One of the researchers, a researcher from Azure, discovered a rash on her body and decided to stay indoors. However, this did not delay the onset of the disease in others.
That afternoon, two more researchers from Azure developed rashes. After discussing it, the three locked themselves together and recorded each other's health conditions.
Mr. Lan visited them once in the evening. The researchers were experiencing a faster onset of illness than before, coughing up blood, local ulceration, and extensive swelling. They were completely unable to swallow food and could only drink small amounts of water.
Twelve hours after the rash appeared, the researcher who initially worked on the rash was too weak to hold a pen.
She recorded her final moments with video equipment before ending her life to prevent herself from mutating into a hairy monster.
Inside the room, the other two recorded the changes in her body after her death, discovering that suicide could only delay the mutation, not stop it. This differed greatly from Azure's initial research findings; they knew the fungus was completely out of control.
In the early hours of the morning, Mr. Lan discovered that all three people were dead.
In the player group, besides Shi Jinzheshehe and Xiao Ji's five-person temporary team, there is also a small group of seven people sticking together.
The researchers who saw the dead had hair growing on their faces. The small group of seven cleaned up the three corpses in case they were unable to cope with them after they mutated completely.
They dismembered the body and flushed it down the drain, and no one objected.
Mr. Lan, holding a notebook and a video recorder, stood next to Lan Tuwen of the petrochemical company. "Second Uncle, all of Azure's other research data are with you, right?"
"What, you really want to become a celebrity who escapes from a desperate situation?"
"I want to, but not in the way you think." Mr. Lan lowered his eyes, the handwriting on his notebook shifting from neat and strong to flimsy and scattered.
None of them are innocent.
Lan Tuwen was the mastermind, and these people were accomplices. More than 200,000 people participated in this conspiracy-driven massacre, and everyone involved should be tried.
He wanted to go out and tell everyone everything that had happened here, and that the records made by the three researchers before their deaths were the remedy.
"Second Uncle, compared to those who have lost their relatives and friends, our names are nothing more than being cursed a few times."
"You always give in halfway through doing bad things; you'll never achieve anything great in your life if you keep doing that."
"If I can escape, this one big thing will be worth many others." Mr. Lan's words pierced Lan Tuwen's heart. He closed his eyes, wanting to avoid seeing it.
Shekh, who was watching the two talking, said to Lan Tuwen, "His greatest success is making you fail."
What was just a painful blow is now a blatant attack on the soul.
Lan Tuwen couldn't even take a deep breath. Things started going off track when Mr. Lan let these weirdos into the Azure Building. He was furious!
His displeasure makes Sheikh feel better.
She left the viewing window, took a couple of steps and then felt lazy. She raised her hand towards Shi Jinzhe and said, "Carry me back."
Xiao Ji, wearing a mask, was squatting in an inconspicuous corner waiting for Mr. Lan. When he saw that Shi Jin was about to leave with his arms around him, he quickly called out, "Hey, brother, wait a minute."
Shi Jinzhe didn't realize that this was a call to him, and continued walking without stopping.
"Hey boss up ahead, wait for me."
Hearing the person behind him still calling, he hesitated for a moment. Was they calling him? No way, but there didn't seem to be anyone else around. He couldn't possibly be calling Shekh.
Seeing him slow down, Xiao Ji quickened her pace, calling out again, "Handsome, don't move! Please don't go!"
Hearing the footsteps catching up, Shi Jinzhe was certain that they were calling him.
"Is there something you need?"
"You won't recognize me if I wear a gas mask?" Xiao Ji didn't like wearing it either, but he had no choice but to wear it for safety.
"Are you Xiao Ji?"
“Yes, yes, yes,” he said. “I have something to tell you.”
Shi Jin asked, "What is it?"
Shekh looked over as well, and then noticed that the boy's eyes under the mask suddenly closed.
Xiao Ji kept his eyes closed, not daring to look directly at her. "I've noticed that this hairy monster doesn't seem to be one of those zombie-like creatures. I've been observing the monsters outside for a long time today, and sometimes they exhibit very human-like behaviors."
"Humanized?"
"Yes, although they were originally human, some of their behaviors are contradictory, as if... they are still human."
Xiao Ji squinted at the road ahead, led the two to the window, and pointed to the hairy monster downstairs, "Look at that."
Those were two hairy monsters gnawing on building debris. At first glance, they seemed harmless, but upon closer inspection, you would notice that their bodies tensed up, their necks retracted, and they would even smirk as they chewed on the rocks, clearly resisting the activity.
"When I was in class, I heard about a kind of zombie fungus that can control the behavior of its host, and the host may remain conscious until death."
"So, the hairy monster still retains human consciousness?"
“I have this idea.” Xiao Ji wasn’t entirely sure. “I’m telling you this mainly because I think if they still have any sense, they might target this building even more in the next two days.”
Xiao Ji had seriously considered this: if it were him, even if the fungus didn't control him, he would report it to the police and kill all the people at Azure.
"So, could we cooperate again if we encounter danger? I'll take care of Mr. Lan, and you two... hehe, lead the way." He was a little embarrassed. "I really can't beat the hairy monster. That thing is like an impenetrable wall now."
"Where are your four teammates?"
"It's temporary. I'll help them if I can, and if I can't, they'll have to fend for themselves."
"We'll think about it and tell you the answer tomorrow." Shi Jinzhe didn't agree immediately; it was too late, and he wanted to go back to his room to rest first.
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The clock struck three in the morning on the twenty-eighth day.
Shekh was awakened by the increasingly strong stench; she pulled the blanket over her head, but to no avail.
The smell was stronger than ever before, and she felt like her nose was going to give out if she kept breathing.
To make himself more comfortable, Sheikh decided to get out of bed to get some water.
Her excellent night vision allowed her to see the yellowish air; the room looked like it was filled with a small sandstorm, with an abnormally high concentration of spores.
Sheh slowed her breathing, and as she passed the folded sleeping bag, smelling its fragrance, she hesitated for a moment, then with a flick of her tail, tossed the person onto the bed.
Never mind, my own comfort is the most important thing.
The bed sank, and even though it was a soft bed, Shi Jin woke up after being thrown around like that.
He had barely opened his eyes when a figure leaned close, a faint warmth brushing against his neck, and Sher's nose brushing against his bent chin.
Shi Jin tilted his head back, trying to avoid touching her face to his, "...Are you feeling unwell?"
"Air."
After Shekh finished speaking, Shi Jinzhe shifted his attention away from her and then smelled a nauseating, fishy stench.
Sheikh has a keen sense of smell; if he finds it uncomfortable, then she must find it even more unbearable.
"I'll give you the umbrella for sunny days, but you have to let go of me first."
This is far too dangerous.
That tail was anything but obedient; its icy, cool belly scales curled up the hem of his clothes, instinctively trying to entwine and rub against him.
"That one doesn't smell as good as yours."
Shekh lay on top of him, pressing his arms against Shi Jinzhe's broken shoulders, wishing he could squeeze into his body to breathe.
She reminded Shi Jinzhe, "Take antibacterial pills now, tomorrow won't be peaceful."
"Then you have to let me go first..."
"I didn't touch your hand."
...
Shi Jinzhe's excuse failed, so he had no choice but to eat the prop first and then think of another way.
After a long while, she still wouldn't let go, so Shi Jinzhe finally had to say, "Shehe, I can't sleep like this."
"I can."
“…Okay.” Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes. “Then could you please stop wrapping your snake tail around me, especially around my waist? It’s really not friendly to me.”
"I don't."
"You have a tail."
Shekh stopped rubbing against his neck and said to him in a very serious tone, "Time will come, I am a snake."
"..."
Shi Jinzhe held his breath, wanting to say that he was scared!
Also, your upper body is a person too!
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