“Pandora’s box has been opened, with disaster, plague, virus, and pain laughing wildly as they fly out, ultimately covering the earth before winter arrives, destroying the entire world before spring comes.”
“I am powerless. There is no antidote in the world to save all this, I can only personally close the box again…”
The woman stepped forward, took a black wooden box from the priest’s hand, opened it, and removed a green test tube about two fingers thick, placing it on the coffin before pulling a blazing torch from the wall.
Little Si Nan fearfully took half a step back.
In the firelight, the green tube looked like a snake’s fangs, gleaming with an attractive yet deadly light.
Suddenly, the door burst open. The woman turned in shock as a bullet flew through the air, knocking the torch from her hand.
Soldiers rushed into the church, with cries and curses drowning everything out. Si Nan was knocked down in the escaping crowd, and soldiers pounced like wolves, snatching the test tube from the woman’s hand.
“Report, report, virus original liquid successfully obtained…”
“Run!” The woman’s piercing roar cut through the chaos: “Quickly run—!”
Si Nan only remembered the ground constantly trembling, which was actually him stumbling backward. The last scene before his consciousness completely disappeared was soldiers opening the freezer, carefully placing the green test tube in the swirling white mist.
On the freezer lid was cast a white eagle with spread wings, expressionless.
On the laboratory roof, the white eagle relief was etched on the metal ceiling.
The last drop of green liquid from the syringe was injected into the spine.
After minutes of silence, the dead body began to twitch, emitting a muffled, indistinct roar from deep in its chest.
Applause erupted, with experimental staff congratulating each other—the dead body staggered and fell, grabbing the nearest experimenter and biting their ankle!
Blood splashing, followed by frantic footsteps of escape.
Si Nan stood behind the glass wall at the laboratory’s top, looking down at these people pounding the door, calling out in despair. The living dead discarded the half-eaten corpse, crawling toward them, trailing long black blood.
Si Nan raised his gun but hesitated to act until someone appeared behind him: “Noah.”
Si Nan pulled the trigger.
