Xu Xingche agreed to Mu Mei's request.

So he had to make a little time every day to cooperate with their research.

Mu Mei's team is not the same team as her uncle's, they can be regarded as the top technical researchers in China, so when the virus broke out, they were also protected as soon as possible.

They're just waiting for an opportunity.

Because it is not Uncle Mumei's team, they don't know about the virus, and it is not a simple matter to start gradually developing a vaccine from studying the virus to understanding the virus.

If Xu Xingche does not appear, it will be an extremely long process, at least three or five years.

And in three or five years, what the world will be like, no one knows, they only know, it will only get worse and worse.

When the blood was drawn, Jiang Juan accompanied Xu Xingche to go.

She was still not very relieved, Xu Xingche's situation was different from others, and after knowing what Xu Xingche's parents died for, and why he suffered from them, she remained skeptical of these so-called researchers.

Xu Xingche took a step, and she followed closely.

He turned his head to see the girl next to him.

She was only a little above his shoulder, a small one, but she looked very secure, and followed him like a calf at the moment.

Xu Xingche does not reject this feeling.

To be brave and decisive in front of her is to protect her, and to be weak and withdrawn is to need her.

Mu Mei prepared everything, and when he saw the two of them coming together, he immediately understood.

She sanitized the two men thoroughly and that's what allowed them to come in.

Mu Mei seriously suspected that if she said no more to that girl, Xu Xingche would immediately turn around and leave, after all, he had never been a good cooperating master.

Before the blood was drawn, Xu Xingche asked them, "How sure are you?" ”

His hand was on the table, because it was thin, the hand bone was protruding, but it was like a fan bone, slender and beautiful, full of strong beauty, and under the cold white skin was hidden a pale cyan vein.

The hand curled up slightly, not because he was afraid of the imminent blood transfusion, but because he was thinking.

Mu Mei originally wanted to answer ninety percent, but as a rigorous researcher, such a number popping out of her mouth was already a dereliction of duty, and she was not so sure at all.

But I was afraid that Xu Xingche would not cooperate after hearing the answer.

When the words came to his lips, he finally reluctantly became: "Fifty percent." ”

This 50 percent is still in the case of Xu Xingche, if there is no Xu Xingche, maybe it is 5 percent, or the result of a lot of time.

"Hmm."

Xu Xingche did not react much to this result.

He moved his fingers and continued, "I've been scratched by zombies." ”

Xu Xingche said very easily, and his voice did not fluctuate.

Except for the ginger roll, the rest of the people were surprised.

Now people who have been infected by the zombie virus are like time bombs, everyone avoids them, Xu Xingche suddenly said that even if the researchers have dealt with the zombie virus, it only exists during the experiment.

Mu Mei was also taken aback, but she quickly reacted to what Xu Xingche meant.

He was scratched by a zombie, so he must have been infected.

It stands to reason that people who have been infected will soon become zombies, and Xu Xingche is still sitting opposite her, which is enough to illustrate the facts.