Chen Guang is not a scientist, and he doesn't quite understand what Lin Yuankai's words mean. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Most of the world's capitalists don't like to invest their money in scientific research, because the rewards of applying new science to changes in life are also so rich that they can instantly surpass the money empires built by traditional industries. Because the returns are huge, so is the investment. ”

"Can you speak human language?"

Lin Yuankai said embarrassedly: "Your power maintenance is enough to maintain the environment required for various constant temperatures of the test, but don't you think your instrument is a little less?" ”

Only then did Chen Guang understand.

The equipment in this basement was taken back from Xijing Hospital, and he didn't understand the real high-end instruments needed for various experiments, and Dr. Lin's words were a bit euphemistic, virus research is not just about taking some high-powered microscopes and knowing some equations.

"What do you need, make a list and I'll find a way to get it."

Since you want to make a booster, you can't give up halfway, and you have to solve it no matter how much it costs.

"In fact, there are ready-made laboratories, we don't have to get here for experiments, although there are many biological research institutes in the country, but there are only a few applications of cutting-edge equipment in the world, in addition to the Wuxia Research Institute, which ranks first, there is also a laboratory in Xijing that can be tested, and they have also sent me an invitation, but I don't know what the situation is over there."

Chen Guang asked, "Can't I get you back the equipment there?" There's power maintenance here, so I'll control the use of electricity, so it's reserved for you to experiment, and it's also safe here, so you don't have to worry about zombies. ”

"I'd better go with you and have a look, or it's useless for us to say that."

Lin Yuankai seemed to have some kind of faith to support, lowered his head and looked at the notes written by Chen Guang with burning eyes, and corrected some common-sense mistakes by himself.

Chen Guang only took Ding Mang with him, and the three of them prepared for a day, bringing enough food, water and half of the bullets, and set off the next day.

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Xijing Institute of Biological Sciences.

A white-haired old man standing at the door of Laboratory Seventeen looked at the zombie who was constantly struggling on the platform, and with a disappointed expression, he clicked on the tablet in his hand and classified the data of Number Seventeen into the failure file file.

He leaned against the wall tiredly, his whole body slowly went down, took out the half-pack of the Hibiscus King in his jacket pocket, took out a light from it, inhaled deeply and swallowed it into his lungs, and it took a few seconds before he spit out of his nostrils.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the director in charge of laboratory discipline, and if he was there, he would have to babble about the dangers of smoking and the dangers of smoking outside the laboratory.

A responsible but boring Chinese man!

After reminiscing with emotion, he suddenly remembered that he had also become a Chinese citizen five years ago, and he could speak broken Mandarin.

"Failed again!"

"Merciful and all-knowing God! Tell me what is the right way to go! ”

"Didn't you say to repent with humility? Am I not humble enough, not repentant enough? ”

The power of the institute is an independent set of systems, just to prevent all kinds of emergencies, but after such a long time, the power operation should be almost stopped, and the test has not yet obtained accurate data and test results!

It's really a little unwilling.

Back in early September, when he was supposed to retire to Yanjing for academic research, the Centers for Disease Control in Qinchuan sent a patient with strange symptoms to his attention.

The two extreme symptoms of high temperature and low temperature switched back and forth on him, and the bloodshot in his pupils was about to fill his retina, and he could still see the vision correction map five meters away! His saliva is extremely contagious, and he can remain extremely aggressive despite constant internal bleeding!

All this made the soon-to-be-retired old man feel a little incredible, and he decided to postpone the plane to Yanjing and instead study this strange patient on the spot.

Before the breakthrough in research, his first student, who is now his assistant, seemed to have been infected by a patient and also had this symptom.

A trace of doubt passed through the old doctor's heart, and the instinct of his profession led him to isolate and observe this student who inherited his scientific philosophy, and then more and more people appeared in the same situation, and the old doctor's doubts turned into unprecedented panic, and he frantically used his authority to isolate all the assistants who had come into contact with the patient, and then ...... He knew he couldn't control it!

When everyone turned into zombies in the movie in the isolation room, the word apocalypse first came to mind for several people gathered around him.

He didn't give up his research, and when his colleague couldn't help but run outside and was bitten to pieces by the zombie, he began to study the slices of the No. 1 zombie.

There was no way to calm down the zombies and slice them with peace of mind, he could only cut off the limbs of the zombies, and at this time he found that after the blood of those zombies dried up, they could still remain aggressive!

He finally set his sights on the brain, which has not yet been fully developed by humans.

Soon he extracted a virus, and through animal experiments, he injected all the litters of mice in the laboratory with this aggressive and strange virus.

Soon, another survivor had a nervous breakdown, climbed up to the top floor and jumped down, his head was flattened, and the zombies came rushing from all directions, as if a famine refugee had met a piece of BBQ that fell to the ground.

The old doctor looked at this friend who got along day and night, and he did not feel sad in his heart, but gave birth to a feeling of regret in his heart--how good it would be if I were a living experiment!

He was stunned by this crazy idea of his own, and hurriedly prayed for an evening of continuous repentance to the merciful God, although he actually preferred the Chinese immortals, all of which were inspirational stories of the journey from mortals to greatness.

But a merciful God is more likely to forgive his sins.

Most of the mice began to degenerate, the white hair on their bodies began to fall off, the skin festered, revealing small, sharp ribs, and the beating frequency of the heart could be clearly seen inside, but they still did not die, but became exactly as aggressive as the patient, and the old doctor's disappointed and angry test rats were thrown from the top floor to the microbiology lab opposite.

One morning, after the complete failure of Subject 10, he injected a tube of virus extracted from the zombie into his veins, quietly waiting for the moment when he became a zombie, he wondered, at that time, his consciousness and soul, will he still feel?

Instead of turning him into a terrible zombie, the virus turned him into a terrible zombie, but after a night of prayer, as if God had stroked the top of his head and given him the supreme glory from heaven, many strange thoughts flashed through his mind that he had never seen before.

He then turned his gaze to the few remaining survivors who were talking about leaving...