Liu Tianming clasped his hands in front of his chest and silently watched the heads of people on the workbench.

He was surprised by Song Jiahao's question.

Song Jiahao has always given himself the impression that he is extremely smart, bold and careful. It's the first time I've seen this before.

"Do you have any other choice but to trust me?"

This rhetorical question is to express the dissatisfaction of the heart. Liu Tianming continued: "I have already confessed the biggest secret to you, why should I hide it from you in this kind of matter? He's infected, and you just have to look at the blood sample that was drawn to know I'm not lying. As for why there has been no mutation until now...... To be honest, I find it strange too. Perhaps, as you said, viruses have different control times for different hosts, so they will cause differences. ”

As he spoke, the head on the workbench opened its eyes.

There is no luster, and the eyes are being quickly obscured by a blurred layer of white.

Yang Kongshan opened his mouth, as if he was looking for food to eat.

Liu Tianming hurriedly picked up the metal bitter placed next to him and stuffed it hard. The powerful spring was stretched to the limit, so that Yang Kongshan's mouth could not be closed, and he could only keep it open to the greatest extent.

He was unhappy with the control, wanting to writhe, to reach out and grab the tape that was tied to the top of his head. Sadly, he had nothing left but his head.

There was a clear chewing sound from inside the wall. This voice sounded so dynamic in Yang Kongshan. He sensed the presence of his kind, as well as fresh food. Although his mouth could not be closed, his eyes were constantly emitting a terrifying light. Especially when he looked at Song Jiahao, he showed an extremely strong desire to eat.

Liu Tianming looked at Song Jiahao, who was standing opposite, with a faint sarcasm in his words: "Have you ever seen a human head resurrected from the dead?" Have you ever seen a corpse that has its head cut off and then opens its eyes and looks at you with that kind of gaze? ”

Song Jiahao did not answer.

He was completely captivated by this strange and terrifying human head.

The emergence of Chen Po subverted Song Jiahao's understanding and cognition of biomedicine.

Qian Guangsheng's changes made him understand that the most dangerous thing in the world is the virus.

Now, with his own eyes, he saw a man, nay, should say a human head, the process of resurrection from the dead under his nose. According to normal medical theory, Yang Kongshan should have died a long time ago. But his head was still alive, glaring at him viciously.

"It's incredible."

Song Jiahao's eyes widened, and his voice seemed to be admiring, as if he was moaning: "The wonder and greatness of the Creator are simply beyond words. All of these things are the most real beings, they happen here, I can see and touch the most complete reality. ”

He lifted his arm and gently stroked the human head with trembling fingers. From hair to cheeks, and from chin to teeth. Through the thin rubber gloves, Song Jiahao felt an unprecedented shock. Yang Kongshan had been trying to gnaw off those fingers, but he couldn't close his mouth and couldn't control the movement of his head.

The almost perverted touch lasted for several minutes, and Song Jiahao finally came back to his senses in admiration and surprise. He picked up the small medical cutter: "I have to look at his brain tissue. ”

Liu Tianming clasped his hands, leaned against the wall on the side, and watched all this silently.

He was noncommittal. Research is not his forte. Song Jiahao was very attentive in dealing with Yang Kongshan's matter, and he also spent a lot of spirit and strength. Don't say that it is to cut the head to see what is going on, even if Song Jiahao holds this head and opens his mouth to gnaw it, Liu Tianming also feels that it is his freedom.

Doctors, especially those who are obsessed and crazy about a research project, are a different kind of psychopath.

The circular saw blade rotates at high speed under strong power traction, making a tooth-aching "whining" sound. Song Jiahao's hands were no longer trembling, he firmly controlled the operating handle, and drew a circular line on Yang Kongshan's head. There is no scribing and there is no mismatch between the two ends of the interface. Seeing this scene, Liu Tianming once again had a new understanding of Song Jiahao's superb skills.

There wasn't much blood left on his head. Song Jiahao carefully lifted the skull, like a treasure hunter who had found countless gold, and searched back and forth on the surface of the soft brain tissue with a crazy obsessive gaze.

"The color of the brain has changed, which is a phenomenon caused by a lack of oxygen. This virus is really scary, it doesn't need oxygen to survive, it's not as delicate as us humans. ”

"Look at these cerebral cortices, what beautiful folds, like pink strawberry jelly. Let me stimulate it with an electric stun pen, hehe! Its nerve centers are still functioning, and there are signs of nerve reflexes. See, the tendons in its neck will contract, and that's where its strength comes from. ”

Liu Tianming has not accosted him.

He can understand Song Jiahao's enthusiasm for research, but Liu Tianming will definitely not participate in it.

For the same thing, it is enough to have one person do it.

Just when Song Jiahao slowly opened the crack in the middle of Yang Kongshan's brain, Liu Tianming suddenly had a very peculiar thought.

He clearly saw that there was a small red spot in the back of the brain, which was exposed under the light as Song Jiahao's fingers moved, and the part that connected to the spine.

It is very small, about one-third the size of a grain of rice. From a distance, it looks like a blood spot on the pink cerebral cortex, and the ordinary one is difficult to notice.

If it weren't for the reminder from the mutated cells inside the body, Liu Tianming would not have been interested in it at all.

That's a food.

This is the message that the mutant cells have just passed to the nerve centers of the brain.

Yes, that's it. Small, insignificant.

Liu Tianming stood there without moving, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Cells don't lie. Since they decide that the thing falls into the category of "food", then it must be edible.

The food of mutated cells is biological nutrition.

Liu Tianming thought of a similar feeling in Chen Po before.

and Qian Guangsheng, when I saw him that night, I had the same thought in my head.

It is certain that the extremely tiny red spot is a kind of food, a substance that can provide nutrients to themselves in the same flesh and blood as Xiao Wu and Wang Fushou.

But it's so little.

This distinction is like a big bowl of steaming beef noodles and a grain of rice that falls to the ground. No one chooses to pick up the rice from the ground and eat it as a snack, but only focuses on the beef noodles.

has devoured the flesh and blood of Xiao Wu and Wang Fushou, Liu Tianming is really not interested in this insignificant "food".

He didn't think there was anything wrong with discovering this kind of thing in Yang Kongshan's mind. Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng are both diffuse form infectants, and Yang Kongshan has mutated. They, like themselves, are infected by the virus. The same cells and even organs naturally appear in the body.

Song Jiahao has completed the examination of Yang Kongshan's brain. He's splitting the whole brain and slicing it.

The moment the brain was taken out of the cranial cavity, Yang Kongshan's eyes completely lost their brilliance. He is no longer hungry and no longer a threat to others. The empty cranial cavity was like a ball with a broken mouth, lying alone on the workbench.

Liu Tianming thought for a moment and took out a small glass bottle from his clothes pocket.

This is the bottle that filled the amoxicillin capsule a few weeks ago, and there are a few capsules left. Liu Tianming emptied the bottle and shook it in his palm. Then he walked over and used tweezers to remove the red spot and put it in the bottle.

Song Jiahao did not notice Liu Tianming's movements. He's dedicating himself to making brain slices.

This red spot is just too small. Liu Tianming checked the bottle that was already in his pocket, and silently calculated the comparison of this "nutrition" with the same amount of substances he had ingested from Xiao Wu and Wang Fushou before.

Eight hundred.

No, eight hundred is not enough. At least a thousand.

It's about a thousand, or a thousand or so! In this way, the accumulated red spots can barely reach one aler's nutrient unit.

This should be the difference between a bowl of beef noodles and a piece of rice.

Liu Tianming didn't think the red spot was so important.

He just felt that it didn't hurt to keep it for the time being.

It's too hard to get together a thousand of these "nutrients".

Yang Kongshan has been killed. So far, the only mutant walking corpses he knows are Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng. Liu Tianming is not crazy enough to turn up to thousands of people into walking corpses in order to get a Karel nutrition.

Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng should have finished eating Yang Kongshan's body, no longer making chewing sounds, and the basement became quiet.

In the hospital on the ground, chaos is spreading rapidly.

The patient in Intensive Care Unit 9 is missing.

The nurse on duty came back from downstairs to receive the condolences and immediately discovered the problem. They quickly reported to the doctor on duty, and several people searched in different rooms, but there was no trace.

It has been suggested that patients will leave the hospital on their own.

It is indeed possible. Because there were no clothes to be found in the ward, and there were no shoes. The shape of the pillow and quilt on the bed indicates that the patient lifted it on his own.

Yang Kongshan's family also came to the hospital. Upon hearing the news, they were first surprised, and then quickly turned to anger.

What a big living person, why did he disappear in the hospital?

The doctor on duty hurriedly came out to play a round: Could it be that he felt better, so he left the hospital? Otherwise, you should go home and have a look. Perhaps, he is back home now.

This claim is well founded, something similar has happened before.

The family left in disbelief.

Intensive Care Unit 9 was also reorganized by the nurses.

No one thinks there's anything wrong with that.

There are many cases of patients going missing in hospitals.

In order to avoid paying the bills, many people slipped out of bed in the middle of treatment. So, no fuss.