Chapter 22 Civilized Sinner 22

[Eh——] As usual, it was another day trapped in the Tokalama Factory. Today, the protagonist Yuan Qing did not show up, and today, Yan Qiusi's weakness was not found. However, when I was searching the warehouse in the space to try to find some useful items, the system suddenly made a strange sound.

[What's wrong? ] Yan Nan immediately escaped into the consciousness space and asked.

[Take a look at this.] The system said, and then an electronic handwritten notebook was thrown over, [I just found this in the garbage station. Take a look first, the content will surprise you.]

Yan Nan was half lying on the sofa, and took it with half belief and half doubt. He didn't think anything could arouse his emotions more than the current situation.

The cover of the notebook was dark brown. As soon as he got it, he noticed a small signature in the lower right corner - Yan.

My notes? When did I develop the habit of writing notes by hand? Upon seeing the signature, Yan Nan perked up. He tilted his head back and started flipping through the notebook with both hands.

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The first day into the small world.

Bad birth (crossed out.) Bad start. Shortly after logging in, I watched the enthusiastic protagonist turn into a stream of light and smash the French window of my house into pieces.

But he was badly injured because he was being hunted by black market thugs, and he was so poor that he was a little cute, so after I saved him, not only would I not be able to get the compensation back, but I would also have to pay a large sum for medical treatment, food and accommodation.

At this time, Yuan Qing was just sixteen years old, three years away from the mature version in the original plot.

He broke into my house by accident, which was a variable that shouldn't have happened. It was also completely different from the task direction I had set at the beginning, which was to stay away from the plot and focus on research.

But the system encouraged me to keep him.

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The fifth day into the small world.

The weak, helpless, middle school dropout became my assistant. My right-hand man, Lin Ye, was transferred away by the petty and vindictive Mei Tai. After all, he was the city lord. No one could refuse his arrangement as long as they wanted to live in this base that was sheltered from the wind and rain and not have to worry about being attacked by zombies in the middle of the night.

But it was a bit too much to ask Yuan Qing, a fool, to take on the job that was originally in charge of Lin Ye. So Mei Tai pretended to be caring and took out a person from his research institute and forced him on me.

Considering the resources he spent on serum research every year, this little thing was not something he cared about.

But this guy might know more than I expected. I am afraid that what he spends here now will be taken back many times over one day with interest.

I still have to be careful.

As for the underage child Yuan Qing.

First of all, I am an evil villain, so I naturally have no guilt about using child labor, not to mention that the leader of the Labor Bureau is now basking his rotten hands in the sun somewhere.

The world has become so corrupt, and it needs the power of light right now.

So in order to make my precious former assistant's sacrifice worthwhile, I strictly required Yuan Qing to go to bed at 11 o'clock and get up at 7 o'clock every day, eat three meals a day on time, and stay in the laboratory to work for me the rest of the time.

I did this not because I still have a conscience, but because I couldn't help laughing when I thought about the scene of a skinny kid saving the world in the future, so I had to urge him to grow taller and stronger quickly...

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[She's quite nagging.] Yan Nan complained as he continued to scroll down.

The 213th day since entering the small world.

Yuan Qing did not come to report to me as usual in the morning.

When I went to look for him, I discovered that the child had fallen ill alone in the room without making a sound.

He was covered in hot sweat, and his entire body was burning badly.

[It's a supernatural rejection reaction.] The system told me the result after the test. I suddenly understood.

In the original setting, not all awakened people can successfully become supernatural beings. There are also cases like Yuan Qing who died of rejection reactions due to physical discomfort.

[How to do it?] The system deliberately asked this question tentatively.

I said: [What else can I do? Of course I will save him. If the protagonist is gone, does that mean I, the super villain, will have to save the world?]

The system does not comment.

I stayed by Yuan Qing's bedside for a day and a night until his breathing became stable and he survived this disaster.

By the time I quietly left the room again, it was already bright outside.

The time robot at the door kept reminding me of the plans and events I missed yesterday. I was upset, so I turned off its power and went back to sleep.

I woke up in the evening. Yuan Qing had recovered all his energy and was squatting in the laboratory waiting for me with shining eyes.

【Yesterday I...】He seemed to have something to ask.

But I immediately waved my hand impatiently to interrupt him, "Stop talking nonsense. You had a high fever yesterday. I don't have time to sympathize with you. The work you owe me will be deducted from your salary."

[Yes, sir...] Yuan Qing responded with some disappointment and did not try to ask anything else.

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The boy looked innocent and pitiful, and my non-existent conscience ached slightly.

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On the Fourth of July, two years had passed since I entered the small world.

My virus research seems to have finally made some progress. Yuan Qing has grown rapidly in the past two years and is now a strong man from head to toe.

I am very satisfied with my parenting results.

The system also happily announced to me: [It's time to quickly carry out the 'breakup on a rainy night' that we planned earlier! ]

The implication is that you should quickly throw the protagonist out and let him wander around on his own.

It's like this, although I have done my best to play my villain character who is immoral and annoying in the past two years, the protagonist is very capable and has a good temper, and I can't find any faults even if I try to find fault with him. This has led to our current relationship looking pretty good.

But how can this be possible? How can an excellent protagonist be deceived by the hypocritical face of the villain? And how can he indulge in such a stable life without experiencing the storms and waves outside?

If a protagonist's novel is full of things like this.

July 3: Sunny.

At 6:30 am, there was no change in the culture bin 0-33. We will continue to observe...

If it were all boring stuff like the lab reports he wrote every day, such a novel would definitely be rejected by the editor.

He is now in his prime and it is a good time for him to go out and have some fun. At first, I planned to simply terminate the labor relationship with him, but this guy looked reluctant and seemed to be planning to stay with me for the rest of his life.

How could this be possible? I flew into a rage.

July 7th.

Anyway, I kicked him out in the end.

It was raining heavily outside today. The hot summer raindrops fell with a bang like fists hitting glass. The accumulated water on the ground gathered into a torrent that easily covered the ankles.

Even zombies wouldn't want to stay outside in such weather, but at this moment, after a big quarrel with me, he ran into the continuous rain without hesitation.

I stood at the door, watching the fleeing figure. As he left, water droplets occasionally condensed into icicles in the air and shattered on the ground. His abilities have become much more stable now, but when he is emotionally unstable, he still loses control.

[What’s wrong? Are you feeling sad?] The system’s teasing voice rang in my ears.

"No, I'm worried that he might lose control and freeze the entire base in one breath." I said casually, then turned around and left, closing the door.

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On July 17th, Mei Tai came to see me uninvited.

I have always been against welcoming anyone to visit me, but Meitai is an exception. He is a super sponsor who supports all my experimental activities. I can't help but welcome him.

He came here for the experimental results I promised him. After the zombie plague broke out three years ago, almost 99% of the residents in the entire base marched in protest and demanded that the city lord execute me. I don't know how he suppressed this chaotic anti-pressure activity at the time.

In the end, I didn't die, but I had to agree to produce a drug that could inhibit the spread of the virus within a certain period of time to atone for my sins, and soon it was the agreed final deadline.

After checking the medicine, Mei Tai seemed to be relieved. He patted my shoulder (he is indeed a strong man) and said with a loud smile, "Now I can finally rest assured. Brother Yan, I have been really worried about you these years."

I nodded coldly without commenting.

At this moment, a biological reaction in an incubator caught his attention, which was strange because he was a pure muscle fighter and didn't seem like the kind of person who could understand the layout of my laboratory.

But there was nothing to hide, so I took the initiative to explain: [The last time the search team brought back a new mutant plant from the wild. I used it in the experiment after purifying it, and then I found that this special plant has a very significant effect on stabilizing the violent factor in the R-77 virus...]

Before I finished speaking, Mei Tai's eyes widened, revealing an expression of surprise, like an outsider, [It turns out to be like this, this is not...]

This guy looks really suspicious, and I don't know where this sense of wariness comes from.

[No,] I knew what he was going to ask, so I shook my head and denied it. [Although it has such a magical effect, after conducting live experiments, I found that although it can calm the violent factors of the virus, it also caused irreversible and serious damage to the psychotropic body of the subject. So for now, it is of no help to serum research.]

Meitai had calmed down by now. He put his arm around my shoulders and said in a low voice with a joking tone, "I mean, if this ingredient is used in a repair agent, it can still control the user..."

I frowned and was about to retort, when suddenly, I felt a terrible force on the back of my neck. My vision went dark, and in my last glance before I fell to the ground, I saw a thoughtful look on Mei Tai's face. It was extremely inappropriate to see such a smart and cunning expression on his honest face.

My body hit the ground hard, but I could no longer react to the pain.

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July 18th.

Early in the morning, I woke up from the laboratory.

This has never happened before. I have no idea what I was busy with yesterday that made me choose to lie down in the laboratory.

Just as I was trying to ask the system's external brain, someone rang the doorbell.

I looked towards the door in a daze for two seconds before I realized who rang the doorbell. It's not my fault for being slow.

The truth is that I have never welcomed any human visitor here, and before, only Yuan Qing and I lived here. I seldom went out, and Yuan Qing went out to do everything. He didn't dare to disturb me, and he always carried his access card with him.

Therefore, the doorbell became almost a decoration, which is why I was unable to react for a long time when I suddenly heard this unfamiliar music.

Just when I was about to go see who was disturbing me so early in the morning.

The door opened by itself from the outside.

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Yan Nan continued to flip forward, but the content at the back was already damaged and even the system couldn't repair it.

[Finished reading?] Seeing him flipping through the pages, the system's voice came over at the right moment.

Yan Nan nodded, [I have finished reading.]

【How is it? 】

[A poorly written suspense story begins.]

【？ Oh my god...】 The system made a crashing sound, 【What time is it? Are you still kidding me? 】

[Okay.] Yan Nan sat up straight, [This diary? Or should I say my diary? When did I write it?]

[I don’t know.];

[Oh my god…] Yan Nan made a sound of frustration, [What time is it now? You still don’t know anything.]

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