Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Sit first!" said the soldier in front of him, then walked aside, took a simple air filter mask from the cabinet and placed it on the table, "Put this on."

"No need!" Fang Yan waved his hand, "If I would be infected, I've already been infected, and doing these things at this time is useless, and it's not just me, you should also be at risk of being infected. , but because your body's immunity is relatively high, there are no symptoms yet."

Speaking, Dialect sat quietly on the chair, then thought for a while and asked, "According to your work efficiency, you should have received the above notification by now. If I guessed correctly, it should be a virus."

There was no response, but watching the non-commissioned officer turn the platform silently, Dialect knew that his conjectures were inseparable, and after thinking about it, he said again, "If you think well, this should be a global virus dropped by aliens. It's the virus that was dropped while destroying most of our communications."

"Name, identity code." The Master Chief said, taking out his tactical tablet, and then transferred to the data query interface.

"Dialect, there is no information about me in the database, so you don't have to look it up." Dialect said, and did not want to use the identity information of 'Ge Jun' in the past, because in this case, it is better to be honest than to deceive and pretend. .

"Black household?" The sergeant asked, but did not make any drastic actions.

"It's not important." Dialect replied.

"Is there anything else you know about?" the Master Chief thought for a moment and asked,

"I'm just an ordinary person. I woke up after 9 o'clock this morning, and then I had a plate of fried rice at noon." Fang Yan smiled back, then thought about it, and said again, "If I have to say it, I can only wait for your immune medicine."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, and looking at the dialect, it seemed that he didn't know anything, the sergeant nodded, then thought about it and said, "You should also come to collect supplies, and you will go to the quartermaster to get some things later. , then go home, and take this with you."

Speaking, the sergeant handed the simple air filter mask on the table to Dialect, "in case of emergency."

"Yeah!" Fang Yan nodded, put on the air filter mask, stood up, opened the tent door and walked out.

The first wave of the aliens' offensive should be their attack on the space military forces of the Earth Federation, and their second wave of offensive is to release a global virus while destroying the ordinary electromagnetic communication of the earth.

Maybe it's a microbial virus that belongs to them alone, or maybe it's a human DNA virus that they quickly developed. As for the experimental specimen?

Will there be fewer humans on the colonized planets such as Mars, Venus, and the Moon?

The pictures that often appear in the movies are aliens and human beings **** the earth. From the perspective of dialect individuals, this is undoubtedly the most stupid method.

If the earth civilization is used as an example to invade other civilization planets, the dialect feels that after completely destroying the space power of that civilization, he will also have 10,000 ways to destroy the remaining civilizations on the planet.

Viruses, tsunamis, earthquakes, various rays...

...

Carrying a bag of rice, Dialect hurriedly walked on this chilling street, black pockets had begun to appear, and the power armor with the anti-epidemic logo had begun to walk through the streets and alleys. Know there is no effect of sterilizing gas.

But fortunately, there has not been a large-scale death. Most of the people who are dying now are the elderly with weakened immune function, or the children whose immune function has not yet fully grown, and those who have an incomplete immune mechanism. .

But is this really lucky?

You know, children are the future of this world...

"Crack!"

The dialect gently pushed the door open, then walked in quickly, and then covered his forehead. Sure enough, he felt a sense of low heat, but it was not so obvious.

So, should he be infected too?

Thinking about it, Fang Yan shook his head, also thinking of his unusual time to get up in the morning, and the rest of the people on the street were not in good spirits, probably because they got up too late and their spirits were not up.

At the same time, judging from the few people who had the disease before, this virus does not have too many external symptoms, otherwise the two people who died at the material distribution point would not have died suddenly without any symptoms. And it was extremely twisted when it died.

"What are you trying to tell me to do..."

Dialect sighed to himself, he would never believe that the group of people went all out to send themselves to this time and space to die, and everything contained the existence of purpose, but he could not guess the purpose of those people. .

He knows that if he wants to go back, he can only start this seemingly endless road, and then he can't go back, and the premise of this is that he must not die.

Is it to make me immune to viruses like in Resident Evil? And then provide antibodies? Immediately immunize people all over the world?

Dialect suddenly thought of a possibility, but then shook his head, because the cells in his body are very strange, no matter how you observe them, they are ordinary cells, no different from ordinary people, even after returning from that biochemical crisis, biological The Institute didn't find anything either.

This is very helpless, because it means that the cells extracted from his body cannot have any antibodies, or other substances exist...

The sporadic gunshots began to sound outside the window again. The Internet was unavailable, and the communication was unavailable. This made it impossible for ordinary people to know any information, so some conflicts were inevitable.

And these gunshots gradually thinned out with the passage of time...

At night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with Laoganma and cooked rice, after having another meal in Dialect, I slowly lay on the bed, and slowly closed my eyes with the gentle moonlight .

...

In the middle of the night, there was silence, the brows of the dialect wrinkled suddenly, the eyelids began to beat constantly, the sweat began to seep from the forehead, and the mouth began to open unintentionally...

"boom!"

Dialect's body seemed to be pulled hard by something, and then smashed down heavily. Then, as if reaching a critical point, his body began to twitch continuously, and then it became bigger and bigger, and the corners of his mouth were at the same time. It also began to overflow with traces of black and red, and then it was hidden in the traces of white foam...

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