16 years

D City, N Province, [-] kilometers away from the border, the No. [-] Research Institute of the "Fire Source Project".

Joe Eden stood by the French windows of the high-rise building, playing with a small connector like a plate of walnuts, while sipping the wine in his hand.

There was a hint of sweet aroma in the cocktail, and the cold residual temperature seeped a little water mist on the wall of the glass, leaving some traces of moisture on Joe Eden's fingertips.

He was wearing a light long coat, and the fresh air system made a slight sound, keeping the temperature in the room at a comfortable 25 degrees.

The green plants in the corner of the office are growing lushly, and the Dripping Guanyin exudes a faint fragrance. Joe Eden is staring at an "activity area" in the distance outside the window with great interest, enjoying it.

The activity area was divided into different small open-air compartments like a kennel, and two zombies, a man and a woman, were locked in each compartment. Some of them were sluggish, like dead robots, and some were restless. Biting and gnawing at each other, entangled in corners like wild animals.

Joe Eden tilted his head and looked at it for a while, as if dissatisfied with the details that could not be seen clearly, he frowned slightly and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

A long-eyed subordinate beside him soon handed over a tablet. There were several surveillance frames in the screen. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the surveillance cameras eliminated those sluggish and rigid zombie cages, leaving only those restless ones.

Joe Eden smiled, put down the cup in his hand, moved his fingers around the screen, and finally zoomed in on the surveillance image of one of the cameras.

He clicked on the cubicle that was the most restless. When the surveillance camera zoomed in, the seemingly disorderly entanglement became clear—the two irrational zombies somehow seemed to be still in the room. Like a bit of human habit, they are lingering to death.

...Perhaps it is not accurate to say that human beings, their current state is closer to "beasts".Among them, the "male" was extremely aggressive, and had already pushed the "female" into a corner, forced her against the wall, and gnawed off half of the opponent's shoulder.

Their intimacy was out of order, and it was more like a mutual devouring than pure entanglement. The "female" turned around and bit the other's cheek viciously, tearing off a piece of each other's flesh while struggling.

The smell of rotting blood seemed to irritate the two of them. It may also be that the balance of the few "needs for reason" in their hearts was broken, and they quickly lost control, transforming from the state of "death lingering" to "immortality". endlessly".

Half a minute later, the male's throat was bitten off by the female, and it rolled limply down the wall without moving.

Joe Eden sighed regretfully, and closed the monitoring page.

"Still no success items?" he asked.

"Not yet, Boss." The subordinate beside him hesitated for a moment, and quickly said: "This pair is already the closest. Apart from being infected and spreading the virus, they also retain the instinct of physiological needs, and this instinct persists. It took more than a week-but it is still far from your request."

"That's something that can't be helped." Joe Eden said, "There are always obstacles on the way to evolution."

As he spoke, he turned on the monitor in another compartment. The two zombies in this compartment were a little dull compared to the pair just now. ground in "standby".

Joe Eden flicked his fingers across different compartments for monitoring, checking their status one by one.

The status of these zombies is similar, but there is only one thing that makes people's scalp tingle - between the male and female zombies in each compartment, their appearance is more or less similar.

"Boss, there is one more thing." The subordinate held up the tablet and said in a low voice: "We are almost ready to evacuate, but what about 'Eve'—"

"How's she doing today?" Joe Eden asked.

"It's okay." The subordinate said: "But because the silver thread fish was broken for a day, some people don't know people well."

Joe Eden snorted, and stuffed the communicator into his subordinate's hand.He didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he didn't seem to feel that the "eyes" around him and the "sharp knives" that were ready to pierce into his belly on the road were anything to be afraid of. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then beat the palm of his hand happily .

"I'm going to see her." Joe Eden said, "Don't come with me, let's talk alone for a while."

"Eve" lives on the basement floor of the institute, with more than 500 square meters of free activity space.Most of the time, she is very quiet, neither noisy nor fussy. She is bound into a soft "cocoon" by the straitjacket, which looks well-behaved but tough.

If there was a constant supply of silverfish, she would be able to accurately identify Joe Eden, as well as the few researchers who often dealt with her.

But if the silver thread fish is out of stock, the situation will be very different.

At first she will be quiet strangely, like a stupor patient, unresponsive to everything outside, but soon, she will start to become manic, violent, and become like the zombies outside, becoming a low-level creature dominated by infection Viral vector.

When the world fell into the virus, probably no one would have thought that the barrier agent that can prolong the life of the "virus mother" would come from this humble silver filament-shaped creature.

The basement floor of the research institute is the experimental area. The "Eve" residence is separated by a large piece of tempered glass, and on the other side are researchers coming and going.They were making the final preparations for the evacuation when Joe Eden emerged from the elevator.

"Boss." A middle-aged man came up to him, bowed to him respectfully, and said, "If we evacuate immediately, do we need to prepare enough silver fish for three days?"

"Hush——" Joe Eden made a silent gesture to him, and complained with a smile: "Okay, don't remind me of those troubles now, I have to have a good word with my Eve, You go away first."

The middle-aged man frowned disapprovingly, thinking that this little lunatic was not in a hurry, they were different. The "chasing soldiers" were about to hit the city gate, if they didn't retreat now, they were just waiting to be caught.

But Joe Eden is unpredictable and moody, and he can often talk to people with a smile in one second, and ask mercenaries to throw people into piles of zombies in the next second.At this point, the researcher didn't dare to provoke him, even though he had scolded him thousands of times in his heart, he could only force a smile on the surface, and answered yes repeatedly.

It took only three to five minutes to clean up such a large research area. Qiao Aidenshi brushed off the floating dust on his clothes, strolled into the inner room, and swiped away with his palm prints. Eve" activity area door.

【Warning——】

A huge red window pops up automatically.

[The high-risk area ahead, please proceed with caution. 】

Immediately afterwards, another automatic warning was refreshed.

[The state of the petri dish is extremely unstable, it is recommended to stay away. 】

"Oh, really." Joe Eden bent down slightly nonchalantly, pointed at the iris detector, and said, "Thank you for reminding me, but I think she is in good condition."

The highest authority for iris authentication came into effect soon, and the second movable door slid open to the left and right, and the woman behind the transparent glass slowly raised her face and "looked" at Joe Eden.

It was an extremely beautiful woman with fair skin, deep contours, curly and long eyelashes, and exquisite facial features. Sitting there, she looked like a living doll, as if God was more attentive than others when creating humans.

She looks very similar to Joe Eden, like Narcissus above and below the water.

Her pupils were also the same dark green color as Jo Eden's, but now they were covered with a gray film, and she seemed to be blind.

Joe Eden's leather shoes knocked on the floor tiles, making a regular sound.The woman's ears moved slightly, her eyes shifted a little following the sound, and she landed on Joe Eden accurately.

"Eve" came alive again from the state of silence, her dull eyes moved, as if she wanted to stand up, but being restricted by the restraint uniform, she only moved a little arc before falling back to the chair.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Joe Eden walked up to her, pressed her shoulder lightly, and said, "I know you miss me."

The woman's long maroon curly hair was scattered behind her head, slipped down the snow-white straitjacket, and a few strands stuck to Joe Eden's wrist.She seemed to have smelled a familiar smell, and relaxed quite attached, leaning her head on Joe Eden's palm, with a snoring sound coming from her throat.

"Those troublesome people have already smelled us, Irene." Joe Eden said with a smile: "But I haven't finished my work yet, so I can't be defeated by them here."

Irene's current mind and thinking ability are not enough to support her to understand such a complicated conversation. She raised her head and looked at Joe Eden in doubt, with a doubtful tone in her throat.

Joe Eden smiled dotingly. He lightly stroked Irene's side face with his fingertips, and finally stopped on her chin. He tightened his thumbs and lifted her face slightly.

Erin looked at him obediently, blinking slowly.

"That group of people are useless, not as useful as a brat." Joe Eden said: "I can't research medicine, and I can't research blocking medicine-in this case, I might as well ask the enemy to help me .”

"You will always support me." Joe Eden said: "After all, you and I are the two closest people in the world. You and I share the same mind and share a set of DNA-you are me, and I am you."

As Joe Eden said, he bent down slightly, and gently pressed Irene's lips with the pulp of his thumb.

Irene's long eyelashes trembled and fell obediently.

After a while, Joe Eden straightened up, gently brushed Irene's wet lips with his thumb, and then pressed it against his own, and smiled at Irene with his eyes bent.

"Good boy," said Joe Eden, "may God always bless you and me."

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It's not orthopedics, it's not orthopedics, Joe is a real sick person, and he will talk about the specific logic of his abnormality in 23333 later