Chapter 10 Civilized Sinner 10

Song Yanghui had just returned from hunting in the wild when he discovered that his younger brother, who usually waited for him outside in advance, was nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong, boss?" Pan Yi had just finished handing over to the guard at the city gate. When he turned around, he saw his serious face and felt confused. "We hunted down an A-level zombie this time and peeled off the complete energy gold from it."

"This is a great success. Captain, you can use it to buy Jiale a more comfortable robotic arm."

"I didn't see Jiale." Song Yanghui still looked ahead worriedly. This time when he came back, he felt that there were fewer people moving around on the streets. Did something happen in the base?

"I have to go back and take a look first." He was still worried, "Please help me with the rest."

Then he handed the weapon bag he was carrying to Pan Yi, turned around and quickly instructed Pan Yi, "The price of energy cores and energy gold is several times different. Don't let the corpse collector fool you."

"Don't worry, boss. I'm not some silly boy who's just starting out." Pan Yiman nodded nonchalantly.

Song Yanghui said nothing more, got on his motorcycle and headed home.

There was absolutely no one on the street, but the city gate was actually quite lively just now.

As he passed by the nuns' empty church, the sound of prayers that never ceased to flow from inside came into his confused mind. He rushed left and right all the way and reached his destination in just a few minutes.

"Jia Le!" He called his brother's name while looking for him in the house.

No in the living room.

No bedroom.

There is none in the warehouse either.

There were several pieces of bitten toast scattered on the kitchen floor. The toast was dry and hard, and it crumbed when touched. It was obvious that it had been left there for several days.

At this moment, a slight moan was heard from the door next to her.

He pushed open the glass door of the bathroom. "Jia Le!"

The scene inside made his heart shrink.

He began to feel chills all over his body, and his arms, which usually never trembled when he held a gun, were shaking so hard that he had no control over them.

Song Yanghui stared blankly at the paralyzed figure in the bathtub, and for a moment he forgot what to do.

Suddenly, a faint moan came from the bathtub again. The sound instantly woke him up. Song Yanghui bent his knees and half-knelt down, and with trembling hands he picked up the paralyzed body in the bathtub.

The first thing he did was to feel a whole layer of boiling hot, as if he was hugging a circle of fire. Song Jiale's skin had completely turned a dead blue color, and large areas of ulcers had appeared on his face and arms.

If it weren't for the familiarity of more than ten years, Song Yanghui would almost not recognize him.

This is a symptom that only appears after being infected with the zombie virus, but why, Jiale has been staying in a safe base, how could he suddenly be infected with the zombie virus?

He still didn't give up, so he lowered his head and tried to listen to his brother's pulse.

"Jia Le! Jia Le! Can you hear me, Jia Le!!"

"Jia Le, please reply to me, Jia Le."

"Jia Le! What on earth happened to you, Jia Le?"

It seemed that his shouting worked. Song Jiale opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes, including the whites of his eyes, turned pure black. He looked around blankly, as if trying to find Song Yanghui's location.

Song Yanghui immediately held his hand eagerly, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm here Jiale."

“Brother…” His vocal cords had been damaged by the virus, and he could only utter a faint whisper, “No…no…zombies…be careful…brother…brother…”

“I…I…”

"Boss! I just heard from the guard--" Pan Yi suddenly broke into the house and started shouting in the living room. Not long after, he came over and stopped when he saw the look on Song Yanghui and the other man's faces.

"This, this..." He was stunned, his mouth wide open.

Song Yanghui didn't turn around to look at him, still staring intently at Song Jiale in his arms.

At this time Pan Yi finally reacted. He hurriedly tried to snatch the unconscious Song Jiale away.

"Hey! Don't waste time, Captain. Take Jiale to get treated first!"

"What did you say?" Song Yanghui frowned in disbelief.

"Yes! Yes! I said there is still hope!"

"Take Jiale with you and come with me first. I'll explain it to you on the way."

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The one he used was the motorcycle parked at the door.

Pan Yi put on the helmet first, and then quickly put it on Song Yanghui. Song Yanghui took off his helmet and carefully put it on Song Jiale. Pan Yi took a look at him and finally didn't pay much attention to him.

The motorcycle sped out like a gust of wind. Song Yanghui sat in the back, hugging Song Jiale like a child. The latter also obediently let him hold her, without any of the violent and aggressive tendencies that would appear after being infected with the virus.

It turned out that this was indeed not an infection with the zombie virus, as Pan Yi had just heard from an acquaintance.

This was just a sudden outbreak of zombie disease in the base. The people who got sick were ordinary people who stayed in the base on weekdays and had almost no chance of coming into contact with zombies.

This is not a virus transmitted by zombies, but it is like being infected with a zombie virus, with symptoms such as fever, confusion, and rotting skin.

However, it is not like the zombie virus that attacks extremely quickly and completely transforms a living person into a zombie within a few hours. Its death process is very slow, and people can almost watch their bodies decay with their own eyes wide open. It is extremely cruel.

The virus spread suddenly, and everyone in the city was in danger and stayed indoors. Except for the empty church of the nuns and the entrance of Yan Nan's research institute three streets away, there was almost no one to be seen.

Pan Yi stopped the car and said, "We're here, Boss!"

Song Yanghui looked up at the complete and beautiful building in front of him. He had been sweating just now, and the wind made him feel cold all over. This reminded him of the feeling of facing death when he fought against the ice zombie a year ago.

Without thinking any more, he hugged Song Jiale tightly and got out of the car.

People gathered in front of the institute because this was the only place in the entire base that could cure this strange disease.

"How to do it?" Song Yanghui leaned close to Pan Yi and asked him in his ear.

"Go find Dr. Yan Nan here." Pan Yi continued to explain to him.

"The disease appeared suddenly and was unprecedented. The first case appeared in the city half a month ago. All doctors were at a loss as to what to do. However, within a few days, Dr. Yan Nan from the institute suddenly came up with a special medicine that could cure the disease."

"He took out a medicine that could be injected into the patient within a few days without any medication. Such efficacy was unheard of, but it saved countless patients. However, he refused to disclose the formula for the medicine and kept it secret, refusing to let anyone help him make the medicine."

"How much can he produce in a day?" Song Yanghui felt uneasy and subconsciously continued his conversation.

"Yes, so this medicine is in limited supply every day. No matter who you are in this city, you can only collect it in the order of your illness reports." While speaking, Pan Yi's eyes were fixed on a hidden small door on the side of the institute.

"Then we..." Song Yanghui narrowed his eyes and began to think of a bad idea in his mind.

Before he could respond, the small door that Pan Yi had been paying close attention to slightly opened.

"Boss, come with me." With that, the two of them walked in quickly and silently.

"Is this the patient the foreigner mentioned?" There was a frail researcher with white skin at the door. He asked as soon as he saw him.

"Yes, yes. Tsk, I paid a piece of Grade A gold for this opportunity to jump the queue. Move faster and ask less nonsense."

"Go this way." Pan Yi's tone could be said to be quite unfriendly, but the researcher just glanced at him and said nothing more.

After the three of them ran through a dark corridor, the researcher leading the way pushed open a door. In an instant, blinding white light and the noisy sounds in the hall poured into their ears.

"Who's the next patient?"

"Where has Dr. Lin gone again?"

"I didn't find it."

"Where on earth did you get that list?"

"I just put it here!"

"Didn't you get through to him?"

"Of course no one answered..."

"Ah, here he comes."

“Lin Ye——!”

Song Yanghui looked up. The whole space was brightly lit by the incandescent lights above. Several young men in white were looking at them. In a trance, he felt like he had arrived in heaven.

But the angels soon rushed over together in a noisy manner.

"I brought the patient here. How is Teacher Yan doing?" Lin Ye responded to them while waving.

"You were gone just now, and the patient's list was missing. Everyone was so anxious that they were afraid they would keep him waiting for too long."

"Okay, okay, this is the next one, right? Li Hua, Han Mei, you guys send him over first. Family members? Hey, hey - family members, please stop..."

Several people were busy taking Song Jiale away. Seeing how messy they were, Song Yanghui originally wanted to follow them quietly.

But he was stopped by a tall man with quick eyes and hands. Then he and Pan Yi, who looked like a bad guy, were driven to the other side and sat down.

The hall seemed to be a temporarily cleared area, with traces of various ages on the gray-white floor. A dozen researchers dressed similarly were gathered together. On the other side, behind where Song Yanghui was sitting, was a temporary shed.

He took a look into the gap of the greenhouse and found that there were rows of patients lying inside, and their symptoms had improved to varying degrees from inside to outside.

The patients on the outermost layer still had blue and rotten skin like Song Jiale, but those in the innermost layer seemed to have improved a lot.

Is this the effect of being treated by Yan Nan?

Jiale will surely get better.

Of course I will.

must.

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