Zombies don't need to rest

But the only pity is that the child has not done too much research on his own field.

Of course it's not his fault.

After all, Jiang Yang didn't expect that the child's research direction turned out to be viruses.

That's right, he's working on viruses in a world that doesn't currently have them.

As for his learning materials and sources of knowledge, there are only a few materials left before the end of the world, and there are also information left by the survivors from the word of mouth.

Why this became a subject, you have to ask the child's teacher.

Because so far, there are only a few people in the entire Pan-Asian Federation who are researching viruses.

They are the child's teacher and his teacher's teacher. . .

They occupy an office of [-] square meters in an ordinary university in Base City No. [-].

There is only one person in each generation.

After so many years, the research materials in their hands are as much as when the discipline was founded, without any increase.

So the child had a difficult task, which was to come to the Federal Academy of Sciences and try to find relevant information.

But it is a pity that for the current federation, the virus is just a name that existed in the old days.

If sorting out the literature is considered research.

There was probably a guy who was in charge of that 60 years ago.

After the other party organizes the information files related to the virus and puts them into the database for sealing.

The Federal Academy of Sciences has no one to carry out research in this area.

After all, the newcomers have never seen what this thing looks like.

In the environment of ubiquitous radiant energy, these things simply couldn't survive.

If it weren't for the fact that people suspected that zombies were related to viruses, and had focused on some research in the last days, I am afraid that even the data would not be left now.

The windless follow-up observation report has already been mentioned.

Microorganisms have indeed begun to emerge under the recovery of the natural environment in recent years.

But the scale is far from reaching the level worthy of study.

As for viruses, these small things can only survive for a short time in the laboratory under the New Hope mine.

They have not adapted to the ubiquitous radiant energy.

So in fact, even the inside of Wufeng only followed up and studied this thing, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Only Jiang Yang has been following up and investigating.

Because he has always suspected that the mutation of the zombies has something to do with these little things.

Moreover, with the recovery of the natural environment, it is inevitable that these things will appear.

In the lounge of Research Institute No. [-], Liu Tang looked at the strange bottle and the silver-white liquid metal in his luggage, took a deep breath, and pressed his hand on it without hesitation.

In an unknown room.

The four screens of No.60 lighted up, and Liu Tang's information and status flashed across them.

【Name: Liu Tang】

[Identity: Researcher]

【mood. . .unknown】

"Warning, subject 64 is out of control, warning..."

A harsh siren sounded in the room, and a hand suddenly appeared, gently tore off the connecting wire of the siren.

The owner of that hand is Luo Jincheng.

A flat voice sounded in the room: "Thanks for your hard work."

171 Aphasia

Xiao Wang, who is still lying on a hospital bed in the Ninth District Hospital, trying to recall what he has done in the past month or so, does not know.

The transformation agent that was supposed to be used on him has already been used on his former leader, Liu Tang, the president of the Federal Academy of Sciences.

In the lounge of Institute No. [-].

The white-haired Liu Tang opened his eyes and looked at his hands, clenched his fists slightly and then let them go quickly.

No excitement, no curiosity.

He calmly packed up the debris on the ground, put the broken bottle into a paper bag and put it away.

After quickly packing his luggage and supplies inside, he opened the door with his bag on his back.

Looking at the soldiers standing outside the door, he nodded with a smile and said, "I'm sorry for the hard work, my things have already been packed, and you can find someone to come over to dispose of the garbage sometime."

The soldier nodded and asked, "Then Dean Liu, shall we go to the nursing home now?"

Liu Tang shook his head gently: "Let's go to my previous dormitory first, there are a lot of things in there."

The soldier immediately nodded in agreement, and the two left the mysterious but empty No. [-] Research Institute one after the other.

When going out, looking at the sky and the setting sun outside, Liu Tang squinted his eyes and stood there. After a while, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, he said: "It's so late, why don't you make a living at my house tonight?" One night, shall we go to the nursing home tomorrow?"

The soldier refused: "I'm sorry, Dean Liu, I can't stay overnight at your house, how about I send you home, how about I pick you up tomorrow morning to take you to the nursing home?"

Liu Tang smiled and nodded: "That's really troublesome for you."

The soldier opened the car door and said casually, "It doesn't matter, Dean Liu."

The car started again, but this time Liu Tang noticed that just as the car he was in was leaving, a figure appeared behind the gate of the No. [-] Research Institute.

That person was the soldier who was standing in front of Luo Jincheng's house.

At this moment, he was standing on the steps at the entrance of Research Institute No. [-], looking at himself.

At his neckline, there is an unknown device that is flashing blue light.

Liu Tang squinted at the regular light, and suddenly smiled when the car turned around the intersection.

The Prime Minister really didn't lie, the previous experiment was indeed over.

It's just that at the same time as the end, a new experiment has started.

When the car stopped downstairs in his former dormitory, he smiled and said, "Come up and sit for a while?"

The soldier who was driving shook his head: "It's still not Dean Liu, I'll help you send your luggage up."

Liu Tang refused him, and smiled and stretched out his hand to pat the soldier's shoulder: "No need, you should go back to rest early, I can just come here by myself."

The soldier froze for a moment, then nodded, and then asked, "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?"

Liu Tang, who had already opened the car door with his luggage, said loudly: "Thank you, let's do it tomorrow morning. You also know that I am getting older, so I may have more sleep time."

The soldier didn't ask why he had to sleep more while most of the other old people suffered from insomnia.

He calmly nodded and agreed, and after Liu Tang refused him to help with the luggage again, he started the car and left.

Liu Tang stood quietly watching his leaving back, smiled and picked up his luggage and went upstairs.

When he came to the door of the dormitory that he hadn't lived in for many years, he stretched out his finger and pressed on the door lock.

The silver-white metal grew rapidly, and at a certain moment, there was a crisp sound from the lock spring.

Gently twisting his finger to open the door, when he picked up the luggage with the hand that opened the door again, that finger had completely returned to normal.

It is different from the appearance of the three young experimental subjects who need to explore the function a little bit after getting the liquid gold.

He really knows this thing too well.

In the twenty-odd years before he became the president of the Federal Academy of Sciences.

His most important task is to develop this thing.

The Type [-] Transformation Agent is the project he has participated in the most.

It's not that he didn't participate in Type [-] and Type [-] reagents, but those two types of reagents were already well established when he joined the No. [-] Institute, so his research on those two types was not as deep as that of Type [-] reagents. That's all.

Walking into the room and looking at the house that he hadn't lived in for many years, he casually left his luggage in a cabinet at the door.

Without changing your shoes, go directly to the living room.

Turn on the TV and turn down the sound so that only you can hear it, then just sit quietly on the sofa and watch the time go by little by little.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the Federal Academy of Sciences is off work.

The researchers in the office building walked out of their workstations and went downstairs.

When passing by the entrance of an underground laboratory between the office building and the cafeteria, they subconsciously stopped to take a look.

Most of that laboratory is located underground, and the building above is more of a disinfection room and a place for researchers to store their personal belongings. At the moment, there are four men in black suits standing at the door, looking at different people with blank expressions. direction.

When they noticed passing researchers sizing up the lab, they also stared at them without hesitation until they looked away.

This laboratory is the Genome Laboratory. The fourth generation of genetic modification drugs was born here, and Yang Chunmei, the project team leader, became the world's number one human genetic researcher at that time.

But people inside the Academy of Sciences know.

It was also after the fourth generation of genetically modified drugs were fully formed and officially promoted.

Yang Chunmei's mental state began to have problems.

Since then, she has been missing for a long time, and only occasionally when she is in a better state, she will take the project team members to further verify the effect of the reagents in this laboratory, or carry out the next research work.

But she got sicker and sicker as she got older, and her last few years weren't seen at all.

At the time of her disappearance, the laboratory was managed by the then Deputy Head of Genomics.

Because Yang Chunmei couldn't be contacted, he didn't lead his staff to pay too much attention to the fourth-generation genetic modification medicine, but instead focused on an "older and more future" technology: gene editing.

The reason why it is old is because this project has really been around for a long time, and it is not a new topic even before the end of the world.

And the reason for the future is that there are really too many things that can be done in this project.

Adjust and edit human gene fragments according to different needs.

If it can be realized, it will definitely be a greater achievement than the fourth-generation genetic modification medicine, and it will even completely change the future of mankind.

Then, it was like the high-spirited Federal Academy of Sciences chose to challenge the energy card at that time.

The human genome, which has achieved brilliant results and stole the limelight, has hit its own iceberg.

But it was during that period of research that the researchers discovered a key problem.

That is, in the fourth-generation genetic modification agent that they announced to be successful and has been extended to the entire Federation, there is a functional fragment that they cannot understand at all.

And the source of that gene was Yang Chunmei who was already insane and unable to communicate.

People went crazy looking for her original experiment records and materials.

But apart from finding a piece of code handwritten by Yang Chunmei on the draft paper, nothing was found.

And she herself is harder to find than those materials.

With such a discovery, the deputy team leader immediately realized the problem, and began to bring people back to the laboratory, intending to figure out what this gene expression meant before the problem was discovered.

At the same time, he was also constantly contacting Yang Chunmei and her family, trying to find information at her home, or communicating with her while Yang Chunmei was awake to learn more about the situation.

However, he did not find this opportunity until Yang Chunmei passed away.

And until the end, no one knew what kind of role that gene played and what kind of function it had.

Finally, in desperation, the members of the project team had no choice but to temporarily erase the incident as suggested by the deputy team leader, as if it had never happened.

But fortunately, they did this just to cover up the major negligence in their work and to give themselves enough time to make up.

Not really erasing all data.

In order to fully understand the mystery left by Yang Chunmei one day in the future.

They left something for later people to study.

Including the personal notes of all members of the entire project team, they formally left all work diaries and experimental records, and filled in the time and names of operators in detail on each page. The entire process of the genetically modified agent was recorded and arranged in chronological order.

But here's the problem.