The protagonist wants to steal my script again

An Minghui felt as if he had had a dream. The dream began on the first day he came to this world. The dream was so realistic that people couldn't doubt it.

At the beginning of the dream, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar task panel, and the content on it was still the same, nothing new.

task progress: 07

Performer: An Minghui

Current World Status: Viral Infected, Villain

Mission objective: unknown

Task flow: to be read

Remarks: After the death of a character in this world, the executor will automatically enter the next task world.If the executor is judged to deliberately avoid contact with the protagonist and evade the task, the soul will be destroyed.If the protagonist dies, the mission world will collapse.The process provided in this world is only for the reference of the executor.The executor shall not disclose information that does not belong to this world to the characters in the mission world.

The surroundings were pitch black, hands and feet seemed to be bound, An Minghui moved a little, and stopped moving after realizing that it was impossible to struggle on his own, patiently sorting out the memory of the original owner.

The original owner was a research institute of a local research institute. When he went out to collect samples a week ago, he accidentally came across a mutated plant that he had never seen in K City. When he met it, the plant had just been killed. Although the entire team of supernatural powers attacked him, most of their attention was still attracted by the pile of fresh corpses, so they didn't chase after him, allowing him to escape alive.

Although he saved his life, the original owner was still injured and locked up in the isolated area of ​​the research institute. In the follow-up research, it was found that the infection rate of this mutated zombie virus was much slower than that of ordinary viruses. It seems that It is very valuable for research, and the original owner was not executed on the spot.

And the original research institute was not enough to conduct effective research on this level of project, so the original owner was transferred to the top Prometheus Research Institute in country A, and the personnel there took over the research.

But now he can feel a small vibration under his body, and he should be still on his way to the Prometheus Research Institute.He closed his eyes again as usual, and took a short break to accept the plot this time.

The plot this time is very simple to sum up. After being sent to the Prometheus Research Institute, the original owner lingered on as a good research sample every day. The degree of zombification became more and more serious, and the hatred in his heart intensified. Finally, one day, he finally seized the opportunity of the research institute's energy system failure and tried to escape from the research institute, and destroyed all the research results within his reach when he left. The dean simply and neatly killed him.

As always, it didn't end well.

After going through a series of procedures such as transportation, inspection, and sending to the isolation room, the first person in this world to speak to An Minghui was a white researcher with brown hair. He was a sunny boy, and he was very enthusiastic when he greeted him through a wall: "Hello, I am Kate, the dean's assistant, and our dean will take over your treatment and research from today onwards. We will meet often in the future.”

An Minghui sat in the isolation room, which was so deserted and simple that it was a bit shabby, and smiled good-naturedly: "Then I will trouble you. The dean you are talking about is the famous genius, right? I didn't expect to be able to do so in my lifetime." It was a blessing in disguise for me to meet such a character.”

"Haha, your temper is much better than I imagined. I thought you would be very irritable when you encountered such unlucky things." Kate said heartily, "Although our dean is very powerful, he is not very easy to get along with. And I I have to say that you probably seldom have the chance to see him, because it is reasonable to say that the daily drug administration and sampling are all carried out by us, and as for the dean—responsible for high-end work, you understand?”

Speaking of her boss, Kate complained euphemistically about his weird personality, but at the same time she could not hide her pride: "But don't worry, if there is anyone in the world who can cure your virus, That must be our dean. If even he can't do it, others can't do it either."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Although Kate's qualifications are still young, being able to enter this research institute at the same young age has also proved his ability. He doesn't have a lot of free time on weekdays, so he only chatted with An Minghui for a while before leaving.

After Kate left, An Minghui looked at the isolation room that he was going to live in officially from today. The sheets, bedding and even the pillows were all pure white, which made people think of the hospital.There is a table and a chair in the room, both of which are black, and there is a gray-black bookshelf next to the bed, on which there are scattered basic and highly professional scientific magazines, and there is nothing else to compare with There's nothing entertaining about it -- not to mention that even these magazines don't do much to keep people entertained.Seeing all the black and white tones, he reluctantly smiled wryly—even though it was an isolation room, the layout was too indifferent.

He wasn't bored for too long. About half an hour later, Mr. Dean, whom Kate mentioned just now that he might rarely see, appeared.

After all, it is a patient and sample just delivered, so I still have to come and observe it.

At that time, An Minghui was standing by the separation wall, breathing on the glass-like material while drawing simple small patterns on the mist with his fingertips to pass the time.

When meeting the eyes of Mr. Dean, An Minghui had just finished drawing the leaves of a small flower, and when he raised his head, he suddenly met a pair of cold gray pupils. To be honest, the scene at that time was actually a bit embarrassing.

"Hello...?" An Minghui's smile was unnatural, being witnessed by such a person with such childish behavior would always make people feel like being caught by a high school teacher as a deserter, "May I ask who you are? "

When he saw it for the first time, An Minghui only felt that although the young man standing outside looked very young, he was born with an aura that no one dared to offend. Those inorganic and indifferent eyes just glanced over , is enough to make anyone shudder.

——Except Mr. An, who has experienced many battles.

He didn't feel embarrassed when he failed to get an answer, but smiled very gently and continued: "Well, I know you are Mr. Alois, I have seen your academic conference video so I know what you look like , I just thought it would be good to say something when meeting for the first time.”

The three-dimensional and handsome young man was wearing a spotless white coat, and was holding a form for recording information in his hand. He lowered his head and glanced at the information sheet in his hand, and said to the air in a very businesslike manner: "An Minghui, male , 27 years old, from Huaguo, experiment number 89, the authority level is fixed at level 0, and when self-harm, suicide, or any aggressive behavior is detected, it will be immediately deprived of its mobility."

After Alois finished speaking, a synthetic male voice sounded out of thin air: "The information has been entered successfully."

A few words are enough for An Minghui to see the character of the other party. Knowing that this is a very impersonal genius, he feels that his next request may not be successful, but he still said: " Mr. Alois, I have a presumptuous request, can I come here," he pointed to the small cabinet next to the bed, "put a vase of flowers, preferably brightly colored, is that okay? I don't have any An attempt, just hoping to make the place where I live look more alive, so that I can feel that I have not yet reached a truly desperate situation."

An Minghui didn't realize it when he said this, but when he was quietly waiting for Alois' reply, he realized that he was already in the end of the world. It was an extremely extravagant thing. Obviously, his request was a bit inappropriate, and it even seemed to be a deliberate embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." He smiled apologetically, apologizing for his mistake, "I forgot, where can I find flowers at this time? Just treat it as if I was talking nonsense just now, I just...just slipped my words."

This sample is a bit noisy—Alois thought.

No one dared to bring up such a trivial matter in front of Alois before, but it seems that there is indeed no second choice for people who can find flowers in the research institute besides Alois, An Minghui Without realizing that I had stumbled upon an ideal candidate for a request—not counting character.

Alois remembered that when he first entered the observation room, the sample was standing by the partition wall, breathing hard while drawing small flowers on the wall. He couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Meaningless and useless work, I just intuitively felt that the sample standing there alone at that time seemed a bit... pitiful?alone?Is it a word like this?

So Alois took out a black seed from the pocket of his white coat and put it in the palm of his hand, and then the seed split quickly, and tender green buds emerged, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye He got up, and flowers of various colors bloomed on the branches-he didn't know what color was bright, so he got a little of each color.

He saw the sample standing in the separation wall with his palms on the wall. From this side, he could clearly see the fingerprints on the palm and fingertips, and the sample's eyes hadn't blinked since he took out the seeds. Blinkingly stared at it, and showed a surprised and curious expression when seeing the seeds grow and bloom.

Because there was no vase, Alois casually took a test tube from the small storage room next to the observation room, filled it with a little water, folded off the flowering branches and put it in, and let Prometheus The test tube was sent into the isolation chamber by a robotic arm.

Holding the test tube, An Minghui looked helplessly at those delicate and beautiful flowers squeezed into a small test tube. Although he thought it was a bit funny, he still thanked him sincerely.

The author has something to say: Ann sample's work diary:

The legendary Mr. Genius is a little more talkative than expected

But probably geniuses are not sentimental.

How did you come up with the idea of ​​arranging flowers in test tubes?

However, the flowers are still beautiful

.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 clarification leaf

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: I have a cat at home

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^