Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

5 Countdown (multi-word chapter)

Foreword: Gaochuan and Zhenjiang successfully broke away from the temporary data hedge space in the Peak District, but now Raccoon Town has fallen. The insults infected by the mysterious virus have turned the entire town into a deserted flesh and blood ruin. Under the leadership of the members of the Security Bureau, a final line of defense was constructed in the dock area. Gao Chuan and Zhen Jiang encounter Greia, a freak who has no utter sanity in the town, and takes her to the dock.

Golden section

The refugee camp in the dock area was lifeless. The horrible disaster was born less than four hours ago. Most people were indulged in grief and fear. Even if there is no sign of the attack and the spread of turmoil by Random Novels, no one can relax. I am not sure that the disaster is over, or whether the situation will become more serious, or that there is no evidence from Ranwen Fiction Net to prove there is any sign of improvement.

There were people sent to the town to reconcile intelligence and rescue survivors, but the manpower of the police station was also hit hard by the unrest. Now two-thirds of the people used to maintain order and vigilance are recruited from ordinary town residents for various reasons. Concern, only act within 500 meters of the surrounding area.

Raccoon Town is a town based on tourism. For most of the time, the lives of ordinary people are calm and peaceful. The police affairs are some big things with sesame and green beans. Some police officers have not shot for a few years. At the same time, it is not a hunting area. There are no hunters at Ranwen.com. There are very few people who hold gun licenses. Most townspeople will not use guns, nor will they save their guns at home. Therefore, the land now not only lacks guns and ammunition to cope with the big scene, but also lacks good players who are good at fighting.

In addition, because of the proximity to the lake, fresh water is not mentioned for the time being. Because of the rush to retreat, the food taken away is not much. If the survivors no longer decrease, the frugality will be exhausted within a week.

At present, the affairs of the collection center are resolved by the interim parliament composed of the members of the police station, the named intelligence bureau, and the representatives of the townspeople. Although they are all committed to the important key resolutions, they sometimes grind their mouths on some subtle opinions.

This is the current situation of this temporary site located in the dock area. It is not bad, but it is not good.

"The mayor? Isn't the township representative the mayor?" I asked Locke. I remember that the mayor and Sergeant Engels had a good relationship.

"The old man's luck was not very good. When the epidemic broke out, he happened to be working in the hospital and consoling the patient's family. As a result ..." Locke shrugged, with a helpless and wry smile, paused, and said: "The current townspeople The representative is a distant relative of the mayor of the old town, a very motivated guy. "He put emphasis on the three words" superiority ". Although he can't hear whether this is ridicule, he still has other intentions, but this matter should be It has nothing to do with me. I still give Jung and Engels a headache.

I started to ask about virus research, and Locke's answer did not surprise me.

"The hospitals in the town lacked research equipment, and the analysis and research progress of the virus was slow. However, when we escaped, some of the equipment, materials and samples were taken out. Although most doctors are not very lucky, there are a few Good luck. "Locke said, glancing at the two women who followed me-Zhenjiang and Greia. Zhen Jiang is absent, no matter the movement or attitude, it can be seen at a glance that it is a matter of mental state; Greia has broken a hand, his face is pale, with anxiety, because the external information received is different from that of ordinary people, so he Looking away, it's like suffering from severe cleanliness and autism.

The injured person may be infected with the virus, which is already common sense among survivors. Along the way, people are subconsciously away from us, and some people even run away from us three or five meters away, or hide in a tent, I do n’t think this is due to Locke ’s prestige.

"The situation of the two ladies doesn't seem to be very good ..." Locke said secretly, casting an implied look at me.

"Greia is a patient, but the symptoms are not irreparable. Of course, this is just my judgment. I hope that I can help her here." I said immediately.

"No problem, I think doctors are in need of such a patient." Locke said cheerfully, leading us to a warehouse door, he came here directly from the beginning. Before opening the door, he asked me again: "Is Miss Greia the only patient?"

"Yes, the other one, although you look strange, is indeed ours. You know, guess?" I said jokingly.

"Is it an acquaintance?" Locke frowned and touched the back of the head, showing a distressed expression, and asked back: "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

Locke opened his hand and seemed to give up, but the next moment seemed to have a flash of aura, his face filled with hesitation.

"Can it be ... BT?" He said hesitantly, gazing at Zhenjiang's facial features, but I don't think he could see one. Not only do Fu Jiang and Zhen Jiang have differences in personality, they also have very different external images.

"This is her ability." I said.

"Ability? Ha, magic-shaped woman?" Locke knew that Fu Jiang was the third-level Mageweave messenger, but in the security bureau, each member's ability was private, so he didn't know what Fu Jiang's ability was. Just like I do n’t know exactly what Locke and Jung are capable of. The astonishment and hesitation on Locke's face did not go away. I fully understand that Fujiang and Zhenjiang have almost no similarities in personality except for the subjective and subordinate nature of personality.

"Aren't you kidding me?" Locke's eyes turned back and forth between Zhenjiang and me. "Well, you're not kidding." He reached out to Zhenjiang and forced himself to be more enthusiastic. "Welcome back , Mate. "However, Zhen Jiang turned a blind eye and just muttered something with her head down, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

Locke laughed a few times, withdrew his empty hand, took my neck, and complained softly in my ear: "Hey, man, your fiancee is a bit wrong. Do you want to go to the hospital to confirm? Although our people are not there yet Ranwen Fiction Net is currently infected, but there is no guarantee that it will not be infected at all. "

I also grabbed his neck, pressed his head down, and bit his ear and said, "She is indeed a patient, but mentally ill. I don't think you will be willing to provoke her." , Patted his back hard.

"Haha." Locke pointed at me and laughed with a teasing expression. "Mental illness? Do you think I'm an idiot?" He turned to look at Zhen Jiang, "Hey, BT, your fiance said you are neurotic . "

Zhen Jiang raised his head, a blank expression, and then lowered his head, nibbling his thumb nails. Locke suddenly froze until the warehouse door behind him was opened from inside.

"Roke" comes from a woman with a harsh voice: "The patient needs to be quiet"

We looked at it soundly. It was a 30-year-old woman, her head only reached Locke's chest. The facial features gave a wild feeling. The figure was mature and plump, wearing a vest and jeans, and there was a flamboyant momentum all over the body. Locke glared at her, and his expression immediately scorned, quickly pulled me over and diverted the topic: "Hi Anna, this is my colleague, you can call him a crow."

"Crow?" The woman stared at me and looked at me from head to toe. The sharp and serious eyes gave me a sense of tension when facing the elders, squeezing a stiff smile and saying hello: "Hello, Anna. "

I thought she would judge me first and choose one from the other. I'm ready. She seems to be one of the principals here. I don't plan to have a conflict with her. Although it was the first time to meet, she did n’t look like a bad guy. Locke knew her well, and she did n’t show her disgust. Maybe it was just because the other party was serious and not a hippie smiley.

The result was somewhat unexpected. She suddenly stepped forward and hugged me tightly, patting my back with her hands enthusiastically, just like treating a child traveling home, showing a warm and bright smile.

"Nice to meet you, crow." She said.

"I am the same." I said a little by surprise.

"Haha, startled?" Locke patted my shoulder twice and said with a laugh: "Anna is a pretty girl, but sometimes it's too real."

"It's you who are too sloppy." Anna glared at Locke, turned her eyes back, grabbed my hand, and looked grateful. "Although this is the first time I met, I know you have done a lot for the town. No matter Thank you for your efforts. "Speaking of the back, her eyes crossed my shoulders and looked at the refugee tent in the back, showing a sentimental expression. I don't think she is optimistic about the future, but she doesn't feel any despair and self-sorrow in her heart. She is really a determined and cheerful woman.

"Anna runs her own bar and now acts as a nurse nurse temporarily." Locke introduced to me.

"I used to be a nurse before." Anna explained, "but you look very spirited now and don't need special care." Her eyes glanced over Zhen Jiang and Greia, and she seemed to be fully aware of the situation and turned around We entered the warehouse, "Come in, you guys came by coincidence, Engels, they just came for a while."

Our entrance to the warehouse is not the main entrance, but a side door that only allows one person to pass through, and we can only see the scene inside when we step in. The chandelier was not fully opened, and the light appeared a bit dim. The sunlight fell from the skylight and the small window on the top of the wall, and the beam of light was flying, making people drowsy.

The entire warehouse is used as a temporary medical facility, and most of the space is used for patients to rest. The debris is used to isolate the ordinary injured and the infected by the mysterious virus. Without the bed and chair of Ranwen Fiction Net, most people sit or lie on the floor. From time to time, there are whine and weeping sounds, and the low whispers whisper in the high space.

In the general injury area, some people who are probably relatives of the patient walked back and forth, and sometimes temporary nurses hurriedly passed by. Most of them did not wear nurse uniforms and could only be identified from their behaviors. Going to another place, from time to time will do some first aid measures, or record something in the notebook. There is no specific difference between the dress of the temporary nurse and the relatives of the patients, but they can be distinguished from their looks and movements.

Infected people of the mysterious virus are not so well cared for, almost every one is fixed on a wooden board, hands and feet are tied up, just like treating a mental patient with destruction. They made hoarse cries from time to time, like the beast-like roar of Greia when they spoke, and when someone walked past them, they immediately became very upset and excited. There are not many nurses in charge of that area, but each time they are not alone, they seem to be numb and alert to such a situation, but no movement or expression can see the fear.

Seeing this scene, Greia was a little excited. She seemed to want to escape, but I immediately grabbed her hand. "Don't be afraid, I will let them treat you well." I can only comfort him. Anna glanced at her for a few more times, but she did not speak at Ranwen.com, but I think she knew that Greia was an infected person.

For the same warehouse as the mysterious virus infected people, those normal people seem to be used to it, but Anna whispered to me that there were many conflicts at the beginning, and many people tried to kill each infected person, regardless Have they already done it.

"Actually, not everyone who is infected will be crazy in the first place." Anna said: "We are looking for the rules and signs of infection, trying some methods that can delay the madness or make them wake up again. "

"Is it useful?" I asked.

"Maybe." Anna shrugged. "That's the domain of the experts." She nuned towards the back of the warehouse.

There were three translucent tents where she indicated, and a strong light burst out from inside, and several figures shook back and forth. Someone will come out from inside and drill into the other two ordinary tents. Without Anna's introduction, I also know that it is a temporary operating room and research room. I have seen professional sterile tents on TV, and they are like that.

"Still doing surgery?" I said.

"No, the patient has been settled." Anna paused and said, "It's processing the body. I heard that there is something new."

"Isn't that lack of equipment and experts?"

Anna shook her head, not to be specific, but it seems that the virus has produced some dramatic changes, so that even the simple equipment at hand can be observed, but it is impossible to distinguish and obtain evidence for its principle. This change occurred 20 minutes ago, and the doctor in charge of the research realized that the person in charge of the collection must be notified, so ten minutes ago, the three top leaders of the interim parliament: Jung, Engels, and the townspeople representatives Xu Xian, we entered the warehouse in one step.

The research work on the sterile tent was stopped, and the report for each stage was sent to a regular tent by a person. A doctor explained the temporary three-person council while distributing the information. When Anna brought us into the tent, she saw this scene. Energy-saving lamps emit white light, but they cannot disperse the haze on the faces of the tents. The glass blackboard behind the doctor is densely painted with oily pens. Various professional terms and symbols form a labyrinthine pattern. He writes a lot of complicated calculations while speaking softly. His smooth tone without fluctuations, the volume like a lullaby, no leaking faces, monotonous gestures and complicated technical terms made his speech drowsy. Even more frightening, it seems that everyone here cannot understand what he is talking about.

This tent is very large. In addition to doctors, Jung, Engels, and Xu, the townspeople representatives, the Japanese fat man code-named magician is also here. When we lifted the curtain of the tent, he suddenly raised his head, his face just Waking up ignorant. He stared at us quietly for a second, or more, and almost jumped up.

The doctor's speech was not interrupted by Ranwen.com, and the three heads just nodded and gestured to us. The magician greeted us and complained softly in our ears: "Damn, you are late."

"No, just right." Locke said: "The report should be over soon."

"Who knows?" Said the magician: "I thought he had reported it for a century."

"Who is this guy?" I looked away from the doctor.

"Nord, a forty-three year old unmarried guy, is said to be the attending doctor in the town's hospital, and the medical expert with the most professional theoretical knowledge." The magician smiled bitterly, "Do you believe it?"

"Of course." I, Anna and Locke said in unison.

"I also believe it. But I hope that the person who is standing here to make a report is an amateur." The magician spread his hands and teased, "not a senior magician."

"Senior magician?" Locke showed a puzzled expression, not only him, but we couldn't resonate with the term magician fat man.

The magician's smile suddenly became a bit awkward. He clenched his fists and put a cough on his mouth, glanced at Dr. Nord, and then quietly said to us softly, "The meaning of a virgin."

Anna coughed hard.

Perhaps it was interrupted by this clear fake cough, or perhaps it was impossible to turn a blind eye to the hot chat on our side, the theoretical medical knowledge report on the virus stopped, and the air was full of embarrassing silence for a while. The sight in the tent was thrown at us in unison, which made people feel like sitting on pins and needles. There is a line of displeasure in his eyes, not from Dr. Nord. The expression of Dr. Nord is the same as before-there is no expression in Ranwen Fiction Net, just like a hard stone slab, the information that moved his eyes to the hand in the first time on.

The sharp eyes came from the representative of the town people, known as the "Xu" man. The full name is not clear. Everyone calls him "Xu". The facial features and body are full of typical Asian characteristics. The only thing that can make people recognize the concept of "mixed blood" is the blue eyes of the lake. The specific age is not clear, the appearance looks just in his early thirties, the whole body is dressed up and down, and the spirit is vigorous. There is no sign of the literary novel network being hit by the disaster of four hours ago. It may be undesirable to judge people by their appearance, but the corners of his mouth, narrow eyeliners, and slightly recessed cheeks give me a unique and sharp feeling-unlike civilians, officials, business elites, no Like a soldier or an agent, I have probably worked on some shady jobs before, and it has a **** smell.

Locke mentioned that this Mr. Xu is a distant relative of the mayor of the old town, but he does not have enough proof from Ranwen Fiction Net and lacks detailed information about the past. I asked a few of the townspeople who had friendships with the old town mayor, and only had vague answers such as "like" and "should". Mr. Xu only returned to the town about a year ago. He stayed in the old town mayor ’s house and stayed in the house until after the disaster. He joined the temporarily established voluntary security team and gradually showed his energy and organizational ability. He was assisting the police station. He made a lot of efforts to trap the members of the secret organization of the Mar Jones family hidden in the people with the Security Bureau, and took the lead in the retreat and rescued many civilians, thus becoming a representative of the town people.

"A guy who is not willing to be lonely." Locke commented on him. Locke does not seem to hate this person, perhaps because the trouble caused by this "Xu" is far less than the benefit.

However, because of our "lack of respect and discipline" behavior, which caused him to be dissatisfied, he gave him a stern look.

"So ..." Jung said before Mr. Xu spoke. He did not understand us, and said in a calm tone as always: "Dr. Nord, how does the change in the virus affect the patient? "

Taking advantage of this opportunity, we stand again and leave the extra "baggage" aside. The space in the tent started to appear crowded after we came in. Grea's anxiety became more obvious. The expression that was unbearable once contacted with others could not be concealed, making the men squeezed towards me a little uncomfortably. I guess the image of everyone here in Greia's eyes, I'm afraid it's a rotten rotten meat that speaks alien languages.

Dr. Nord looked up from the data, and he and Jung looked at each other for a long while, and then said in a weak and unmistakable tone: "Not to the patient, but to the dead." Speaking of which, he paused. Go to the blackboard and circle a few cell-like patterns with an oil-based pen. "After human death, the cells will continue to be activated due to the combination with the virus, and after six cycles, this activation will increase and cause the cells to each other. Restructuring between. "

"I want to confirm, Dr. Nord, do you mean that those who died will be resurrected?" Sergeant Engels rubbed his temples and said, "Well, even if they would become the zombies in the horror movie. Such disgusting garbage, I do n’t think that these lack of arms and legs will pose too great a threat to us, and I can hardly imagine how the corpse without the head of the literary novel will act. "

Dr. Nord did not speak for a long time, and he seemed to lack natural talent for vivid interpretation. After a while, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, let me give you an example, if this arm is not in my hand." When he said that, even Jung showed a look of terrible expression on his commentary. The curvature of Mr Xu's mouth is even greater.

"Who asked him to report?" I asked Anna.

Anna shrugged and did not speak at Ranwen.com.

"If this broken arm comes from a dead patient, then after six cycles, the extreme activation will make it lose its original shape and become a group of fresh rotten meat, and then these rotten meat will interact with the rotten meat around. Combine and start multiplying and then become something. "

"Something?" Mr. Xu repeated.

"Yes, a certain combination of organic cells whose form cannot be determined, but one thing is certain, that kind of thing has life instinct and is aggressive to all organic cell structures-such as the human body-if it is a brain, it may be There will be new consciousness, "said Dr. Nord." That is to say, this hand is not a 'hand' anymore, but another form of cellular life with an uncertain shape. "

After his words fell, the tent was silent for a while.

"Sounds like a fantasy." Sergeant Engels continued rubbing his temple in distress.

"Sorry, I'm only talking about science." Dr. Nord said softly.

"So, do you have any way to control it?" Mr. Xu shook his fingers together, "Don't let those corpses turn into rotten flesh."

"It's a pity." Dr. Nord paused, explaining: "Our equipment ..."

"Well, I know." Jung interrupted Dr. Nord's explanation. "I want to know how long we have to prepare."

Dr. Nord looked at his watch.

"Sixty minutes, maybe shorter." He said.

I seemed to be able to hear a silent wailing from the tent.

I think it is necessary to inform Jung as soon as possible and start my own plan. Under such circumstances, perhaps that plan is our last chance.

After the report, we continued to leave the tent. The work of the sterile tent is still going on, and Dr. Nord does not mean to go back to work, maybe in his opinion, the work of these people has ended here, in the absence of necessary equipment and support, It's just a waste of time to continue. His face seemed very plain, without any negative emotions such as the dilemma and even death of Ranwen.com, as if it was not the soul but the cold data residing in this body that made people feel an unnatural feeling.

"Excuse me, what's the name of this virus?" He asked quietly as he greeted him before leaving.

"Saya." He said, a noun I had never heard of.

Seeing the doubts on my face, Dr. Nord explained: "It's the cry of the patients who are still alive, in fact they are talking, just like this lady." His gaze turned to Greia who was trailing behind me .

Indeed, after Greia loses human language, the beast-like roar is very similar to the sound of "Saya". I glanced back at Greia. She didn't even notice that I was looking at her. She glanced around, blinking her head with her hands. She was restless and unbearable.

"The fourth stage ..." said Dr. Nord.

"What do you mean?" I quickly asked.

"I have been doing clinical work before ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ This lady is obviously in the fourth cycle of the virus. Her five senses should have been completely mutated, that is to say, the received real data information, color Fortunately, the shape, smell, and even the sense of goodwill and maliciousness are completely different from normal people. Maybe she can also communicate through some indirect means, such as Morse code and handwriting, but soon It will enter the fifth stage and completely lose the way of communication with normal human beings. "Dr. Nord said, tapping his forehead, his expression seemed to be familiar with this situation.

"Isn't there any way to diagnose and treat Ranwen Fiction Net?" I asked with the last hint of hope in my arms.

Dr. Nord shook his head.

"If you want, just leave her. Although we have obtained enough clinical data, one more is also good. Otherwise you can kill her immediately, and the progress of each stage will cause great pain to the patient itself. , They will eventually become monsters. "

When his words fell, Greia suddenly hugged her head in hoarseness, screaming like a piece of coal in her throat, sounding like she was calling for "Saya".

I covered my face in pain, and some warm liquid poured out of my eyes, and there was only darkness in front of me.