Chapter 81: The Little Master of the Apocalypse (Yuhui) 28 Gentle
A City Central Hospital.
The smell of disinfectant that originally filled every corner of the hospital has long been replaced by the smell of blood.
Zhao Zemu sat in a corner, his face with strong and smooth contours expressionless, his thick black brows tightly furrowed. He was wrapping the wound with bandages. After taking off his combat uniform, the muscle lines on his arms bulged with effort looked extremely hormonal.
He glanced at his wound, his eyes darkening slightly.
This damn place, City A, fell at the very beginning of the apocalypse, and until now it is simply a large-scale ghost-breeding ground. Since entering the suburbs of City A, their combat team has encountered countless mutated zombies, and the space has accumulated a large number of crystal cores dissected from the zombies' brains.
This is very strange.
Even though it was the first to fall, the zombies here shouldn't mutate so quickly. The level of the mutated zombies he encountered was close to his own ability.
"Captain, we've collected all the coded information. Would you like to see it?"
"Give me."
Zhao Zemu raised his arm and tore off the remaining bandage with his teeth. He took the drawing handed to him by the deputy captain and calmly judged the information that these regular codes were supposed to convey. However, the more he read, the uglier his face became, until it was so gloomy in the end.
The reason he was still staying in City A was, firstly, because there was still no news of Song Qingqing's whereabouts. Logically speaking, with her special abilities, it would be impossible for her to leave City A in such a short time. Secondly,...
His eyes fixed on the coded information, a little cold.
The second reason was that this was a code that seemed to have been left behind intentionally by someone unknown. Zhao Zemu was very familiar with this way of compiling information. When he was in the team, he often performed tasks responsible for the safety of think tank members, so he had also systematically studied the think tank's information compilation knowledge.
The string of codes presented before him was composed using the think tank's information coding method.
There is no doubt about the people in City A.
Naturally, his primary target on this trip was Ye Si, a former think tank member whose status in the think tank institute was second only to Zhou Zhanyun.
The fingers suddenly closed, and then slowly loosened, and the drawing that turned into ashes was blown away by the wind.
Zhao Zemu's dark eyes flashed with a cold light like a wolf's. He put on his combat jacket and said in a deep voice, "Break out immediately. Change the destination to the Central Base Research Institute."
Regardless of whether the information conveyed by Director Ye is true or false, he will go to the research institute to confirm it in person.
If what he said was true, then it was really that he, Zhao Zemu, was being cheated by Zhou Zhanyun without even knowing it.
The deputy captain's expression was a little stunned. He subconsciously asked, "Brother Mu, if you don't want to find..."
Speaking of Song Qingqing, the deputy captain was a little stuck for a moment, not knowing what to call her. But from Mu Ge's mental state recently, it was not difficult to see that he was afraid that he had fallen for that pure and beautiful girl this time.
Zhao Zemu chuckled softly, "She was taken back to the central base by her brother a long time ago. She's probably enjoying herself there."
If nothing unexpected happened, given that girl's delicate and timid personality, she would have been tortured badly by Zhou Zhanyun, who never spoiled her at all.
Thinking that this little guy might have been planning to escape from him from the beginning, Zhao Zemu couldn't help but grit his teeth. It would be better if he didn't catch this guy.
At the Central Base Research Institute, people coming and going were wearing snow-white lab coats and heading to their respective research departments in an orderly manner.
Just as Song Qingqing was lying in Zhou Zhanyun's arms in a sticky and confused state, there was a polite and regular knock on the door of his laboratory, and the man's voice was heard through the voice transmission system in the room.
"Professor Zhou, headquarters asked me to inform you that a new member will be joining our institute soon. We may need you to guide him through the institute's new employee training."
The unexpected knock on the door and the voices woke up the drowsy Song Qingqing instantly. She subconsciously tensed her body and grabbed Zhou Zhanyun's white lab coat which had been wrinkled by her. She looked up at Zhou Zhanyun with her steamy eyes in panic, but could only see his sharp jaw.
Song Qingqing couldn't help but tug at his collar again, signaling him to quickly answer the person outside. Zhou Zhanyun frowned slightly at the sudden feeling of confiscation, as if he wanted to swallow it whole. He calmly and rationally controlled the edge of losing control, picked him up, and casually walked to the door with his long legs. The walk was even more torturous. The crystal clear experimental reagents dripped onto the spotless ground.
Song Qingqing bit her lips hard to prevent the sound from escaping between her lips and teeth.
When her back touched the cold door, Song Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly. She subconsciously leaned forward, but it seemed more like she was walking into a trap. Seeing her nervous look like a frightened rabbit, Zhou Zhanyun chuckled softly. He slowly and heavily rolled over the bottle mouth that she kept sipping and biting, listening to the pleasant sound of water, and said nonchalantly in her ear, "Why are you so nervous? The laboratory is built with top-notch materials. If it can't even block out this little noise, it's ridiculous."
"But, Qingqing, please don't speak while I'm talking."
As he spoke, Zhou Zhanyun raised his hand and pressed the button on the voice transmission system beside the door. His cold voice was as indifferent as ever, "I understand. Just ask that person to come see me when the time comes."
The researcher outside the door scratched his head and responded.
Was it his imagination? Professor Zhou's voice seemed a little hoarse today, like a grainy ice cube sliding across the surface of ice. He must have been tired from explaining and analyzing experimental data to them.
It’s also because their comprehension is indeed not as good as Professor Zhou’s, and they always need him to explain it several times before they can understand.
Thinking of this, the researcher couldn't help feeling a little guilty and left quietly, fearing to disturb the professor who was conducting experiments inside.
While Zhou Zhanyun was speaking, he seemed to have accidentally used a little too much force. Song Qingqing opened her eyes wide, and her fingertips, which were clutching the fabric of Zhou Zhanyun's lab coat, turned slightly white. When she was about to make a sound, a cold, white, slender hand tightly covered her lips. The palm was so slender that it could easily cover half of her face.
Song Qingqing stared at Zhou Zhanyun, whose expression remained cold and calm, and instantly realized that this bastard did it on purpose.
She was so angry that she couldn't help but bite his palm.
After turning off the voice transmission system, Zhou Zhanyun released his hand, his eyes slightly lowered, and his gaze fell on the clearly visible tooth mark on his palm. The tooth mark was not deep, just a small and delicate one. He was not angry, but raised his hand and touched Song Qingqing's teeth with his fingertips. "Biting people randomly is not a good habit. How did you develop it? You have bitten many people before?"
The tone was indifferent, neither cold nor hot, but it made people's scalps tingle inexplicably.
Song Qingqing suddenly didn't dare to say anything. No matter how confused she was, she could vaguely guess that she probably couldn't say that she had bitten Zhao Zemu and Ye Si in the current situation, otherwise she would be severely punished by him.
Zhou Zhanyun didn't mind. After all, she was lying obediently in his arms, so there was no need for him to bother with things that should have been discarded long ago. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't bite anything dirty in the future. Remember that."
Song Qingqing turned her head away and didn't answer him. He didn't allow her to bite randomly, but she insisted on biting everywhere, and she wanted to bite hard.
The result of being rebellious and disobedient was that she was thoroughly beaten from the inside out. By the end of the experiment, Song Qingqing could no longer shed tears. She could only vaguely feel the injection, which was warm and cool, slightly below body temperature, but seemed to be slightly warmer than Ye Si's completely cold temperature.
Zhou Zhanyun, who claimed to have never been involved in this kind of experiment, poured the experimental reagents into the container with an expressionless face until it overflowed. Such behavior seemed inconsistent with his usually calm and indifferent face.
Once the experiment started, Song Qingqing couldn't stop the subsequent progress at all. She felt that what Zhou Zhanyun had repeatedly emphasized to her before about a healthy and regular biological clock was pure bullshit. His current biological clock was simply at the level of hell.
Who can stop in the early morning and get up so early to go to the laboratory? This is so energetic that it is almost inhumane.
Every day, Song Qingqing was taken to the laboratory with a dead heart. She couldn't even open her eyes. She naturally climbed into Zhou Zhanyun's arms, found a comfortable angle, and then fell asleep peacefully in the laboratory. She also slept soundly in the laboratory without any worries.
I don’t know why, but Zhou Zhanyun was very indulgent towards her during this period. He would do experiments in the experimental area, but would let Song Qingqing sleep in the rest area at his workstation.
By slightly turning her head, she could see Song Qingqing sleeping soundly on the table, her fair and beautiful face resting on her arm, her breathing long and even, her sleeping face peaceful. The simulated sunlight outside the window gave her a layer of soft white light, making her look pure, harmless, fragile and clean.
Zhou Zhanyun withdrew his gaze indifferently and looked at the yellowish and transparent plasma sample in his hand. His brows suddenly frowned. He wondered if he had been too indulgent towards her during this period. She had not done what a laboratory assistant should do.
With this thought in mind, Zhou Zhanyun walked silently to the side of Song Qingqing who was sleeping on the table. He stretched out his hand, but when he touched her warm cheek, his movements paused for a moment. But only in this moment, he pinched her cheek and said, "Wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingqing, whose good sleep was disturbed, hummed, as if she was chilled by the slightly cool temperature of Zhou Zhanyun's fingertips, and subconsciously buried her cheek in her arms.
"Brother, I'm so sleepy, please spare me..."
The girl's voice was soft and thin, as if she was trying her best to snuggle into someone's arms and act coquettishly. She even rubbed her face against the back of his hand. She was really in a bad mood when she woke up. Zhou Zhanyun's silver-gray eyes, as cold as inorganic matter, were filled with incomprehensible emotions. He raised his hand slightly, and his slender fingers touched the girl's long black hair. The hair was smooth, as if he was touching some fine silk. His fingertips unconsciously passed through the hair while he was stunned, as if he was combing the hair of a small animal.
The originally indifferent and unkind expression on Zhou Zhanyun's face seemed to have softened a lot at some point.
He withdrew his hand, then leaned forward slightly, lowering his head. His cool lips kissed the tip of Song Qingqing's fair ear: "I'll let you sleep for a while. When you wake up, come with me to the high-risk laboratory."
"Did you hear that?"
The question was asked so softly that it was unclear whether he was asking himself or the sleeping girl.
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