After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

Life is always full of surprises and surprises.

Just like now.

A group of people were squatting in the snow around a bulging snow bag on the ground, looking at each other.

A person was half-buried in the snow bag, the gray hooded cloak had already been covered with a layer of frost, and his pale face was half-buried in the snow.

is a woman.

People were discovered by Xiao Shenwei.

They decided to carry the female body back.

She still wears the nameplate collar of the Kyoto 171 Research Institute around her neck.

——It’s just that this kind of nameplate is usually hung on the neck of the experimental zombie.

A serial number and two English letters—LU are engraved on the metal nameplate.

Xiao Shenwei thought of Ni Youqing's subordinate, the zombie girlfriend of that young man named Lin Sen.

Importantly, she didn't die.

Wearing gloves, Xiao Shenwei fished the woman's frozen arms out of the snow, looked at her blue fingertips, and the slowly flowing blue lines on her wrist as if she was breathing, and lowered her eyes.

...something familiar, isn't it?

At least for Ni Youqing and Lin Sen, it was quite a surprise.

The development of medicines and vaccines requires more blood samples from people who survived the zombie virus, and it is obviously impractical to rely on Xiao Shenwei alone.

The convoy stayed here for a while and set off again.

Miss Zombie was locked in the iron cage that was usually used to keep prey in the back cabin, lest she wake up and hurt others.

Xiao Shenwei sat in front of the fire with the rescued people, holding the collar and nameplate taken from Miss Zombie's neck in his hand.

A0013.

This is the number on the nameplate.

Does it have any special meaning?

"The ones starting with A are the most important batch of experimental subjects in Research Institute 171."

A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and an unshaven beard squatted beside the cage, knocking on the cage, making a slight sound.

Xiao Shenwei looked up at him: "How to say?"

"171 has been secretly containing half-dead humans, extracting antibodies to develop medicines. I used to be a member of the containment team and was responsible for searching for them everywhere."

The man exhaled the smoke ring, and looked at the zombie lady with her eyes closed in the cage with some cloudy eyes.

As one of the major scientific research institutes in Kyoto, 171 has always been at the forefront of medicine in the country and even in the world, and the leaders of its main research groups are mostly authorities in the medical field.

171 The research on half-dead humans has never stopped.

The experimental subjects beginning with the word A are the half-dead humans that 171 has kept for many years.

And 0013 is just one of them.

As for being able to see 171's experimental subject here, he was not surprised.

Most likely escaped from the chaos after the fall of Kyoto.

"Pity."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man sighed: "The research institute is destroyed, and we only have time to bring out some of the important information in it."

As for the experimental subjects in the institute, most of them were scattered all over the place during the fall.

Xiao Shenwei clenched the nameplate in his hand, looked out the window, and said nothing.

The convoy passed through the silent snow field and returned to Daxing before dark.

……

……

Ni Youqing's new laboratory was built on the outskirts of the outer city, and the surrounding residents were all relocated, leaving a large vacuum and guarded by heavy guards.

With the arrival of A0013 and these important materials, the researchers who had been doing nothing all day finally had something to do.

Among the refugees who moved from Kyoto to Daxing, there are also people with research experience.

So in this season when everyone is stockpiling food and cats for winter, Ni Youqing's research institute has become quite popular.

At this time, in the isolation ward, Miss Zombie was sitting on the head of the bed with straps on her body.

Lin Sen was sitting by the bed, peeling an apple in his hand, talking about something with a smile on his face.

The picture looks very harmonious, like an ordinary boyfriend visiting his sick girlfriend in the hospital, and complaining about trivial matters in life by the way.

It's just that Miss Zombie's eyes are empty.

She just stared blankly at the head of the young boy in front of her, silently.

The groomed lady zombie is very beautiful.

It was a very quiet and gentle beauty, like the gentle moonlight on a summer night.

It's just that the paleness on her face added a little weakness to her.

Lin Sen cut the peeled apple into small pieces and carefully sent it to Miss Zombie.

Miss Zombie opened her mouth and ate the apple.

In the quiet room, only Lin Sen's soft and clean voice could be heard.

Until the nurse opened the door and came in, it was like a stone falling into the water, shattering a pool of spring water.

"It's time to draw blood."

As if suddenly frightened by something, Miss Zombie opened her mouth and screamed, curled up and knocked over the fruit plate in Lin Sen's hand.

She huddled into a ball, curled up in the corner of the wall with the quilt in her arms, her eyes fixed on the syringe in the nurse's hand.

"Don't be afraid...don't be afraid...we won't hurt you..."

Lin Sen held Miss Zombie in his arms, stroked her trembling back, and comforted her in a low voice.

"Ugh..."

Miss Zombie buried her head in Lin Sen's arms.

On the thin and pale forearm that was exposed, there were bruises and purple needles all over the place.

These wounds were all left at 171.

No one knows what she went through there, and no one dares to think.

It's just that the little nurse who helped her freshen up her body came out of the bathroom almost with red eyes.

The needle pierced the skin, and reddish thick blood flowed in the hose.

The new medicine was injected, and Miss Zombie whimpered, but she still didn't forcefully pull her arm away.

It wasn't until the nurse left with the tray that she slowly came back to her senses, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window with her red eyes hugging her knees.

At that time, Xiao Shenwei pressed his arm with a cotton swab, and was standing outside the door, looking into the room through the window on the door.

Yes, the medicine that Miss Zombie injected was extracted from his blood.

Her body was almost exhausted, and it was already a miracle that she could maintain her current state instead of completely turning into a zombie.

As for whether she can fully recover like Xiao Shenwei...

Maybe, maybe not...

Nobody knows.

But looking at the way Lin Sen looked at Miss Zombie in the ward, Xiao Shenwei hoped that she would.

"Let's go."

Rong Yun beside him held Xiao Shenwei's hand tightly, and his two equally warm hands intertwined.

Daxing City started to snow again.

The winter of the last four years of mourning is coming to an end.

Will it be cold next year?

……

……

In March of Yangchun, when the ice and snow melted, Daxing City ushered in a group of special guests.

They are excellent doctors and researchers from all over the world.

People from Daxing to all directions conveyed to them the news that the research institute in Daxing City has already begun to research vaccines.

Along with it, there are also a large number of ordinary people who migrate here and want to get the moon first.

After the fall of Kyoto, Daxing City has become the second center.

At this time, the number of people living in the isolation ward of the research institute had increased to four.

Here they receive treatment led by Ni Youqing, and at the same time provide assistance for the research and development of vaccines.

Two of them have been able to regain consciousness for a short time and carry out simple communication.

Daxing Daily will track and report the progress here every once in a while.

It seemed as though spring and hope had arrived in the last five years of mourning.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun sat side by side outside the door of the laboratory, the smell of disinfectant made Xiao Shenwei sneezed.

He pressed the cotton swab with his arm, and with a flick, the cotton swab dropped from his hand and fell to the ground. The white cotton swab head was still stained with bright red.

They're here for a final blood test.

"Are you nervous?"

Xiao Shenwei pinched his fingertips and glanced at the door of the laboratory.

Rong Yun held Xiao Shenwei's back, nodded, then shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry."

Behind his back, he secretly squeezed the sweat from his palms.

The waiting time is always extremely long. Even though the minute hand on the wall clock barely moved five o'clock, Xiao Shenwei felt that it was getting dark.

He stroked the new hair stubble on the back of his head, took out a piece of mint candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and stuffed one for Rong Yun:

"...If the test results are...not good?"

Holding his arm tightly.

Rong Yun lowered his eyes and touched Xiao Shenwei's ruddy fingertips, rubbing them against his lips: "No."

The hot air exhaled between his lips and teeth made Xiao Shenwei shrink back his hands unnaturally, but the man clenched them somewhat forcefully, interlocking his fingers.

"Sister Qing——Sister Qing!!"

The little nurse ran over with the medical records in her arms, and pushed open the door next to the laboratory, panting, with indescribable anxiety in her tone.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, speak slowly."

Ni Youqing came out calmly, holding a stack of experimental records in his arms.

"...Hoo-hoo- Ward 13... Ward 13..."

"What happened to Number 13?"

Ni Youqing frowned, Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun outside also stood up.

The little nurse took a breath, her eyes sparkled: "...On the 13th, she woke up!"

"boom--"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

A few people turned their faces, Lin Sen stood with his mouth half open, and stood at the door of the laboratory in a daze, the heavy treatment records fell at his feet, and the test sheets in his hands were scattered all over the floor.

"...Sister Qing!!! I... I, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Shen dropped the folder and pen in his hand, turned around and ran, staggering a little, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in a blink of an eye.

……Number 13.

Xiao Shenwei lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling a little familiar.

On the other side, the door of Ward No. 13 was knocked open with a "bang", and the nurse who made the rounds trembled with fright, and dropped the pen on the ground.

The girl sitting on the hospital bed looked back, her eyes seemed to be filled with gentle autumn water, sparkling in the sunshine of March.

She bent her eyes, opened her mouth, and slowly spit out two words in an unprofessional hoarse tone:

"... Lin... Sen."

"You...you, I..."

The young researcher stood at the door like a mallet, his eyes were red, but his thousand words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

The girl sat there with curved eyebrows and bright sunshine behind her.

"The road is far away."

"my name."

The author has something to say:

Here is a sentence, also for everyone, for those trapped by the epidemic:

Hope and spring will come as expected.

Will.