The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 567 The worst is yet to come

The woman lying on the bed, tied up with ropes and missing one leg, suddenly opened her eyes from her deep sleep!

If you open your sleepy eyes slowly like you wake up, you won't feel anything. But if you open your eyes suddenly and stare wide, it will look very scary in the current environment, especially if your eyeballs don't move, but just stare straight at the ceiling, and the edges of your eyes are covered with bloodshot like tree branches, which is very suffocating!

Zhang Su's insight was so sharp that perhaps he did not expect such a thing to happen, and he did not catch the movement of Qiu Hui's eyelids. She was sleeping quietly in the previous second, and her eyes were open in the next 0.01 seconds. He grabbed Duan Wuhu and quickly took two steps back to keep a safer distance.

The scene was quiet and the air was frozen.

Zhang Su held Duan Wuhu's arm and could feel it trembling slightly. He was obviously afraid, but he was not too scared because he had excellent hearing and could clearly hear the strong beating of Qiu Hui's heart.

Since there is a heartbeat, it is definitely not a zombie, but it could be something more outrageous, so you still need to pay attention.

"Zhang, Zhang, brother Zhang, is this... a scam, a fake corpse, or a corpse transformation?"

Duan Wuhu was so nervous that he stuttered.

"Hey! It's moving! It's moving!"

Without waiting for Zhang Su's response, Duan Wuhu saw Qiu Hui slowly turn her head and glance over at him. That cold gaze was colder than the air outside the room and it stung his nerves.

If possible, he really wants to leave here. Although the zombies are cruel, they are all exposed. What is this now? Mental torture?

"Zhang, Brother Zhang."

Suddenly, Qiu Hui spoke, her voice hoarse, her eyes turned from cold to lifeless, the skin on her face twitched, her lips were cracked and bleeding, staining her teeth red, she spoke with difficulty and calmly: "Am I going to, am I going to die?"

"I see you're living a very active life. Do you have any special feelings?"

The heavier the atmosphere, the more Zhang Su likes to use a light-hearted tone to ease it.

It turned out that the effect was quite good. Qiu Hui's sad expression froze, the death in her eyes slowly faded away, and then she opened her mouth and spoke slowly.

"I was in so much pain. I couldn't feel cold or hot, I just felt numb all over. The world I saw turned black and white. My head hurt so much that I couldn't move. It felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of needles."

The feeling of numbness is not as common as pain or itching. Most of the time, it is just pressure that causes numbness in the hands and feet, which does not feel particularly uncomfortable. But if it rises to a certain level and spreads throughout the body, it will be very painful!

"It sounds like it's very difficult. You are very brave to stick with it!"

Zhang Su couldn't explain the strange symptoms, so he could only comfort her and then get straight to the point: "Do you know your specific situation now? According to Dr. Fu and his team's observations, you will be back and forth between normal and... um, unconscious. I heard that you have no memory of the time when you lost consciousness?"

"Do not have."

Qiu Hui tilted her head blankly, stared at Zhang Su, and gave a different answer.

Zhang Su was stunned and asked in confusion: "You concealed the situation before?"

Qiu Hui nodded slightly, with a gleam of sadness in her eyes.

"Sister, this is not right." Duan Wuhu saw that the other party was in a normal state and was no longer nervous, so he persuaded her: "If you don't tell us the truth, it will be difficult for us to help you."

Qiu Hui didn't say anything, just shook her head.

Zhang Su saw that she had something to hide and it was not appropriate to dig deeper for the time being, so he asked: "Can you tell me what happened when you lost consciousness?" "I can tell you." Qiu Hui's mouth opened and closed like a puppet: "My head hurts so much that I can't stand it anymore, and I will suddenly lose control of my body. At that time...all my feelings are normal, I feel pain, cold, and my internal organs are twitching. I don't know what force is controlling my body, and I don't know what that force wants to do."

"So how did you get out of that state in the end?"

Zhang Su asked.

If you can get out of the crazy state on your own, it's not so bad.

Qiu Hui didn't say anything, but just moved her gaze to Duan Wuhu's face.

Duan Wuhu saw Qiu Hui looking at him and understood what she meant. He said helplessly, "Inject a dose of sedative and then it will be stable. So far, it has been injected three times, but it has not shown drug resistance, and the dosage has not been increased."

Zhang Su rubbed his forehead and said, "Maybe the dosage was originally large enough, so even if drug resistance is developed, it can still be controlled..."

Under today's poor conditions, it is very normal to have poor dosage control. For example, one sleeping pill is enough to fall asleep, but each time you take a dose slightly less than the lethal dose, even if your resistance increases every time you take the pill, it is still far from the dose itself.

"This... maybe."

Duan Wuhu spread his hands awkwardly and forced an apologetic smile to Qiu Hui. He seemed to understand why Qiu Hui wanted to hide the situation from Weijun.

During the entire treatment process, Qiu Hui was not treated as a patient, but more like an experimental subject. No one respected her ideas and no one cared about her feelings.

"Brother Zhang, I've heard of a form of execution by injection. Does the camp have such conditions? Why don't you arrange one for me? I don't want to live anymore."

Qiu Hui was very sad and asked Zhang Su to die.

"It's not time to be so pessimistic!" Zhang Su waved his hands and said in a low voice: "You just said that you lost control of your body after your headache reached its limit. So if I inject you with a small dose of analgesics to suppress your headache, would the problem be solved?"

Qiu Hui smiled bitterly: "Don't bother, Brother Zhang. I know you have tried your best, but I feel like a zombie now. Many feelings have disappeared. There is no hope in living. It is better to die so as not to waste food."

Hearing Qiu Hui's words, Zhang Su suddenly frowned, not because of her pessimism, but because he noticed other content.

"Qiu Hui, let me ask you, besides the headache, numbness all over the body, and dull sense of touch, is there anything else that is different from before? Tell me about any difference."

Duan Wuhu was a little surprised to hear Zhang Su suddenly become serious.

Qiu Hui didn't have so many thoughts. She just thought Zhang Su was a good person and didn't give up on her until this time. So she endured the headache and said, "In addition to those symptoms, I feel that my nose is more sensitive. I can smell many smells that I couldn't smell before, and there is no smell in my mouth..."

The sense of smell is enhanced, but the sense of taste is lost, which is a very jarring conflict.

"Then... I felt full of energy, but I had a terrible headache. I..."

At this point, Qiu Hui's headache seemed to be getting more and more severe. She clenched her fists that were exposed outside the rope loops, and the ropes that bound her were creaking from the tension.