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One of the most lax defenses in this barracks is that there are almost no surveillance cameras. Once something goes wrong, it can only be searched inch by inch by manpower.

In the past, everyone thought it was to save money, and no one would sneak in here anyway, but now they knew it was for some secrets that even the internal video could not be kept.

The supply truck that Shen Liang wanted to stop the most was already halfway out of the side gate of the barracks, but he had no choice but to back up on the same road under the stop of the soldiers. The face of the old driver who had been driving all night turned black.

Shen Liang took a pair of soldiers he was most familiar with and got into the car to check it himself.

"Two people search side by side." He specifically ordered, "If there is any abnormality or discomfort, report to me immediately!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that Shen Liang actually distributed gas masks to the search team, the old driver felt chills in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Sir, this is..."

Shen Liang made him shut up with a look.

"Did you check the container after unloading the supplies?"

"Yes, yes," he said hastily, "I ordered the remaining goods in the car once before leaving."

"No abnormality found?"

"No, no..." The old driver was quite confident that he would do a good job, but when he was attacked by Shen Liang, he felt guilty for no reason.

"Report sir!" How big a truck can be, Shen Liang's people searched the car thoroughly in an instant: "There is nothing unusual!"

No?

Shen Liang frowned, and asked people to search the vicinity of the exit and other cars that were stopped when they were about to leave.

—Of course they couldn't find anyone.

Strictly speaking, Tu Zi had already left the barracks at this moment—he was lying in the grass next to the side gate of the barracks, in the backyard of the memorial hall, pretending to be dead.

When he heard the words "attention all guards" burst out from a certain walkie-talkie, he immediately rolled from under the car into the grass.

His movements are not very flexible, but he can't hold back his golden finger of spiritual hint.

Last night, he discovered that giving hints to ordinary people is almost accurate, and it is really not easy to make them turn a blind eye to something.

(...It's just that I don't know if it will be discovered afterwards.) Tu Zi secretly stuck out his tongue in his heart.

Otherwise, he would not be forced to jump off the car early.

Hearing that Shen Liang had taken someone to search for other cars, Tu Zi slowly squirmed and approached the back door of the memorial hall.

There were no tourists in the memorial hall early in the morning, only a dozen or so employees on the morning shift gathered for their daily regular meetings.

Tu Zi went straight to the bathroom without saying a word.

– This is what happens when you eat a bunch of (still unwashed) raw tomatoes on an empty stomach.

After Tu Zi pulled out, the memorial hall was already open to welcome visitors.

He leaned on the wall frivolously to feel for the exit, not wanting to be stopped by the security man on the side after walking a few steps.

"Hey! Boy!" The uncle's voice was so loud that he didn't seem to be working in the exhibition hall. "Your classmates are all on the second floor!"

"Uh...I'm not..."

"What are you doing whimpering!" The uncle simply walked over from his post to chase him away: "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't keep up with the teacher, you will have to curse!" Then he pushed Tu Zi up the escalator.

(I see a lot of you who don't study hard and just want to sneak out to play!) The uncle thought with his arms akimbo.

Tu Zi had no choice but to go upstairs under the "warm eyes" of the uncle, and got in the tail of the visiting team with hundreds of students.

At a glance, the school uniforms on their bodies are indeed quite similar, they are all black velvet suit jackets with blue trim, white shirts, blue ties and black trousers inside, except that the student school badges here are cloth badges sewn on the chest, Tu Zi But there is only a small badge buttoned on the collar.

There were a large number of students in this visiting group, mixed with people from several classes, and the small exhibition hall was crowded with people, so no one found out that Tu Zi was not their classmate for a while.

"Quiet!" In the class closest to Tu Zi, the leading teacher stopped in front of a display board and clapped her hands to make her students stop too.

"I've come to the second exhibition hall. Can anyone tell me what kind of victim this place commemorates?" No one raised her hand, so she casually pointed to a classmate: "NO.13!"

"Ah? It's... Semele virus." NO.13, who was whispering to her classmates, finally responded in time without being caught by the teacher.

"That's right, if you can't answer such a basic question, you can save the registration fee for next year's college entrance examination." The teacher said venomously, "If you don't just play games and watch the news, you should Knowing that to this day, there are still new infections of Semele virus, and this virus is quite hereditary, so we must not take it lightly."

She glanced at the display board at the back and called out to the next student: "Representative of the health department! Tell me how many people are infected with the Semele virus."

The representative of the health class is worthy of being the class representative, and he is much more attentive than the No. 13 student. "There are two types, A and B."

Seeing the teacher nodding, she continued happily: "Type A symptoms include photophobia, sound fear, skin allergies, and certain autistic symptoms..."

(—Sentinel.) Tu Zi's heart shuddered.

The so-called photophobia, sound fear, etc. are all symptoms of the initial stage of awakening, or the sudden increase in the sensitivity of the five senses after being stimulated, and the inability to control one's own abilities.

"As for Type B infected persons," the class representative continued: "The symptoms mainly include mental disorders, including hallucinations, emotional breakdown, fear of crowds, etc..."

(Guide.) This Tu Zi is even more clear. When the guide is awakened, just like the sentinel, he cannot control his sudden strong sensory ability in a short period of time. The emotions and thoughts of surrounding humans and even creatures will be uncontrollably Differential reception will cause a strong mental impact, so it is best to prepare for awakening in a secluded place.

However, whether hallucinations or emotional breakdowns, they are all sequelae of accidents during awakening or over-stimulation later. In Tu Zi's cognition, this is not the case under normal circumstances, but here, But it was said to be the main one - "symptoms".

The more Tu Zi listened, the more uncomfortable he became, but the class representative was in excellent condition, reciting the text blah blah blah.

"...Semele virus can affect people of any age, but both are more common in children and adolescents aged five to [-]."

"Well," the teacher nodded, "what else?"

"Both are seriously offensive to ordinary people." The class representative replied loudly, with clear eyes: "And the virus cannot be cured. Once discovered, you should immediately call the emergency number to report the case and send the infected person to isolation."

...Tu Zi, a type B infected person, shrank silently towards the wall.

"That's right." The teacher knocked on the display board to attract the students' attention, "Semele virus is an incurable disease. Once infected, it is impossible to be cured for the rest of your life. Regardless of whether the infected person is AB or AB, as the disease worsens, it will harm the people nearby. It is causing more and more harm. Now all over the world, there are new infected people appearing every year. If there are infected people around you, you must not hesitate to send them to isolation camps immediately."

"Remember, it's never too late."