Chapter 37
Xiao Shengyun returned to the ward before the people outside broke down the door. He had done all he could, and the rest was none of his business.
When he saw the scene in the ward, he had another headache. The contaminant was dead, but the contaminated person's body was in a terrible state, with a large hole in his face. It would be difficult to explain no matter what.
However, at this point in time, the hospital probably isn't in the mood to pursue this matter.
Next to the hospital bed was a table with some black things on it. Xiao Shengyun picked it up and found it was a scale.
His gaze shifted to the corpse on the bed; the lower half of the body, the fishtail, was bald in a large patch, making it look very ugly.
Most of the scales were transparent, with only a black pattern around the edge. There was also a calendar on the table, with each date circled in red; the last red circle was from a week ago.
The trash can under the table contained many white crumpled pieces of paper, but no other trash.
Xiao Shengyun picked up the crumpled paper and unfolded it. It was a series of body donation agreements. When a patient signed the agreement, it was equivalent to giving themselves a death notice. There was a signature below it—Liu Yi.
There are about a dozen documents in this trash can, the earliest of which was dated a year ago.
Xiao Shengyun could even imagine the scene of this person signing the agreement. He was in great pain, as the pollution was slowly eroding every organ in his body. Scales began to grow on his body, and his skin was very itchy, but he dared not scratch it.
There was no mirror in the bathroom because every time Liu Yi opened her eyes, she could see herself gradually transforming, and her whole body ached so much that she became delirious.
The doctors gave him injections and medicine, but these medicines didn't do much and only made him feel worse. The door was always tightly closed. He wanted to go outside for some fresh air and see the sun, but in reality, he could only stay in this small room.
His body was rotting, and his soul was rotting too; he could even feel his body and soul gradually separating.
Perhaps one day he finally couldn't take it anymore and asked the doctor for a written agreement.
I brought paper and a pen, but I couldn't write anything for a long time.
He signed his name with very light pressure, and his black self became a rope around his neck, making it hard to breathe.
After signing the document, Liu Yi didn't sleep all night; he was like a prisoner who had set a sentence for himself.
So I wrote them again and again, and eventually those agreements piled up in my desk drawer.
He fought to the very last moment, until the pollutants completely eroded his brain.
Human beings are so small, yet so tenacious.
This battle against pollutants took place silently, unknown to anyone, with only a dozen or so sheets of paper recording everything.
Xiao Shengyun carefully laid them out flat and neatly stacked them together.
He then reported the pollution incident, but due to the incident on the rooftop, there was no response for a long time.
He then received a message from Ye Ting that the general offensive against the church would take place in three days, and all personnel stationed outside the church would be recalled.
It seems this department is getting busy.
Li Qianfang was naturally in no mood to worry about the pollutants. He reported Zhou Zhi's loss of control directly to the Supernatural Abilities Bureau. The superiors' instruction was that he must be escorted back to headquarters as soon as possible, and that violent means could be used if necessary.
There were many witnesses to this incident, and he couldn't very well kill everyone in the supervisory department. Besides, no matter how good his relationship with his junior brother was, Li Qianfang was not a person who would show favoritism.
Soon after, Zhou Zhi was brought back to headquarters. He had just woken up from those fragmented dreams, and his face showed an unusual discomfort and confusion.
He was locked inside the carriage, the walls of which were made of a material that could isolate pollution.
Noticing that he had woken up, He Jingming looked through the small glass window at the back of the carriage. His eyes were filled with pure curiosity. In addition to his identity as the director of the research institute, Zhou Zhi also had another well-known title: "Son of the Devil" - he was the only human who had survived from the inner world.
"Where is this?" Zhou Zhi moved his wrist, which was wearing a pair of handcuffs, but these were more for decoration than anything else.
"On the way back to the General Administration. Director Zhou, you're probably in big trouble this time. Although your research is impressive, the General Administration can't possibly allow someone with such high pollution levels to hold a normal position."
He Jingming's tone was not gloating, but very serious. The Action Department, the Island Nation, the Inspection Department, the General Administration... these agencies all have the same goal—to combat pollution. Even if there are occasional frictions, it is only because of different philosophies.
He Jingming was not familiar with Zhou Zhi, but he trusted and respected the scholar just the same.
“Not necessarily.” Zhou Zhi interlaced his fingers, his tone carrying a certain certainty.
"Oh, where does your confidence come from?" He Jingming raised an eyebrow. He hated it when people spoke in a cryptic manner.
“This research is classified and will not be leaked for the time being. Director He, aren’t you tired from twisting your body like that?” He changed the subject.
He Jingming was in the passenger seat, while Zhou Zhi was in the back of the car, so He Jingming kept his body turned to the side to chat with him.
"Tch. I hope you don't show up here." He Jingming didn't press the matter further. A seasoned veteran knew what to ask and what to do. He wasn't annoyed by the retort, but he felt that this person was a bit different from the rumors.
The two hadn't met much before, and their conversation ended there.
Zhou Zhi pinched his fingers; not long ago, they had a dry, brownish hue, but now they had returned to normal.
Someone helped him remove the pollution? Who was it?
He had been in a coma for several days and didn't want to have a dream. Instead, he recalled scattered fragments of memories.
The train carriage in front of him made the wasteland gradually blur, and he couldn't remember many details. He thought of his little pet again, wondering where it was now.
Given Zhou Zhi's current condition, he naturally couldn't be brought back to headquarters. He was taken to the confinement room of the Supervision Department, a place with a long history, as evidenced by the rusty iron door and the mangled body.
There were bloodstains on the walls, and the damp, stuffy room had a strange smell. Many people had died in this house.
"What's the problem? I advise you to stay here obediently. The director will be here soon." Seeing that Zhou Zhi's expression was not good, He Jingming became vigilant, fearing that the other party would lose control again.
"Oh. So if I want to go out, can you stop me?" Zhou Zhi glanced at him coldly, feeling that the other person was too confident.
Uh, it seems like we can't stop it.
He Jingming thought about the concentration of contamination in the ward at the time and estimated that he might not be able to defeat this out-of-control person.
Who would believe it if I told them? He, a man who has been executing polluters for years, couldn't beat a "weak" researcher.
"I just think it smells awful here, could you spray some air freshener?"
Does this kid think he's on vacation?
He Jingming's forehead veins bulged. He had a fierce reputation, and everyone was afraid of him. This was the first time he had encountered such a troublesome junior.
Not long after, an elderly man with gray hair walked into the solitary confinement room. This man was none other than Liu Xin, the director of the Supernatural Abilities Bureau.
The conversation lasted for an hour, with He Jingming standing guard at the door, worried that something might happen to the old director.
So when Liu Xin came out, He Jingming immediately went to greet him. He saw the other man's excited eyes, which were shining with immense joy.
what happened?
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