Ancient Invasion [End Times]

Day [-] after the invasion · "Plants...also evolved?"

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, and some girls even began to sob softly.

"Professor, what's going on? Do you know?" Some students pinned their hopes on Cheng Sheng, and there was uneasiness that they thought they were hiding on their immature faces.

Cheng Sheng looked at these students, and he was silent for a moment: "Protect yourselves and prepare some things that can last for storage."

"Professor... what do you mean?"

"We are a thousand kilometers away from Imperial Capital and Linjing, will it be affected?"

Cheng Sheng looked at these young students who were obviously deceiving themselves, and he twitched the corners of his mouth dryly: "I think you should review the epidemiology. This will be an outbreak from point to point."

From the four soldiers in the hinterland of the Himalayas to the hospital riot in the imperial capital, how much more than a thousand kilometers had to be covered?

But in less than two weeks, the invasion has penetrated into the daily life of civilians.

"What is the route of infection, how long is the incubation period, and whether it will be contagious during the incubation period...these are still unclear, and how to curb the spread?" Cheng Sheng looked at these students.

The students in this classroom would know what he said, but no one wanted to believe it.

"Make good use of your professional knowledge and make the best preparations." Cheng Sheng said, he turned the wheelchair, and there was a five-star red flag drawn on the blackboard at the end of the classroom. His eyes swept over the blackboard and looked at the students. "In the end, trust our country."

Cheng Sheng looked at the thoughtful students below, and quietly steered the wheelchair away.

These young students need a little time to digest the news, but they are running out of time.

Cheng Sheng returned to the house, and he drew another slash on the calendar in his notebook.

On Cheng Sheng’s calendar, Ben circled a certain date in December with a red pen. That was the time when he initially estimated the outbreak of the virus, but when Duan Yi brought the news of the four soldiers for the first time, , Cheng Sheng repeatedly moved the date forward.

And now the latest red circle is just two days after the slash he just crossed out.

——There may be only two days left before the real outbreak.

Cheng Sheng was sitting in the room, holding his mobile phone, the message that Duan Yi sent to him was still on the screen.

He tried to call back the phone before, but there was no one answering the phone, and Duan Yi never heard from him.

The lights of the houses outside the window were turned on one after another, the rhythmic sound of basketballs hitting the ground could be heard from the playground downstairs, and the neighbors opened the windows to urge the children to come home for dinner... It looked like an ordinary night no matter how you looked at it.

Cheng Sheng felt that this was the calm before the storm, a deceiving illusion.

He looked through the news again, and it has been a whole day since the dean said he would send someone to pick him up, but there is no news at all, which is unusual.

Can't get out at all?Or did something happen along the way?Or was the communication on the road interrupted? ...

Many guesses flashed through Cheng Sheng's mind, and each guess made people feel uneasy.He pinched the bridge of his nose, only to feel that his temples and eye sockets were throbbing, making him feel hot all over.

He lay on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. He didn't hear a few ambulances driving into the community with their sirens in the middle of the night, the crying of women and men, and the screams of frightened children.

When he woke up early the next morning, Cheng Sheng knew that someone in the community had been taken away by an ambulance. He said that he had just returned from Linjing City by high-speed train. He had fever and hallucinations in the middle of the night, and even injured his wife.

Cheng Sheng's eyes froze.

——There are six or seven high-speed trains from Linjing to here every day, and the passengers on the trains will spread out in all directions after entering the city.

Cheng Sheng asked for leave from the university, took the two injections left in the refrigerator and put them in his pocket just in case, and found the family members of that family.

"Hello, I am sent by the hospital to do sample research." He was two meters away from the door, through the small square window on the door, and looked at the old man inside the door. It was the man's mother, "You No need to open the door, let's communicate like this."

The old man stopped in a daze, stood inside the door and nodded slightly.

"When your son came home, did he have any obvious injuries?"

——"No, it's very healthy and normal." The old man said.

"How long has it been since he got home?"

——"He arrived at home after seven o'clock in the evening... In the early morning, he suddenly coughed, said he couldn't breathe, and then passed out. When he woke up again, he began to attack my daughter-in-law."

Cheng Sheng frowned slightly and recorded it in his notebook.

He figured the man's heart had stopped beating when he passed out, just like those people in the hospital.

"After he came back, did he talk to you about any different situations he encountered during the journey? Or did he encounter any special situations in Linjing?" Cheng Sheng continued to ask.

——"He said that Linjing is not safe anymore, and many people are running out of town, thinking that our place is safe." The old man said puzzledly, recalling.

——"Oh, yes, he also said that a passenger sitting next to him on the high-speed rail had a high fever and always sneezed on him. He also joked that let us stay away from him, so that he would not be infected and then infect others. us."

Cheng Sheng nodded slightly, and wrote "Suspect: Spit Contagion" in his notebook -- just below "Suspect: Blood Contagion".

"Thank you for your cooperation." Cheng Sheng put away his notebook.

He said goodbye, and when he was about to leave, the old man in the house called him in a trembling voice: "What do you think about my son... what's wrong with him? Is he okay?"

"...The specific situation depends on the effect of the treatment." Cheng Sheng said, although he was almost sure that the man was dead.

He looked at the old man and said softly, "Take care."

The old man was behind the door without saying a word. His pair of chaotic eyes surrounded by wrinkles silently looked at Cheng Sheng and his back as he left.

For the first time, Cheng Sheng felt that the gaze had something substantial, as if it was beating his conscience.

Cheng Sheng turned his wheelchair and planned to go back. The shops on both sides of the street seemed to have become a little deserted, and the TVs in some shops could be seen scrolling news or TV dramas.

As he turned the wheelchair and walked towards home, he recalled the infection data of the past two days. It seemed that an automatic calculation program was running at high speed in his mind, and he quickly gave the latest RO data.

Cheng Sheng was taken aback, he actually figured it out in his head?

Impossible, he just thought about it, the calculation formula is complicated, even if he is a genius (crossed out), it is not possible to calculate such data in just a few minutes...

Suddenly, the phone vibrated against the seam of his trousers, and Cheng Sheng came back to his senses in shock.

He stopped and took out his mobile phone to check, it belonged to the compound.

"Dr. Cheng." The person on the other end of the phone said, "The plan has changed, and the people we sent may not be able to arrive on time."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Sheng asked with a frown.

He parked on the street, and subconsciously looked at the shop directly opposite. The TV in the shop was playing news, and the picture showed a long queue of cars blocking the highway.

Cheng Sheng's eyes paused, and he was keenly aware of something. He pushed the wheelchair and turned into the shop.

"Hello, sir..." The people in the store came up to greet him, but Cheng's voice turned a deaf ear.

In the news, the host is saying: "There is a major congestion on the Kyoto Expressway. The cause of the congestion is currently unknown. The special station has sent a helicopter to try to obtain some on-site conditions from the air."

"Hello, An Qi, can you tell us about the situation at the scene?" The host connected to the on-site reporter sitting in the helicopter.

"Hello host, I'm An Qi." The reporter on the scene said, "Now we are above the Kyoto Expressway, and we can clearly see that the vehicles on the entire expressway cannot move. We are trying to find the cause of the accident. The source of this congestion..."

"Wait a minute." An Qi suddenly noticed something, and pointed to not far away, so that the cameraman tried to focus on it, "Did you see it? There are people running here! What are they doing?"

"They must have seen something! Can the cameraman see anything?" The reporter on the scene asked quickly.

Cheng Sheng's face darkened a little.

On his mobile phone, the people at the other end of the compound continued to talk: "...The roads of the Imperial Capital have been paralyzed for most of the time. Our car finally got out of the Imperial Capital, but there are also infected people on the expressway. We must first To ensure the safe evacuation of ordinary people from the expressways and to block the expressways..."

Cheng Sheng interrupted the other end: "I understand."

There was silence.

Cheng Sheng was also silent for a few seconds, and finally he said, "In any case, the function and operation of the compound must be well protected, and if necessary, all the staff in the compound should be sealed off and evacuated."

Talent is the most dangerous, without people, the compound will be safe.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds: "We will think about it."

"Where's the dean?" Cheng Sheng asked before the other party was about to hang up.

"...The dean may have been infected and is currently in isolation. We are observing." The person on the other end of the phone replied and hung up the phone after speaking.

Cheng Sheng's heart sank suddenly.

There was a "dudu" busy tone from the mobile phone, while the news broadcast in the store continued, and the reporters on the scene were still diligently describing the situation:

"We saw special forces armed with guns maintaining order at the scene. Although we don't know why such police force was used, we believe it will be restored soon... Wait a minute! What's going on!? A shot was fired just now!"

Cheng Sheng looked at the TV, panic flashed across the reporter's face, and the screen shook for a moment: "The police with guns shot at civilians just now!? Can the camera give me a zoom lens? Driver, can you let us get closer ?”

The camera was zoomed in until it was blurry, and a group of people could be seen running against the crowd towards the direction of the special police. Behind them, there were only a few adults, but the crowd couldn't avoid it.

Bullet holes and large blood stains appeared on the bodies of those few people, but the bullets did not make them fall, and they still moved forward.

Even when passing by a private car, a pet dog poked its head out of the car window and barked at them, but it didn't expect to be dragged out by one of them, lowered its head and began to gnaw voraciously.

Cheng Sheng seemed to be able to hear the sound of the man chewing flesh and blood.

The reporter on the scene screamed.

The connection screen of the news live broadcast was hastily cut off.

The host who was sitting on the stage recording was pale and couldn't say a word for a while, but another host next to him interfaced: "This is the end of today's news break, and the following is a piece of international news."

The clerk in the store murmured softly: "What is this, rabies?"

Cheng Sheng looked away, and then he noticed that he had entered a hardware store. After thinking about it, he bought a lot of flashlights and batteries and went back.

"Hey, you bought too much, right? It won't last for three years, and the battery is rotten." The clerk was speechless when he saw Cheng Sheng's basket of things.

"Store up, be prepared." Cheng Sheng said, pointing to the TV, "You saw the news just now, it's not peaceful recently."

"...That's true." The clerk thought thoughtfully, and decided to leave work early today and stock up on emergency things—to be prepared.

Cheng Sheng tied up the bag tightly and hung it on the wheelchair, walking towards home.

When turning into the building as usual, the plastic bag hanging on Cheng Sheng's chair suddenly broke open, and a few batteries fell down.

Cheng Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and turned around to see that the plastic bag had been cut open by a leaf growing from a nearby bush.

He was slightly stunned, it seemed that the bushes on both sides of the building grew much faster... Unknowingly, they extended their branches to the entrance of the building.

If it wasn't for the plastic bag being torn, Cheng Sheng would have noticed that the leaves of this bush actually had a row of saber-toothed triangular sharp cuts, and even in the sun, there was still a little bit of metallic luster, no wonder it was easy to scratch. Opened the plastic bag.

Cheng Sheng thought it was unbelievable, but the leaf in front of him actually had a metal thorn...

"Plants...have evolved too?"