” Ning Yu completed the entire tube of serum and pulled out the needle: “Like this person, who recently went mentally unstable due to excessive stress, running around in a daze. Even if he goes missing, it would be easy to cover up.”
He spoke with a tone completely devoid of ferocity, instead sounding as casual as “adding an extra egg to the lunch box” or “today’s weather is a bit cloudy” – so calm and natural that it sent a cold shiver through one’s bones.
“…You inject him with the virus and then experiment with the serum after infection?” Si Nan asked in disbelief: “Why not use animals, or simply use a simulated immune system?!”
Ning Yu didn’t immediately answer but picked up a camera to take several photos of the man on the operating table, then opened his notebook and began to record quickly.
The man was completely infected but not fully transformed into a zombie. The serum quickly decomposed and absorbed in his body, locking onto the antigen and beginning an invisible, smoke-filled, and magnificent war.
“The zombie virus doesn’t infect animals, as you’ve surely discovered,” Ning Yu said without looking up: “Regardless of how the dose is reduced or toxicity lowered, the only result of the zombie virus entering an animal’s body is immediate death. Only when injected into humans and chimpanzees can the virus produce mutative effects. And I’m not running a zoo – where would I get so many chimpanzees?”
I need very specific conditions, infected individuals during the conversion process, with extremely high requirements. Do you know how long it took me to build this laboratory? The man’s scream suddenly intensified, his pupils rapidly dilating and then quickly contracting!
Ning Yu raised his eyes, looking at Si Nan with full contempt. After more than ten seconds, Si Nan finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:
“How many people have you killed?”
Ning Yu said: “Who keeps track of that.”
“…If you’re so dedicated to scientific research, why don’t you experiment on yourself first? Why don’t you inject the virus into yourself?!
If necessary, I will do so.” Ning Yu repeated this sentence for the third time, with no change in tone or intonation compared to the previous two times, creating a stark contrast with Sinan’s anger:
“Now, please lie back down. The experiment has reached a critical stage.”
Sinan’s eyes reddened, teeth clenched, as he was forcibly pressed back into the reclining chair.
“Ah… Ha… Ah—!”
The man suddenly exerted full force, his muscles and bones almost being torn apart by the restraints!
The burst of energy was terrifying. Dr. Zheng reflexively stepped back two steps, but Ning Yu quickly stepped forward, slapping on a flashlight.
He carefully observed the distorted face before him, with its wide-open mouth, completely unconcerned that the man’s teeth nearly touched his hand. After several minutes, the man’s pupils visibly changed, neck veins bulging!
Dr. Zheng stuttered out a few words: “—Heart, heart rate!”
Ning Yu and Sinan simultaneously turned their heads.
The flat line on the instrument suddenly curved, then began to pulse.
Ning Yu’s hand loosened, and the flashlight fell to the ground, rolling under the operating table.
“Aaaaah—” The man let out a beast-like, heart-rending roar!
But everyone present could tell the difference—this was not the long howl of a zombie, but an unconscious outburst of a mentally deranged human. Ning Yu rushed to the experimental table and grabbed a syringe.
“Save, save, save…”
“—He’s speaking,” Dr. Zheng gasped: “He’s speaking!!”
It was just a matter of seconds.
The man gripped the bed sheet, his entire body arching upward, about to burst the next moment.
He fell heavily back onto the operating table, blood quickly overflowing from his mouth, nose, and ears, instantly falling silent.
The instrument’s curve flattened again, emitting a monotonous beeping sound that enveloped the entire silent hall.
Ning Yu breathed heavily, his body suddenly relaxing, stepping back dejectedly.
“He, he’s dead,” Dr. Zheng’s hands trembling uncontrollably, completed the examination and said: “Zombie transformation… signs have disappeared. That serum actually worked…”
Although only for a short moment, the serum had indeed taken effect—
The combined action of the virus and serum had killed this life, but the serum successfully blocked the virus from zombifying this body!
Ning Yu raised his hand, covering his face tightly.
“…Impossible,” Sinan murmured blankly: “Impossible, how could I…”
Ning Yu wiped his face heavily, saying: “Just as I expected.”
Sinan and Dr. Zheng stared at him, but Ning Yu said nothing more, turning back to the experimental table and quickly starting the centrifuge.
Ning Yu’s hand was ruthless; it seemed he had drawn at least 800CC of blood while Sinan was unconscious.
Sinan was light-weight, with a low total blood volume—no wonder Dr. Zheng thought Ning Yu was about to kill him.
“I need a person,” Ning Yu suddenly said in a low voice.
Sinan didn’t realize what he meant at first, but suddenly understood.
“I need to recombine the virus,” Ning Yu repeated in a low voice, his gaze falling on Sinan strapped to the chair: “I need a living person.”
They stared at each other for a moment. Ning Yu’s gold-rimmed glasses obscured his eyes, and a chill Sinan had never felt before slowly spread in his heart.
Suddenly, a trembling voice broke the silence: “…Here… here is…”
Both turned to look. Dr. Zheng staggered forward, blocking Sinan with his body, then pulled out a pistol he had hidden close to his body, pointing it directly at Ning Yu:
“Here is… a living person,” he choked, the gun barrel trembling, but his other hand steadily pointing at himself: “I can be your test subject.”
Cold water was forcibly poured into his mouth, but the special forces soldier’s trained reaction was different from an ordinary person’s. Zhou Rong did not instinctively swallow but instead spat it out, immediately choking and becoming alert.
The vehicle continued to sway as it drove, the sky outside already dark, and the mountain road quickly receding behind them.
Zhou Rong closed his eyes tightly, his vision gradually adapting to the dim light. “…What time is it?”
“Five o’clock,” Wan Biao said coldly. “You sent more than twenty of my men to the emergency room. Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you dead.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Onto a ship.”
“What about my team?”
Zhou Rong pressed his brow forcefully, indifferent to the gun barrel inches from him. “What about my wife?”
“Your wife?” Wan Biao grabbed Zhou Rong’s collar, seeming to find it amusing. “Have you not figured it out? All of your lives are in our hands. We’re already being generous by feeding and transporting you out to sea. And you still want to push your luck?”
Zhou Rong said lazily, “Talk nicely. Don’t get physical.”
Zhou Rong’s demeanor was far too smooth. Wan Biao’s last trace of gratitude from that night of defending the city had completely vanished. He took several deep breaths to suppress the impulse.
“That guy called Si Nan,” Wan Biao pressed the gun barrel against Zhou Rong’s forehead, grinding his teeth. “I don’t care if he’s your wife, your parents, or your ancestors. Dr. Ning says his serum might have antibodies. He belongs to all of humanity and should be kept for experiments. Do you understand?!”
Zhou Rong pondered for a moment, then said seriously, “You’re right.”
Wan Biao: “…”
“I marked him, and he is indeed my wife. I was raised by the government that people’s taxes support, and he is a person.”
You could say he’s my provider. And as for ancestors, the whole team knows he’s our little ancestor, so you’re indeed correct…”
Wan Biao could no longer restrain himself and struck Zhou Rong with the gun butt, causing him to fall back!
