Strange Invasion 47 "If... everything could be done again...

Zhou Xing gritted his teeth and continued his research. At least he had to ensure that the strange gene he handed over was stable and would not bring bad news like Yang Jun's.

In the third year of the implementation of the strange gene transplant, the country opened up the right to gene transplant to adults over the age of eighteen.

There is no need to practice martial arts hard, just one injection can give you extremely powerful strength. As soon as the news came out, 100,000 citizens signed up to apply.

Since then, the country has seen many positive news reports such as "A 60-year-old woman subdued a B-level weirdness at home alone", "A petite woman solved an A-level weirdness on her way home from get off work late at night", "The first weird scene was solved by two ordinary gene transplant recipients", etc.

The population of one hundred thousand gradually increased to one million.

Gradually, there are also places available for foreign students.

Zhou Xing was forced to repeatedly extract genes. Looking at the countless genetic potions, he angrily asked, "What's the point of so many gene transplants? Aren't today's gene transplanters capable of solving strange problems?"

"Ah," the new researcher said slowly, "These are opportunities purchased by wealthy individuals and political figures from abroad at great expense. Of course, half of this money will eventually be allocated to the Institute of Paranormal Research, allowing you, Zhou Bo, to conduct further research."

Zhou Xing: “…”

It seems to be getting more and more out of control.

As the country's affairs grew larger and larger, Zhou Xing was always worried, as if it was the brief calm before the storm.

The fourth year of gene transplantation.

"drop--"

The shrill ringing of the bell echoed throughout the office.

Zhou Xing picked up the phone: "It seems that there is a small problem with the first batch of soldiers who received gene transplantation..."

This batch of fifty soldiers received A-level strange genes. As for the A-level and even S-level strange things that are appearing all over the world now, the power they can borrow is far from enough to support the resolution of a strange incident.

Twenty-four soldiers died in the strange field, and all the remaining soldiers were sent back one by one just like the first time they came to the Strange Research Institute.

Some of them had twisted and growing bones, some had black matter wriggling under their skin, and some had their skin beginning to peel off.

Just like Yang Jun back then.

These soldiers who had dedicated most of their lives to the country and the people looked at him with confused eyes.

"Dr. Zhou, are we going to die soon?"

Zhou Xing looked at them, his heart sinking into the abyss.

It turns out that Yang Jun is not an exception. His physical fitness cannot support the B-level strange power of Mirror Ghost for too long, so he began to mutate within a year.

These soldiers have extremely high physical fitness, and were almost at the peak of human beings before the weirdness, so they were able to carry the A-level weird power for such a long time.

However, the subsequent strange genes are all S-level. The stronger the strange power, the more difficult it is for the human body to withstand.

However, those who received the S-level gene transplant were ordinary people whose physical fitness might not even be as good as Yang Jun's...

Zhou Xing rushed to the gate of the Weird Research Institute and pressed the alarm: "Don't—don't transplant weird genes into those people!"

It's too late.

As all the 26 surviving soldiers in the first batch mutated and died, ordinary people in various countries who had undergone strange gene transplants began to mutate one after another.

Those ordinary people who were looking forward to having powerful strength to deal with the weird things have completely become weird things.

Zhou Xing was so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear wailing from all over the world.

He began to study day and night how to suppress the strange power or delay the mutation, but it was too late, everything was too late.

The weird counterattack came so fiercely, and the only way to deal with these weird things was to keep transplanting weird genes again and let new humans deal with them.

Zhou Xing stood up from the bench in the laboratory with a hunched back. As he passed the dressing mirror at the door, he discovered that his hair had turned completely gray.

Only a few years had passed, but he felt as if he had gone through decades.

He walked to the office and made a phone call: "Please contact Dr. Lin Senlin for me——"

“Beep, beep, beep—”

The phone that would never lose contact was busy.

Zhou Xing realized that the capital had also fallen.

The taut string finally broke, and Zhou Xing felt dizzy and could no longer support his body. He fell to the ground with tears in his cloudy eyes.

He personally pushed the world into the abyss.

In a trance, he remembered what Lin Sen said.

——You will be buried with everyone in the world.

I am the sinner of the world.

If I hadn't insisted on proposing the theory of symbiosis, would everything have been different?

There is no possibility of symbiosis, the weird are born predators.

Unfortunately, by the time he realized this, it was too late and he had already shouldered countless blood debts.

The bright lights in the lab flickered. The researcher rushed to Zhou Xing and shouted, "Dr. Zhou, there seems to be a problem with the circuitry in the Institute of Weirdos. We need to call outside—Dr. Zhou? Dr. Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

The S+ level strange field enveloped the Weird Research Institute, and dark scarlet fog poured into the Weird Research Institute which was like an iron barrel.

The twisted shadow dragged and swallowed the researcher, and all Zhou Xing could hear were screams.

Zhou Xing closed his eyes in despair, allowing the strange mist to sweep over his body and tear him apart.

"If... everything could start over again..."

-

"Dr. Zhou? Dr. Zhou!"

Zhou Xing regained consciousness and heard a gentle voice calling him, and the regular "beep-beep" sound of the monitor in his ears.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the concerned look of the doctor wearing a mask.

The doctor was surprised and asked, "Dr. Zhou, are you awake?"

Zhou Xing kept swallowing, unable to believe what he saw. He reached out and grabbed the doctor's coat tightly, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

Living people? He could actually see living people?

Was he rescued?

The world outside is not as broken as he imagined, right?

The doctor said in a gentle voice: "Dr. Zhou, how do you feel now?"

"I'm fine." Zhou Xing's voice was hoarse, but full of joy.

The doctor checked his pupils and heart rate, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're awake. Tomorrow is the first voting session. If anything had happened to you, the chances of the 'Symbiosis between Humans and the Supernatural' proposal getting any votes would have been very high."

Zhou Xing's expression suddenly changed: "What?"

He forced himself to sit up: "Now, ahem, what time is it now?"

"Um, today is September 14th, and tomorrow, the 15th, is the voting meeting."

"What year?"

"…2053."

Zhou Xing didn't believe him. He snatched the doctor's cell phone, looked at his watch, then turned back to operate the monitor. All the instruments that could see the time showed September 14, 2053.

He is reborn!!!

Reborn before the first voting meeting!

Very good!

Zhou Xing laughed wildly, and then started crying.

The doctor was frightened by his sudden change of mood. He took a step back and asked cautiously, "Dr. Zhou...are you okay?"

Zhou Xing took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his surging emotions, and clutched the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The symbiotic proposal was a turning point in fate.

In his previous life, he personally accelerated the extinction of mankind. In this life, he will never repeat the same mistake.

“Ahhhh—”

"Where is this?"

"Am I still alive? I'm still alive!"

Just as Zhou Xing was about to calm down and plan his next move, he suddenly heard shouting outside.

A nurse came running over: "Doctor Li, they are all awake."

"Okay, I'll go take a look." As the doctor was leaving, he was still worried that Zhou Xing might lose control of his emotions. He said carefully, "Dr. Zhou, get some rest first. You haven't eaten or drunk anything for six days, so your body is still quite weak. This bottle of nutrient solution is for energy. Be careful not to dislodge the needle."

Zhou Xing frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that before the voting meeting in his previous life, he was clearly in the Weird Research Institute studying the growth of black grass and trying to gain Yang Jun's cooperation. How could he suddenly appear in the hospital?

He entered the Institute of Weird Studies and could not leave unless he was no longer of any value.

The Institute of Strange Studies has a special medical team. Even if he feels unwell, the medical team will come to treat him. The space in the treatment room is definitely not this large.

Where is this?

Zhou Xing felt uneasy again, and he began to doubt that this was not his original world.

Just as he was daydreaming, two knocks on the door brought him back to his senses.

Zhou Xing looked up and said, "...Thank you, Boss?"

"How are you, Dr. Zhou?"

Xie Yunsui walked in holding a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket.

Zhou Xing said hoarsely, "We've only just met for a short time, so we can't say we're all doing well, right?"

Xie Yunsui sat on the accompanying bench beside the bed and leaned back slightly: "Really? But according to your time, we shouldn't have seen each other for several years."

Zhou Xing was stunned: "You..."

Xie Yunsui smiled: "How does it feel to be devoured by something strange?"

Zhou Xing only felt a chill all over his body, and when he looked at Xie Yunsui again, it was as if he saw a ghost. He actually... could tell that I was reborn?

Before he could decide whether to confess, several people rushed in and pounced on his bed.

"Dr. Zhou, your symbiotic proposal carries great risks."

"Zhou Bo, please withdraw your proposal. I will also file a petition with my superiors. Humans and the weird cannot coexist."

"The Weird is a parasitic species! They will devour human consciousness and eventually transform humans into monsters!"

…

Without exception, these people were supporters of Zhou Xing's symbiotic theory, and they once frantically tried to win over conservatives.

Now they all contradict the theory of symbiosis.

Zhou Xing's pupils trembled, and his heart began to beat violently: "You...you are all..."

An older officer shook his hand and said solemnly, "Don't be so stubborn. If you insist on the theory of symbiosis, then what awaits us is the destruction of humanity."

They believed it firmly because they had "seen" that future with their own eyes.

A real and unimaginable future.

Zhou Xing couldn't believe it: "You all, are reborn?"

He thought that he was chosen by God and had this lucky opportunity only because of his strong obsession.

There was an eerie silence in the room for a moment.

"No, you were reborn too?"

"Uh, I thought it was just me..."

Seeing that the ward was about to fall into chaos, Dai Boyu and Qingyuan arrived at the right time. As soon as they appeared, they were surrounded.

In the "previous life", Director Dai was always controlling the spiritualists and genetically modified people from all over the place to fight against the weirdness. In the end, he died suddenly due to overwork, and Qingyuan also sacrificed himself to save people. Both of them were the backbone of the fight against the weirdness.

The later it got and the more chaos the world became, the more they missed the time when Director Dai, Qingyuan and others struggled to maintain peace.

Only when you lose something do you realize how precious it is.

Seeing that their backbone was still alive, tears suddenly fell from their eyes.

"Great, you're still alive!"

Dai Boyu: “…”

Qingyuan: “…”