Chapter 284 Greenhouse

In the laboratory, a whole row of shadowless lamps are always on, day or night.

Jing Yimai kept waking up and sleeping, and in his confusion he could no longer tell the time.

In the rare moments of clarity he had left, he would wonder why someone could be so cruel. We all share the same blood, so why must they want to kill him?

How deep is this hatred? To the point of taking someone's life.

He really couldn't imagine that the person he had always trusted and grew up with suddenly stabbed him so hard?

In a world where civilization is paramount, someone has been secretly plotting how to kill him?

In Jing Yimai's growing environment, both his parents and society followed a set of survival rules that used money and power to solve most problems.

Under the strict system, anyone who violates the rules will be severely punished.

He had completely lost his guard.

But suddenly someone jumped out of this framework and demonstrated the feasibility of the unknown through action.

His worldview was shattered.

In the haze of despair, Jing Yimai realized that he was no longer in that safe place, and was extremely far away, and no one could save him.

Zi——

The sound seemed to pass through the deep sea, shattering countless floating bubbles and turning into several tiny ripples, squeezing in through the ear canal and every pore.

...that voice...

"How was the experiment?"

"After adjusting all values to their peak, the primary injection will be performed."

"Very good, we must speed up. Someone over there is already anxious for the experimental results. If there are no problems, a large amount of funds can be quickly recovered and we can move on to the next step."

"The injection will be given tomorrow."

...slightly familiar...

The person staring at the bed suddenly noticed that he moved his fingers and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Cousin, I'm calling you one last time. I know you can hear me, but what can you do to me? Don't worry, the company has officially cooperated with the laboratory here according to your father's ideas. I will help him realize everything he wants.

Haha, if that stubborn old man knew that his son bravely sacrificed his life for his goal of immortality, how touched would he be?! Hahahaha!

The sound came slowly and powerfully in waves, and every word was like a huge rock, hitting him hard on the head!

You, you give it to me, wait!

A huge storm arose on the sea. The waves hundreds of meters high covered the sky and sun, and hit him heavily like a mountain, knocking him back to the deep seabed when he was about to float to the surface. Countless pairs of undead hands suddenly stretched out, grabbing his clothes tightly, and their sharp nails dug deep into his skin.

A withered hand suddenly tightened around my neck, and the air in my mouth was expelled with a puff. A strong feeling of suffocation came from all directions...

The instrument sounded a sharp alarm.

Several staff members suddenly rushed into the laboratory.

"The vital signs are unstable, give him an adrenaline shot!"

"Please rest assured that the injection will be given on time tomorrow."

...

Jing Yimai regained consciousness from the despairing memories.

It was like a person who was extremely short of oxygen finally breathing in life-saving oxygen, and his chest heaved violently.

Xia Yan half-supported his chin and watched silently.

She felt that she was extremely lucky.

At the beginning, a shabby hotel was able to receive participants who knew the source of the end of the world.

According to the nature of the system.

It is not impossible to make such an arrangement.

She meant, how could she really allow herself to enjoy a vacation and do nothing?

Look, the main storyline of the world quest has been released?

It looks like a vacation, but in fact it allows her to push the plot forward.

The task is not difficult, and it would be a waste of resources to assign a single person to do the task. I can do the work while I am on vacation.

high!

So high!

Jing Yimai leaned tiredly against the back of his chair, his jawline tense and his shoulders and neck showing signs of impending attack.

"Are you okay?" Xia Yan asked slowly.

After a while.

He said hoarsely, "It's okay."

He then went on to say:

No one came to rescue him afterwards.

The next day, the injection was injected into his arm full of needle marks on time.

But unlike before, the steel rings that had been restraining his limbs were opened.

After that shot, he was 'free'.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he came to his senses by looking at the light ring above his head. For the first time, he sat up from the hospital bed and looked carefully at the ten-square-meter laboratory.

Behind the glass opposite, past the heavy staff wrapped in protective suits, he finally saw the entire scene clearly—

There were two rows of neatly arranged laboratories with no end in sight. The dazzling shadowless lights clearly illuminated the 'experimental subjects' who were about his age.

Regardless of gender, most of them had their shackles removed and were allowed to move "freely" in the narrow space.

Jing Yimai guessed that they had all received injections.

He dragged his legs, which were sore from long periods of inactivity, towards the door and tried to leave, but there was not even a handle on it; it was locked in one direction.

Following the traces of his movements, the eyes of the group of "doctors" outside followed closely, as if they were watching a monkey in a zoo, always expecting him to make different moves, or in other words, to have different physical reactions.

That look didn't treat him as a human being at all.

He has lost all his human rights!

Angry! Extremely angry!

They were stabbed in the back, forcefully injected with unknown liquids, and now they are waiting for their own death!

He walked a few steps to the glass, clenched his fist and hammered it hard, making a continuous thumping sound.

"F**k, get me out!"

The high-quality bulletproof glass did not budge at all, not even a dent appeared, no matter if he used his fists or the probe on the only instrument he could remove.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the other "experimental subjects". The empty eyes they turned to look at did not look like those of a living person. Their bodies were extremely thin and bony, like walking skeletons.

Their skinny arms were covered with dense, unhealable needle holes, and even at this moment, they all had a bottle of glucose hanging on them to keep them alive.

Due to long-term acupuncture and malnutrition, the skin and blood vessels have long lost their original elasticity.

To keep them alive longer, long, thin retention needles were inserted deep into their arms.

Sitting closest to him, a boy with the same dark brown eyes was looking at him silently.

Seeing him looking at her, she raised her arm slightly and waved it.

Like a greeting.

Jing Yimai believed that his eyes were full of vigilance.

He won't trust anyone anymore.

I didn't see his response. The boy was neither happy nor angry, and didn't show any emotion at all.

It seems that the action just now was unconscious.

Jing Yimai looked away.

He had to find a way to leave.

But the next second he turned his head suddenly with an expression of disbelief.

The boy who had just greeted him slowly started bleeding from his nose!

Foreign objects would occasionally protrude from under his skin. The boy stood up, clutching his neck with a look of pain on his face. He wanted to walk to the glass to ask for help, but he fell to the ground convulsing after taking only one step.

All the staff members rushed over immediately.

But not to save him.

They took out their cameras and took pictures excitedly, recording everything frantically on paper.

No one opened the door.

Jing Yimai couldn't see what happened to the boy who fell to the ground through the crowd.

After a difficult and anxious wait, the boy finally stood up again.

It just becomes neither human nor ghost.

Later he realized that it was the first zombie.