Chapter 111 Virus infection caused by remover

The sky was light gray-blue, and the air was filled with a crisp breath. On the treetops, sparse yellow leaves were hung with unmelted snowflakes, shining brightly under the sunlight.

The residents were wrapped in heavy clothes, and the breath they exhaled turned into white mist, intertwined with the thin morning mist, and slowly dissipated under the sunlight.

In the streets and alleys, hurried footsteps stepped on the snow, making a "squeaking" sound.

"Give orders to increase manpower and bring the situation under control."

"Governor... Governor, it's not a problem of manpower, but the scope is too wide!"

"How many people have eaten the things grown from the soil?"

"Hundreds in total, all in the superpower apartment."

Song Shinan was awakened by a violent knock on the door before dawn. Before he could ask what was going on, bad news came one after another.

First, the plants grown by the remover mutated, and everyone who ate the vegetables and fruits was infected with the virus.

Then a large number of swollen corpses floated out of an ice pond in Kyoto City, causing panic among the residents.

Finally... the last incident also involved his private laboratory that had just been approved a while ago.

"Go and tell the teachers in the laboratory not to go out these two days and wait for news at home."

The person he singled out quickly agreed, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction.

"Deal with the apartment first!"

Song Shinan washed up casually, grabbed his coat and ran straight to the apartment.

A cordon was set up outside the apartment, and only entry was allowed but not exit. The outsiders said that there was a murderer in the apartment and they were arresting the criminal.

The crowd of onlookers only took a look and then dispersed in pairs.

Song Shinan, who arrived, was slightly relieved, fortunately he did not cause panic among the people.

But at this time, the low roar of zombies was heard from the upper floor of the apartment, and the survivors who had not yet dispersed gathered around again, talking about it.

No, they had to be dispersed immediately.

Song Shinan made a phone call and said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone. The confidant hiding in the crowd understood Song Shinan's eyes, and after looking at his companions, he pretended to pass by and chattered about the price reduction and discount in the redemption mall today.

Compared with the hustle and bustle, the trivialities of life are more concerned by these survivors. When they heard about the discount, most of the onlookers dispersed. Even if there were still a few people left, they were forcefully driven away by the staff in the name of obstructing official business.

"What's the situation now?" Song Shinan went upstairs as soon as possible, carefully checking the environment in the corridor while asking his confidant beside him.

The confidant looked a little unhappy: "This morning, the patrol team saw an unconscious person lying on the ground downstairs of the apartment building. They thought it was a superpower who had exhausted his superpowers and fainted, so they hurried to check."

"As soon as they approached, the person who was paralyzed on the ground suddenly got up. His skin was blue-gray, his pupils were white, and his teeth had fangs. This was a sign of corpse transformation."

"The strange thing is that this superpower was still conscious. When his limbs were tied up, he was still struggling violently. The patrol team felt strange and detained him in an isolation room first."

"At dawn, several superpowers in this situation were seen near the apartment."

"After the medical staff checked, they found that these people had no external injuries, and there was no possibility of being scratched or bitten by zombies."

"Finally, after investigation, they all had one thing in common."

Song Shinan stopped, turned slightly to the side, and raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"

"The remover." The

confidant patted his chest, feeling that he had survived a disaster. When the remover was first introduced, he wanted to buy some to take home, but fortunately the price was high and the quantity was limited, so he didn't buy it.

"The remover? I remember it was something developed by Zhou Jun's subordinates." Song Shinan rarely paid attention to what endless new tricks would come out of the laboratory. His only impression of this thing was that dinner party.

"Yes, that's right. Most of the psychics who turned into corpses this time are people under Captain Zhou's command, or psychics who have a close personal relationship with him."

The elevator was blocked, and most of the psychics who turned into corpses were on high floors. Song Shinan kept climbing up, asking for information about the remover.

From his confidant, he learned that since the dinner, the remover developed by the brothers has attracted the attention of a large number of psychics, including those who hold great power in Kyoto.

The remover is expensive and scarce, and only a small number of psychics can buy it from Zhou Jun.

At first, the effect of the remover was obvious, and with the help of the wood psychic, the seeds quickly germinated in the soil and bore fruit.

However, no one expected that the virus in the soil was not eliminated, and the remover was not able to eliminate the virus. It was thought that its function was only to inhibit the virus.

The best news for Song Shinan was that the remover was not circulated among ordinary people, and the fruits produced were not put on the redemption mall.

Otherwise, he simply couldn't believe how chaotic the base would be now.

The situation can still be controlled.

The confidant was dry-mouthed, dragging his tired body, and stepped onto the last step breathlessly.

The yellow cordon was also drawn at the entrance of the stairs.

The lights in the corridor of the apartment were dim and dark, and there was an unnoticeable dullness and depression in the air. The white walls were stained with red bloodstains, which were traces left by the battle between the patrol team and the corpse mutant not long ago. The dried blood showed an ominous dark red under the weak light, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

At both ends of the corridor, the half-open doors swayed gently in the wind, making a "creaking" sound, and the mutant who lived on this floor showed his eyes from the gap in the door.

Some people stared at the bloodstains on the wall, their faces full of disbelief, while others clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white from excessive force, their eyes full of fear and anger.

In this space intertwined with panic and boredom, someone finally pushed open the door, and after being blocked by the security guard, he yelled: "Why don't you let us out! We haven't been bitten by zombies! You are illegally detaining us!"

Song Shinan stopped, turned around, and his eyes fell on the man with a ferocious face.

Although the man was full of anger, his slightly trembling voice still revealed his nervousness and fear.

He walked forward, clamped the man's flailing arms, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "Please cooperate with the investigation."

"Investigate what! I didn't..."

The man finally noticed that the man in front of him was the famous Governor Song, not someone he could afford to offend, so he restrained his stern attitude, shrank his neck, and dared not say a word.

Song Shinan snorted coldly, put down the man's hand, walked under the light, looked solemn, spoke in a slightly cold tone, and said, "Someone will take you to quarantine in a while. The virus has a long incubation period. I don't care whether you have eaten vegetables and fruits grown with the remover. You need to be quarantined for seven days."

According to the preliminary test of medical staff and the investigation results of staff, the first mutant who was transformed was found to be abnormal three or four days ago.

Most of the mutants living in the apartment are high-level mutants. They rarely go to the outer city or crowded places. They are mostly active in the inner city, so the search range can be reduced.

Even so, the work of investigation and quarantine will not be easy.

When thinking of the mess that would follow, Song Shinan's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.

The oppressive feeling from him made these psychics dare not have any objections. They lowered their heads and followed the staff to the isolation.

Song Shinan sighed, rubbed his swollen temples, and felt tired.

As for the frozen pond where the swollen corpse was seen under the ice, it was not within his jurisdiction, so this case could be put aside for the time being.

He walked to the window, and a gust of cold wind blew, lifting the strands of hair in front of his forehead. The coldness blew away the fatigue in his body. Song Shinan looked into the distance, and suddenly felt at a loss.

The last thing about the laboratory involved Gu Bingchen and a few others. I think I should discuss it with them.

The slightly confused brain was awakened by the cold wind, and he suddenly remembered the news he had found out two days ago. Song Shinan let out a long sigh, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of his lips. He secretly complained that the anger of the next few months might be exhausted today.

Let's find a time to have dinner and talk about all these messy things.

"So... this is why you asked us out on the eve of the Little New Year?" Gu Bingchen rolled his eyes at the time chosen by Song Shinan with a wooden face.

He originally planned to go out with Jiang Yunqi on the Little New Year's Day in the north, but everything was messed up by this bastard.

Song Shinan laughed dryly and said, "I have to find a suitable time. You know that when you are in a high position, there are always a group of wild dogs and wolves hiding in the dark."

Gu Bingchen was a little impatient: "Why didn't I notice that you were talking so much nonsense before?"

"Aren't you curious whether those quarantined people are carrying the virus?" Seeing that no one was curious to ask, Song Shinan was very uncomfortable.

It was still Gu Huan and Chu Wanyue who cooperated with him, showing puzzled expressions.

Song Shinan coughed twice awkwardly: "They are all fine, don't worry."

"As for the reason, I don't know too much. Professional matters should be explained by professionals. If you are curious, I will go back and find two medical staff to talk to you?"

The second half of the sentence was said to Gu Huan.

Gu Hua shook her head: "That's not necessary, but I'm curious, what happened to the two brothers who provided the remover?"

When Song Shinan mentioned these two people, his tone was calm, but there was a layer of coldness in his eyes: "Dead, when Zhou Jun was forced to arrest them, he found that the two had committed suicide at home and had been dead for a long time."

"Dead?"

Because of shock, Gu Hua's tone rose, and her expression was full of shock.

Those two people who colluded with each other actually died like this?

No matter how you look at it, it feels very fake.

"Well, a forensic doctor looked at it and the time of death was no more than three days. In addition, the weather is cold now, and the body is not rotten."

He also didn't believe that these two people would commit suicide and leave a suicide note to apologize.

This is all too coincidental. It would be strange if there was no one behind this.

"Today's topic is not this."

Song Shinan drank a sip of cold tea, looked at the steam rising from the hot water kettle beside him, and said with a little puzzlement: "As far as I know, most of the private laboratories in Dijing are now forced to close, leaving only the official laboratories."

"The reason given is to avoid the tragedy of the last time."

"And the person who proposed this suggestion is Luo Yiqi."