "Well, there's not much progress anyway. You're not a big deal, as long as you don't come in and cause damage."

Now he just thinks Wen Shao is in there to make fun of him. Although he is speechless, he doesn't stop him too much. Of course, how he shamelessly begged Wen Shao to stay after that is a story for another day.

After receiving the approval, Wen Shao greeted the rescue team members the next day, quit the team, put on protective clothing and entered the research room.

"Are you here?" The old researcher put down his busy work and introduced Wen Shao to everyone in person. "Let me introduce to you, this is the person who was infected by the zombie virus and then recovered, Wen Shao."

Hearing the speech of the most respected senior of the institute, everyone raised their heads. From the transparent masks, one could vaguely see their ghost-like expressions after enduring for several days, and the eyes that looked at Wen Shao were shining.

Wen Shao felt like they were malnourished vampires, as if they were about to pounce on them in the next second.

In their eyes, Wen Shao's whole body was valuable for research.

The old researcher also saw the glint in their eyes, and had to sigh that indeed Wen Shao's worries were right. If he could not prevent future development, then he should not be turned into an "experimental subject" in the first place, even now Just take a little bit of his blood.

"Ahem, everyone, calm down. Wen Shao will be a temporary researcher at our institute from now on."

Everyone immediately lost interest.

The old researcher coughed lightly and asked Wen Shao to follow him: "Just follow me and watch."

The main reason is that there are not enough manpower and machines, and Wen Shao is a layman, so it is naturally impossible to give him a single instrument to do whatever he wants.

The instruments in the institute are very expensive!

Wen Shao looked left and right and saw an instrument gathering dust in the corner: "Can I use this?"

The old researcher looked up and found that there was something wrong with the instrument. Before he had time to report it for repair, he nodded: "Well, you can play with it."

Wen Shaoshun took away some samples on the old researcher's desk and turned around to adjust the instrument. He had done such work before.

No matter which world he is in, the principle of the zombie virus will not change. As long as he can see through the changes in other parts of it, he can successfully research the results based on his previous experience.

Time passed little by little, and Wen Shao made one set of data after another. After a long time, the old researcher discovered that half of the virus samples on his desk were missing, and he saw Wen Shao busy at a glance.

I couldn't help but mutter: It looks quite impressive, and isn't this instrument malfunctioning?

Qing Mimi leaned over and saw a bunch of data on Wen Shao's desk, and her eyes widened instantly.

"You scared me." Wen Shao rolled his eyes at him, "Do you always walk without making any sound?"

There is no one who is not irritated when doing data, and Wen Shao is not holding on at all.

The old researcher was not angry even after being scolded, and said with a smile: "Go on, you go on."

The head of the Tangtang Research Institute had been following Wen Shao all afternoon, but as soon as Wen Shao told him any information, he immediately ran to the next table to submit it, and then continued to follow Wen Shao.

This precision, this professionalism...

But as Wen Shao's research deepened, the old researcher had no time to lament why he was as proficient as he had been doing research for decades at such a young age. Instead, he instantly became serious and called on everyone else to help.

So many people are researching like headless flies, but they can't compare to Wen Shao's achievements in one afternoon!

Wen Shao didn't object. It was better to have help than walking on a single-plank bridge alone, but he didn't need so many helpers. Except for a few people who handed him things, the others took the data he recorded and looked around. From time to time, they would sigh and discuss in a chatty manner.

Wen Shao couldn't bear it anymore and raised his head: "If you talk again, get out!"

It's over, everything has changed. The temporary members of the institute want the senior cadres to get out.

However, these veteran cadres did not dare to be dissatisfied at all, and all smiled. Afterwards, the research room was as quiet as death, with only the slightest sound of breathing.

Zombies don’t need to breathe now, so shouldn’t they also be more restrained?