Dai Zhao picked up the remote control, turned on the TV again, and the news from ten days ago began to play on the screen.

"You have to accept that the world is ruined and that there are zombies everywhere outside." Dai Zhao pointed to the TV screen and said solemnly.

This is the third time Dai Zhao has told Lei Jin that "the world has been destroyed", as if he was planning, step by step forcing Lei Jin into a corner where there is nowhere to hide, forcing him to accept the reality he does not want to face.

forced Lei Jin to start seriously facing the reality that the world has been destroyed.

"Not only Donghai City has been destroyed by zombies, but the world has also been destroyed by zombies! The aggressiveness of the zombies exacerbates the spread of germs, and the entire city is soon overrun by zombies. Dai Zhao didn't know and continued.

"I've tried a lot since I came here, but I haven't been able to contact your parents." Dai Zhao's voice was a little muffled.

Lei Jin chewed on Dai Zhao's words carefully, and suddenly felt that his head began to hurt again.

At this time, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, but it was not a picture of his parents.

Instead, a group of researchers dressed in white gathered around a window pane discussing something, while they stood outside the crowd and couldn't see what was in the small room behind the window......

I can't hear what these people are talking about!

The picture is very abrupt, but it is very realistic, and he can even turn his head to see the whole office setup.

It was a small office, narrow and cramped, and after entering the door, there was a passageway, and on the wall on the left hand side of the passage was a whole pane of glass, through which was an observation room, in front of which a group of people in white research coats were gathered.

To the right of the passage is a row of desks with various experimental instruments and bottles and cans.

These instruments look very familiar, acidity detectors, automatic polarimeters, gradient liquid chromatographs, dual-channel UV irradiation meters......

Lei Jin began to wonder, how could he know so many instruments, is he a researcher?

It was as if something was always popping up in his head, but it was so chaotic that he couldn't put it all together.

Lei Jin became a little agitated.

"What did I do before?" Lei asked Dai Zhao closely.

"You are engaged in biomedical research, working in a national research institute, and you studied in country M at university, and you came back after completing your master's degree." Dai Zhao looked at Lei Jin very seriously and said.

"Oh~~~," Lei Jin sighed thoughtfully.

This laboratory that suddenly appeared in my mind was not my imagination, it must be my previous work picture.

"Has Donghai City been completely destroyed by zombies?" Lei Jin was still a little unwilling.

"That's not true, just like you and me, there should be other survivors in Donghai City, but they are scattered in all corners of the city and can't be contacted." Dai Zhao seemed to be understated, and did not show concern about the dire state of affairs.

Lei Jin didn't know if there was something wrong with his intuition, and he always felt that Dai Zhao's rash attitude was incompatible with the environment.

"Isn't there anyone looking for these survivors?"

"Someone tried, but it was hard. On the one hand, the city is full of zombies, and it is difficult to move freely, and on the other hand, resources are limited, food, drinking water, medicine, energy, etc. are very scarce, and it is difficult to implement rescue in such a tight situation of resources. ”

Dai Zhao said as he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, the clock that counted down.

Lei Jin followed his gaze and glanced at it too.

"36:29:26", time passes quietly unconsciously.

Lei Jin unconsciously raised his left hand and looked at it, and the countdown time on the bracelet was exactly the same.

It was as if the clock was counting down.

"Can you throw this bell away?" Lei said to Dai Zhao.

"Don't you want to know what happens when the countdown ends? What about the bracelet on your left wrist? Dai Zhao seemed to be a little interested, and looked at Lei Jin eagerly.

Lei thought about it for a while, a little entangled in his heart, and finally curiosity prevailed.

I glanced at the bracelet on my left wrist, but I still didn't take it off.

Dai Zhao saw everything in his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

Lei Jin felt as if his body was slowly waking up, struggling, and trembling out of bed.

Dai Zhao just looked at him like this, and didn't come over to help him. After seeing him get up, he casually closed the notebook on the table.

Ray had vaguely seen what he was writing in his notebook before he approached.

"Why do you keep watching that news?" Lei approached Dai Zhao and asked, pointing to the TV.

"There's something weird about it that I can't let go."

Lei Jin turned his head to look at the TV screen, and seriously watched the news again, and did not find anything strange.

"Nothing strange!" Lei Jin was a little puzzled.

"Look closely." As he spoke, Dai Zhao pressed the remote control a few times, and the video began to play again.

After more than ten seconds of broadcasting, Dai Zhao pressed the pause button, and the picture was frozen, and Ah Chen opened his mouth wide and roared in the picture.

Nothing else is too noteworthy.

Dai Zhao walked to the TV screen and pointed to the upper right corner of the screen.

In the upper right corner is the logo of the news station.

Lei Jin looked at Dai Zhao a little blankly, not quite understanding what Dai Zhao was pointing to the Taiwan logo.

"Is there something in the lower left corner of the grandstand mark? It turned out that there was none. ”

"What is this, someone is flying?" Ray struggled to move forward.

It seems that I saw a very small figure flying in the air, half of the figure was blocked by the station mark, and it was not very real, and it could be a flying insect or a bird.

"No, it's not flying!" Dai Zhao pressed the play button as he spoke, and the screen continued to scroll.

After about 2-3 seconds, Dai Zhao pressed the pause button again, and the screen stopped again.

At this time, half of the figure in the picture is gone, and only the building in the background of the picture remains.

It is a commercial office building with an ornate glass façade that sparkles in the sunlight.

What stabbed me was that two clearly visible scratches appeared on the curtain wall, and the scratches seemed to be very deep.

"What is this? Is this what the figure left behind? Ray's head started to hurt again.

"I don't know, this video is transcribed, and the clarity is not enough, so there is no way to do further analysis." Dai Zhao shrugged.

Lei Jin suddenly felt a heartache, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

Dai Zhao saw Lei Jin's pale face, and hurriedly got up from the chair and helped Lei Jin sit down on the chair.

"What's wrong, what's uncomfortable?" Dai Zhao asked with concern.

"I don't know, suddenly there was a heartache, my body was a little cold, I don't know what's wrong, maybe I just woke up and my body hasn't eased yet."

"Will you sit for a while? Or will I help you to lie down in bed for a while? ”

"I'll sit for a while, I don't want to lie down anymore after lying down for so long." Lei Jin's body trembled, and he found that the wind in the room was slightly cool.

"Then you sit down for a while, and I'll go outside and add some firewood to the stove." Dai Zhao said and turned around and walked out, "I hope the stove won't go out, it's quite troublesome to relight the fire." ”

Lei Jin saw Dai Zhao walk out of the room, slumped up, his whole body curled up, and nestled in the chair, making himself feel a little more comfortable.

The whole room fell silent in an instant, except for Ah Chen's roar on the TV.

Ray looked up to find the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV.

His eyes fell on the coffee table in front of him, where in addition to the remote control and the ashtray full of cigarette butts, there was also a pen and a notebook.

Lei Jin remembered that when he first opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of what Dai Zhao was writing in his notebook.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the door, Dai Zhao seemed to be adding firewood outside.

Lei Jin cautiously opened the notebook.

I don't know if a notebook counts as a diary, and there are things recorded on it like a journal.

On October 18, the weather was fine, and the outdoor temperature was 18-28 degrees

Body temperature: 35.8 degrees (normal, no fever)

Status: Comatose

Heart rate: 72

Respiration: 13

Blood pressure: 83,108

Blood oxygen saturation: 98

X-cell index: 8

Infusion: glucose 500 ml X2; Nutrient solution 500 ml

Notes: Data is normal, unconscious

On October 19, the weather was fine, and the outdoor temperature was 18-27 degrees

Temperature: 36 degrees Celsius (normal, no fever)

Status: Comatose

Heart rate: 70

Breath: 12

Blood pressure: 80,103

Blood oxygen saturation: 98

X-cell index: 8

Infusion: glucose 500 ml X2; Nutrient solution 500 ml

Notes: Data is normal, there are dreams in the coma

The next few pages record October 20, October 21, but October 22 is missing, and it jumps directly to October 23.

Then there are several consecutive days of recording, with another 1-2 days missing in between. The content of each page is pretty much the same.

At first, Lei Jin thought it was his state monitoring record, but the time was not quite like it, although he couldn't remember what month it was, but from the temperature point of view, it was definitely not about 28 degrees recorded in his notebook.

What's even stranger is that the records are intermittent.

Lei Jin glanced up at the door again, and quickly flipped through the notebook.

The contents of each of the previous pages are almost the same, all the way to the last page of the notebook.

A long list of numbers is written on it:

I. 102:33:26

II.99:47:58

III.96:23:34

IV.91:36:22

V.83:06:28

Lei Jin looked at the pile of numbers a little confused, and couldn't guess what this large string of numbers meant.

It's not like coordinates, it's not like passwords, it's not like amounts.

The afterglow of Ray's eyes swept to the bracelet on his left wrist and looked at the number that was beating on it: "36:12:15".

It's time!

If it's time, what does it mean? has been in an irregular decline.