After a while, Troboko came out with a photo album in his hand, and he reverently handed it to Meng Zhi, as if it were a treasure.

"It's on the first page."

Meng Zhi flipped it over, then paused.

Large and small graves form a circle, and people kneel in ragged clothes, clasped their hands, and pray to heaven reverently.

The graves were littered with hundreds of corpses, whose skin was covered with green spots like those of the Green Grain Patients.

The picture of the photograph is full of sadness, which shows how much the epidemic has affected the locals.

"How? It was taken when I was seven years old, when my father was studying the contents of the photo. ”

"I think it's very interesting. Mr. Cheng, what do you think? ”

Meng Zhi pinched the photo's fingers tightly, and then said excitedly with a shocked expression: "It's shocking, no matter how many times I look at it, this is the most beautiful landscape photo I've ever seen!" ”

The corpse and the land are mirrored, isn't this the scenery he has never photographed?!

The corners of Troboko's mouth rose, a pair of eyes stared at Meng Zhi tightly, and then comforted her and said, "Mr. Cheng, don't worry, I want to take such a beautiful photo again, just like you." ”

His last sentence was filled with bewitchment: "Are you willing to help me?" ”

Meng Zhi raised his eyes, and naturally agreed: "Of course I am willing." ”

Since then, she has become a regular visitor to the laboratory, much to Gerry's displeasure.

"Cheng, is your good brother still me?!" Gerry blocked Meng Zhi at the top of the stairs, his eyes complaining.

Meng Zhi wanted to see the progress of Troboko's experiment, and casually responded: "You are, of course you are." ”

Gerry looked left and right to make sure there was no one around, and said, "You have to be careful of Troboko, he's a science maniac, I know you'd love to take a picture like that, but you have to know how many people need to die!" ”

Meng Zhi nodded lightly, still showing that taciturnity, unmoved by Gerry's dissuasion: "I have my own ideas, you don't have to worry." ”

The method of getting out of the illusion is not yet known, and Meng Zhi plans to wait and see how the plot develops.

With that, she galloped up.

"Ah, Cheng, you're here." Troboko stood in front of a bound corpse armed with a small bottle of reagents.

Meng Zhi pinched his nose, put on protective clothing, and was one meter away from the corpse: "This is ...... Mrs. Merry's husband? ”

The corpse was so decomposed, the stench wafting through the lab.

Troboko showed an expression of enjoyment, he even took a deep breath, and then suddenly turned his head to look at her and said intoxicatedly: "Feiyun, you smell, how fragrant this smell is...... It was the aroma I smelled in my childhood. ”

He called this thing "incense"?

Meng Zhi nodded perfunctorily, and then asked with a little expectation: "How is the virus transformation progressing?" ”

"Very good, I have modified it, even if the human body dies, the virus can invade the human brain and control the body," Troboko proudly showed off his results, "If the living are infected, they can only die in pain and then alienate." ”

Meng Zhi looked at Troboko with an appreciative expression, and he injected the liquid from the reagent into the dead Mrs. Merry's husband, and then laughed happily.

In just a few minutes, green spots grew on the corpse, and white hairs grew on the green spots, and the dead man suddenly opened his eyes, opened the fangs in his mouth and suddenly got up.

However, he was restrained by the restraint belt and could not move.

Meng Zhi raised his camera and took a photo.

She found the camera to be very special, and the pictures it took were always very shady.

In each photo, Troboko without exception has a terrifying green spot on his face, and his body is covered in blood.

However, the person who was taken by her did not find anything unusual when taking the photo, so Meng Zhi had nothing to do and took pictures.

They are what they are in the camera.

"The experiment was successful!" Troboko was thrilled.

"Is there a vaccine for this virus?" Meng Zhi asked.

"The antidote? It's a one-of-a-kind virus! It doesn't need any vaccine, nothing can withstand its invasion! Troboko roared, then quickly recovered and said mysteriously, "Feiyun, the picture you want will be taken in a moment." ”

Meng Zhi became interested: "What do you think?" ”

"Secret," he bent down, cut open the corpse's chest with a scalpel, and said lightly, "You go out and help me call Li Wenjing over." ”

Meng Zhi did so, and after watching Li Wenjing enter, he sneaked into the secret room that he found by chance on the fourth floor.

Before she knew it, it was unknowingly littered with corpses.

The corpses had not yet been used for experiments, they were neighbors Meng Zhi had seen, and Madame Merry was among them.

Of course, what surprised her even more was that Wan Xitong was also killed, the body of the man who lived in the house died, where did he go by himself?

In addition, Meng Zhichai Robko is going to release the virus on the people in the apartment.

Late at night, Meng Zhi went out to shoot the stars, and "accidentally" found that the lights were still on on the fourth floor.

It was either Troboko or Li Wenjing who stayed there.

Meng Zhi quietly went over and looked, a beautiful figure was busy inside, Li Wenjing was holding a bottle of black powder in her hand, which was the bottle that Meng Zhi snatched.

Is she thinking about a countermeasure at this time?

Meng Zhi yawned and took pictures of the starry sky with his camera.

Baiqiao Mountain is at a high altitude, and the starry sky at night is very gorgeous, she filmed for an hour, and suddenly heard Li Wenjing's voice: "Mr. Cheng? You haven't slept yet? ”

Her face was full of hesitation, probably wondering if Meng Zhi had seen what she was doing in the lab.

Meng Zhi fiddled with the camera coldly and asked lightly, "Something?" ”

Xu couldn't see the abnormality, Li Wenjing held back: "It's okay, you can go to sleep." ”

"Hmm."

After Li Wenjing entered, Meng Zhi turned around leisurely, and when he raised his head, he saw Troboko's highly recognizable face against the window.

Seeing Meng Zhi looking at him, Troboko retracted his body, a bit like a voyeur.

The next day, he was in a good mood, and it was said that it was the day of his father's death, and he had to celebrate it by feasting the people in the apartment for a cake.

Li Wenjing, as his assistant, is simply a decathlon and can do anything, even the cake is made by her.

"Feiyun, you see, this is my father." He pointed to the first painting on the fourth floor, which showed a man with curly linen hair, unsmiling, almost carved out of the same mold as him.

"He was a great man, and it was his death that made me successful, and I fulfilled his long-cherished wish." Troboko was clearly doing something terrible, and at the moment tears were shining in the corners of his eyes because of the success of the experiment.

Meng Zhi patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be happy and sad." ”

"After today, everyone will become slaves of the 'Green Grain', so witness it with me!" He was very excited, the residents were on the first floor at the moment, and they did not hear his frantic speech.