"Which department is it time to review next?" Song Xian inspected half of the sword furnace in a row, inexplicably tired, his forehead was full of sweat, and he rubbed his shoulders and asked the male secretary. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The secretary flipped through the thick handover documents, and counted them line by line on the paper with a pencil: "The workshop inspection is over, and the next thing is the side department." The Department of Biochemical Substrate Culture, the Department of Agricultural Clonal Cultivation, and the Department of Waste Data Recovery. After the secretary finished speaking, he happily closed the folder: "There are only three departments left." ”

"Department of Agricultural Clonal Breeding." Song Xian raised his head and recalled, smiling and muttering: "I also applied for a large amount of funding back then, why did it become a trivial matter?" Let's go, let's see. He waved his hand and motioned for his secretary to lead the way.

The secretary looked at Song Xian's sickly sallow, his skin was as heavy as orange peel, he had a little jaundice symptoms, and he was still sweating, and couldn't help but care: "The Agricultural Cloning Division is the farthest, and no one usually wants to go, do you want to rest for a while before leaving?" Anyway, there is still some time before the official handover, so there is no hurry. ”

Song Xian shook his head, narrowed his eyes and said, "But I'm curious, the state has allocated more than 100 million to them, how incompetent can they get to this point." Shaking his head slightly, with a look of hidden anger that hatred is not made of steel, he said lightly stubbornly: "Lead the way, before I leave my post, I must personally check this agricultural clone cultivation department to see what they spend the country's money on." As he spoke, he struggled to stand up against the steel railing, wiped the sweat from his head, and walked with difficulty.

On the ceiling above Song Xian's head, the light suddenly refracted strangely, as if a layer of gel flowed silently. In the next moment, a beam of microwaves with the same frequency as biological electric waves quietly radiated, accurately covering Song Xian, who was staggering forward.

If someone captures this microwave, after painstaking deciphering, they may be able to decipher the contents of this wave: it represents the polypeptide structure of a small molecule protein that has not yet been discovered by humans. Under the radiation of this microwave, the corresponding protein group will produce allosterism, triggering the second messenger reaction chain to transmit biological signals.

And this simple biological signal had an immediate effect on Song Xian: it obviously activated something in Song Xian's body.

Song Xian, who was staggering, was electrified, and suddenly his whole body stiffened, from hunched over to straight on tiptoe, so his head suddenly rose an inch; Then his waist was as straight as a bow, and he fell down with a bang. Then the arms were straightened, the veins on the surface of the body protruded like blue-green spider webs, and the ten-finger spasm (anti-shielding) spasmed like the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. As he rolled and convulsed, his whole body tensed, and if a bowstring was pulled between the back of his head and the tips of his toes, Song Xian's trembling body resembled a curved bow—a symptom of angular arch reflexion, common in meningitis and tetanus, proving that his nerve center was under great threat.

The microwave gauge on the male secretary's waist was noisy. He ignored these, and when he knelt down to rescue Song Xian, he saw that Song Xian's face was as green as an unripe orange, and the symptoms of severe jaundice were extremely obvious. What's even more terrifying is that because the sudden hemolysis exacerbated the accumulation of bilirubin, Song Xian's face was yellow and green; The rupture of a choroidal blood vessel caused bleeding in the eyeball, leaving his eyes bright red; And his twitching lips were snow-white, trembling and foaming outward, and his whole withered old face suddenly became colorful, like a ghost in a story.

The secretary held up Song Xian's head with heartbreaking, stroked Song Xian's face helplessly, and shouted: "Someone, someone!" Save people! ”

Suddenly, a sharp claw grabbed the secretary's neck fiercely, pinched his trachea hard, and scratched out five swollen blood marks in an instant.

The secretary looked down and saw that Song Xian's bloody eyes were about to burst out, his whole head trembled, his face was furious and resentful, his hideously wide mouth was full of white foam like a crab, and the syllables of "gurgling" were grunting in his throat endlessly, and Song Xian, who was speechless, stared at the secretary like a ghost, with desperate hope for survival in his eyes, as well as anger and resentment unwilling to die.

Tears welled up in the secretary's eyes. The secretary has been with Song Xian for a long time, and knows his rigor and kindness, so he can imagine how terrible the pain of Song Xian, who showed a hideous expression, endured. The secretary couldn't cry out coherent words, and he saw that when Song Xian was trembling and twitching, his leather shoes were plowed twice on the ground intermittently, and finally straightened up, and suddenly flicked from time to time.

And Song Xian's right hand went from grabbing the secretary's neck in vain to sliding down and clasping the secretary's collar, and finally completely lost the strength to control the muscles, and his five fingers fell like a hook, falling in the shape of a claw, and fell heavily on the secretary's thigh.

Song Xian died extremely quickly, and only struggled for two minutes. The secretary cried bitterly and shouted hoarsely, before calling the nearest person, and then he burst into tears to stroke Song Xian's eyelids, but he couldn't match Song Xian's eyes, every time the palm of his hand slid over Song Xian's face, the old man's bright red eyes were wide with anger, and he couldn't bat at death.

It's like a chef who died violently.

The technicians, technicians, engineers and logisticians of the construction department came one after another, gradually forming a circle, stretching out their heads to check Song Xian's remains, but they were frightened by this ghostly appearance.

All of you here are men born in the military. What made them creepy was not only Song Xian's terrifying death, but also because Song Xian's death was sudden and strange. Because they have never seen a dead man's face in five colors, yellow, green, red, white, and black, it is like a depressing artist's palette, more like a dark oil painting sketched by death.

Only what you don't know will make you afraid.

They inexplicably felt the fear of the "unknown".

The sobs finally sounded from somewhere, like a plague, and suddenly infected everyone, and the cries broke out.

Unprecedented fear spreads - if an unknown plague begins to spread in the fully enclosed Qifeng base, the disaster will be devastating, because the air environment created by the artificial ventilation system is much worse than the ventilation environment on the ground, and an airborne epidemic can easily infect everyone, and no one will survive.

It's like Resident Evil - the worst fear of underground bases is not a nuclear bomb, but an epidemic.

Soon, the high-level of the nine-member regiment reacted quickly, and Minister Wei hurried to the scene, glanced down at Song Xian, covered his nose with his hands on the spot, and was speechless for a long time. After covering his face and crying for a long time, Minister Wei ordered in a low voice: "Carry it away, autopsy." ”

"Dissection?!" The secretary found it difficult to accept, he received a traditional education, and thought that it was very indecent to be disrespectful to the corpse of a respected person, "Autopsy without asking for the consent of the family?!" ”

"Yes, dissection." Minister Wei shouted, "If I die, you must dissect me too!" That's an order! (To be continued.) )