Chapter 80 Visiting the Research Institute

Special Joint Scientific Research Center Institute——

"Marshal Ives, you're here." Nan Sen, the head of the institute and vice president, rushed over after receiving the sudden notification. He hadn't had time to prepare himself, so he was still wearing a pure white protective suit, clearly having just returned from the lab to greet him.

"Dean Nansen, how is the situation?"

The silver-haired man wore a sleek black military uniform, its double row of gold buttons meticulously fastened to the collar. A first-class medal, symbolizing supreme honor, hung neatly on his left chest. Standing erect and wearing combat boots, he looked exceptionally serious and imposing.

Most of the people in the research center are researchers who have been working for many years, and there are also many interns who have just joined the institute. Among the monotonous white coats, the sudden appearance of a tight-fitting military uniform that covers a strong chest will inevitably attract their attention.

However, the brim of the military cap blocked the man's eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. One could only vaguely glimpse some emotions from his well-defined profile.

"Marshal Ives is here to see 'that' experiment, right?"

"What experiment?"

"I don't know either. I heard that this is an experiment that only high-level researchers have access to."

Two or three new interns peeked in from a distance, whispering softly. Vice Dean Nansen, seemingly aware of something, suddenly turned and glanced over, his eyes sharp. The new female interns, startled, quickly dispersed, heading for their respective lab areas.

"It's still under control," Nansen replied, leading him inside quickly. "But the experiment has reached a bottleneck."

The research lab for the Tarai parasite was set up in the most secluded and secure area of ​​the hospital. It housed all the parasites brought back from C44, and was used to develop antibody drugs that would help them survive.

Nansen walked with Ives, showing him the scenes inside the isolation window. "Half of the remaining Sictes have already begun to assimilate. The situation is not optimistic."

Ives nodded and turned his gaze to the parasites in the isolation rooms. Each compartment housed a patient infected by the Tarry worm. Recently, they had also intermittently brought back infected people from other towns from C44.

Most of the parasites in the compartment fell asleep. The few who woke up from their daze only opened their half-green, not yet completely "insect-like" eyes and numbly walked around the room, looking for a way to escape.

"The current experimental progress...?"

"We've been using medication to suppress it," he said. As the head of the research project, he was also troubled by the difficulty and inability to find a breakthrough. "We can't use other methods to rashly force the Tarry worm out of the human body. This method is equivalent to violently ending the 'coexistence' between the parasite and the human. The moment the Tarry worm emerges from the human body..."

Nansen paused and said word by word: "They will die."

As soon as the words fell, both of them fell silent.

"How are your memories and emotions?" Elvis approached the isolation window. When he got closer, the originally translucent protective window seemed to have opened a curtain, and the entire room became very clear, completely revealing the parasitic person on the bed.

"It's gradually declining." Thinking of this, Nansen sighed again. "I thought that not all Zerg were divided into high and low levels. I didn't expect... I was too narrow-minded."

Ives immediately understood what the deputy director meant, "You mean, there are high-level Tarai among these patients?"

"That's right." Nansen waved his hand, signaling the Marshal to follow. "Ordinary low-level Tarui, after parasitizing humans, will cause them to lose their memory and emotions. We can easily detect the difference between them and normal people from their eyes, movements, and posture."

"But... Lord Ives, please look." Nansen took the silver-haired marshal to a separate laboratory.

Through the French isolation window, Elvis made eye contact with a parasitic woman.

The woman looked completely different from the other parasites. She had no green eyes, and no strange behavior. Beautiful and elegant, and not at all distressed, she simply stood quietly by the window, her palm resting on it, her eyes filled with sorrow, as if silently condemning the institute for "imprisoning" her there.

"This woman hasn't changed at all since being infected. Her memories, personality, and emotions remain exactly the same," Nansen explained. "We can only determine the extent of Tari's infection by looking at the rate at which the matrix is ​​being consumed."

Elvis' eyes sank slightly.

From the outside, there are absolutely no flaws.

If the high-level Tarri parasitize not ordinary people, but federal high-ranking officials, or teammates fighting side by side on the battlefield, then... how can we control the situation?

"We will develop an antibody antidote as soon as possible," Nansen promised. "The Zerg detector can only detect low-level and slightly higher-level parasites. We have only found two or three high-level Tarri. I hope Lord Ives will pay more attention to this."

"I understand." Elvis looked solemn and took a last glance at the woman who was locked in the isolation room.

When the woman saw the two of them were about to leave, she suddenly knocked on the window very hard, tears welling up in her eyes.

Nansen didn't even glance at them, and Ivis didn't stay long either, leaving together. The moment they turned and left, the woman behind them also shed tears of despair.

The tear slid across her cheek, just enough to land on her lips, and stopped at the corner of her mouth that suddenly twisted.

…

When leaving the institute, Elvis met a young man with white hair and red eyes, also wearing a neat military uniform.

"Joshur."

"Ivis." A cold light flashed in Qiao Xuer's eyes. "Have you seen those 'people'? What are you going to do?"

"Faye is inextricably linked to the parasite." The silver-haired marshal's expression was stern. "Where did Faye escape to? What conspiracy is there between him and the Zerg? I want to get to the bottom of it."

The white-haired young man nodded and promised, "I will also investigate secretly."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly patted Elvis's shoulder and said, "Don't forget, Dean and I are also your backers. Don't always bear it alone."

Elvis raised his eyebrows. It was really rare to hear these words from Qiao Xiuer.

"Ahem," Qiao Xiuer retracted his hand and said as a matter of course, "By the way, I will visit your doctor friend's house tomorrow."

His vacation was almost over, and he wanted to take advantage of the time he still had in the Federation to get one more treatment to prevent his mental power from becoming violent again.

Elvis: “……?” So what he said just now was about waiting here?

Seeing his unhappy expression, Qiao Xiuer asked in confusion: "Are you unhappy? Why? I will bring you a thank you gift."

“…”

Tsk.

(End of this chapter)