After reading the study, the one at the end of the right is Dr. Xing's bedroom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Before I even stepped inside, I saw a faint light coming from under the door. So I quickly became vigilant, leaned against the wall, and walked cautiously.

There is a voice, and it is not clear to hear it in a low voice, but listening to the long and short tune at that time, it should not be speaking. I put on my gloves and carefully unscrewed the bedroom door, and I saw a tall, thin figure sitting on the bed, one leg crossed there, the other hanging down from the edge of the bed. His face was blurred, with only the edges of the light blurred, and he was burying his face between his hands, letting out one sigh after another. His body seemed to be a little more shriveled, and his hunched waist looked like a dead old tree. Reminds me of Giacometti's lanky bronze statue of The Walking Man I.

I looked at him and sighed again, muttering to myself, "What went wrong... Am I really that bad? To give a little girl a laugh? What's so great about her...", and then picked up what appeared to be a book from the bed, and flipped through the pages.

He rubbed his nose as he flipped it. At this time, Lao Xing's light seemed to be suddenly stunned, looked down at his hands, and then rubbed his nose again. Then he pulled out a small rectangle from his bosom, which I thought was a cigarette case, until he pulled out a small rectangle and shook it open, only to realize that it was a pack of facial tissues. After blowing his nose with a tissue, he seemed to have some difficulty, turned around and took out a long strip from the bedside table, brought it to his mouth, and said, "I feel a slight headache." There is a rash, blisters, and a cracked epidermis on the arm, like a chemical burn. I just had a nosebleed, which is similar to the symptoms of several other patients, but I can't rule out that it was just a simple nosebleed..."Then he wiped his nose again and continued reading.

This reminded me that Dr. Xing's voice recorder was still lying in my bag. I was hesitant to touch it: not to mention that after all these years, it was likely to run out of power or be completely destroyed by a leaking battery. Even if it's a fluke, I don't know if it was damaged or flooded in the impact, and I'm a little afraid that if I turn on the power supply, I will burn the memory card with a short circuit.

But on the other hand, curiosity tempted me to quickly open it, and maybe I could know the content of Lao Xing's subsequent recordings.

Just when I was having a hard time choosing, I heard a knock on the door. "Doctor Xing? Dr. Xing, are you at home? I could tell it was Bai Yuelu's voice, and I looked back at Dr. Xing, still sitting on the bed, seemingly indifferent. I don't know if it's because these two things are happening on different planes, or if he's turning a deaf ear.

I walked to the door, heard Bai Yuelu knock on the door a few more times, and said to the person next to me, "He doesn't seem to be at home, let's look elsewhere." "I immediately opened the door and saw the short-haired figure of the young scientist, and the figure of another woman standing beside him - Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao's voice was very calm, but he could still hear a hint of urgency: "Are you sure?" Do you want to look through the window again? ”

Bai Yuelu's light ran over and looked into the window for a long time before he turned back and said, "I guess he's really not at home." ”

Seeing Cen Xiao's light sighing, she hurriedly comforted: "I know this matter is very important, let's go to the village to find him immediately, okay?" ”

Cen Xiao's light raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and his tone was sad: "I shouldn't be so polite to him if I knew it." He should have pulled his clothes so that he could understand. Now it's a mess... I can only hope that he didn't report the so-called 'flu' epidemic, or that the people above thought he was a barefoot doctor and didn't care. "Her word 'flu' is full of helplessness and emphasis, and I guess in her eyes, such a diagnosis is simply a fallacy.

"Why don't you want him to report it? What if there is indeed an infectious disease, isn't that bad? Bai Yuelu's face was facing Cen Xiao's position, but her feet were grinding the soil on the ground, obviously having some opinions on her thoughts, but she didn't know how to say it.

"Because we've already reported that this thing may be a living thing, and contact with humans may cause rashes, nosebleeds, etc. If he handed over the medical records again, the matter would be completely big. And I haven't looked at the medical records yet, so I don't know what's going on, whether it's the thing that escaped or what. Cen Xiao looked very anxious, and rubbed his face fiercely with his hand, "Xiaolu, why don't you talk to the village chief?" If Dr. Xing wants to report the epidemic, tell him not to report it for the time being? ”

"I don't know," Bai Yuelu hesitated, "I think it's a bit out of our reach. I'd rather have someone from the disease control department come and take a look, make sure everyone is okay, and if something happens, take measures to evacuate the villagers. ”

"What can I do if something really happens? And then the CDC intervenes, and the two sides kick the ball again, and we don't know when we're going to be able to continue our research. Cen Xiao paused, his tone seemed to soften a little, and I actually heard a hint of laughter: "Yesterday it changed into a new form, it looks like this." With that, he stretched out a finger and drew a pattern in the air, which seemed to have a double helix.

“DNA？” Bai Yuelu and I reacted the same. I don't know what she thinks, but an idea popped into my head: "Could this thing be able to analyze and replicate things around me?" "It's terrifying, that a substance in the form can imitate the most basic way of making up our lives. Does it want to copy us, or does it want to understand us? Either way, it's a little chilling.

"I suspect it's getting to know us." Cen Xiao nodded: "At the beginning, it was always in a state of chaos. One time it got caught in a spiral of wave function patterns, creating an amplification effect, do you remember? ”

Bai Yuelu "giggled" twice, "Remember, it's like a crazy washing machine." ”

"Huh?" This sentence was sent by Cen Xiao, but it also expressed my heart: What kind of ghost metaphor is this?

"As our professor said, if you fall into this function of infinite amplification, it's like a washing machine that keeps spinning, and it keeps spinning because of resonance. Finally, if there is no energy limit, the washing machine will spin indefinitely until it flies into space. Bai Yuelu looked at Cen Xiao beside her, and the woman couldn't help but cover her face with one hand.

"Cosmic washing machine... Theoretically, it does. Much easier to build than a spaceship. ”

"It's just more gasoline-intensive." Bai Yuelu's face was always in the direction of Cen Xiao, and I guess her eyes were always on the other party. "Okay, happy? Cheer up, let's go find Dr. Xing. ”

"Hmm." Cen Xiao's light nodded. So the light of the white moon deer took her hand, and the two of them disappeared into the woods in front of the cabin.

As soon as I wanted to go back and continue to check on Dr. Xing's bedroom, I heard two knocks on the door behind me, followed by a very polite-sounding voice:

"I'm sorry, is Mr. Xing Shiming here? I'm from the Municipal Center for Disease Control and Prevention, and I'd like to know some of the information you reported earlier. ”