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In the early summer, the colorful flowers that had once fought for each other had withered away, leaving only the green fruits hanging on the branches, making the children passing by clap their hands, and his parents had to explain why they could not pick them now.

These breathing scenes are completely invisible from the CDC's special isolation ward.

Centers for Disease Control (CentersforDiseaseControl) is a public welfare institution organized by the government to implement national-level disease prevention and control and public health technology management and services.

Its responsibility is to establish a national public health monitoring system to deal with major epidemics, public health emergencies, and vaccine research and distribution of corresponding diseases.

The patients who can be specifically quarantined by this institution are basically the first patients infected with a special disease, or the zeroth patient.

At this time, the short-haired girl who was lying on the side of the hospital bed looking out from the completely sealed window was such a "patient zero".

"How are you feeling today?" There was a clear male voice on the wall.

Apart from the beds and bedside tables, there is nothing else in this spacious room. Even the walls are made of special soft materials, which can ensure that even if the patient suddenly cannot open it, it will not be damaged.

"No feeling." The girl withdrew her gaze and looked up at the small hole where the sound came out.

Her voice was soft and hoarse. It seemed that she hadn't spoken for a long time. Her slightly yellow hair shone as she lifted her head to block her right eye. Instead, her left eye brightened.

Although her appearance was acceptable, her empty sick suit and slim wrists from her cuffs indicated that she had severe malnutrition.

"Really? That's good, if there is any abnormality—"

"Just press the blue button at the head of the bed, you know."

The young girl waved her hand to interrupt each other, and then pointed around: "Here, here and here will immediately rush into a group of heavily armed doctors and nurses and security guards."

The male voice was silent for a moment before reopening.

"You need to know that you are infected with a super virus that has never been seen before," he said. "It may mutate into any other form, even including the already extinct terrorist disease."

"I knew it already." There was a smile on the girl's face, which seemed to deliberately demolish his desk: "PAX-200."

"Moreover, it has a special" traceability "feature. After mutation, if it is found that the external environment is not suitable, it will revert to the original harmless form," the male voice continued: "However, this process will consume you Physical strength. "

"So I want to keep eating and exercising to avoid being sucked up by it—" The girl sat up and dropped two equally slender legs to start looking for shoes: "Why do you repeat what we all know today today?"

"... Moreover, if you come into contact with other infected persons after it mutates, the otherwise harmless" PAX-200 "of the infected person will immediately mutate into the same disease as you."

"Um ... I think about it." The girl stepped on the sick slippers and walked to the audible wall, tilting her head to look at the wall, as if looking at the person on the opposite side: "Suddenly you said much to me. If you do n’t find a solution, are you going to destroy me humanely? "

"You know I won't let them do that, [Patient Zero]." The voice from the intercom suddenly became firm.

"What are you talking about, Mr. [Monitor]," the girl, or patient No. 0, walked around the ward and returned to bed: "Anyway, you must have done something that would make me unlucky."

"..." The monitor went silent.

"Let's see." Patient No. 0 raised her hand and fiddled with the air in front of her. There was a translucent panel that no one could see except her, and a prompt was just refreshed on it.

[Hint: The antidote for ‘PAX-200’ has been developed and is being distributed to countries around the world. 】

"Ah, it turns out that you developed an antidote, but because the source of the mutation is with me, will you treat me last?" The girl waved her hand and made the panel disappear, turning back with a smile: "Well, you No guilt, this is normal. What if the "root source" ran on someone else if it cured me first? "

"Although the elimination of other viruses will increase the virus mutation rate in your body, it is not 100% ..." the monitor said remedially.

"No, no, no need to comfort me. I thought of this when I voluntarily surrendered to you. It was no surprise at all." The girl waved her hand: "But I hope you can cure my parents and brother first. "

"They are the first to be vaccinated," the monitor said a little bit more relaxed: "After this batch of vaccines is popularized, 'PAX-200' will not be able to mutate and become a part of human probiotics-although they are not at all beneficial. ,Ha ha."

"I hope so ..." The girl yawned: "Okay, your job of" soothing patient No. 0's emotions "has been completed. If nothing happens, I'm going to sleep."

"Actually, yes." After the sound of what was turned off in the speaker, the monitor continued in the girl's puzzled expression: "It is expected that you will be vaccinated next week. Could you-uh ... "

"Huh? Can it be?" Patient No. 0 smiled slyly. "Relax, I won't complain to you."

"Ah? What's the complaint?" The monitor who originally interrupted the thought asked suspiciously.

"Complaint that you often change shifts with your colleagues. Fortunately, I came to chat with me when I was awake." The girl turned to look out the window.

"Huh, that's not ... ah."

"Not what?" Although the girl couldn't see anyone, the girl continued to tease each other.

"Huh-I mean!" Mr. Monitor breathed a sigh of relief and said aloud with determination: "Please be my girlfriend after leaving the hospital!"

"My answer is--" While the girl wanted to continue to say something, the "panel" that had been swung aside by her suddenly appeared in front of her and flashed wildly:

[Hint: "PAX-200" evolved "paralyzed" successfully]

[Hint: ‘PAX-200’ evolved ‘leukemia’ successfully]

[Hint: "PAX-200" has evolved successfully to "malignant tumor"]

[Hint: ‘PAX-200’ evolved ‘cardiac paralysis' successfully]

[Hint: "Lethal combo" is reached, and the remaining infected will die immediately. 】

"Ah, sure enough ..." She sighed lowly, trying to reach over the emergency call button.

"--What's wrong with you?" The inspector waiting for an answer suddenly found something wrong and shouted.

"I mean ... I'm so happy ... you can like me ..." The girl, who was already unable to move, pressed the emergency call with her own weight.

A harsh alarm sounded from inside and outside the ward.

I hope that next time you meet, you will not call me "Patient Zero."

On the translucent panel that no one can see, handwriting emerges quietly line by line.

[Hint: "PAX-200" antidote has been distributed all over the world,]

[Hint: "PAX-200" has been eradicated, the world is safe]

[Number of infections: 7.053 billion, deaths: 1]

【game over】

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