A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

Niyo held the terminal in his palm and pasted it on the door, and placed it in a position closest to the combination lock to start cracking.I have to say that his movements are very fast and skillful, and it really doesn't look like it's the first time he has done this kind of thing.I thought about his previous work and some ironic rumors a little bit, I couldn't help but shook my head, took two steps back and looked around for him, so that he could concentrate on cracking the lock.

Gerald grabbed my forearm and held it tightly. I could feel that he was on guard and nervous. I couldn't think of anything else to do except cover the back of his hand with the free hand and rub it slowly. Further comfort to his approach.I observed him from the side, and I could see his completely condensed eyes and tight lips, which made his facial lines more beautiful and flexible.

I shook my head slightly, admiring myself for being able to pay attention to things that I shouldn't be paying attention to at this time.

The alarm bell still resounded in every corner of the research institute, and the volume kept a steady frequency of ups and downs. I paid attention to the movement at the corner of the corridor, and was always on guard against someone approaching suddenly.

"All right."

Not long after, Niyo suddenly said.He squatted up halfway, bent over and still stuck the terminal on the door, then slowly turned the combination lock on the handle, and after a slight mechanical sound, he opened the door smoothly.After opening the door, he put the terminal away, raised his eyebrows at me, slowly pushed the whole door open, and walked in first cautiously.

I was grabbed by Gerald's forearm, so I could only turn my head to look at him first. After getting his response and confirming that no one was looking for me in the corridor, I led him to walk softly behind Niyo He stepped into the door and closed the door with his backhand from inside the room.

Niyo groped to the wall and turned on the light in the room. I also used the light to see the layout and structure of the room clearly.This should be a utility room. As far as the eye can see, boxes and shelves are piled up all the way to the corner, and there is almost no place to stand.Everywhere is covered with dust, and it is estimated that no one has cleaned it for a long time. Even if someone comes in occasionally, they probably just take the things they need and leave immediately, ignoring the other dusty goods.

"What are these things?" Niyo stretched out his foot and gently pushed away the box closest to us with a puzzled expression, "Useless equipment or waste?"

"I don't know." I glanced at Gerald's still nervous expression, sighed, and said, "Look for it, there must be something here—it's in this room."

Niyo nodded, lifted his feet, stepped over every box blocking the way, and walked deep into the room.

Instead of leaving the door right away, I turned to look at Gerald.He was indeed still tense, and he didn't relax for a moment. He stared intently at a certain direction deep in the room for a while, then slowly turned his head and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say goodbye to him. I say something.

"What do you want to say?" I asked softly.

His throat rolled a few times, then he stretched out his hand and pointed to a corner on the front right of the room.

I looked in the direction of his finger, there were large and small cardboard boxes and sundries piled up there, and the messy things were piled up in a whole corner, which looked quite messy.

"Nyo." I called out, and pointed to the corner of the wall after he turned his head to look over, "Go over there and have a look."

While Niyo nodded and walked over there, I also pulled Gerald across the debris all over the floor and moved over with difficulty.

"Is there anything here?" Niyo walked to the pile of sundries, bent over and carefully looked at the huge pile of wooden boxes, and even stretched out his hand to open some unclosed boxes, and took a few glances inside. "There are some empty bottles and experimental equipment in it. They all look very old. They should have been out of use for a long time, but they haven't had time to deal with them yet."

I observed these boxes in silence for a while, then turned my gaze to the wall covered by these boxes, "Move these things away first and have a look."

"Move away?" Niyo blinked, then patted the dust off his sleeves, "Is there something behind here?"

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

These boxes don't look light, but they're not so heavy that we need to work hard, and Gerald is around, so the weight is almost nothing to him.

When we moved the top layer of boxes, we saw something different-this should be a door.After removing the top box, we can see a metal line on the wall that is perfectly connected with the wall, and a whole piece of hard metal plate down, so that even if the things below are not completely removed, I It can also be judged that this is a metal door connected to another room.

"Could this be the so-called secret room?" After removing all the sundries in the corner, Niyo stroked his chin and looked at the rather small metal door in front of him, "This is amazing, I am in the rooms of other big people. I haven’t found anything like a secret room or a secret passage—and this secret room is a little too casual, so just put a few boxes around and cover it up and it’s done?”

"This can only show that it is not a secret room at all." I stretched out my fingers and pressed the joint between the metal door and the wall, and took a closer look, "This should be an ordinary door, used to connect to another room's protective door." It’s just a door. There is also such a room in the research institute in the bit area. If the structure and architectural thinking of the two research institutes are similar, then there should be a small passage behind it, connecting another laboratory. This kind of laboratory is generally They are all placed underground or at the outermost edge of the institute, and are specially used for high-risk experiments to avoid accidental injury to other people and the institute's own facilities."

"Is there still such a laboratory?" Niyo asked in surprise, "I thought that being a research institute was already dangerous enough."

"Our laboratories in the basic facilities of the institute are generally used for substance extraction or observation experiments." I explained, "and this kind of isolated laboratory is often used to deal with extremely dangerous substances or new Drugs—like that powder you used to blow up Carrie Meevil's kitchen earlier."

"Cough..." Niyo moved the corners of his mouth and wiped his face, "Can we stop talking about this?"

"However, judging from the fact that this room is used as a warehouse, this isolation laboratory should not have been used for a long time." I ignored his complaints, and squatted in front of this door to observe intently. "...the handle is not dusty at all."

I pointed to the clean doorknob, and Niyo also leaned in to take a look, and said in surprise, "So someone will use it again?"

"Of course," I stood up and clapped my hands, watching Gerald smile, "otherwise, why would the wolf with a keen sense of smell be so interested in the things inside?"

"No matter how sensitive the sense of smell is, I still have to rely on my dexterous hands to decrypt it." Niyo shook his hands complacently, and grinned, "Otherwise, without me here to pick the lock for you, you would have to Find another way to get in—like a hard smash or something.”

"Why, is it something to be proud of to pick someone's door lock?"

"Prying other people's door locks is not something to be proud of," Niyo knelt down and took out the terminal again, and touched the combination lock on the door with his right hand again, "but the technology of being able to pick people's door locks is something to be proud of."

In a sense, this is true. Niyo’s talent in information technology is indeed outstanding. If he is given enough time and a platform to play, his achievements in information and materials will probably not be as good as ZZ’s. Low.

Gerald watched Niyo's movements very quietly. It seemed that he hadn't focused his mind on anything other than me and food for a long time—although he began to gradually notice that the surrounding things were A good thing I expected, but just saying it like this makes me feel bitter about myself.

I sneered at myself in my heart, and waited peacefully for Niyo to crack the combination lock of this door.My mood is the same as that of Gerald, I still maintain a state of tension and vigilance. I not only have to pay attention to whether the closed door behind us will be suddenly opened, but also have to listen to the alarm bell of the institute all the time. Still ringing.If the alarm bell stops ringing, then the vicious virus infected people outside will probably have been cleaned up, and the staff in the research institute will be able to look for it here with their hands free, and then it will be too late to go in.

This time Niyo had obviously used it much longer than when he opened the door of the utility room. I looked at his face from above, and I could even see fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, running down his face. The skin on his forehead slid down to the brow, indicating his equally intense concentration and concentration.

After a while in the slow air flow, he looked at the data displayed on the terminal and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's turned on."

I nodded, and while watching him open the door, I still did not forget to tease: "Why is this lock still difficult for our self-proclaimed skilled master Nyo?"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks." Niyo shook his hands, stood up and twisted his neck a few times, "My shoulders are sore, this lock is very complicated, if not because the institute attaches great importance to such a laboratory , that means someone deliberately didn’t want others to go in.”

"No matter what the reason is, just go in and take a look."

Niyo nodded in agreement, put the terminal away, bent down and complained, and stepped into the small door with one foot, "But this door is too short, is it specially designed for children..."

Before he could fully lean in, Gerald, who was standing next to me, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, ignoring his exclamation, and dragged him out again.

I froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.