Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 795 The law does not blame the public ([-])

Seeing him, Second Young Master Zha seemed to see hope, and was eager to hear the results of the investigation from him.

"We have confirmed the places you mentioned. There is one more thing. Since you did it, please explain in detail the process of breeding germs with the stolen corpses." Han Wu cut to the chase.

While the Second Young Master Zha breathed a sigh of relief, he had nothing to worry about anymore, he sat on the chair and said to Han Wu with a relaxed face: "I don't know, and it's useless to know the process, no one can do it in a short time. A drug that kills germs will be developed within a short period of time, and when the murderer dies, I will tell you where the drug is, hahahahahaha..."

Han Wu looked at his wanton laugh and narrowed his eyes slightly, he rushed forward without saying a word and grabbed his neck, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Don't tell me, then I can only let your brother open the mouth for you gone."

"Han Wu, you can no longer threaten me. Now, the confession provided by my brother has become false, and you can no longer convict him, hahaha..." Second Young Master Cha had a clear mind, even if he was choked The neck, the arrogance does not change.

Han Wu sneered, let go of his hand, and casually walked out of the interrogation room.

They are responsible for checking the places where medicines for the treatment of corpse epidemics may be piled up, and Bingci sends the stolen corpses to the research institute for secondary autopsy and research.

Bing Ci on the masked man's side has not given up yet. Just after she stored the stolen corpse, someone from the undercover came to report that the masked man had been found in the last corpse plague site.

"Send people over there, obey his command, and spare no effort to ensure his safety." Bingci ordered urgently, the matter here is not over yet, she can't leave, she can only miss this opportunity to see the masked man's true face.

In a remote and backward village, the roads are narrow and vehicles are impassable. The masked man can only enter the village on foot. Behind him is a man who wears a mask with golden flame patterns on a red background.

"What are the symptoms of the corpse plague infection? I have to see it with my own eyes before I can prescribe the right medicine. You should not go there to avoid infection." The masked man took the medical kit from the golden flame pattern masked man and said softly.

The man in the golden flame pattern mask was used to doing his own thing, and he didn't listen to him at all. He grabbed the medical kit and carried it on his shoulder, and walked in front of him.

The masked man shook his head helplessly, motioned him to put down the medical kit, found a gas mask for him, and said coldly, "I won't save you a second time."

The situation in this small village was a bit better. When they arrived at the entrance of the village, someone came to pick them up. The masked man and the golden flame pattern masked man looked at each other in blank dismay.

The man with the golden flame pattern joked: "It seems that she already knows, if she doesn't want to expose it, there is still time to leave now."

"Don't go, it's important to save people." The masked man said firmly.

Since there are people, there is no need to use them for nothing, they are not polite to Bing at all, almost everyone is so busy that they have stepped on the hot wheels.

From arranging the concentration of infected people to numbering, blood testing, laboratory testing, continuous deployment of medicines, recording data, etc., these professional things are all done by the masked person alone, purchasing chemicals, cleaning the laboratory, cleaning, and disinfecting the village. to other people.

The masked man of Jin Yan would strike occasionally, but most of the time he would stand outside with his back against the wall in a daze, protecting the masked man every step of the way.

The medical kit brought by the masked man is a temporary laboratory. At this moment, he is wearing a one-piece pure white protective suit, covering his face completely, and wearing a transparent goggle over his eyes. He concentrates on dripping unknown liquid into the test tube. Neither hand was idle, holding six test tubes of reagents of different colors at the same time.

The items placed on the table are in good order, a spreadsheet is filled with dense chemical formulas, the gaps in the black letters are filled with blue letters, and if you open a page casually, there will be a big red cross on it, which is all invalid.

(End of this chapter)