"The infected person who was killed by you and Mingyue is named Yuan Qingyang, on the surface she is the general manager of the large entertainment company Guohua Entertainment, and her real identity is not only an infected person, but also the contact person of the infected person in Kyoto, and there is a deputy below her, named Lu Ze, this person has disappeared now, and there is information that he should have died at the hands of Yuan Qingyang."

Chang Qi slowly walked up to Meng Feibai, looked at him condescendingly and said:

"After the death of these two people, the infected people living in Kyoto were left without a leader, and many vicious incidents occurred. In the past month, our Apocalypse Roundtable has worked with local government departments to deal with 8 cases related to infected people, and at the same time, we have also roughly figured out their current gathering points and contact networks. Today, we will act in unison to pull out all the clusters of infected people in Kyoto with a single blow.

And you..."

She softened her tone and said softly:

"During this time, you can recuperate here with peace of mind, and when your body recovers, the environment in Kyoto should be much safer, and you will be free then."

Meng Feibai was forced by the momentum naturally exuded by Chang Qi's body, his body leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the wheelchair, after hearing Chang Qi's words, he was overjoyed, and then an inexplicable sadness surged up.

Is it finally possible to return to a normal life?

There is no longer a threat of the infected, no more worries about their lives, and no more seeing Gurhan and Ling Mingyue...

"Whew..."

He gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, temporarily let go of the melancholy in his heart, and said to Chang Qi with a smile:

"Thank you, Captain Chang."

Chang Qi carefully examined his eyes, turned around as usual after a while, and took his crane from the wall and draped it over his body.

"I forgot what you said, Guohua Entertainment was officially taken over by our Apocalypse Roundtable Kyoto Branch a week ago, although you missed the draft, but you signed a contract of intent with Guohua Entertainment, if you still want to continue to fulfill the content of the contract, I can arrange for someone to sign a formal contract with you, and you don't have to participate in the draft again."

"Uh-huh?"

Meng Feibai looked at Chang Qi's back in shock, a little unsure of what she meant.

"You don't have to be surprised, you don't have to guess anything, part of the reason for this is to spy on you, through this month's observation and testing, we have confirmed that you already have the lethality of the purifier in terms of telekinesis, you may not quite understand what the word purifier means for ordinary people, but for the whole society, people like us are potential danger factors, so we won't let you get out of our surveillance, understand?"

After hearing Chang Qi's words, Meng Feibai smiled bitterly and nodded.

"I understand."

"That's good."

Chang Qi nodded, and after checking the equipment on her body again, she snapped her fingers, and two young nurses in white clothes came in from outside the door.

"Take care of him."

She instructed the two nurses.

"Understood."

The two nurses nodded.

Chang Qi nodded, and then strode out of the room.

Meng Feibai followed her figure and looked out, and found that the corridors outside the door were already full of men and women wearing purifier uniforms at some point, and they bowed their heads and saluted after seeing Chang Qi, and then followed behind Chang Qi, leaving with solemn expressions.

......

Three days later, in the morning, after Meng Feibai cooperated with the two nurses for a routine examination, he was bored in his hospital room and watched TV.

In the past three days, he has also become familiar with the two nurses who take care of him, and often pulls the two of them to chat together when he is fine. And his body has recovered to the extent that he does not need to use a wheelchair to walk, but he still sits in a wheelchair every day, walking back and forth where he is allowed to enter and exit.

"It's so boring, Sister Hong and Sister Qing don't know what they're busy with, and they haven't seen anyone all morning."

Meng Feibai was lying on the hospital bed bored, taking the remote control and constantly changing the channel, while muttering quietly.

"After three days of confrontation and clashes, the terrorists who appeared in the city this month have finally shown their defeat in front of the heroic people's defenders, the large-scale purge has ended, and the remaining dangerous elements are also being traced.

In the TV on the wall, the ruins and the figures of armed men hurrying to and fro kept flashing, Meng Feibai put down the remote control in his hand and looked at the picture on the TV intently.

"I said how do you feel so lonely here in the past two days, it turns out that they haven't come back since they left that day..."

On television, most of the people who appear in front of the camera are government-owned troops, but there are also a very few figures wearing purifier uniforms.

"It seems that the battle is very fierce, and I don't know if there is anything wrong with Gulhan."

Meng Feibai was muttering in a low voice, when suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and the bloodied Gurhan, under the command of several medical staff, was carefully carried into the recuperation cabin by four purifiers.

"it!"

Meng Feibai exclaimed, and hurriedly got up from the hospital bed and wanted to squeeze to Gurhan's side.

"Brother Gu, are you okay?"

Although Meng Feibai was anxious, he did not step forward to hinder the doctors' actions, but stood not far away and shouted loudly.

"I can't die."

As soon as the bloodied Gurhan uttered three words, the door of the convalescent cabin shut.

"Okay, you also have injuries on your body, don't get in the way of us here, hurry up and get treatment."

Several doctors worked together, two doctors were responsible for operating the saffirmation chamber, and the remaining two doctors impatiently drove the four purifiers out of the ward.

"Sister Hong, Brother Gu, is he okay?"

Meng Feibai didn't dare to disturb the doctor, but grabbed the nurse who was familiar with him and asked nervously.

"Compared to you and the one who hasn't woken up yet, his condition is not too bad, don't worry."

Chu Hong comforted him in a low voice, and then began to get busy around the recuperation cabin.

Meng Feibai was worried that his presence would affect the doctors' treatment, so he gently pushed open the door of the ward and withdrew.

Standing in the corridor, he felt how tragic the operation was, the corridor was full of busy medical staff, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, because of the tight beds, many people with minor injuries could only lie or sit on the temporary beds in the corridor.

At the exit of the underground headquarters, there was still a steady stream of injured people being carried in.

Meng Feibai stood at the door of his ward, looking at the medical staff who were constantly shuttling in front of him with a solemn expression, and there were suppressed cries of pain in his ears.

"Is this a war with the Infected?"

When he saw Bai Hua and Qing Song, who had closed their eyes tightly and did not know their life and death, lying on the stretcher and being pushed past his eyes, his already fragile heart defense was finally completely shattered.

They're not as good as themselves, they're just two ordinary people.