The machine gunners couldn't defeat the flying dragon, which Song Lan thought was reasonable.
And when Oleg mentioned that this pit could hatch such flying mutant creatures, he knew that he had made a friend under the pit.
The two waited for Oleg's team to carefully complete the finishing work. The purpose of this work was to clean up the mutated biological eggs at the entrance of the pit. Even the medical team who had only lived here for a month did not know How did these eggs appear? No matter how clean they were the day before, a pile of eggs would appear on time the next morning.
If these eggs are not cleaned before nightfall, mutated flying creatures will hatch.
Looking at the eggs that were ignited by the flamethrower, Song Lan felt pain in her heart.
But in order to prevent Oleg from turning around and rewarding him with a rocket to prove his identity, Song Lan had to suppress the idea of "How about you leave an egg and I can see what the mutated creature looks like" Go down.
It doesn't matter, it will grow back tomorrow.
He comforted himself so much.
After completing the work, Oleg took the two of them to a closed building. Before the infection outbreak, this was an indoor sports center. After a comprehensive disinfection process, it became a temporary stronghold for the medical team. .
After taking off the exoskeleton armor, Song Lan finally saw Dr. Oleg himself.
A tall man with skin tanned by the harsh climate of the "outside world", a short haircut, and his left hand replaced with a mechanical prosthesis. The first impression I gave him was more like a boxer than a doctor.
I took the two of them to the conference room and said, "Your research has reached a bottleneck. If you want to take a step back to obtain information about the source of infection, you have to go deep into the pit. But on the one hand, you have no idea what's going on inside the pit." Once you know it, on the other hand, the narrow space outside is suitable for inner-skeleton armor operations."
Although we dare to take risks, it does not mean that we have to sacrifice our brains.
As a medical team, we live without the protection of skeletal armor. We may not even be able to deal with these mutated citizens, let alone the unknown mutated creatures hidden deep in the potholes.
Rushing deep into the pothole would be like giving up a life, but we are really willing to give up now. That is the closest we have been to the source of infection. Gu Zhiqiao had no premonition. Regarding the secret of the frequent infections in the eighth country, I am afraid that it will be revealed at this moment. Hidden above this pothole.
As long as the source of infection itself is not investigated, it is impossible to fundamentally solve the virus.
"Just a few days later, Oleg rushed out of the pit alone."
"Is he sure that I fell on Daxin?"
Lu Xiang was forbidden to ask, because judging from the memo left by Oleg, I was full of complaints about Andrew and the mission itself. It looked like I voluntarily went deep into the hole to investigate.
Judging from the information you have now, we can't completely trust Andrew.
First of all, I stole the "Commander Type IV" Li-skeleton armor from the Ripai unit and cut off contact with the Ripai department, which meant that I didn't have a plan after setting off.
"Of course it is, Oleg is the most cowardly guy you know. I have long proposed the idea of sending an exploration team deep into the hole, and volunteered to start exploration work, but you stopped me every time. But a few days later, when no one was paying attention, I broke out alone."
Andrew's regretful expression seemed genuine. The person closest to Oleg at that time was me, but after the decision to stop Oleg outside the pit, I hesitated.
"Actually, you were thinking about one thing every night during those days."
I looked out the window of the conference room. I was worried that the sun was going up the mountain. In a little while, the white night would come. That long night was not the culprit that drove the residents of the big town crazy.
Andrew felt that maybe he was also crazy. "Deep in your heart, maybe there is some will, hoping that no one can break the deadlock."
My conscience and sense of responsibility made me agree to Gu Zhiqiao's suggestions time and time again. However, when Oleg broke into the pothole alone and created an "irresistible" reason for me, I hesitated.
And when I came back to my senses, Oleg's figure had already entered the dark depths of the pit.
"Oleg stayed outside the pit for nearly half an hour and brought back a piece of news - in addition to the corrupted lairs, there was also the atmosphere of human life in the pit. These people seemed to have returned to the primitive state. The life of the people has murals carved under the walls, which seems to be worshiping something, and we seem to call it the ‘mother’.”
In fact, no one in the brigade expected Oleg to come back, and the news I brought back did not have any breakthrough significance.
At most, we realize for the first time what we are dealing with.
"You and I, the entire hole in the ground is not the "mother's nest". The things these people worship are hidden in the deepest part of the nest. Oleg's return has given you confidence. You originally started going deep into the hole before you finished planning. We retreated to explore, but that night, Oleg put on his skeleton armor and ran out."
When night falls, we must be able to go out. That is the consensus of all of us.
Andrew read the information outside the memo. Gu Zhiqiao mentioned in the memo that he escaped because he was worried that others would find out that he was infected, but that is obviously not consistent with what we have learned.
"Are they sure I wasn't infected when they met Gu Zhiqiao?"
Andrew asked solemnly.
"I'm sure the skin under my face has not festered all over. I have completely lost my mind. I even know how to get out of the inner skeleton armor... Why do you ask?"
"Because on the day Gu Zhiqiao came back, you had experienced my regression eight times, and the results were all whether I showed any signs of infection."
Gu Zhiqiao's face was solemn. That was exactly the news I wanted to hear.
How could we, as a medical team, conduct a comprehensive physical examination of Oleg before he returned from the pothole? Oleg himself knows all the results of the physical examination, so logically speaking, it is possible for me to have the ideas in my memo, unless...
"Unless I encountered something else outside the pothole that caused me to go insane, you dare to say that after I left there, there was absolutely no sign of infection under my body. The infection should be caused by me leaving that place. What happened before."
And that seemed to confirm another guess in my mind, "The closer you are to the source of infection, the more likely you are to become mentally disturbed. That is also one of the symptoms of infection. You can only detect physical degeneration, and there is no way to know the status of the infected person." Whether you are mentally affected."
I hope that conjecture is true, and then we will always be able to understand the nature of "motherhood".
Because even if we did reach the deepest part of the lair, we would probably have gone crazy.
"I'll leave it to you to investigate."
Song Lan volunteered.
In order to have a more friendly communication with the "Mother", I hope Andrew and others don't follow me.
"You guys?"
"Uni-President Technology has long thought that a similar situation might occur, so it is equipped with ordinary countermeasures equipment outside the inner and outer skeleton armor. Then I have to use the latest technology of Uni-President Technology...the weakness of the 'Doom Slayer I' type."
Small Theater Forty-six:
Thursday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the afternoon.
This day is the day when wages are paid in the department. According to tradition, at this time of every month, Song Lan invites Lu Xiang to have a meal at the most upscale local restaurant.
According to his observation, food may be Lu Xiang's only interest in life.
She was always in a particularly good mood that day, smiling at everyone she met.
Whenever she finished her dinner, Lu Xiang would sigh, "Your level is no worse than that of a high-end restaurant."
This is because Song Lan's level is still improving.
He used the few subjective initiatives in his life on this, and the recipes for dinner every day were carefully prepared.
Lu Xiang always felt that he was an executive chef who was delayed by the coalition government.
"Mr. Song Lan."
After coming out of the high-end restaurant, Lu Xiang deliberately imitated the tone of the reporter's interview and asked, "Where does your motivation come from?"
"power?"
Song Lan thought for a while and replied, "Maybe it's because I am too busy at work in the afternoon. I can think about what to eat for dinner for two hours."
When you spend more than two hours every day thinking about what to eat for dinner, you can also prepare an exquisite recipe.
But this was obviously not the answer Lu Xiang wanted to hear. An orange light flashed in her eyes, and then Song Lan's cell phone rang.
After Song Lan took a look at the content of the message, Lu Xiang asked again, "I'll give you another chance to answer this question again."
"About this issue." Song Lan coughed slightly and changed into a formal tone for interviews, "First of all, I want to thank my wife..."
(End of chapter)
