Chapter 84: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 31 Answers
Song Qingqing, whose hair stood on end at the sight of these two gazes falling on her at the same time, was sweating profusely as she took advantage of the chaos to escape from the central research institute from the crowd. But after she really escaped, she didn't know where to go.
Not knowing where Ye Si lived, she didn't dare go back to Zhou Zhanyun's residence.
He couldn't go back to the laboratory anymore. If he did, he would be in big trouble and get severely punished by Zhou Zhanyun.
Why hasn't this damn doomsday mission been successfully completed yet? She can't stand staying in the laboratory every day looking at the pile of horrible experimental samples and boring experimental data.
Feeling a little bored, Song Qingqing walked aimlessly in the base, feeling uneasy, and she didn't even have time to take off her white lab coat.
While thinking, she habitually reached into her pocket and pinched it. When she pinched a few compressed biscuits, she paused. It seemed that Zhou Zhanyun had put these in her pocket, telling her to sit next to him and chew her teeth, and not to be clingy and act coquettishly with him when he was busy.
Song Qingqing curled her lips in disgust. She would only act like a spoiled child to survive when she made a mistake or made Zhou Zhanyun angry. Otherwise, she would not bother to do so. After all, Zhou Zhanyun was so terrifyingly calm when he was angry, which gave people goosebumps.
When passersby at the base saw Song Qingqing wearing a lab coat with the logo of the central research institute, they couldn't help but look back frequently, then lowered their heads and spontaneously made way for her. Only after she left did they dare to gather together to whisper and discuss, and then expressions of awe and fear appeared on their faces.
Awe, but fear, that's a contradiction.
Song Qingqing, who was immersed in thinking about how to escape from Zhou Zhanyun, had no energy to pay attention to these things. Or rather, she had never cared about the existence outside the mission world and the mission object. It had been like this since the first mission world.
Song Qingqing sighed and decided to start. At worst, she could just act coquettishly and kiss Zhou Zhanyun and he would say something nice to her. She had almost figured out Zhou Zhanyun's temper. Although he was very sharp-tongued, he would subconsciously protect her with his hands every time. It was quite contradictory. Sometimes Song Qingqing couldn't understand what he was thinking.
She had unknowingly walked to the slums outside the base. As she was thinking, the corner of her white lab coat was suddenly tugged gently.
Song Qingqing lowered her head and met a pair of childish eyes, which were round, black, and shining with a clear light, looking very pitiful.
It was a little girl who had become unrecognizable due to hunger. She had a palm-sized face and a pointed chin. She looked only six or seven years old.
"elder sister."
When Song Qingqing looked at her, the little girl subconsciously shrank back, seeming a little scared, but still forced herself to call her. Her voice was a little hoarse, probably because she hadn't had any water or food for a while.
Seeing that Song Qingqing seemed unmoved, the little girl showed a pleading look in her eyes.
Faced with such pleading eyes, Song Qingqing's heart paused slightly. She looked around at the surrounding environment, frowned, then stopped and squatted down.
When the little girl noticed Song Qingqing's frown, her hand trembled slightly, but she still did not let go.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingqing could see that she was afraid of her, and tried to make her voice soft and gentle, for fear of scaring her again.
The little girl asked her in a low voice, "Sister, are you here to pick a test subject?"
Song Qingqing stood there in a daze.
Experimental subjects, what experimental subjects? Why would she choose experimental subjects from the place where the survivors lived? Moreover, she did not see any human experimental subjects in Zhou Zhanyun's laboratory or the K1 high-risk laboratory. She only saw large experimental specimens that had no vital signs and were obviously dead due to the virus or other reasons.
There are two major research institutes in the base, one is the central research institute where Zhou Zhanyun is located, and the other is the Baige Research Institute.
Recently, because the Baige Research Institute has achieved fruitful research results, the base seems to want to suppress Zhou Zhanyun's power, so it specially invited Ye Si.
At present, it seems that Zhou Zhanyun is not as crazy as described in the book, so the one who did such a thing... can only be the Baige Research Institute.
Song Qingqing didn't know how to answer for a moment. She seemed to understand why the little girl was so scared when she first saw her, because according to her observation, the survivors in this area lowered their heads and hurried away when they saw her.
Seeing that Song Qingqing didn't say anything, the little girl continued cautiously: "Sister, can I exchange a little food with you?"
"Just a little bit is enough. Mom was accidentally injured while building the base's protective wall. We have no one to earn food at home now. Mom hasn't eaten for three days..." The little girl's hands were still shaking, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably. She was obviously very scared. "I... I heard that the research institute is currently looking for volunteers of all ages to participate in drug trials. Volunteers will be paid. I... Can I?"
Of course not.
Song Qingqing wanted to refuse her proposal without thinking, but after seeing the little girl's eyes notice that her thoughts were gradually dimming, she changed her mind and said, "Take me to your house first."
After passing through countless tents, Song Qingqing was finally brought to the home the little girl mentioned.
It can't be called a home either. In Song Qingqing's eyes, it was just a dirty and tattered tent. When she opened it, a strange smell that was hard to describe hit her face, so much so that Song Qingqing couldn't help but frown.
"An An is back?" The woman on the bed struggled for a few times to sit up, and called the little girl next to Song Qingqing in a hoarse and rough voice. The little girl named An An immediately went over and helped her up.
However, when she sat up and saw Song Qingqing standing at the door, the woman's face changed drastically, and she subconsciously protected An An behind her.
"Ms. Researcher, may I ask why you are here? Even if the institute is short of volunteers under the age of ten, An An will not join."
Although the woman looked alert, she spoke respectfully and fearfully, and expressed her thoughts firmly.
When Song Qingqing saw the woman's legs wrapped in dirty gauze and stained with blood, she sighed and pulled the logo of the Central Research Institute on her chest. "Don't be afraid, I'm not a member of the Baige Institute. I'm a researcher affiliated with the Central Research Institute."
"Perhaps you've heard of the experimental project that can grant ordinary people simple superpowers, under the name of Professor Zhou Zhanyun."
Of course, I can’t be called a researcher yet, I can only be called a research assistant.
As it turned out, the reputation of the Central Research Institute among the survivors did seem to be better than that of the Baige Research Institute, but it was not much better. When the woman heard the words "Central Research Institute", her vigilant and frightened expression was obviously eased a lot.
Because during the trial operation phase of that superpower project, many human survivors who could not bear the pain of virus-transformed cells died, but Zhou Zhanyun did not seem to care much about the life and death of these people. He only cared about the success rate of cell transformation and evolution. After all, in his eyes, who was born lacking empathy, those who died and voluntarily accepted the transformation might just be failed experimental subjects.
"Don't worry, I'm not here looking for experimental subjects or anything. I just heard... An An said you were injured, so I came to see you."
"An An, go and untie the gauze on your mother." Song Qingqing pointed at the woman's legs that were obviously at risk of infection.
It was obvious that the woman's home did not have enough supplies to exchange for medicine, and even the wound could only be hastily bandaged with gauze that was found from somewhere.
"Okay!" An An responded crisply, trotted over, and carefully untied the gauze.
As Song Qingqing expected, the strange smell came from the woman's legs. The hideous wounds with blood and flesh exposed were already showing signs of inflammation.
Song Qingqing sighed in her heart and stepped forward under the uneasy gaze of the woman. Fortunately, she still had the anti-inflammatory drugs, gauze and gloves that Zhou Zhanyun had given her before in her other pocket. Zhou Zhanyun said that these were new anti-inflammatory drugs he developed, and the efficacy was much better than the commonly used drugs.
When the anti-inflammatory powder was sprinkled on her, the woman let out an uncontrollable cry of pain, her legs twitching subconsciously, but she held it back. She was very careful and timidly told Song Qingqing about her past before she came to the base.
Her husband was also a psychic, but he died on the way to the central base. He was killed. As for the reason for the murder, the woman didn't say it, but Song Qingqing knew it too. It was nothing more than a fight for resources.
The woman kept on talking about how if he were still alive, life would be much easier for mother and daughter.
Song Qingqing looked up at the woman without saying a word. She only breathed a sigh of relief after wrapping the clean gauze around her.
This was her first time dealing with this kind of wound, and it was Zhou Zhanyun who taught her, saying that this was to prevent her from getting injured due to her clumsiness and not knowing how to deal with it.
For the first time, she silently thanked Zhou Zhanyun in her heart for the dark teaching time.
The woman sat on the bed in a daze, staring at the neatly bandaged wound on her leg. She couldn't believe that those researchers, whom she never saw on weekdays, would be willing to come to a place like the slums and even treat her wound with their own hands.
Before the woman could react and say thank you, Song Qingqing left. Before leaving, she placed the two compressed biscuits in her pocket on the stool with a missing leg.
After dealing with all this, Song Qingqing's mood had become unusually calm, and her desire to leave this mission world as soon as possible had also reached its peak.
On the way out of the slums, we passed by many equally dirty tents and heard many painful cries and calls for help, but no one would respond to them because they were just consumables, and consumables that had no use value at all.
As ordinary people without special abilities, their only value is to serve as human shields in the scavenging team or to build the base's protective infrastructure.
After returning home, Song Qingqing sat on the sofa for a long time, her expression a little empty and dull, then she closed her eyes, lay down quietly, and slowly curled up into a ball.
So, she didn't like this doomsday mission world at all. Reading the plot outline was one thing, but when these words appeared clearly and cruelly in front of her, it was still a little hard to accept.
This is also why she subconsciously ignored the existence of people other than the mission object.
Zhou Zhanyun returned home with a cold and violent look on his face. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the girl curled up in a small ball on the sofa. She didn't even take off her lab coat. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and even... her long eyelashes were wet, as if she had just cried. She looked very pitiful.
It makes people feel like their hearts are being pinched by a big hand, causing a suffocating and uncomfortable feeling.
Occasionally, when he came back late from the institute, Song Qingqing would lie on the sofa waiting for him like this, but she would never look as pitiful as today.
Zhou Zhanyun, who had been annoyed by Ye Si all day, frowned subconsciously, then slowly relaxed his brows, and the hostility in his silver-gray eyes gradually faded away.
On the first day that Director Ye arrived at the central research institute, he gave Zhou Zhanyun a big surprise. He submitted an application to exchange research assistants. The person he wanted to exchange was naturally Song Qingqing, who was by Zhou Zhanyun's side.
The reason was actually to follow Zhou Zhanyun's previous rhetoric to let Song Qingqing come to his personal laboratory. He said that Song Qingqing was originally his assistant at S University, and he also gave Zhou Zhanyun an especially high position, saying that with his ability, he probably didn't need a research assistant.
Ye Si also came to Zhou Zhanyun's personal laboratory with a smile on his face and thanked him in a formal manner for taking care of Song Qingqing during this period.
Zhou Zhanyun didn't hesitate and inserted the scalpel into the back of Ye Si's hand with an expressionless face, but Ye Si was unmoved. He still pulled out the scalpel with a harmless smile, carefully disinfected it, and put it back into the container containing surgical instruments.
He knew very well that Ye Si was a zombie, and he was personally observing it in real time, although it was not clear how this guy passed the inspection of the central base.
Zhou Zhanyun had been accumulating anger for a whole day, but when he saw Song Qingqing, all of it disappeared.
Zhou Zhanyun felt even worse when he found that his anger suddenly dissipated. He walked straight to the sofa and sat down. He lowered his eyes and looked calmly and indifferently at the girl curled up beside his legs. He wondered expressionlessly whether he had been too indulgent to her recently.
Leng Bai raised his slender hand slightly, and his cold fingertips touched the girl's wet eyelashes, wiping away the remaining tears.
"Why are you crying?" Zhou Zhanyun said calmly. He hadn't even settled the score with her yet, and she was already so pitiful. He didn't know if he was asking the drowsy Song Qingqing or himself.
When something cool touched her cheek, Song Qingqing, who had been sleeping uneasily, opened her eyes drowsily. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty, and she saw Zhou Zhanyun in her hazy vision.
Song Qingqing, who was not yet awake, hugged him as usual, sat on Zhou Zhanyun's lap with her legs apart, grabbed his coat with her hands, buried her face in his chest, and smelled the slightly cold scent of his body. Perhaps because she had just woken up, she called Zhou Zhanyun softly.
"Brother, are you back?"
return......
The tone of the two words was not heavy, but they suddenly hit my heart.
Zhou Zhanyun took a deep breath, reached out with a cold expression and held the half-sleeping person in his arms to prevent her from slipping and falling, but he stopped when he touched her empty pockets. He frowned, and his expression, which had finally relaxed a little, quickly cooled down.
"When were you injured?"
"Hmm." Song Qingqing, whose consciousness was still confused, hugged his neck and shook her head, "I'm not hurt."
The last question was asked softly.
"Brother, when will the apocalypse end?"
Zhou Zhanyun, with an expressionless face, remained silent. He held Song Qingqing in his arms and stood up.
This is a question without an answer, and the answer lies within her, but he doesn't need the answer left by Song's father.
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