This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

It was still late at night, and in the hotel room, only the bedside lamp was lit with an orange bedside lamp.

Mijingtang woke up suddenly, he was taken aback, he hastily clenched the gun in his hand, and aimed the muzzle in the direction of the bed.

Still a little dizzy, he rubbed his forehead with the other hand.Then Mijingtang heard Zou Lang shout, "Oh, don't shoot, it hasn't changed."

Mijingtang apologized for falling asleep just now, adjusted to the light, put down the gun in his hand and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Zou Lang said: "If you don't let me go to the toilet, I will wet the bed."

Mijingtang heaved a sigh of relief, then stood up and untied the rope that bound his hands.

Zou Lang stretched his hands, went to the bathroom, and went to the bathroom as if letting the wind go.

Then he came back and very consciously continued to lie back on the bed.

Mijingdou stretched out his hand to pull the rope, but it was still tied.He saw that there were red marks on Zou Lang's wrist, so he carefully loosened it a little.

Then Mijingtang looked at his watch. It was already five o'clock in the morning. Zou Lang was bitten at about eleven noon yesterday, and he arrived at the hotel at about one o'clock yesterday afternoon. Now at five o'clock in the morning, he has carried seventeen hours, less than seven hours before the 24-hour deadline.

Zou Lang drank some water, lay on the bed, and looked at Yujingtang.He knew that Mijingtang had been by his side all the time, looking at him now, his face was still pale, his lips were thin and bloodless, and the orange light was warm, shining on his face, he was still pretty but so tired that it made people feel distressed.He couldn't help asking, "Instructor, is your injury better?"

This time he was bitten, and it was him who hurt him, but it was Mijingtang who endured it.

Mijingtang shook his head, the condition of the wound was good and bad, he was used to the pain, but fortunately there was no inflammation.After a short rest, he felt that he could survive.

Zou Lang asked again: "Are you still sleeping?"

Mijingtang shook his head again. He was woken up and couldn't fall asleep, and Zou Lang might turn into a zombie at any time now. Although being chained reduced the danger to a certain extent, the uncontrollability was still high.

"Then come over and have a chat." Zou Lang suggested, "I'm a little hungry by the way, can I have some noodles?"

Mijingo: "..."

Emotional Zou Lang has been in a circle for the last time, and the last meal in his life may still be instant noodles.

Mijingtang got up virtuously and took a pot of water to boil, then opened the food storage box in the hotel, soaked two bowls of noodles, handed one bowl to Zou Lang, and lowered his head to eat the other bowl.

Suddenly, the small room in the hotel was filled with the smell of instant noodles.

Although instant noodles are not a high-end thing, it is quite satisfying to have a bowl of hot noodles in the late night of the last days.

"Instructor, how long do I have?" Zou Lang asked while eating instant noodles.

"Less than seven hours." Mijingtang felt worried when he mentioned this time.

"I haven't heard of a situation where there is no mutation within 24 hours." Zou Lang continued.

Although the time of mutation and infection varies from person to person, ranging from a few seconds to more than 20 hours, without exception, they are all within 24 hours.This phenomenon is also called the 24-hour dead line by researchers.

Mijingdou lowered his eyelashes, feeling a bit sore in his eye sockets, but he didn't either.

Since the catastrophe, billions of people have died worldwide, and some countries have been nearly wiped out.Among so many cases, none of them lasted more than 24 hours. How can such a result not make people despair?

With the passage of every minute and every second, waiting has become a torment.

Zou Lang finished eating the noodles, and Mijingtang came over to collect the paper cups.

Then he reached out and pulled Zou Lang's head, and looked at the wound on the side of his neck, the wound had scabbed over.

Zou Lang felt the faint calluses on Mijingtang's fingers from holding the gun, and his slender neck beside his eyes, and said with emotion, "I wish this bite was taken by you."

Mijingtang rolled his eyes at him, and instead of scolding him, he hummed softly.

Zou Lang changed to a side-lying position, and smiled triumphantly, "You didn't miss my back."

Mijingtang didn't want to discuss this issue, coughed lightly, and changed the topic, "Can you tell me about your experience of being bitten."

Zou Lang recounted the process of the old man from coming in to turning into a zombie to being bitten and then connecting the wires.

After hearing this, Mijingtang remained silent for a while, and frowned slightly, "So you were bitten through the combat uniform at that time?"

Zou Lang nodded. The combat uniform was quite thick, but he was completely unprepared for this bite. He was bitten hard. At that time, he felt a pain in his neck, and then he felt bleeding.

Mijingtang lowered his head, thinking of a possibility. He hoped that Zou Lang was lucky. If there was a certain chance that the zombie's saliva did not seep through the combat uniform, he might not have been infected.

As he thought about it, he found that Zou Lang was looking at him without blinking, and he was a little scared, "You... what are you looking at." He thought there was something at the corner of his mouth, so he stretched out his hand to rub it.

"Looks like a good-looking wife." Zou Lang said confidently, and then he added a legitimate reason for himself, "In the last period of my life, don't eat, drink, sleep well, enjoy life, and have fun in time, what else can I do? "

Seeing that Mijingtang ignored him, Zou Lang continued: "Instructor, I'm sweating after exercising, and it's sticky. Can you discuss it and let me take a bath?" After speaking, he licked his lips, clearly I have a bowl of instant noodles, but why don't I feel like I can't eat enough?

Mijingtang knew what Zou Lang was planning, raised his eyebrows, shook his head and refused, "Don't make trouble!"

Zou Lang's shamelessness got worse, "I can come from the front, let you look into my eyes, look at my face, and see if I have turned into a zombie. The most luxurious room equipment in Boss Qin's shop is still good. The hotel has The bathtub is still round with massage. It’s a pity not to use it.”

Mijingtang gritted his teeth, but there was a hint of panic in his eyes, "No way! Why are you so shameless!"

An hour later, the bathtub was filled with hot water.

Two hours later, there were a few more scratches on Zou Lang's back.

Four hours later, Mijingtang ordered another KFC takeaway for Zou Lang.

seven hours later...

24 hours have passed.

They passed the 24-hour dead line safely.

At the end of Mijingtang's arrival, he looked at his watch almost every two or three minutes, without daring to blink his eyes. Both he and Zou Lang had a question in their hearts, why hasn't it mutated yet?

Mijingtang suddenly discovered that it would be a terrible thing for Zou Lang to turn into a zombie when the time came. Although he was relieved that he didn't turn into a zombie when the time came, it was something that he couldn't relax his vigilance.

Instead of celebrating their aftermath, they were worried and cautious.

Mijingtang still didn't dare to let go of Zou Lang, and said to him: "Let's wait a little longer, maybe when I bit you, the uncle hadn't completely turned into a zombie, maybe the zombie's saliva was blocked by the clothes and didn't enter your body. Maybe... You are not infected."

As time passed, and it was night in the blink of an eye, Zou Lang showed no sign of becoming a zombie.If Zou Lang was just an ordinary person, he might have collapsed psychologically.Fortunately, he has always been big-hearted and lucky.

How to deal with this problem is placed in front of two people.

Mijingtang rationalized his thinking: "I think there may be three results now. In the first case, because you were bitten through the collar, not directly, and the blood did not touch the saliva, you were not infected. Most likely."

Zou Lang nodded in agreement. The situation was chaotic at the time, and he couldn't judge the injury better. "If this is the case, it would be an own joke if you report it. People may say that I made fake wounds to escape the battle." , Some people will say that I am making news for the sake of sensationalism, even if it is finally confirmed that what I said is true, everyone will look at it with colored glasses."

After all, this kind of situation of being bitten by a zombie and not mutating in the end is too unbelievable to ordinary people.

"The second result is that the virus has mutated in your place. The incubation period has been extended. This is less likely, but not impossible." Mijingtang continued.

"This kind of situation should be ruled out through quarantine. As long as it is bitten, it can be detected whether it is in the incubation period or not."

Mijingtang looked at Zou Lang, "But that's just a common understanding. What if it mutates so much that it can't be quarantined? In that case... you are a dangerous product that may break out at any time. No one will know when the infection will mutate. If you don’t report it, you are irresponsible to other people.”

Zou Lang didn't think of this possibility just now, so he nodded in agreement.

If the incubation period is only extended, then he may be quarantined, may be studied by the research institute, and may be regarded as a dangerous object and executed.

Mijingtang continued to analyze, "The third type is that you have a special constitution. Maybe it is one in a billion people who can resist the virus." This possibility is extremely slim.But not outside of their scenario assumptions.

"I don't think I'm so lucky yet." Zou Lang said, "If this happens, I will probably be locked up like a giant panda, and then draw blood every day for research."

There are three situations, from the perspective of a bystander, if it is not reported, the first situation will be harmless, if it is the second situation, it will endanger other people, and if it is the third situation, it will harm all human beings. Regardless.

And these three results, if reported, from Zou Lang's point of view, no matter what the results are, they are not very optimistic.

Finally, Mijingtang sighed: "This matter is too important." He looked at Zou Lang, hesitated and said, "No matter what you do, I will not ignore you, and I will not force you to report, nor will I I will tell others that I will be optimistic about you for the time being. Don't leave my sight for more than 3 minutes."

The person in front of him is Mijingtang's closest relatives besides his mother. He hopes to be considerate, but because he loves him, he can't avoid his selfish thoughts. From his point of view, he just wants to control the matter to the extent that he can remedy it. within range.Zou Lang had just circled the line of life and death, and he didn't want to put too much pressure on him.

Zou Lang bowed his head and said: "Reporting should still be reported, it's just a question of how and when to report." Although he seems to be a cynical ruffian, he can still tell the seriousness of the matter.He understood that this matter was no small matter, and he didn't want to implicate Mijingtang or others.

"If you think so, I suggest that after you go back, you don't report it publicly. You go to your brother yourself, discuss with him, and listen to his arrangements. It's best to find an expert like Fang Yazhou to confirm." Mi Jingtang gave Zou Lang an idea .

Such an important matter cannot be concealed, but it cannot cause unnecessary panic or suspicion.Regardless of the outcome, this matter is not suitable for publicity at this stage.It's best to take advantage of Zou Lang's identity and deal with it specially.

Zou Lang was only negative for a few minutes, and then he began to firmly believe that there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, so he yawned and stretched his waist: "Don't think about it so much, maybe... I won't be able to get out of City K, and I have reached the inspection gate It got stuck."

At night, Yujingtang was driven by Zou Lang and slept for a few hours.

At noon the next day, they simply cleaned up the room, threw the blood-stained combat uniforms and hot pot tableware into the trash can, and then they went downstairs. Boss Qin was no longer in the hotel.

While helping them check out, the little fat man had a look of amazement that he had such good physical strength as a soldier, he could really do it, and he hadn't gone out for two days and two nights.

Zou Lang wore a high collar, and he waved and waved like a normal person along the way.

When he arrived at the quarantine station and queued up, he stood in front of Mijingtang. First, his temperature was taken, and then his blood was tested.

"Drip, everything is normal, please pass."