reverse rescue

The anti-epidemic materials collected some time ago and the serum prepared by Xu Shengsheng finally came in handy.

Gu Zhou, who wrapped himself up tightly, helped Xiaoye follow Zhan Qingfeng's instructions to an empty small room.Along the way, Dr. Xiaoye, who was already weak to the point of being unable to stand in just half an hour, still struggled to express that he could complete the task of injecting serum independently and did not want Gu Zhou to go in to help, but was met by Gu Zhou silently. In the end, Dr. Xiaoye, who found that he didn't even have the strength to take the chain, compromised.

There was only a crude hospital bed made temporarily with a stool and a few pieces of clothes in the room. Lying on it, Dr. Xiao Ye felt his whole body was cramping, and even his bones began to burst into a burning pain.He vaguely felt that Gu Zhou had removed the cowhide rope around his neck, and then opened the metal pipe, but his vision was blurred.

While he was still conscious, Dr. Xiaoye said in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, it's a pity that I can't go to the research institute with you. I still think that I can go to your advanced research institute to complete the antibody and then sit The helicopter saves all mankind..."

Gu Zhou's voice came muffled from the mask: "Who told you that you are unlucky, it will be ten days after you wake up, and by then we will be in the dark in the laboratory, and we probably won't be able to use you. "

Doctor Xiaoye pulled a faint smile from the corner of his mouth, and tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were still blurred: "Brother Zhou, don't comfort me, you have read the serum test report... I actually don't have any wishes, It's just that there is still a novel that hasn't been finished, and I feel a little sorry for the readers..."

Since no wound was found, Gu Zhou directly inserted the needle into the vein of Doctor Xiaoye's arm, and then hung the empty syringe back around his neck. Who is the author of the online novel I read on the bed——The Last Days of Farming?

Oh, the founding of the nation.

Gu Zhou looked admiringly at the person on the stool who never forgot his online novels when he was dying, and was deeply moved by his professionalism.

"Don't think so much, remember to wake up early, or don't say that I didn't call you when it was time to claim credit."

Outside the door, Luo Changhe brought several bottles of purified water and a clean towel, and seemed to be waiting outside the door, but hesitantly left without hearing anything.

Gu Zhou first filled Dr. Xiaoye with some pure water, then took the towel and stuffed it into the mouth of Dr. Xiaoye, who was already struggling, to prevent him from accidentally biting his tongue. Finally, he took a look at someone's convulsions. The stool, which was about to fall apart, picked up Dr. Xiaoye and put him on the ground, then sat on the stool and fell into deep thought.

I don't know if it's because of the towel stuffed in his mouth. Doctor Xiaoye was very quiet the whole time, but the pained expression looked really distressing. Gu Zhou simply stopped looking at it, turned around, and started combing the door. The situation where Xiaoye may be recruited.

The first symptom was when they started eating instant noodles. Before that, Dr. Xiaoye stayed with them all the time, and there was no obvious abnormality even when they were cooking noodles around the pot.Therefore, four hours from eating instant noodles, the infection must have occurred within this time.

Four hours ago, they were on their way to Yincheng, and they didn't stop for rectification. One and a half hours later, when they entered Yincheng, he and Bai Yue went to distract the zombies, and the rest of them drove directly to Jiangjunpo. , Doctor Xiaoye and the others arrived at Jiangjunpo, waited for another half an hour, and then everyone entered the air-raid shelter together. After entering the air-raid shelter for an hour and a half, Doctor Xiaoye developed symptoms.

According to the characteristics of the virus, every minute of these four hours may be the time point of infection, but from the reality, the only people who may be infected with the virus are actually on their way to Jiangjunpo and after entering the air-raid shelter. He insisted that Dr. Xiaoye had been in the co-pilot halfway and hadn't even opened the window, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be infected.

Gu Zhou began to recall what everyone did after entering the air-raid shelter, and wanted to find out whether there was an unknown source of infection in the air-raid shelter.

Or did the virus mutate into a new transmission route?

For a while, Gu Zhou was really uncertain, and decided to wait for Dr. Xiaoye to inject light salt water a few times, and then go out to discuss with other people after he calmed down.

At this time, in the temporary gathering point of the air-raid shelter, the atmosphere was also a little delicate.

Bai Yue sat by the table of the Eight Immortals, Luo Changhe squatted against the wall by pulling his hair, Cheng Zhi and Cheng Yuan leaned against the wall in the same posture, Ge Tu lay on the side of the wall and bumped his head rhythmically, Feng Biao held Holding half a bottle of water and turning it absently, Zhao Tiantian moved a stool to Feng Biao's side, staring at the bottle of water turning around in his hand motionlessly.

Everyone's face was gloomy.

After a long time, Zhao Tiantian finally recovered from the water bottle and asked in a low voice, "The serum given by Sister Shengsheng should be useful, right?"

Bai Yue turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

On the side, Zhan Qingfeng tidied up the mess feebly, and didn't feel sorry for the pile of unfinished noodles, pouring them into a big bucket.He lifted the barrel to the wall and put it down, just in time to hear this sentence, so he asked with some expectation and caution: "What do you mean by serum? Did the military find a natural immune person?"

Bai Yue raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You, a physics teacher, still know about people who are naturally immune?"

Zhan Qingfeng smiled shyly: "I took a few electives in college."

"Oh..." Bai Yue elongated his voice, and replied casually: "There are no immune people, they are semi-finished antibodies produced by the laboratory."

Then Bai Yue suddenly asked, "Does Mr. Zhan know how the virus spreads? My people got infected when they first arrived. Maybe we need to pay attention."

Zhan Qingfeng showed just the right doubts, as if he didn't hear the obvious temptation in the words: "Blood transmission? My medical knowledge is limited, but since I am infected by being bitten, it should be transmitted through blood."

Bai Yue smiled and complimented: "University teachers are really different. I used to know that I was infected when I was bitten. I thought it was spread through saliva."

Zhan Qingfeng didn't answer, but took a small look at the cowhide rope around the neck of the special soldier, and then asked curiously: "Can this serum bring back the infected people?"

Bai Yue glanced at him expressionlessly, then pointed in the direction of the small room: "Isn't this what's being tested inside?"

"No, what I mean is, someone who has become... a zombie." Zhan Qingfeng swallowed, his voice revealing a different kind of tension.

The surrounding special forces raised their eyes sharply, but they all restrained themselves from showing it.

Bai Yue looked at the pale middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to be about to die in the next second with idiot eyes, and said four words coldly: "Of course not."

Then, he looked at Zhao Tiantian who was closest to the passage, gestured veiledly, and continued to say to Zhan Qingfeng: "Why do you ask that? Are your wife and children infected?"

Zhan Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "I've been divorced a long time ago, and they're all abroad."

"Oh..." Bai Yue saw that Zhao Tiantian successfully disappeared without a sound, so he racked his brains to chat with Zhan Qingfeng.

The others squatted in the corner of the wall, bumped into the wall, tried to reduce their sense of existence, and did not show any abnormality.

……

"Fuck!"

Ten minutes later, when Bai Yue really didn't know what to talk about, and when everyone was planting mushrooms by the wall, they could hardly hold back, a tenor voice with a shifted pitch came from afar.

The sound hit the stone wall, causing waves of echoes.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

Zhan Qingfeng quickly scanned the surrounding people, and found that the special soldier with the scar at the corner of his eye had disappeared for some reason, and became a little flustered for a moment, then turned around, and found that Bai Yue was staring at him motionless, so he quickly stabilized his mind and said: "I don't know what happened, I'll go and see..."

Bai Yue took two steps forward, and the two brothers sat on Zhan Qingfeng's shoulders, regardless of whether this man's figure like a paper man could bear the weight of his arms, half-compulsively hooked his shoulders and backs with him Go forward: "Don't, let's take a look together, in case there are zombies."

Luo Changhe jumped up neatly from the ground.

Others followed suit.

I saw the door of a small room at the end of the branch road. Zhao Tiantian pointed at the closed door with eyes wide open, and said tremblingly, "Inside, there is a zombie tied to a chair..."

Captain Bai's words came true, so he took the lead and opened the door.

In the dim room, there was an old-fashioned armchair on the inner wall. At this time, a small figure was tightly tied with hemp rope. It seemed to be about seven or eight years old. child.

However, everyone now has no sympathy for the weak at all, because as soon as the door opened, the child on the chair suddenly raised his head and struggled violently.

"Roar!"

Some childish roars spread throughout the passage.

Bai Yue closed the door numbly.

At this time, Zhan Qingfeng, who was pushed to the periphery of the crowd at first, finally squeezed in again. He leaned against the door, faced the crowd, lowered his head and said, "This is my son, don't hurt him."

Bai Yue raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you are abroad?"

Zhan Qingfeng didn't answer, but looked at him fixedly.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The little zombie boy in the room lost his target after roaring twice, so he also stopped, and there was no movement.

Luo Changhe glanced at his captain, moved a few steps silently, and blocked the exit passage.

The rest of the people also surrounded them wisely and surrounded the two of them.

Although force cannot be used against the masses, silent intimidation is still possible!

After a while, Zhan Qingfeng was finally defeated. He softened his tone and looked at Bai Yue begging for mercy: "Captain Bai, let's go, I don't want to leave my son behind."

Bai Yue's expression remained unchanged: "But my team members are still alive and dead with you, how do you let me go?"

Zhan Qingfeng's expression changed, and his face turned pale and white: "Captain Bai suspects me? Why do I harm you? Do you think I'm dying?"

Everyone: It seems to make sense.

Bai Yue looked at him calmly, and changed the question: "I was outside before, why did it take so long to open the door?"

Hearing this, Zhan Qingfeng's face became even more ugly, and the circle of special forces standing around couldn't help frowning.

They all arrived half an hour before the door opened, and they should have discovered it long ago, so why did it take so long to open the door?

"Don't want to say it?" Bai Yue's expression turned cold, he grabbed Zhan Qingfeng's left arm, and rolled up his sleeve, only to see that the inside of the bony arm was covered with dense pinholes.

"I guess there are no drugs in this world, right? I think some of the pinholes are quite fresh. I can't think of any other reason besides drawing blood." Bai Yue sneered, and continued, "Torturing yourself into such a ghostly look, the picture What? Don't tell me it's a great father's love!"

The last sentence, Bai Yue almost shouted out.

Zhan Qingfeng struggled to withdraw his arms, pulled down his sleeves, and then looked at Bai Yue angrily, his pale face was stained with a thin layer of resentment.

"Team...Captain, you mean he draws blood to feed the... that zombie inside?" Zhao Tiantian asked tremblingly as if he couldn't find his voice again.

The others also opened their eyes wide in horror.

It's too cruel, isn't it!

"Isn't it? Just ask his son and you'll know."

Bai Yue stuffed Zhan Qingfeng into Luo Changhe's hand, then opened the door and walked in.

In the corner, on a small table were neatly placed a small half bottle of alcohol, a used syringe, and a clean small bowl.

Outside the door, Luo Changhe suppressed his urge to slap the man twice to wake him up, and asked in a calm voice, "Is Xiaoye's infection related to you?"

The author has something to say:

Bai Yue: I finally saw some familiar shadows from my Chuaner, the author arranged for me to investigate the case, I am so wronged

Gu Zhou: Shouldn't this kind of limelight be left to me?