Not only Fangzheng, but also residents who were exposed to or had contact with the meteorite when it fell to Earth were brought to the laboratory for testing. Most of them tested positive for components from the meteorite.

In other words, this group of people may become superhumans or zombies after the apocalypse.

Until an anti-resistant vaccine is developed in the laboratory and clinical trials are successful, the best approach is to temporarily isolate them.

The large number of people in quarantine caused some uproar online. The health department explained the quarantine as being caused by a new type of virus and ensured that all expenses and losses incurred by those in quarantine would be borne by the government, which calmed the situation down.

...

The online discussion wasn't too big; at least Lin Rou only glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then looked away.

She doesn't remember if this happened in her past life, and it doesn't matter anyway, since the internet is always buzzing about it.

Soon her phone rang again. It was a delivery guy she had contacted before, who had been helping her move the things stored in the warehouse to her newly built house.

"Miss Lin, my car has arrived. Where are you now?"

"I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Rou quickly arrived at the usual meeting place with the deliveryman. The deliveryman drove her to the warehouse, where she unloaded the items into the truck. She had accumulated quite a lot of grain, oil, and other food supplies, and since it was only a small truck, it took two trips to load everything.

"Miss Lin, are you opening a supermarket?" The deliveryman had been helping Lin Rou transport goods for over ten days, and although he was making a lot of money, he was almost exhausted.

"I don't think even the supermarkets have as much stock as you do here!" After resting for a while, the young man looked around again: "Opening a supermarket here won't work. The nearby villages are far away, and the city is even further away."

"I'm just temporarily leaving the things here; I'm not opening the supermarket," Lin Rou said coldly.

The young man was somewhat surprised, and seeing her cold and aloof demeanor, he didn't continue asking.

"Let's go back the way we came," Lin Rou instructed, then got back into the deliveryman's car and returned to the warehouse in the suburbs where they had started.

Lin Rou paid the deliveryman all the shipping fees for the past few days.

The deliveryman counted for a while, then said, "It's too much, Miss Lin. Actually, you could hire a truck and move it in two days. I don't need this much, just give me two thousand."

He figured the young girl didn't know any better and was paying way too much above market price, so he counted out a portion of the difference.

As he looked down, Lin Rou suddenly produced a fruit knife in her hand, and her eyes turned cold.

"Brother Liu! We've got a big job, come quick!"

A shout came from not far away, and the knife in Lin Rou's hand disappeared again. The deliveryman looked up at this moment and found that it was a colleague from the transport team. Hearing that there was a big job, he immediately gave the money to Lin Rou.

"Ms. Lin, here's your extra money back. I have work to do, so I'll be leaving now." He quickly drove up to his colleague.

Lin Rou just stared at his back, annoyed that a Cheng Yaojin had suddenly appeared out of nowhere...

There's not much time to act now; we'll see after the apocalypse. Right now, she still needs to find Zhou Yunan; she needs a batch of weapons. The apocalypse has just begun, and superpowers are useless. The people who have weapons are the most comfortable.

In this apocalyptic world, where humans are the butcher and she is the fish on the chopping block, she would rather be the butcher than the fish on the chopping block in this life.

...

Bai Yan didn't spend too much time on Lin Rou. She also had a lot of work to do in the lab. Since the zombie virus was known to exist, she needed to research both a cure and an antidote vaccine.

Currently, there are no zombie samples. She conducted several experiments using meteorites, cells extracted from isolated individuals, and Lin Rou's cells, and finally extracted the initial version of the vaccine.

"I heard that your antibiotic vaccine was successful today," Qin Lang said.

Bai Yan smiled: "Theoretically, it's a success, but we haven't had any inoculation experiments yet."

Experiments require volunteers, and volunteers for a 'zombie resistance vaccine' are definitely hard to find right now.

Qin Lang comforted her, saying, "It's alright, you've already done enough. Leave the rest to us."

Bai Yan opened her arms and was pulled into his embrace. "I'm exhausted. I want to rest and go on vacation."

Foreign countries did not heed China's warnings and made no preparations. With the deadline approaching, China is preparing to start quarantine to ensure domestic safety. Where to go on vacation?

But Qin Lang couldn't bear to refuse her directly: "Rest, of course you need to rest. You don't have to do anything when you get home. Didn't you say you wanted to eat beef last time? I asked the team to send some again. It's very fresh, air-freighted. I'll cut it tonight, and we'll have hot pot."

The beef Qin Lang mentioned was a specialty from his comrade's hometown on the grasslands. The Wagyu beef was fresh and tender; a thin layer was scraped off, blanched, and then dipped in sesame sauce, making it incredibly delicious. Bai Yan's mouth watered instantly.

"Then let's go back now."

"Okay." Qin Lang was about to get his car keys when Bai Yan's phone rang.

Bai Yan's expression changed slightly as she looked at Qin Lang: "It's Zhou Yunan."

Qin Lang glanced at her, his face visibly sour. Bai Yan could only coax him, "Don't be angry, I'll answer his call in front of you."

Qin Lang's brows were still furrowed, his gaze still fixed on Bai Yan.

“Baby, I’ve thought about this seriously lately. I think it’s because I don’t give you enough security, which is why you always make a fuss about things like ceremonies.” Zhou Yunan’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “Let’s get married.”

“You will be my rightful Mrs. Zhou, and from now on, you will be included in the Zhou family genealogy.”

"How about it? Aren't you so happy you can't speak?"

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