Chapter 15 Civilized Sinner 15

Pure sunlight shone into the tent through the gaps, with a beam of light slanting onto the face of the handsome man curled up in the sleeping bag.

The man frowned, and the light was distorted for a moment. Then he slowly opened his eyes. The pupils under the thick eyelashes were light brown, a light blue color that was difficult to distinguish. Especially when it was embedded in the pale face of the man, it was like a misty spring with two bends growing on the snowy field.

Yan Nan woke up very early in the morning in the tent. He was awakened by the itchy, painful and numb feeling on his arms, as if ants were gnawing at him.

"System..." He called the system subconsciously, and then he felt something was wrong. He had lost sensation in his arm a long time ago, so why did it suddenly hurt again?

Yan Nan sat up and used his left hand to raise his right arm, which had been severely injured and had never received treatment.

He has been wrapping his right arm tightly with a bandage these days, and he himself doesn't know how the wound is recovering.

If an ordinary person's palm was injured like this and no medication was given to treat the wound, which was allowed to deteriorate, it would most likely have become festering and infested with maggots, and eventually the person would have died of tetanus.

But Yan Nan has been able to run and jump all these days and is as healthy as can be.

Although the wound on his arm seemed to have stopped in time, it remained exactly the same as it was that night when the zombies besieged the city.

But now it is different. Yan Nan untied the bandages layer by layer, and a terrible wound could still be seen on the palm of his right hand. However, at this time, tiny granulation tissues grew from the edge of the wound, and the granulation tissues kept struggling and growing.

In just a few minutes, the right arm that was almost unusable due to necrosis began to scabbed and heal under Yan Nan's gaze, the blood circulated again, and finally the entire arm recovered as if it had never been injured.

【What happened?】 He was confused.

The system spoke cautiously, "Perhaps you have also awakened a superpower, and it is a rare healing type."

[It's ridiculous. How can such a divine power be born from a villain? I think it's probably because I've become a mutant.]

He raised his right arm and looked around carefully. This strange phenomenon did not seem like a mutation, but reminded him of the situation when Yan Huai was resurrected.

Could it be that the original owner had already injected himself with that kind of medicine before?

After looking carefully twice, Yan Nan wrapped the bandage back together.

This kind of strange medicinal effect is no longer just the serum required in the original mission.

The original mission was to create a drug that could resist the virus and help humans win the final victory in the battle between humans and viruses for the planet.

But the mission did not require him to mass-produce a drug that could bring the dead back to life or even grant them god-like recovery abilities.

This is definitely not the outcome that the headquarters wants to see.

However, Yan Huai's incident inspired him that perhaps he didn't need to actually research the drug from the beginning.

This is a world derived from the novel. As long as the development of the plot is on the right track to the ending, the medicine that can solve everything seems to appear naturally.

The system that Yan Nan is bound to requires him to use the identity of a tasker to atone for his sins, but the way to determine whether the sins have been atonement requires feedback from the outside world.

Of all his crimes, the most serious one is naturally being the original developer of the virus.

In the original plan, Yan Nan was going to avoid the characters in the plot. As long as he could develop the virus serum somewhere and make the formula public, and as long as enough survivors recognized his behavior of developing the serum, he could complete the basic whitewashing mission.

The emergence of the serum is closely related to his whitening.

But if the reason why the drug finally appeared had nothing to do with him, then wouldn't he have worked in vain for so long?

Obviously, the mission is not accomplished just like that.

After the base was breached, he woke up again and his cleansing value had jumped up a lot.

After he asked the system again, he learned that according to the system's judgment rules, the degree to which different powerful people changed their opinions of him would have different effects on his whitewashing value.

In other words, only if enough important characters in the plot believe that his contribution and sacrifice to correct mistakes far outweigh the mistakes he made as a villain, then Yan Nan's character can be completed well enough and the character score he gets will naturally be higher.

If he wanted to get enough feedback from the characters in the plot, it would be necessary to act out his own sacrifice and pain. Yan Nan therefore came up with a new plan in his mind.

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The team members once again quietly and quickly prepared to set off.

Yan Nan wrapped his right hand and continued to pretend to be disabled, and laboriously packed up the simple tent with one arm.

Yan Huai was not far from him, so he kindly ran over to help him.

Song Yanghui stood on the slope with a telescope in his hand and looked around.

Yuan Qing came over and asked him, "Did you see anything?"

Song Yanghui pursed his lips tightly and looked at it carefully for a while before speaking, "City."

"What?" Yuan Qing didn't hear clearly.

"A large area of ​​buildings, a well-preserved city. Do you want to go take a look?"

He put down his binoculars and looked calmly at the young man in front of him.

Both of them have equally strong muscles and equally powerful superpowers, but they are two completely opposite opposing forces.

The two were once enemies, but now they stand together with the same goal.

"Let's go for a visit. Isn't the purpose of the person who controls the zombies behind the scenes also here?" Yuan Qing curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It's better to take the initiative."

"Let's see what he wants to do."

That’s great, Yan Nan thought. In the next two days, he and the system will buy props to attract zombies, forcing the two to keep changing the convoy’s route.

Finally, the goal is within sight.

Although the three of them knew the truth, the convoy was still peaceful.

The city was not far from where they camped.

When they arrived at the entrance of the road, only an hour had passed. Song Yanghui stopped the car and couldn't help but glance at Yan Nan.

The guy still had his usual expressionless face, looking completely innocent.

It seemed that since the first time he saw Yan Nan, this guy had not changed at all.

Without looking again, he got out of the car and prepared to arrange for the two teams to explore separately and take care of each other.

At this moment, the communicator that Yuan Qing had been wearing around his waist lit up green. He had not yet noticed anything unusual, but soon, a rustling sound was heard, attracting everyone's attention.

Yuan Qing suddenly took out the connector. He was not mistaken. There was indeed a signal from the other side connecting to him.

"Captain..." A weak and faint voice came from the other side, but it was extremely clear in Yuan Qing's mind.

The moment the voice rang out, Yan Huai, who was in another car, rushed over, "Brother Ye! What's wrong with you? Where are you now?"

Heavy breathing came from the other side, and Yuan Qing also quieted down. Everyone was holding their breath and waiting for Ye Tongchun to speak again.

But soon the signal was cut off again and the green indicator light went out.

Yuan Qing held the communicator tightly in his hand, lowered his head and did not move for a long time.

Yan Nan asked in confusion: [What happened? Do we have such an arrangement in the system? ]

[Should it be... no?] The system said uncertainly, [This should be a sudden plot.]

Yuan Qing slowly put down the hand holding the communicator. He raised his head, looking past several figures and met the eyes of Yan Nan at the other end of the convoy.

Yan Nan was also staring at him, not avoiding his gaze at all, not even blinking, his face was blank, his light-colored pupils were clear and bright, without a single distracting thought.

Such beautiful eyes are now set in a gray body.

It's like an immortal falling into the nine dusts.

Yuan Qing used to be puzzled by how there could be a person with such a pair of pure eyes.

How can the soul be so dirty?

[What does he mean? Why is he looking at me? He is not suspecting that I did it.]

Yan Nan was originally communicating with the system in the consciousness space. As soon as he came out, he saw Yuan Qing staring at him sinisterly. He was frightened back into the consciousness space.

【Not really.】 The system became even more uncertain.

Yan Nan also thought that it was not necessary.

In order to prove his innocence, Yan Nan kept looking into Yuan Qing's eyes, firmly not moving his gaze away.

Yuan Qing looked away, and Song Yanghui came over. "Are you planning to leave there?"

Yuan Qing didn't reply. He raised his hand and pointed to a place, and the two of them walked over.

Yuan Qing didn't speak first. He raised the connector that he had been holding tightly in his hand, took out the knife, pried open the back cover of the connector, and then held it up to show Song Yanghui.

Song Yanghui moved his head closer and squinted his eyes to see that behind the pried-open back cover was not a battery or something, but a small electronic screen with two green dots on it, one of which was brighter than the other.

"Is this... positioning?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes. He can locate the last contact." He took his hand back and carefully put the contact away. "You see? I have no choice. I have to go on this trip."

"Otherwise I won't be able to rest easy." He looked at Song Yanghui seriously and said, "Brother Song, he is my team member, I can't just ignore him."

Song Yanghui folded his arms. He was taller than Yuan Qing. At this moment, he raised his head slightly and pursed his lips to look down, which made people feel oppressive.

But he quickly curled his lips into a smile, and that momentum was broken.

He asked: "Are you going alone, or are you going to take those two people with you?"

"I can only ask you to take care of Yan Huai. As for the other one..."

Yuan Qing sighed, "Please don't let him go, but don't let him die like this either."

"Is he important?"

"Very important." There was almost no hesitation.

"Ah..." Song Yanghui scratched his neck unhappily, "Okay, since you asked me to do it."

"Then I had no choice but to agree."