Cai Ya regretted believing the instructor's lies and becoming a damn volunteer in order to secure a graduate spot.
That’s right, volunteers.
After the campus accident broke out, school leaders immediately mobilized students and faculty, paying special attention to medical students like Cai Ya who were accustomed to seeing dead bodies. They promised credits, money or academic benefits, but temporarily summoned a group of volunteers to search for victims on campus. wounded.
It was late at night and most of the students were in the dormitory. The materialist warrior Cai Ya felt that the task was not difficult and signed up without much thought.
Isn't it just a corpse? During my internship, most of the teachers I came into contact with were either in their twenties or fifteen.
But the reality has severely thrown away his two big bidou.
At this time, Cai Ya fell to the ground, her brain in chaos.
He accidentally walked into the murder scene.
The murderer instigated police infighting.
Policemen slashed colleagues' heads open with knives.
Zombie cops were shot.
Cai Ya's expression was dull, and she looked dullly at the fair and slender hand that was handed to her.
"Where can we meet?"
Let’s go to heaven and gather…
Cai Ya rolled her eyes and fainted.
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Ning An was a little helpless, and suddenly had a headache when he saw the unconscious girl.
The person came to greet me with good intentions, but she was frightened for no reason and could not leave her alone no matter what she said.
After saying he was offended, Ning An picked through the pile of corpses and took off two relatively clean coats. He tied the four sleeves into a knot and used them as bags to hold the petite girl.
The disaster broke out not long ago, so time was especially precious. I still had a lot to do, so I couldn't waste time taking care of this girl.
We need to find a safe place to put her.
Several drones were hovering in the sky, and with the help of flares, white powder could be vaguely discerned falling.
The fog gradually cleared.
Two rows of dormitory buildings a hundred meters away were brightly lit, and Ning An quickly made a decision.
You can see the four characters "Boys' Apartment" from a distance, but the floor is full of life and death, and the difference between men and women seems a bit irrelevant. Later, I will find an empty dormitory for the girl to rest for a while.
Within a moment, Ning An dragged Cai Ya and stood downstairs No. 1.
"It's really presumptuous to be here for the first time,"
The dormitory door was closed tightly, and Ning An shouted loudly, "Please open the door for convenience."
"...Ning'an?"
A window on the fourth floor suddenly opened, revealing a dark face.
"Hey, friend," Ning An raised his head and recognized that the responder was Gu Ping, and said with a smile, "We meet again."
Gu Ping's face changed. He was silent for a while and replied angrily: "Ning'an, please leave quickly. There are zombies on the first floor..."
It’s not just the first floor.
There was a fierce smashing sound outside the dormitory door, which was probably due to Gu Ping's voice inside the door.
Gu Ping shivered with fear and quickly closed the window.
"correct!"
Boom! Boom!
But two bags of bread fell to the ground.
downstairs.
Ning An bent down to pick up the bread, patted the dust, and put it away carefully.
The moonlight is thick, and the long sword beats the snow.
The young man pressed the knife and looked at the ferocious zombie on the other side of the glass door.
He said: "I'm offended."
The long knife broke through the door and cut off the head. The boy dragged the girl and drove straight in.
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The Shanghai Super Virus Research Institute is a national key virology laboratory. With the blessing of cloud intelligent computer super database, the elites here have conquered countless disease-causing viruses.
At this time, inside the research institute.
Rows and columns of computers are rapidly calculating data, printers are piling up reports, and researchers are rushing to and fro, transporting data and materials.
What was different from the past was that there was thick smoke floating in the institute, and fierce quarrels broke out from time to time.
"Is this a bullshit virus? Gene matching can't identify even the slightest bit of virus structure. Is this a bullshit virus?"
"The genetic level of infected people has not changed... but why is the protein structure in the brain so scattered..."
"Highly transmissible, high fatality rate..."
"The infected person has obvious life activities!"
"Then his brain is like cotton, and you want to talk to me about life activities?"
Wearing a white coat, Dr. Feng frowned, threw away his cigarette butt, and waved to everyone.
"Stop arguing. Regardless of whether it's a virus or not, we have to find a response plan as soon as possible."
Yes, the top priority now is to find a solution.
But it has been sectioned, tested, and all methods have been used, but even a research goal has not been determined, so what plan can be discussed?
Could it be that Dr. Feng has a clue?
Dr. Feng is highly respected. As the first author, he published many papers in the world's authoritative medical journal VASZ. He also led the team to develop many treatment plans for "terminal diseases". He is a well-deserved leader in the medical field.
After everyone heard this, they shut up and looked at the slightly stooped old man.
Unexpectedly, after Dr. Feng stopped the quarrel, there was nothing more to say. The wrinkles seemed to be deeper. He took out another cigarette and started smoking.
The high expectations placed on the research institute by the superiors are not a kind of pressure. The researchers barely escaped death and were still in shock. Under the escort of the army, they waded through blood and water to the research institute. It was inevitable that they would be filled with depression, and their research was futile. Without a clue, quarreling is an outlet that cannot be suppressed.
After the quarrel, they broke up unhappily. The researchers returned to their posts and were busy, starting over and over again.
In front of the huge monitor, Dr. Feng was in a daze, flipping through one photo after another of hysterical photos of zombies mouthing.
"You haven't thought about it yet, Dr. Feng?"
Dr. Feng said nothing and did not look at the officer who had been standing next to him for a long time.
"Dududu..."
The officer sighed, pressed the speakerphone, and answered the phone.
"Sir, the search and rescue in Mulberry District has been completed. According to current statistics, a total of 3,422 infected people have been killed. More than 130,000 citizens have been gathered. According to preliminary inspection, more than 30,000 people have been injured. At present, all Isolated, in-depth investigation is ongoing..."
"Thirty soldiers from our group died, and 60 others were slightly injured and have been isolated."
"..."
"Report to the commander..."
"……explain."
"Excuse me, please... can it be cured..."
Along with the faint sound of crying coming from the mobile phone, the officer breathed heavily and was silent for a long time.
"……Soon."
"yes!"
Every time he answered a phone call, his figure would weaken a little bit.
Soon.
Soon.
He didn't know how many times he had said "It's almost time", and how many people had been infected by the mutation in his words of comfort.
thump!
The strong man suddenly knelt at Dr. Feng's feet and slammed his head on the ground.
"Dr. Feng! Please save them!"
Dr. Feng panicked for a moment and hurriedly bent down to help him.
thump!
thump!
The huge laboratory was suddenly filled with camouflage military uniforms.
"Outside the pavilion, ancient..."
"Dad! Mom! Why are you picking up now?...Mom and Dad, please don't go out! There are...oh...oh...how are you injured?...Oh, it's okay, don't worry...Okay, first, first Isolation... Hi, it's okay, Mom and Dad, don't worry about me, there are troops beside me, hahaha... By the way, Mom,"
The researcher's face was twisted, and he covered the receiver and cried silently, but his voice was smooth and cheerful, "I love you."
Bada.
The mobile phone fell, and everyone's heart trembled.
Beep beep beep...
Beep beep beep...
Probably because Shangjing is the capital of the country, the army's purge efficiency is very high. Not long after, colorful bells started to ring in the interior of the institute.
It turns out that the researcher's case was not unique.
Amid the cries and howls, another gruesome picture of a wife eating her children and a brother killing a brother broke through the old man's psychological defense.
Dr. Feng burst into tears and knelt down opposite the officer.
"The world is in dire straits. How can I, an old man, not be able to bear this filth?"
The officer immediately raised his head and saw the old man kneeling in front of him, and hurriedly helped him up.
"Dr. Feng, do you agree?"
"I...try my best."
As soon as he finished speaking, the front door of the institute opened wide, and two large batches of cages covered with black cloth were transported neatly and orderly.
Dr. Feng tremblingly opened the black cloth, revealing a cage of zombies and a cage of living people.
"These materials are not enough to try emergency measures in a short time."
"The rest are still on the way! Dr. Feng, these death row prisoners are unforgivable, so instead of wasting bullets...hey! Just use them!"
