Heather who counterattacked

There are quite a few types of variations of the labyrinth virus.

Except for Ronald, who led the virus research, no one knew how many mutations it produced or even what kind of traits each mutation would have and how it would respond.His assistant was either killed by him, or died with him.The labyrinth virus is just like Ronald's confinement, he will not allow it to get out of his control, nor will he allow anyone to intervene and intervene in his research.So after the death of this person, the remaining researchers in Atlantis, like Metia's, were helpless with this virus, and could only restart their research based on the surviving data.

No one knows what kind of mutation the virus in Xi Ruier's mind is, and what its properties are.It has a certain incubation period. At first, it was probably the time when Ronald needed to control its action, but why was it in the brain?How far will it interfere with the nerves?

At the beginning, many people were still optimistic about this.Thinking that since Ronald wanted to save his life with this helper, there must be a way to control the virus.Whether it is an antibody or an inhibitor, since he can research it, it is not difficult to find a method by gathering the abilities and experiences of so many people.

When Aurora rushed to the hospital, she saw a smoking man in the corridor.The short golden-brown hair was combed back, and there was not much wax on it, so it looked messy and beautiful.Full forehead, high nose bridge, thin and pale lips, and the perfect curve of the side face is like a statue of a Greek god.No age can be seen, and his gloomy and indifferent temperament makes his senses thrilling.She couldn't help being dazed by this glimpse of her face, and she remembered her purpose in the next moment, she recovered her senses, turned around and ran quickly to the side of the corridor.

I greeted the housekeeper Naiden outside, and when she saw Cyril, her lordship happened to be awake.

The ward is more luxurious than the suite, because of the existence of various medical equipment, it looks a little weird. The person on the bed is wearing a large hospital gown, and his figure is not obvious. He seems to be looking at the black roses blooming in the vase by the window. His long eyelashes concealed his icy blue pupils, and there was nothing wrong with his complexion except for his usual paleness.When Aurora's eyes moved to his bandaged head, she covered her mouth with her hand, and tears flowed down her face.

Cyril turned her head, her movements were slow, but not dull, and her thinking was very clear.He stared at Aurora and said calmly, "Good day."

Aurora put down her hands and wiped away her tears, trying to stay calm, she couldn't help it, she squatted at the end of the bed covering her lower half of her face and cried.Cyril waited patiently for her to finish crying.She is a big girl. The little girl brought out by Isaac back then has a mature body and mind, and she can stand firmly and beautifully without anyone's support.

He knows where she comes from.Ronald called Aurora a godsend, because she was born with antibodies to the virus, and no mutation could infect her.The doctor opened the craniotomy and took out some viruses from his brain. While analyzing its protein shell and genetic material, he tried to find antibodies from Aurora's body, and tried to get a special inhibitory drug for this virus variant.

Cyril is fine now.Maybe it's because the virus hasn't fully broken out yet.He is now a little bit afraid that this virus will be a neurophagic virus similar to rabies virus. Rabies patients lose consciousness, bark, and bite people when they get sick—whether it will also attach to his nerves, Destroy his consciousness and control his behavior, eventually turning him into a vector of infection?The feeling of being unable to control the body and the five senses mutated was really bad, and now I recall it like a nightmare—and this nightmare happened more than once.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Your Excellency..." Aurora finally cried almost.Then start to feel ashamed of your reaction.

She stood in front of him, looking a little downcast, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, not daring to look at Cyril.Both eyes were still very red, stained with tears, and looked pitiful.

"Is it ugly?" Cyril asked calmly.

"No!" Aurora shook her head reflexively, raised her head a little flustered and blushing, and said coyly when she met those ice blue eyes, "It's still pretty..." Really, even without hair, it's still beautiful. very nice!

Aurora looked at him like this, and then slowly the color of water gathered in her eyes again.

"How could this be..." She looked away and sobbed.

From the moment she heard the news, there are still a series of uncertain and absurd feelings in her mind.Why did such bad luck befall Cyril?Her god—her unwavering faith, how could she have imagined that one day, she would watch him fall into a desperate situation, and she could not pull him out of this quagmire even after exhausting all her strength.If she could simply exchange her life for her life, she would not hesitate, but when those researchers asked her to leave, she saw the undisguised regret and urgency in their eyes... Why is this happening?How dare she believe it.

"How's it going?" Cyrille asked.

Aurora tried her best to wipe away her tears, but she still felt nervous and bewildered like a child when she stood in front of him. "Very good." She said quickly.Then he held back his tears and told about his experiences during this time.

Xi Ruier didn't respond, he just sat on the head of the bed, stared at her, and listened quietly.

When someone came in suddenly, Aurora, whose description was interrupted, looked back, and then almost jumped up from the chair—it was the man smoking at the entrance of the corridor!

The man paused at the door for a moment, then turned his gaze to her.Aurora saw the refusal in those deep eyes, looked at Cyril hesitantly, saw that he didn't speak, lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, and said tentatively: "I'll... go out first, Your Excellency. "

When she left, she secretly looked back, and the man didn't pay any attention to her except for the first glance.Aurora's heart was pounding, and there was an indescribable fear and fear. When she saw Naiden, she realized that her back was sweating. She couldn't help but ask, "Who is that...?"

The sun shines brightly through the windows, the aroma of black roses wafts in the air, and the smell of disinfectant in the ward is not strong. If you ignore the obvious medical instruments, it looks as ordinary and warm as an ordinary room.

Lance stared at him closely, his usually calm eyebrows frowned uncontrollably when facing this person, the surging emotions in his pupils were too complicated, and then all the turbulent waves were in the middle When faced with the stagnant silence, everything becomes so absurd and ridiculous.

"Only death can take you away from me..." Lance suddenly laughed, with a tone of self-mockery and disgust, "There is really only death."

He walked slowly to the side of the bed, condescendingly watching this existence that affected his soul and made him both painful and happy, and suddenly became angry again, staring fiercely at Cyril, almost wanting to tear his whole body into pieces: "I don't believe it! I won't give up! Reaper? Heh, Reaper will follow my will!"

So far, Cyril is still able to control her thoughts and actions.He was very calm and even calmly greeted any fate that befell him, but the butcher's knife on his neck drove the people around him almost crazy.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing.Sometimes he thinks so.But more often, when waiting for the great horror between life and death, he can feel the vague unwillingness in his heart, the ultimate unwillingness.He was finally free, and he was finally able to stand upright in the sun. Why did he have to be buried with Ronald?

Lance stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch his face, but he paused the moment he stretched out his hand, and slowly retracted it.

He took a deep look at him, turned and left without saying a word.

Everyone is working hard for him, everyone is fighting for him, but he still feels that his body is gradually declining.

Cyril couldn't control his body for longer and longer. Sometimes when he was clearly awake, he suddenly felt that his body was not his own. His brain couldn't direct his hands and feet to move, and he couldn't control any movements.He could hear Kroen's shrill cry and smell the scent of the flowers it carried, but his consciousness and vision were just so messed up one by one, as if he was clearly in a chaotic and bizarre world, where the world was upside down and the world was broken , everything is distorted.

——Probably this is the trait of the virus on him.

It didn't reveal the most terrifying and tragic morbidity all at once, but caused his organs to fail slowly, stripped his body's vitality little by little, and then tortured his remaining life with long neurological mutations.

When he woke up once, he was shaking all over. Lance hugged his body tightly, controlled his crazy hands and feet, the restraints were scattered on the bed, and the doctor was spraying him. Withdrawing from the state of death, he sucked in oxygen, his consciousness was not yet clear, he only knew to hold on to Lance's arm tightly, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw, and there was no reaction other than that.

Later, he saw his current appearance in Lance's eyes, which was so ugly that it was hard to recognize, and he exhausted all his strength to barely utter a few words: "I hate you..."

Lance showed an excited expression because he spoke.He wrapped his body tightly with the quilt, hugged him hard, kissed his forehead and cheeks, all the tears were hitting his face, it took Cyril a long time to realize this The drops of water were tears, and it took a long time to realize that this man would cry too.

"Bless the Lord, O my soul! And all that is in me, bless His holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul! Forget not all His goodness! He forgives all your iniquity, He heals All your diseases..."

This man who had never believed in a god was actually chanting the Bible over and over again in his ears: "He redeemed your life from death and crowned you with love and mercy. He made your wishes with good things be satisfied, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's..."

More and more drops of water fell on the face.