Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 252: Countdown

5 countdown (multi-character chapter)

Previous situation summary: Gaochuan and Zhenjiang successfully escaped from the temporary data hedge space in the mountain top area, but now that Raccoon Town has fallen, the frantic infected with the mysterious virus has turned the entire town into a deserted ruin of flesh and blood, surviving humans Under the leadership of members of the police and security bureau, the last line of defense was built in the dock area. Gaochuan and Zhenjiang ran into a frantic Goreia who was completely irrational and took her to the wharf area in the town.

Golden section

The refugee camp in the wharf area was lifeless. The terrible disaster was born less than four hours ago. Most people were indulged in grief and fear. Even if there are no signs of attacks by Ranwen Novels and the spread of turmoil, no one can relax. It is not certain that the disaster is over, and it is not certain whether the situation will become more serious, or that there is no evidence from Ranwen Novel Network to prove that there are signs of improvement.

Above people were sent to the town to detect intelligence and rescue survivors, but the staff of the police station were also severely damaged during the turmoil. Now two-thirds of the people who are used to maintain order and alert are recruited from ordinary townspeople. Out of various concerns, he only moved within 500 meters of the surrounding area.

Raccoon Town is a small town based on tourism. For most of the time, ordinary people live peacefully and peacefully. Police affairs are all about sesame green beans. Some police officers haven’t used it in a few years. One shot. At the same time, this is not a hunting area. There are no hunters from Ranwen.com. There are very few people who apply for a gun license. Most of the townspeople don’t know how to use guns, and there is nothing to keep guns at home. Therefore, there is not only a lack of guns and ammunition to cope with big scenes, but also a lack of good combatants.

In addition, due to its proximity to the lake, fresh water will not be mentioned for the time being. Due to the rush of retreat, not much food is taken away. If the number of survivors is no longer reduced, the frugal consumption will be consumed within a week. Exhausted.

Currently, the affairs of the gathering place are negotiated and resolved by the interim council composed of the police station, the contact ball members of the Nominal Intelligence Bureau, and the representatives of the townspeople. Although they are united on important and key resolutions, they sometimes suffer from some subtle opinions. Lipstick.

This is the current situation of this temporary collection site located in the wharf area. It is not bad, but it is not good.

"Where's the mayor? Isn't the town's representative the mayor?" I asked Locke. I remember the mayor and the sheriff Engels had a good relationship.

"The old man's luck was not very good. When the epidemic broke out, he happened to inspect work in the hospital, condolences the patient's family, and the result..." Locke shrugged, with a helpless and wry smile, paused, and said: "Now The town’s representative is a distant relative of the old mayor, a very self-motivated guy." He added an accent to the word "motivated", although he could not tell whether it was a mockery or something else, but this The matter should not have anything to do with me, and I should leave it to Jung and Engels for headaches.

I started asking about the research on the virus, and Locke’s answer did not exceed my expectations.

"The town’s hospital lacked research equipment, and the analysis and research of the virus was slow. However, when we escaped, we brought some equipment, materials and samples. Although most doctors were not lucky, There are also a few lucky ones.” Locke said, and glanced at the two women trailing behind me—Mae and Gorea. Zhenjiang was absent-minded. Regardless of her actions or expressions, she could tell at a glance that it was a mental state problem; Grea had broken a hand, her face was pale and anxious, because the external information she received was different from that of ordinary people. The gaze is evasive, as if suffering from serious hygiene and autism.

The injured person is likely to be infected with the virus. This is already common sense among survivors. Along the way, people also subconsciously stayed away from us. Some even ran away three to five meters away from us, or hid in a tent. I don't think this is due to Rock's power.

"The two ladies don't seem to be doing well..." Locke said vaguely, casting a suggestive look at me.

"Greia is a patient, but the symptoms are not irretrievable. Of course, this is just my judgment. I hope this can give her a little help." I said straightforwardly.

"No problem, I think the doctors are in need of such a patient." Locke said straightforwardly, leading us to a warehouse door, where he came directly from the beginning. Before opening the door, he asked me again: "Is only Miss Gore a patient?"

"Yes, the other one, although you look strange, is indeed ours. You know him, guess what?" I said jokingly.

"Is it an acquaintance?" Locke frowned, touched the back of his head, showing a distressed expression, and asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

Locke spread out his hand, as if he was about to give up, but the next moment there seemed to be a flash of inspiration and hesitation on his face.

"Could it be...BT?" He said hesitantly, looking at Zhenjiang's facial features, but I don't think he can see why. Tomoe and Mae not only have differences in personality, but also have completely different external images.

"This is her ability." I said.

"Ability? Ha, Devilish Girl?" Locke knew that Fu Jiang was a third-level magicweave messenger, but in the Security Bureau, each member's ability was private, so he didn't know Fu Jiang's ability. What is it, just as I don't know what exactly Locke and Jung have. The surprise and hesitation on Locke’s face has not been exhausted. I understand very well that, apart from the character of personality, there is almost no similarity between Fujiang and Zhenjiang.

"Aren't you kidding me?" Locke's gaze turned a few times on the faces of me and Zhenjiang. "Well, you're not kidding." He reached out to Zhenjiang and forced himself to be more enthusiastic. "Welcome back, buddy." However, Zhenjiang turned a blind eye, just muttering something with his head down, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

Locke laughed a few times, retracted his empty hand, wrapped my neck, and whispered in my ear: "Hey, man, there is something wrong with your fiancée, do you want to check it out? Although ours People are not currently infected by Ranwen Novel. However, there is no guarantee that they will not be infected at all."

I also grabbed his neck, pressed his head down, bit his ear and said, "She is indeed a patient, but she is mentally ill. I don't think you would want to provoke her." After that, will He pushed away and patted his back hard.

"Haha." Locke pointed at me, shook his head and laughed, with a teasing expression, "Mentally ill? Do you think I am an idiot?" After that, he turned his head and looked at Zhenjiang, "Hey, BT, your fiance said You are crazy."

Mae raised his head with a blank expression, then lowered his head, chewing on his thumb nail. Locke was stunned, until the door of the warehouse behind him was opened from the inside.

"Locke" came from a woman with a harsh voice: "The patient needs to be quiet"

Looking at the sound, she is a young woman in her thirties. She is only as large as Locke’s chest. Her facial features give people a wild feel. She is mature and plump. She wears a waistcoat and jeans. momentum. Locke was glared at by her, his expression was a bit silly, and he quickly pulled me over and turned the topic off: "Hi, Anna, this is my colleague, you can call him Crow."

"The crow?" The woman stared at me and looked at me from head to toe. Her sharp and serious gaze made me feel the tension of facing the elders. She squeezed a stiff smile and greeted me: " Hello, Anna."

I thought she would judge me in the first place, pick and choose, I was ready, she seemed to be one of the principals here, and I did not intend to conflict with her. Although it was the first time we met, she didn't look like a bad person. Locke was familiar with her, and she did not express disgust. Maybe it was just because the other party was serious in nature, not a person who likes a hippie smile.

The result was a little unexpected. She suddenly stepped forward and hugged me tightly, patted my back passionately with her hand, showing a warm and bright smile as if she were treating a child returning home from a long journey.

"It's nice to meet you, Crow," she said.

"Me too." I said, caught off guard.

"Haha, were you shocked?" Locke patted me on the shoulder twice, and said with a smile: "Anna is a superficial girl, but sometimes it's a little too real."

"You are too undisciplined." Anna glared at Locke, turned back to her eyes, and grabbed my hand with a look of gratitude. "Although it is the first time we met, I know you have done a lot for the town. Things. No matter what the result is, thank you for your efforts." Speaking of the back, she looked over my shoulder to the refugee tent behind, with a sad expression. I don't think she is optimistic about the future, but she didn't feel the slightest despair and self-sorrow in her heart. She is really a determined and cheerful woman.

"Anna runs her own bar and now temporarily acts as the head nurse." Locke introduced me.

"I used to be a nurse before." Anna explained, "But you look quite energetic now and don't need special care." Her gaze swept across Mae and Gore, as if she had already understood the situation. , Turned around and led us into the warehouse, "Come in, you came here by a coincidence, Engels just came here for a while."

The entrance to the warehouse is not the main entrance, but the side entrance that only allows one person to pass through. After stepping in, we can see the scene inside. The chandelier was not fully opened, and the light looked a little dim. The sunlight shot down from the skylight and the small window on the top of the wall, and the beam of light was flying and dusty, making it drowsy.

The entire warehouse is used as a temporary medical center. Most of the space is used for patients to rest. The ordinary wounded and sick are separated from those infected with the mysterious virus with debris. There are no beds and chairs. Most people sit or lie on the floor, and from time to time there are screams of pain and weeping, and the low and low whispering echoes in the high space, seeming very dull.

In the general injury area, there are some people who are probably relatives of patients walking back and forth. From time to time, there are temporary nurses rushing past. Most of them are not wearing nurse uniforms and can only be identified from the behavior. They will stop and ask a few times. , And ran to another place, from time to time to do some first aid measures, or record something in the notebook. There is no specific difference between the dressing of the temporary nurse and the patient's relatives, but they can be distinguished from their looks and actions.

The people infected with the mysterious virus are not so well taken care of. Almost every one of them is fixed on a wooden board, and their hands and feet are tied up, just like treating a mentally ill person with a sabotage. They made hoarse calls from time to time, just like the beast-like roars when Greya spoke, and when someone walked past them, they immediately became very irritable and excited. There are not many nurses in charge of that area, but they are not alone in each action. They seem to be numb to the situation and full of vigilance, but no matter what their movements or expressions are, they can no longer be frightened.

Grea looked a little excited when she saw this scene. She seemed to want to run away, but I immediately grabbed her hand. "Don't be afraid, I will let them treat you well." I can only offer such comfort. Anna looked at her a few more times, but did not speak to Ranwen.com, but I think she knew that Goreia was an infected person.

For the same warehouse as the infected person of the mysterious virus, those normal people seem to be used to it, but Anna whispered to me that there were a lot of conflicts in the beginning, and many people tried to kill every infection. People, regardless of whether they have done it or not.

"Actually, not everyone who is infected will be mad at the first time." Anna said: "We are looking for the pattern of infection and signs of action, try something that can delay the madness, or make them wake up again. Method."

"Will it work?" I asked.

"Perhaps." Anna shrugged, "That's the domain of experts." She screamed towards the back of the warehouse.

There were three translucent tents in the place she indicated, from which a strong light burst out, and several figures swayed back and forth. Someone will soon come out of it and get into the other two ordinary tents nearby. I don't need Anna's introduction, I also know that it is the temporarily constructed operating room and research room. I have seen professional sterile tents on TV, just like them.

"Still undergoing surgery?" I said.

"No, the patient has been placed." Anna paused, and said, "It is processing the corpse. I heard something new."

"Didn’t it mean the lack of equipment and experts?"

Anna shook her head, not specific, but it seems that the virus has produced some drastic changes, so that even the simple equipment at hand can be observed, but the principle cannot be analyzed and evidenced. This change occurred 20 minutes ago. The doctor in charge of the research realized that the person in charge of the settlement must be notified. So ten minutes ago, the three highest heads of the interim council: Jung, Engels, and the town’s representatives Xu first entered this warehouse one step at a time.

The research work on the sterile tent was stopped. Each stage of the report was sent to one of its ordinary tents. A doctor divided the information while explaining the temporary three-person council. When Anna led us into the tent, this was what she saw. The energy-saving lamp emits a white glow, but it cannot dispel the haze on the faces of the people in the tent. The glass blackboard behind the doctor is densely drawn with oily pens, and various professional terms and symbols form a maze-like pattern. He writes a lot of complicated calculations while speaking softly. His smooth, unsteady tone, the volume like a lullaby, the unobtrusive faces, monotonous gestures and complicated technical terms make his speech drowsy. What's more frightening is that everyone here doesn't seem to understand what he is talking about.

This tent is very big. In addition to the doctor, Jung, Engels, and the town’s representative Xu, the fat Japanese man codenamed Magician is also here. When we lifted the curtain of the tent, he suddenly raised his head. His face was ignorant just after waking up. He quietly stared at us for a second, or more, before he almost jumped up.

The doctor’s speech was not interrupted. The three leaders just nodded and gestured to us. The magician greeted us and whispered in our ears: "Damn, you are late."

"No, just right." Locke said, "The report should be over soon."

"Who knows?" said the magician: "I thought he had reported for a century"

"Who is this guy?" I looked away at the doctor.

"Nord, the unmarried guy at the age of forty-three, is said to be the attending doctor at the town’s hospital and the medical expert with the most professional theoretical knowledge." The magician smiled bitterly, "Do you believe it?"

"Of course." Me, Anna, and Locke said in unison.

"I believe it too. But I would prefer that the one standing here to report is an amateur and funny guy." The magician spread his hand and teased, "not a high-level magician."

"Senior Magician?" Locke showed a puzzled expression. Not only he, but we also couldn't resonate with the term Fat Magician.

The magician's smile suddenly became a little awkward. He clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, glanced at Dr. Nord, and then secretly said to us softly: "What a virgin means."

Anna gave a fake cough.

Perhaps it was interrupted by this clear fake cough, or maybe it was impossible to ignore the hot chatter on our side. The theoretical medical knowledge report about the virus stopped, and the air was filled with embarrassing silence for a while. The eyes from the tent were all cast towards us, which made people feel like sitting on pins and needles. There is a sharp discomfort in his sight, which does not come from Dr. Noord. Dr. Noord’s expression remains the same as before. There is no expression on Ranwen.com. It is like a hard stone. superior.

The sharp gaze came from the representative of the townspeople, a man called "Xu". The full name is not clear, everyone calls him "Xu", his facial features and body are full of typical Asian characteristics, and the only people who can recognize the concept of "hybrid" are those lake-blue eyes. The exact age is not clear, he looks just in his early thirties, his whole body is neatly dressed up and down, and he is full of spirits. There is no sign that Ranwen Novel.com was hit by the disaster four hours ago. Instead, he is full of an aura of slamming Fang Qiu. It may not be advisable to judge a person by appearance, but his squeezed corners of the mouth, narrow eyeliner, and slightly inverted cheeks all give me a unique and sharp feeling-not like a commoner, not like an official, not like a business elite, no Like soldiers or special agents, they probably have done some ugly work before, and there is a **** smell.

Locke mentioned that this Mr. Xu is a distant relative of the old mayor, but there is not enough proof from Ranwen.com and lack of detailed information in the past. I have asked a few townspeople who have friendship with the old mayor, and there are only vague answers such as "seems" and "should". Mr. Xu only returned to the town about a year ago and has been living in the old mayor’s house until after the catastrophe, he joined the temporarily established voluntary security team, gradually showing his motivation and organizational ability, and assisting the police station. He and the Security Bureau have done a lot to trap members of the secret organization of the Mal Jones family who are hidden among the people. They have taken the lead in the retreat and rescued many civilians, thus becoming the representatives of the townspeople.

"A guy who is unwilling to be lonely." Locke commented on him. Locke doesn't seem to hate this person, perhaps because the trouble caused by this "Xu" is far less than the benefit.

But because our "lack of respect and discipline" caused his dissatisfaction, he gave him a stern look.

"So..." Before Mr. Xu spoke, Jung spoke. He did not listen to us, and said in a calm tone as always: "Doctor Nord, how will the changes caused by the virus affect the patient? Influence?"

We took this opportunity to stand back and put the excess "luggage" aside. The space in the tent began to appear crowded after we came in, and Grea's anxiety became more obvious. The expression of being intolerable once in contact with others could not be concealed at all, making the men squeeze towards me uncomfortably. I guess the image of everyone here in Greya's eyes is probably a bunch of rotten, alien-speaking meat.

Doctor Nord looked up from the information. He and Jung looked at each other for a while, and then said in a soft tone without ups and downs: "Not to the patient, but to the dead." When he said this, he paused. After a pause, I walked to the blackboard and circled a few cell-like patterns with an oil-based pen. "After the death of human beings, the ** cells will continue to be activated due to the combination with the virus, and after six cycles, this activation will be Intensify and cause the structural reorganization of cells with each other."

"I want to confirm, Dr. Nord, do you mean that those who have died will be resurrected?" Inspector Engels rubbed his temples and said, "Well, even if they become horror movies Disgusting garbage such as corpses and zombies, I don’t think these things with missing arms and legs will pose too much threat to us, and it’s hard for me to imagine how the corpses would act without the net head of the burning novel."

Dr. Nord did not speak for a long time. He seemed to lack the talent for vivid explanation. After a while, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves.

"Well, let me give you an example, if this arm is not in my hand." When he said that, even Jung showed a horrible expression at his commentary. The curvature of Mr. Xu's mouth is wider.

"Who asked him to report?" I asked Anna.

Anna shrugged and did not speak.

"If this broken arm comes from a deceased patient, after six cycles, extreme activation will make it lose its original shape and become a mass of fresh rotting meat, and then the rotting meat will interact with the surrounding The rotten meat combines with each other and starts to multiply, and then becomes something."

"Something?" Mr. Xu repeated.

"Yes, it is impossible to determine the shape of a certain organic cell combination, but one thing is certain, that kind of thing has life instincts and is aggressive to all organic cell structures such as the human body, if it is the brain , It may also produce a new consciousness." Dr. Nord said, "In other words, this hand is not a'hand', but another indeterminate form of cell life."

After his voice fell, the tent was silent for a while.

"Sounds like a fantasy." Sheriff Engels continued rubbing his temples in distress.

"Sorry, I only talk about science." Dr. Nord said quietly.

"Then, do you have any way to control it?" Mr. Xu shook his ten fingers, "not let those corpses turn into movable rotten meat."

"It's a pity." Dr. Nord paused and explained: "Our equipment..."

"Well, I see." Jung interrupted Dr. Nord's explanation, "I want to know how long we can prepare."

Doctor Nord looked at his watch.

"Sixty minutes, maybe shorter," he said.

I seem to be able to hear a silent howl from the tent.

I think it is necessary to inform Jung as soon as possible and start my own plan. Under such circumstances, maybe that plan is our last chance.

After the report, we continued to leave the tent. The work in the sterile tent is still going on. Dr. Nord has no intention of going back to work. Perhaps in his opinion, the work of his own people has ended here. In the absence of necessary equipment and support, It's just a waste of time to continue. His face looked very plain, and he did not have the negative emotions that Ranwen.com was facing difficulties or even death, as if it was not the soul that lived in this body, but the cold data, which made people feel unnatural.

"Excuse me, what is the name of this virus?" When I greeted him before leaving, I whispered curiously.

"Saya." He said, a noun I had never heard of.

Seeing the doubt on my face, Dr. Nord explained: "It's the cry of the patient when they are still alive. In fact, they are talking, just like this young lady." His eyes followed behind me. Goreia.

Indeed, after Goreia lost her human language, the beast-like roar was very similar to the sound of "Saya". I looked back at Grea. She didn't even notice that I was looking at her. She glanced around her with flickering eyes, constantly scratching her head with her hands, fidgeting and unbearable.

"The fourth stage..." Dr. Nord said.

"What do you mean?" I asked quickly.

"I have been doing clinical work before~IndoMTL.com~ This lady is obviously in the fourth cycle of viral work. Her five senses should have completely mutated, that is to say, the reality data information received, The color, shape, smell, and even the feeling of goodwill and malice are completely different from normal people. Maybe she can communicate through some indirect means, such as Morse code and handwriting, but it is very It will soon enter the fifth stage, completely losing the way of communicating with normal humans." Dr. Nord tapped his forehead and said, his expression seemed to be commonplace for this situation.

"Is there no way to diagnose and treat by Ranwen Novel Network?" I asked with the last glimmer of hope.

Doctor Nord shook his head.

"If you want to, just keep her. Although we have obtained enough clinical data, it's okay to have one more. Otherwise, you can kill her immediately, and the progress of each stage will cause the patient itself They will become monsters after all."

When his voice fell, Greya suddenly held her head hoarse, screaming like a piece of coal in her throat, sounding as if she was calling "Saya".

I covered my face in pain, some warm liquid poured out of my eyes, and there was only darkness in front of my eyes.