After the whole species mutated, I hung up

After the rat tide was resolved, the sky gradually became brighter.

The support of the federal army was very fast. Not long after they repaired on the spot, the logistics department sent people to arrive, and they came with three buses.

The benign mutants who came to support took a short rest, and then scattered around to search for survivors. They boarded the three buses and were escorted by the logistics department to the rescue base.

After getting on the bus, Lu Mian chose a seat at the end near the window. This is the corner of the whole car, relatively undisturbed. It is the seat he will occupy first every time he takes the bus. He looks up at the front With a slip of the head, he was dragged back to before the disaster in a trance.

During this period of time, it was mantises and mice, all kinds of things came in different ways, God knows how long it has been since he had a good night's sleep, even if he fell asleep, his dreams were full of weird things chasing him. , so as soon as he got in the car, with the swaying body and the tiredness of the past few days, he felt a little drowsy.

He leaned his head against the car window, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark green armored vehicle moving forward a lot from the back of the bus. He originally thought that the armored vehicle wanted to overtake, so he didn't pay much attention to it. A few minutes later, the car was still hanging at the rear of the bus.

He couldn't help but cast his curious eyes there. After seeing the surprised eyes on the round window of the armored car, he paused, then turned his face to the bus with a little boredom, and closed his eyes slightly.

For him who is tired now, nothing is more important than sleep.

If he ignored the scorching gaze that looked at him from time to time, he should have slept better.

Lu Mian dreamed that he came to a bustling street, and the people on the street were having some kind of celebration. Dragon and lion dances flew up and down with the rhythmic sound of gongs and drums, but the person who beat the gong insisted on holding a copper The gong chased after him, his feet were surprisingly heavy, even if he tried desperately to run, he couldn't run away, so the man took the gong and drum and rapped hard on his ear.

boom!

Lu Mian opened his eyes suddenly, and the sound of gongs and drums exploding in his ears was still lingering. The dream was so real that his ears were a little itchy. He scratched his ears, only to find that there were already There was a commotion.

Lu Mian stood up, grabbed Brother Chen and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Brother Chen turned his head to look at him, saw that he looked like he had just woken up, and said, "A few crows with short eyes hit our windshield."

After finishing speaking, Brother Chen pointed to the mark on the front glass and showed him: "Unlucky."

Crows are unlucky, which is why there was a commotion in the car.

Lu Mian looked up, and saw a bloodstain with a black feather on the upper right corner of a piece of transparent glass, and what seemed to be a small white unknown object firmly stuck the feather to the glass window.

Lu Mian looked at the mark with a frown, always feeling something strange, but he didn't know where the strange feeling came from.

He leaned on the back of the chair, lowered his body and looked out of the car. There were a few wisps of clouds floating in the blue sky, but there was nothing else.

He stood up straight and asked suspiciously, "Where did those crows come from? Have they mutated?"

Brother Chen shrugged, "I don't know. Probably not, it's not big."

Lu Mian didn't say a word, staring at the imprint, thinking about something.

At this moment, the Federation who was in charge of escorting them in the car spoke a few words to comfort them, and everyone in the car became quiet again, so this little episode could only be let go.

The convoy crossed the main road of City X full of green walls, and headed all the way to the edge of the city. The eyes were full of green all the way, which made people feel visually tired. The boring and single scenery was like a lullaby. When everyone was about to fall asleep, the bus drove into a ramp guarded by the army. After that, the scene in front of them suddenly became clear.

This is the outskirts of City X, many factories are built in this place, except for the trucks that deliver goods to and fro on weekdays, this road is actually very desolate.

Only this suburb with a relatively large area can accommodate troops/teams equipped with various heavy military/fire weapons.

The sleepy people in the car were chased away one after another, looking at the various new weapons that came into view, the shock in their eyes could not be concealed.

Lu Mian got out of the car with the others, and inadvertently turned to the outside of the factory building, and saw the armored vehicle that followed him all the way at the back of the bus turn left and enter another factory area.

This factory building is the place where the survivors live temporarily. Many survivors who have arrived here are standing at the door, looking at them with surprised eyes.

They were led to an office next to the factory building. This office was like a smaller factory building, only ten meters wide, but nearly 20 meters deep. It was separated by a whole piece of transparent tempered glass in the middle. There is still a door on the left. Behind the glass partition, thousands of test tubes are placed on various desks, and some people in white coats and masks are busy inside.

The soldier who brought them in greeted the office, then turned around and shouted: "Those who have flu symptoms for more than two days after the typhoon, stand to the right, and the rest stand where they are."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of buzz among the owners. The flu that occurred more than half a month ago was still fresh in people's memory. They were taken away by the ambulance, and they have no way of knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Lu Mian was sullen. At that time, he faintly felt that something was wrong with the flu. Now it is mentioned here again, which means that his speculation about the flu is still too superficial. From this point of view, the impact of the flu is more far-reaching.

Brother Chen was a little confused, "Hey, I did have a cold for a while, and so did Xiao Lu. He seemed to have been ill for a long time. Why, we are not quite right?"

Lu Mian was silent, looked at the people who kept coming out of the line, and also pulled Brother Chen to stand and look over.

After the two teams stood up again, the person in the white coat in the office came out with a thick folder and stood beside them.

Next to Lu Mian was a boy with glasses. He opened the folder and said first, "Congratulations to everyone for surviving." Before they could answer anything, he started a routine questioning.

"Name, age."

The first person to inquire was Lu Mian.

Lu Mian temporarily suppressed his thoughts and said, "Lu Mian, 18."

The boy quickly jotted down on the folder, and then asked, "Did you get rained before the flu?"

Lu Mian: "Yes."

"Do you have a fever? How many days?"

Lu Mian paused, and tried to recall that he had been running a fever during the typhoon, and he was still running a fever when he met Queen Hu, and his temperature didn't drop until he found Sister Li's body.

Not knowing the specific situation, Lu Mian thought for a while and said a number very conservatively, "6 days."

As soon as he said this, the boy who was in charge of questioning him was stunned, and the entire office fell silent. The federal army and those people in white coats all looked at him, as if they were looking at some prehistoric giant beast. They were all shocked, but also faintly excited.

The boy asked again uncertainly, "How many days?"

Lu Mian was silent for a moment, fearing that the number of days he said would be in some minefield, but he actually had a fever for not only 6 days, pretending to be a memory, he said regretfully, "I'm not sure, the fever is confused, I don’t remember how many days it was.”

At this moment, Brother Chen suddenly said: "I remember, I remember." Everyone's eyes were on him, and Lu Mian also had a complicated expression on his face.

Brother Chen gave an accurate but vague concept: "At least one day a week."

Lu Mian: "..."

Lu Mian sighed helplessly. He knew that Brother Chen also cared about him, and was afraid that Lu Mian would not remember the time of the fever, which would affect the follow-up treatment.It's treatment, Lu Mian is not sure.

As soon as Brother Chen said this, there was a gasp in the office, and the boy standing beside him couldn't even hold his pen, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Now, even the people in Xinyue Community noticed something strange.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Xiao Lu?"

"No way? He looks quite normal..."

Only then did Brother Chen feel that he was talking too much, and looked at Lu Mian: "Xiao Lu, I..."

Lu Mian shook his head, and was about to answer when an old man with gray hair appeared from nowhere, grabbed the folder from the boy with glasses, took a pen from his left pocket, and started to ask Lu Mian instead of the boy. .

Old man: "What are the sequelae of having a fever? For example, frequent dizziness, headache, or other symptoms."

Lu Mian took a deep breath. Anyway, it was like this, and he had nothing to hide, so he said honestly, "It will cause a headache."

Especially when he's using Time Pause.

Of course, he didn't say the latter sentence, after all, the old man didn't ask.

The old man raised his brows, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Has there been any changes in physical fitness?"

Hearing this, Lu Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and understood in his heart. ——They are screening for benign mutations!Influenza may be the beginning of human mutation.

Without getting an answer from Lu Mian, the impatient old man urged directly, "Young man?"

Lu Mian said: "Physical stamina has at least doubled."

Hearing this, the old man coughed softly. Since he was wearing a mask, Lu Mian could only know the other party's emotions from those smiling eyes.

The old man directly closed the folder, his eyes couldn't hide the excitement, he turned around, and shouted at the person behind the window, "Come here yet?"

The person in charge of drawing blood behind the window came back to his senses, quickly took a set of blood drawing equipment, ran to his side, quickly applied iodophor on his hands and feet, opened the packaging bag of disposable needles, and that was it. Standing still, he drew two tubes of blood.

After the blood was drawn, the old man said to the person who drew the blood, "Priority is the test."

The blood drawer took Lu Mian's blood, responded respectfully, and then ran into the glass room without looking back. At this time, another person was added behind the blood draw window.

The old man looked at Lu Mian, his eyes were bright, and the mask couldn't hide his smile, "Your name is... Lu Mian? I think you have to come with me."

Although Lu Mian trusted the federal government, the perverted appearance of the old man in front of him was a bit intrusive.

He didn't understand why a person working in the federal government would look like a human trafficker, which made him think absurdly...

Could it be that the old man wanted to take him to some laboratory and dissect him for research?

So, Lu Mian took a few steps back with a sullen face, but unexpectedly fell into a warm and hard embrace, a faint smell of washing powder wrapped him up, and he could feel the light breath of the person behind him on the back of his neck .

Lu Mian's breath was suffocated, and his body was a little stiff.

The old man urged the staff to take Lu Mian away. Lu Mian felt his breath sink a bit, and a stern voice swayed behind him: "He is afraid."

The old man saw Lu Mian's stiffness in his eyes. Although he couldn't figure out why Lu Mian, who was still fine just now, changed his state at this time, he still said: "You know, we can't delay."

"I know," said the voice behind him, "so I'm with him."

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