The invulnerability of fast wear

Everyone methodically reported the work progress of the week to the person sitting at the top.

An irrepressible joy filled the conference room.

The content of the report this time was nothing more than difficulties that were about to be overcome, and how the performance of the experimental product ABCD was related to the reagents. Although most of the words were repetitive, everyone listened tirelessly.

They waited too long for this day of victory.

Most people held their palms excitedly, and cast their expectant eyes on the person sitting at the top - through the special equipment, no one could clearly see his emotions at the moment.

The man was very unusually dressed.

He is covered in heavy clothing that looks like a space suit, and he can be seen from the transparent helmet in front of him. He also wears a strong anti-bite mask on his face. The black mask is like a fence, completely isolating him from the outside world. It is an isolated island that no one reaches, and no one can see a little bit of joy or sadness from it.

Some are just pure loneliness.

At this moment, he is holding the information in his hand, talking to the headset in the helmet, and the assistant wearing the transmission earphone next to him becomes his throat, responsible for conveying the instructions one by one. This kind of communication scene looks very funny, but there is a bit of Unspeakably sad.

"Phase II clinical trials will be carried out tomorrow, and all groups are ready."

Bai Duo listened to the weak voice of the man in the earphone, and tried to hold back his worries to stabilize his voice:

"Ultimately it will make or break - guys, make peace great again."

The researchers stood up solemnly and said in unison:

"Make Peace Great Again!"

"Dismiss."

After the order was issued, the worry and anxiety that filled the meeting in the past finally disappeared. Even the most pessimistic members could not help but smile, looking forward to the results of clinical trials tomorrow in worry.

The person sitting in the first seat got up slowly with the help of the guards, leaned on the metal crutches and walked slowly towards the entrance of the passage. The so-called "experiment time" was up, and he had to accompany that person to eat for a while.

The door is ajar.

The soft light cast a twilight on the young man's gray windbreaker. He had obviously just come back from the outside, and the smell of blood hadn't dissipated from his body. His black gloves were casually put on the table, and he sank into the sofa and fell asleep.

Maybe it was because he was too tired. Although he opened his eyes slightly after hearing the noise, he didn't respond. He still maintained the posture of lying on his side, limp in place as if he had no bones, and his legs, which were longer than the sofa, were uncomfortable. curled up.

Consciousness is flowing in chaos, and the youth is stuck in the sea of ​​elasticity, looking sideways at the people who come in.

The other party took off the transparent helmet and metal mask next to the shoe cabinet, and his sweat-wet hair curled up, as if he didn't notice this ignorant cuteness. The man walked slowly to the table with a cane—probably because of the protection The clothes were too heavy, so he had to sit on a chair to rest for a while, and after taking a breath, he stood up again and limped towards the sofa.

Yan Song stared at this person.

He watched the other party break through some kind of untouchable fog, and came to him bit by bit, like a white moon that could be held in the palm of his hand, gradually returning his trance consciousness.

There is no sunshine, rainbow, or special effects music, just stepping on the incomparably ordinary artificial light, and the movements are as usual as we get along with before, but people can taste the nuances inside. This difference is enough for him to figure out the colorful illusion of warmth , It seems to touch the feeling of "home" for a moment.

The cushion sagged, and the man who sat firmly told him to get up to eat. When he saw his windbreaker from the corner of the eye, he suddenly asked thoughtfully:

"It's autumn?"

Yan Song responded, opened his eyes and looked at the white coat on the other person's body that had not changed for thousands of years, and suddenly realized that this person had spent an incredible five years in the laboratory—in a laboratory with constant temperature and no natural light, with experimental drafts and heavy meetings , I don’t see spring and summer, I stay regardless of the four seasons, and I never have a holiday.

"Father." On a whim, he said, "When the experiment is over, come and see Maple Leaf with me."

The man will not object to any of his demands beyond the boundaries, and this time is the same.

However, it was very rare to respond with a "yes".

But after sitting down at the dinner table, he was silent for a while, and then said:

"I will experiment until very late, so I may not be able to see it."

Yan Song felt that this was not a problem at all, and he had countless ways to make this trip go smoothly:

"I asked people to go to the woods to light the lights in advance."

The man seemed taken aback by this proposal. He opened the lunch box, seemed to think about it for a long time, and then held his chopsticks and said:

"There's no need...to be so troublesome."

Yan Song wanted to say no trouble, since he wasn't the one who turned on the lamp anyway, but the man's other proposal made him so excited that he couldn't even refute or refuse.

"I have a collection of maple leaves." Pulling the vegetables to the side, the man picked up a piece of non-greasy rice with chopsticks, "I received it before. If you can't see the maple leaves tomorrow... you can read this."

This proposal was a surprise, and the young man agreed immediately. He was so happy that he emptied the lunch box, ate two servings of ice cream by himself, and got tired of it for a long time before finally letting him go.

The moment the door was closed, his face in the man's sight was full of smiles, like a child looking forward to going to an amusement park, humming a song and packing his bags, eager to get ready to go.

Selfishly staying for a few more seconds, Wu Xie finally pulled off his helmet and closed the door.

The warm yellow light disappeared into the gap, and the incandescent lamp visited the cold metal shell, reflecting irregular white light in the long and empty aisle.

He has always been out of tune with this world.

Don't even dare to give the simplest promise.

The second phase of the clinical trial arrived as scheduled, and the twenty patients fighting against the virus placed high hopes on the entire base and even the entire human race. Survival or death was only within a few hours of these catastrophic changes.

Although he knew the results before others, Wu Xie couldn't help but lie on the glass and observe the patients struggling to regain consciousness in the laboratory. The other researchers were not much better. They are all in the front, and the assistants behind can only jump up to watch the scene, or witness this historic moment by adjusting the camera angle.

For this day, they paid too much.

The first patient who was unzombified and fell into a coma was quickly pushed into the operating room. A few hours later, he woke up. Although the virus invaded the brain nerve area, he was a little slurred, but his thinking and memory did not Damaged, the virus has been suppressed, but the problem of brain rehabilitation is relatively big, but basically as long as it cooperates with treatment, it is no longer a problem to become a normal person.

People were pushed into the operating room one after another, and the cheers were louder and louder, but some of them failed to survive, and finally turned into zombies of the patients who were shot dead.This is a problem that may occur with any anti-disease agent. All the chances of resurrection, in addition to their own efforts, sometimes require some luck.

In the end, out of the 80 patients, [-] were successfully cured, and the cure rate of the anti-NITR drug was as high as [-]%, which means that the drug they developed was successful!

When the last patient was sent out of the operating room, some cheered, some screamed and hugged. After the excitement, the researchers looked at each other, and tears burst out of their eyes involuntarily—crying with joy is not enough to describe their complex emotions. From the official establishment of the project to today, hard work After five years, there are not a few people who have premature hair growth. Among them, the fastest graying is not Dr. Wu, but his assistant Bai Duo.

At this moment, Bai Duo was covering his face and leaning against the cold glass, habitually suppressing his turbulent emotions that were about to collapse. He let the tears flow from his eyes into his palms, as if he had gone through a baptism of life and death - this kind of feeling hits the bottom of his heart The shock is something that can be felt very rarely in life.

Someone patted on the shoulder vigorously. Bai Duo knew that it was Dr. Wu who was comforting him. As a person who always remembers his responsibilities, he quickly wiped away his tears and raised his head with red eyes, only to see the back of the other person withdrawing. .

Panicked, his voice amplified unconsciously:

"Doctor, where are you going?"

This call was like a penetrating arrow, which immediately caught everyone's attention.

The noisy laboratory quieted down, and countless eyes turned to the figure covered by the protective clothing. Through the reflective helmet, they could only hear the answer from the headset:

"I'm tired and want to take a rest."

Wu Xie took two steps and stopped again.

After thinking about it, it's better to say goodbye. After all, this is the place where he has studied and worked for five years.

Although this is a virtual world, he will be forgotten after the data is cleared.

He turned around, clenched his right hand into his chest, pressed down on the heavy protective clothing, and bowed to the quiet crowd.

他 说:

"thank you all."

This sentence is his sincerity.

If not everyone is working hard day and night for this project, and if it is not for the solid support of the base resources, he will never be able to complete such a feat in just five years. Even with system assistance, it is limited after all.

This is not a great cause of one person, it is achieved by everyone who has worked hard for it.

Gripping the edge of the metal rod tightly, he slowly raised his head, and said goodbye in his heart to these people who had been together for nearly two thousand days.

Turning around on crutches, when he was about to leave the laboratory, he suddenly heard Bai Duo's hoarse voice:

"Dr. Wu!"

Turning around after hearing the sound, the tearful young man also did the same thing as him:

"It's great to meet you."

The pharmacology expert who had protected him at the moment of death also put his right fist on his chest and said with a smile:

"We really did, Dr. Wu."

"Yes." Wu Xie looked at him with a relaxed smile on his lips, "You guys made peace great again."

"No, Dr. Wu." The pharmacology expert corrected, "It's us, we make peace great again."

The corners of his eyes were sour, and the man nodded heavily in the heavy protective clothing.

"Doctor." A female researcher standing in the crowd said, "Say something else."

The man blinked away his wet tears, pulled down his helmet, and showed a rare smile to his former comrades in arms:

"Do your research."

"The future of humanity is in your hands."

After he finished speaking, he limped and disappeared behind the electronic gate.

Yan Song ran over immediately when he heard the knock on the door.

This time, he wanted to greet the man in a different way than in the past, such as rushing forward and hugging the man violently, taking off the helmet before the man had time to react, and biting the man's snow-white face to try the taste - of course, he would not let If the opponent falls, in order to be safe, he will use gravity to assist the opponent's injured leg first, so that the air can support their weight.

He did hug each other.

To be precise, Wu Xie threw it into his arms—together with the Maple Leaf album.

For the first moment, he mistakenly thought that the man was throwing himself into his arms. Dazed by joy, he still couldn't figure out the logic of this. The Maple Leaf Collection fell to the side, and the loosely closed tab opened its bright red pocket in the wind. , stacks of almost transparent leaves turned into butterflies and fluttered indoors, and there was really a romantic atmosphere lying down in the pile of fallen leaves.

But no matter how high the leaves float, there will always be a day when they will fall.

Yan Song has a pair of extremely sensitive ears and can hear the slightest footsteps 500 meters away.

But at this moment, he couldn't hear anything.

There was no sound other than his own panting.

When he lifted the shield, he was sure he had uncovered a nightmare.

There was rain, there was blood, there was screaming, there was mourning, and then there was water, a lot of water, crazy twisting white light, dripping electrocardiogram...all the messy things mixed together, chaotic and disorderly memories intertwined , The elapsed time creates endless lines, long or short, swishing away.

He saw the boy in white.

A man in black shirt and white shirt.

A red monster wearing a hat.

then.

He sees himself.

Everything ends here.

The floor extends without boundaries, the walls are torn down like pages of paper, a large amount of light pours in, and white becomes the only theme here—whether it is maple leaves, tables and chairs, or men, in this world made up of data, they are no longer exist.

"Drip, the world [1] is currently not deleted, do you want to delete the memory of this world?"

The young man seemed to have not regained consciousness for a long time, still immersed in his own thoughts.

"Drip, the world [1] is currently not deleted, do you want to delete the memory of this world?"

He ignored it and just stared at the floor.

For a long time.

He finally said a very light, very light word.

"I'm not..."

"No chance at all, right?"

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qwq I want to make another rush before I get a new promotion, and I will add more updates on weekends, hugging everyone cute

By the way, please ask for a long comment qwq Although I feel that there may not be [bu