In a room on the ninth floor.

"One group has six monsters, and another group has two monsters. How many monsters are there if you add two to six?"

"Seven."

Shi Jinzhe closed the book "Mathematics for 3-6 Year Olds" in his hand, patiently explained in a soft voice: "You just calculated that five plus two equals seven. Six is ​​one more than five. What is six plus two? Calculate it."

Shi Jinzhe couldn't understand why Shehe, who clearly had good logical abilities, was bad at math. She could recognize numbers and count, but she just couldn't understand addition and subtraction signs.

Moreover, she's very stubborn. He suggested she switch to another school, but she wasn't willing.

Shekh didn't understand either. She stretched out a hand, gesturing for Shi Jinzhe to look downstairs, "There are only five, not six."

A finger came up next to her outstretched palm.

Shi Jinzhe said, "This time it's six, you can calculate it again."

“Seven,” Shekh counted the hairy monsters downstairs, “one group has become five.”

Shi Jin covered her face with her hands, let out a breath, and then looked downstairs with her. "The one that went missing is back. This time it's number six."

Shekh was annoyed; this hairy monster running back and forth was anything but still, and she couldn't figure out why it was moving.

She pressed her palm against the glass, drawing power to corrode the unruly hairy monster from a distance.

"Alright, it's seven now."

...

Time was running out, and I was speechless.

She's so quick-witted that she can change the question just because she's convinced she's got the right answer.

He put the book away and, following her train of thought, asked, "What plus what equals seven?"

"One plus six, two plus five, three plus four."

"Eight."

"One plus seven, two plus six, three plus five, four plus four."

Shi Jinzhe nodded as if to confirm, finally connecting with Shekh's train of thought.

She always has the right answer; go to her when you need a question.

Although I don't understand her way of thinking, as long as I can do math, that's fine, just in case I need it in future dungeons.

"We also learned..."

Before Shi Jinzhe could finish his question, an alarm suddenly went off in the building. The long siren pierced through his brain, and the sound echoed in his head.

Mr. Lan came over and quickly knocked on the door. "Excuse me, gentlemen. Please come with me to the tenth floor immediately. There may be fungus in the upper floors."

Shi Jin folded the door and responded immediately, then whispered to Shekh, "Can you hear anything else?"

"The footsteps downstairs are chaotic; they're moving around, that's true."

Upon hearing this, Shi Jinzhe threw the items into his spatial ring and immediately took Shehe out.

Mr. Lan was waiting at the door. When he saw the two of them come out, he quickly led them towards the stairs.

Other people hurried past them, and Shi Jin asked, "How could there be a fungal invasion?"

Mr. Lan was frustrated by the question; he never imagined that his momentary soft-heartedness would lead to such a thing.

Out of consideration for the long-time employee, he was afraid that if the pregnant woman stayed for five minutes, it would result in the deaths of all three of them, so he only allowed her to stay in the isolation room for two minutes for disinfection.

Staying on the third floor was within a manageable range, but who knew she would go up to the seventh floor!

He used to think that his second uncle was unworthy of the words "doctor's benevolence," but now he thinks it would be better to be as ruthless as him.

"A mistake." Mr. Lan's expression was unreadable, and he was unwilling to say more.

Shi Jinzhe followed silently behind, sensing something amiss from the reaction, and felt that this matter was probably related to him.

Upon arriving on the tenth floor, several people were already in the lobby. They all appeared calm and composed, as if they were used to all sorts of things.

Upon meeting Mr. Lan, I greeted him politely and exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey, who are these two...?"

"This must be the friend that Lan Tuwen personally came downstairs to greet that day."

Shi Jinzhe exclaimed in amazement, calling out Lan Tuwen's name directly, "These guys are no ordinary people."

He didn't deny it, but only pretended to be ashamed and said, "Mr. Lan is an elder, calling me a friend is too kind of me."

"Don't be modest, we must be close friends despite the age gap, otherwise why would Mr. Lan personally bring you here?"

The speaker had a rather imposing air about him, and if he said a few more words, Shi Jinzhe felt that he was about to ask me to write a report on the spot.

"I dare not accept such praise."

I'll send them over first, but I don't trust him and I'm afraid he'll run off on his own. But Mr. Lan is a very trustworthy person.

Sending them here, I don't know if it's naivety or overconfidence.

Mr. Lan led the two inside, saying, "You two stay here for now; I have other things to do."

After he left, Shekh listened attentively to the people around him.

Since the two were strangers, they shouldn't make too much noise. They found a quiet corner and turned their backs to the crowd to shield her.

Making sure no one could read Sheikh's lips from any angle, he then lowered his head and asked, "How is it?"

“Fungal spores appeared on the seventh floor. The seventh, eighth, and ninth floors share the same air circulation system, which is why Mr. Lan wants us to move to the tenth floor.” Sher said, tilting his head slightly as he spoke, multitasking.

"Some people are asking if the helicopter can come earlier."

This confirmed that Shi Jinzhe's way of leaving was by helicopter, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would arrive on the last day.

She continued to repeat the whispers of the crowd: "The fungi nowadays are mutants that have gone through countless generations. A few years ago, Azure developed a drug to fight the fungi, but instead of dying, the fungi mutated and began to control other organisms, causing them to exhibit extremely strong aggression and physical mutations."

"So now this is the consequence of a drug leak?"

“No.” Shekh suddenly laughed. “It was deliberate. The samples and prescriptions were taken away by the authorities.”

“Then the government of the country where Azure Island is located in this world must be pretty crazy.” Shi Jinzhe also felt ironic: “Blueprint is so confident, and these people aren’t worried. So that’s how it is.”

It's likely that the so-called free medical checkups and drinking water donations were all intentional.

No wonder the company building was fully armed inside and out; with such a powerful backer, everything makes sense.

Are there any others?

"There are local wars outside the island, but I don't understand the specifics."

"It's alright, this information is enough. Thank you for your hard work." Shi Jinzhe fed her a piece of chocolate.

An isolated island is ideal for an experimental site, and the choice of over 200,000 people is also appropriate.

A significant portion of the population consists of the elderly and patients, and many teenagers travel during the summer vacation. With qualified experimental subjects available, the needs of the elderly and patients can also be met, making the best use of resources.

Unfortunately, once the game gets involved, it means these people are about to overplay their hand.

A noisy commotion came from the stairwell, accompanied by exclamations, as dozens of players, covered in bruises, poured in.

There were other people behind them pushing forward, trying to get in.

The leader held a knife to Mr. Lan's neck and successfully used him to unlock the tenth floor gate and enter.

As soon as they entered, a fishy, ​​foul smell filled the air.

Shi Jinzhe quickly put the mask on Shekh and then put it on himself, following the disinfection process very skillfully.

It's confirmed. This Mr. Lan is indeed a naive and innocent person with no defenses.

Things always fail in unexpected ways. Lan Tuwen's ability to tolerate him for so long shows that he truly loves his nephew.