ACT285: Freezing

Launch site, underground experimental area.

The faint hum of instruments echoed in the quiet corridor, and outside the door of the sample collection room, Hei Dazhuang, the former personal bodyguard, sat quietly in a wheelchair, his hands crossed in front of his chest, staring at the busy researchers in the isolation window, drowsy. After a long time, the isolation door opened, and the researcher took off his mask and handed over the test report to Hei Dazhuang, his expression full of disappointment, and he shook his head helplessly.

"If this is the so-called antibody, don't waste time in the future." The researcher spoke in a bad tone, stood at the door and waited for a moment, and the assistant inside pushed Ming Junwei out and threw it to Hei Dazhuang.

Hei Dazhuang pursed his lips and did not speak, beckoned to the field team, and threw the worthless report over.

Ming Junwei was fixed on the operating table, his consciousness had regained consciousness, and the anesthetic effect of his body had not completely subsided, looking at the bright ceiling, his face was expressionless.

"It's you again." Kuroko shook his wheelchair and leaned over, stared at his face for a long time, and grinned a mouthful of white teeth: "You lost an eye, I lost my legs." ”

Ming Junwei turned his head to look at him, he had intersections with Wu Wentao and Caroline, but he hadn't had much contact with sunspots, and he hadn't seen him uncommon back then, but most of the time he followed Kenny, and he was a little surprised to see that he actually recognized himself, and asked, "Why don't you have legs?" ”

"The Walking Dead." After Hei Dazhuang transformed into an internal officer, he seemed to be more talkative than before, even if he was facing a former enemy like Ming Junwei, there was not much hatred between his words, and he laughed at himself: "The memorial that Dr. An left me." ”

"Oh?" Ming Junwei raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Doctor An? ”

"It was a long time ago." Hei Dazhuang yawned and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to mention it again.

The scene is very strange, and there is no grudge between them, as if they are just two old friends who are sick and sympathetic, telling each other about trivial matters after being disabled.

When I returned to the ground, the clear sky outside the window had become dark, and the wind was getting stronger, mixed with rain and hail, and 'clanging' against the doors and windows.

Kenny and Lao Yang have already received the test results, and the laboratory has not found any clues about antibodies in Ming Junwei, the only discovery is the living corpse virus, and the new walking corpse virus that is constantly being eaten. For this result, the teachers and students were mentally prepared, so they did not show any regrets, and the antibodies brought back by Caroline had not been found, and the verification and testing could only be temporarily put on hold.

"Take him out." Kenny was not interested in talking to Ming Junwei again, and ordered Hei Dazhuang to take him away from the main building, and sat at the table by himself, looking at the falling ice ridges outside the window in a daze.

……

"Where's Aso? Haven't come back yet? Ming Junwei sat up, there were only him and Hei Dazhuang in the empty hall, Kenny just asked him to throw him out, without specifying a specific place, the field team members didn't bother to pay attention to him, and Suo** gave Hei Dazhuang.

"You think I can sit here and see what's going on outside?" Hei Dazhuang glared at him angrily, took out the narrow wooden box from his arms, took out the cigar and cut it to seal it, flicked his fingers, and threw it to Ming Junwei.

Ming Junwei shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "You can always do all kinds of unimaginable things. ”

"It's just Kenny." Hei Dazhuang lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, stretched out his arm to open the window, but the wheelchair was too low, and he couldn't reach the window lock by a few inches.

Hei Dazhuang tried hard a few times, leaned back to the wheelchair stupidly, glanced at Ming Junwei who was staring dryly on the side, and his eyes were round: "excuseme? ”

"I'll come, I'll come." Ming Junwei smiled dumbly, sat up from the bed with his body propped up, and 'rattle' unbuckled and pushed the window outward.

A burst of cold coolness swept in, cold water droplets scattered in all directions, and round hailstones the size of chestnuts fell on the windowsill, shattered into crystal petals, and splashed into the hall.

Ming Junwei took a hard breath in the cold wind, spit out the turbidity in his chest, and said with a smile: "Hail, I haven't seen you for many years." ”

Hei Da Zhuang pursed his thick lips and sighed with emotion: "My hometown often hails, bigger than baseballs, and it has smashed my car...... I hate this kind of weather. ”

"Where is your hometown?" Ming Junwei was also aroused to chat a little, it was rare to be comfortable, so he simply put aside his troubled thoughts and leaned on the bed to chat with Kuroko.

Hei Dazhuang looked out the window, his eyes flashing with the light of memory, he was silent for a while, and muttered, "A small place in Kansas, the Hanston countryside. ”

Ming Junwei blinked and asked, "It's been a long time since you left home?" ”

"My father owned a big farm and was very busy with the autumn harvest every year." Kuroko didn't answer Ming Junwei's question, his eyes were distracted, and his fingers were smoky: "He left the farm to my brother, and my sister got his classic car, and I don't have anything." ”

"He didn't like me, never liked me. He thinks that his brother is like his son, his sister has inherited his mother's beauty and wisdom, and only me seems to be an extra person in the family. Hei Dazhuang flicked the ashes of his cigarette, turned his head to look at Ming Junwei, and grinned: "I know your family here prefers boys, right?" ”

Ming Junwei was speechless, he just wanted to chat and pass the time, and he didn't mean to talk to him, and he didn't know anything about his unfortunate childhood.

Hei Dazhuang didn't care, laughed dryly, and continued his recollections: "I want to be a doctor, my father thinks I'm wasting time, he wants me to drop out of school and go back to help him take care of the farm...... I got into Hopkins and left Hanston, and I haven't been back since. ”

"......" Ming Junwei smiled dumbly, from a scholar to an armed thug, he was quite expected in this short half of his life.

"I used to be in the research group, Kenny and I were a mentor, and then he achieved something and I left the lab." Hei Dazhuang's narration was not coherent, he completely thought of where to speak, recalled his student days, a light smile appeared on his face, and said: "Now that I think about it, my father is right, choosing medicine is indeed a waste of time." ”

"So what? Do you prefer to open people's craniotomy with a bullet rather than a scalpel? Ming Junwei smiled and teased: "In comparison, the bullet is indeed much more direct." ”

"You're right." Hei Dazhuang also laughed, laughed with his neck stalked, took out a thick pistol from his arms, and wiped the body of the gun with thick fingers, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

The smile on Ming Junwei's face froze, wondering if this guy was perverted after being disabled, but don't talk about giving him a shot......

"Kenny trusts me, and I'm doing everything I can to help him." Hei Dazhuang turned his pistol, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Ming Junwei, he closed his eyes and made an aiming motion, grinning: "Although I lost both legs, my marksmanship is still very good, so, no matter what your idea is to fight here, I advise you to give it up." ”

Ming Jun Weile was happy, and after going around for a long time, it turned out that he was giving himself a vaccination?

"You're thinking too much, I'm just here to find someone." Ming Junwei was too lazy to explain, lying on the hospital bed with his arms on his pillow, and said in a low voice: "Your boss has nothing to do with me, and I have no ability to take care of it, it's not easy to live, and I never want to be with you." ”

"But I still came, three years ago, and three years later." Hei Dazhuang put away his gun, pushed the wheelchair to the door, and said, "But you don't have to worry, I'm not warning you anything, I just want to tell you, cherish everything you have now......"

"What?" Ming Junwei wondered if he had misheard, that the crippled black killer was feeding himself chicken soup for the soul?

Hei Dazhuang turned his face and smiled meaningfully: "It's almost over." ”

"Huh?" Ming Junwei was confused, he didn't understand what Hei Dazhuang wanted to express at all, he seemed to want to convey some kind of message to himself, but he didn't say it directly, and his specious words made people very annoyed.

Hei Dazhuang didn't explain, the liaison on his waist rang, he picked it up and glanced at it, looked up and said, "Asu, they are sheltering from the rain in the hospital, I'll take you to see her." ”

……

Hou Xiong squatted on the roof, squeezed sideways into the back of the solar water heater, and laboriously took off the plastic flower pot on his head, and hung the strands of plastic cloth on his body.

"!" Hou Xiong was a little angry, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was insane, why did he take the risk of coming out? That girl is obviously not related to herself, why would she want to save her?!

After venting, the resentment in Hou Xiong's heart lightened a little, and he glanced at the streets and alleys through the cracks in the water heater, the frenzy of the walking corpses continued, the corpses marched more and more slowly, and there were unlucky ghosts in the team who were smashed into their skulls by the ice bumps falling from the sky, their brains burst, and they fell to the ground, and then they were drowned by the corpses, trampled into rancid meat all over the ground.

Hou Xiong rested for a moment, swallowed his sullen breath, and buckled the plastic flower pot on his head, although this thing affects his vision, but at least it can protect his head, the hail is getting bigger and bigger, and the flying impact hurts on his body, the surrounding buildings and walking corpses are all unlucky, the glass doors and windows are shattered, and some metal signboards are also smashed into potholes, and the lethality cannot be underestimated.

Hou Xiong climbed out of the water heater, bent his waist, and trotted all the way along the roof. There are no high-rise buildings here, and the rows of buildings provide him with a lot of convenience...... Unfortunately, this convenience is not long-lasting. There are always forks in the streets, and the houses are not all connected, and the section of the roof in front of me is cut off by a street at the end of the line. The corpses were swarming underfoot, and the field workers in charge of the clean-up seemed to be silent, and the corpses no longer marched in one direction, and the sound of hail falling flowers in all directions, causing the corpses to disperse and flock to more horns.

Hou Xiong knew that there was a hospital in the center of the city, so he deliberately changed into Yu'an's field uniform before leaving, he was not strong, but he was bigger than Caroline's skeleton, and his clothes were very funny when he collapsed on his body, but fortunately, when the rain was pouring and he was soaking wet, it didn't look so awkward.

"Hey!" Hou Xiong lay on the edge of the roof and yelled at the walking corpse at his feet.

The wind and rain were so fierce that they drowned out his shouts.

After thinking about it, Hou Xiong decided to try a stupid way, looked left and right for a while, ran quickly to the eaves, picked up a pile of hailstones, and threw them at the glass window across the street like a naughty child. With a clattering sound, the entire window collapsed, and the open store became a natural sounder, amplifying the rolling sound of wind and thunder. The walking corpses near the shop window roared and poured in, and the corpses behind followed suit, reaching high with their withered claws, roaring one after another, squeezing towards the window.

The method worked, and the trick was repeated, and Hou Xiong, who had a flower pot on his head, was more like a real neurotic at the moment, running back and forth left and right, smashing all the glass doors and windows that had survived on both sides of the street.

Seeing that the corpses on both sides began to disperse, Hou Xiong was in a good mood, and took this opportunity to run to the roof, and looked down to see that there were still walking corpses wandering in front of the intersection, but it was much better than just now, at least there was a place for him to move and dodge.

Hou Xiong tightened his belt, inserted the machete into a position that was easy to pull out, stepped on the pipe extending from the wall, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and poked down little by little.

The walking corpses at the entrance of the street looked around blankly, and the two ragged walking corpses seemed to notice Hou Xiong hanging in the air, staring at the cloudy eyes, 'Hehe' roared non-stop, and stumbled towards the wall.

Hou Xiong scolded secretly, grabbed the eaves with one hand, and pulled out the machete with the other, intending to wait for the walking corpse to get close to his feet before slashing and killing.

The walking corpse was hungry for a long time, its chest and abdomen were sunken, its ribs were clearly visible, its withered grass-like hair was wet with rain, and a lock of hair was stuck to its scalp, and a crystal cold fell from a high altitude, just hitting one of the walking corpses, Hou Xiong's eyes even caught the moment when the hail smashed the Tianling cover, the skull cracked, and the brain burst out.

Hou Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, God really helped me!

"Ahh

Another hailstone fell, hitting Hou Xiong's hand holding the eaves impartially.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the sharp pain in the fingers made Hou Xiong scream in pain, and as soon as his strength was discharged, the person fell from mid-air, just hitting the staggering walking corpse.