Chapter 62 my name

Life is always full of surprises and surprises.

Just like now.

A group of people are squatting in the snow around a bulging snow bag on the ground, looking at each other.

There was a person half-covered and half-buried in the snow bag. The gray hood and cloak had already formed a layer of frost, and the pale face was half-buried in the snow. The snow flakes fell on his face and there was no sign of melting.

is a woman.

People were discovered by Xiao Shenwei.

They decided to carry the female corpse back.

She also has a nameplate collar from the Kyoto 171 Research Institute around her neck.

– It’s just that this kind of nameplate is usually hung on the neck of the experimental zombie.

The metal nameplate is engraved with a number and two English letters – LU.

Xiao Shenwei thought of Ni Youqing’s subordinate, the zombie girlfriend of the young man named Lin Sen.

The important thing is that she didn’t die.

Wearing gloves, Xiao Shenwei pulled the woman’s frozen arm out of the snow, looked at her cyan fingertips, and the cyan pattern on her wrist that seemed to be breathing slowly, and lowered her eyes.

… very familiar stuff, isn’t it?

At least for Ni Youqing and Lin Sen, it was a big surprise.

The research and development of medicines and vaccines requires more blood samples from people who have survived the zombie virus, and it is obviously unrealistic to rely on Xiao Shenwei alone.

The team stayed here for a while and set off again.

Miss Zombie was locked in the iron cage that is usually used to keep prey in the rear cabin, lest she wake up and hurt people.

Xiao Shenwei was sitting in front of the stove with the rescued people, holding the collar and nameplate taken from the neck of Miss Zombie in his hand.

A0013.

This is the number on the nameplate.

Is there any special meaning?

“Those that start with the letter A are the most important batch of experimental subjects in the 171 Research Institute.”

A middle-aged man with a cigarette and an unshaven beard crouched on the edge of the cage and knocked on the cage, making a slight noise.

Xiao Shenwei looked up at him: “How do you say?”

“171 has been secretly containing half-dead humans, extracting antibodies to develop medicines, I used to be a member of the containment team, and I was responsible for finding them everywhere.”

The man exhaled a smoke ring, and his cloudy eyes looked at the zombie lady in the cage with her eyes closed.

As one of the major research institutes in Kyoto, 171 has always been at the forefront of medicine in the country and even in the world, and the leaders of its main research groups are mostly authorities in the medical field.

171 Research on half-destructed humans has never stopped.

The experimental subjects that start with the letter A are the half-destructed humans that have been contained in 171 for many years.

And 0013 is just one of them.

As for the experimental subjects who could see 171 here, he was not surprised.

Mostly they came out of the chaos after the fall of Kyoto.

“Pity.”

Having said that, the middle-aged man sighed: “The research institute is destroyed, and we only have time to bring out some of the important information in it.”

As for the experimental subjects in the institute, most of them are also scattered around in the fall.

Xiao Shenwei clenched the nameplate in his hand, looked out the window, and said no more.

The convoy crossed the silent snowfield and returned to Daxing before dark.

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…

Ni Youqing’s new laboratory was built on the outskirts of the outer city, and the surrounding residents were all relocated, leaving a large vacuum and guarded by many guards.

With the arrival of A0013 and these vital materials, researchers who have had nothing to do all day finally have something to do.

Among the refugees who moved to Daxing from Kyoto, there are many people with research experience.

So in this winter season when everyone is stocking up on food and cats, Ni Youqing’s research institute is on the contrary.

In the isolation ward at this time, Miss Zombie was sitting on the head of the bed with a strap tied around her body.

Lin Sen was sitting beside the bed, slicing an apple in his hand, and babbling about something with a smile.

The picture looks very harmonious, like an ordinary boyfriend visiting his sick girlfriend in the hospital, and by the way complaining about the trivial things in life.

It’s just that Miss Zombie’s eyes are empty.

She just stared blankly at the top of the young boy in front of her, silent.

The groomed Miss Zombie is beautiful.

It was a very quiet and gentle beauty, like the gentle moonlight in a summer night.

It’s just the paleness on her face that added a bit of weakness to her.

Lin Sen cut the apple he had cut into small pieces and carefully sent it to Miss Zombie.

Miss Zombie opened her mouth and ate the apple.

The room was quiet, only Lin Sen’s soft and clean voice could be heard.

Until the nurse pushed the door and came in, like a stone falling into the water, it shattered a pool of spring water.

“It’s time to draw blood.”

As if she was suddenly frightened, Miss Zombie opened her mouth and screamed, curled up and knocked over the fruit bowl in Lin Sen’s hand.

She shrank into a ball, hugged the quilt and curled up in the corner, her eyes fixed on the syringe in the nurse’s hand.

“Don’t be afraid…don’t be afraid…we won’t hurt you…”

Lin Sen took Miss Zombie in his arms, stroked her trembling back, and comforted her in a low voice.

“Ugh…”

Miss Zombie buried her head in Lin Sen’s arms.

On the exposed thin and pale forearm, there are cyan and purple needles all over it.

These wounds were all left in 171.

No one knew what she went through there, and no one dared to think.

It’s just that the little nurse who helped her wash her body came out of the bathroom with almost red eyes.

The needle pierced the skin, and reddish viscous blood was flowing in the tube.

The new medicine was injected, and Miss Zombie whimpered, but she still did not forcibly pull her arm away.

It wasn’t until the nurse left with the tray that she slowly recovered, looking at the gray sky outside the window with red eyes and hugging her knees.

At that time, Xiao Shenwei pressed his arm with a cotton swab, and was standing outside the door and glanced into the room through the window on the door.

Yes, the medicine that Miss Zombie injected was extracted from his blood.

Her body has almost reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and it is a miracle in itself that she can maintain the current state instead of completely turning into a zombie.

As for whether she can recover completely like Xiao Shenwei…

Maybe, maybe not…

Nobody knows.

But looking at Lin Sen’s look at Miss Zombie in the ward, Xiao Shenwei hoped that she would.

“Let’s go.”

Rong Yun, who was beside him, clenched Xiao Shenwei’s hand tightly, and the two equally warm hands interlocked.

Daxing City began to snow again.

The winter of the last four years of mourning is coming to an end.

Will it be cold next year?

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In March, when the ice and snow melted, Daxing City welcomed a group of special guests.

They are excellent physicians and researchers from all over.

People who went from Daxing to all directions conveyed to them the news that the research institute in Daxing City has begun to study vaccines.

Following this, there are also a large number of ordinary people who migrate here and want to be close to the water and get the moon first.

After the fall of Kyoto, Daxing City became the second center.

At this time, the number of people living in the isolation ward in the research institute has increased to four.

They received treatment led by Ni Youqing here, and also provided help for the development of vaccines.

Two of them have been able to regain consciousness for a short time and have simple exchanges.

Daxing Daily will track and report the progress here every once in a while.

It was as if spring and hope had arrived on schedule in the last five years of mourning.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun sat side by side outside the laboratory door. The smell of disinfectant made Xiao Shenwei sneezed.

His arm was pressing on the cotton swab. With this shake, the cotton swab fell off his hand and fell to the ground. The white cotton swab was still tinged with red.

They’re here for the last blood test.

“Are you nervous?”

Xiao Shenwei pinched the tips of his fingers and glanced at the door of the laboratory.

Rong Yun hugged Xiao Shenwei’s back, nodded, and shook his head again: “It’s alright, don’t worry.”

Behind him, he was quietly pinching the sweat of his palms.

The waiting time was always extremely long, and the minute hand on the wall clock had only reached five o’clock, but Xiao Shenwei felt that it was getting dark.

He touched the new hair stubble on the back of his head, took out a piece of mint candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and stuffed one for Rong Yun:

“…If the results are detected…no way?”

Wrapped his arm tightly.

Rong Yun lowered his eyes and touched Xiao Shenwei’s rosy fingertips, and rubbed it against his lips: “No.”

The heat exhaled between his lips and teeth made Xiao Shenwei shrink his hands unnaturally, but the man clenched his hands a little harder, and intertwined his fingers.

“Sister Qing—Sister Qing!”

The little nurse ran over holding the medical record book and pushed open the door next to the laboratory, panting with an indescribable anxiety in her tone.

“What’s the matter? Don’t worry, speak slowly.”

Ni Youqing came out calmly, holding a stack of experimental records in his arms.

“…hu-hu-ward 13…ward 13…”

“What happened to the 13th?”

Ni Youqing frowned, and outside Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun also stood up.

The little nurse breathed evenly, her eyes sparkling: “…No. 13, she’s awake!”

“boom-”

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

A few people turned their faces, Lin Sen half-opened his mouth, and stood at the door of the laboratory in a daze, the heavy treatment records fell at his feet, and the laboratory sheets in his hands were scattered on the ground.

“…Sister Qing!! I…I I…”

Before he finished speaking, Lin Shen threw down the folder and pen in his hand, turned around and ran, his steps staggered, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in a blink of an eye.

…Number 13.

Xiao Shenwei lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling a little familiar.

On the other side, the door of Ward 13 was slammed open with a bang. The nurse girl who was doing the rounds shivered with fright and dropped her pen on the ground.

The girl sitting on the hospital bed turned back, her eyes seemed to be filled with gentle autumn water, sparkling in the March sun.

She bent her eyes, opened her mouth, and slowly uttered two words in a hoarse tone that was not very skilled:

“…Lin…Sen.”

“You…you, I…”

The young researcher was at the door like a mallet, with red eyes, but a thousand words seemed to be choked in his throat, unable to spit out a half.

The girl sat there, her brows and eyes curved, and the bright sunshine behind her.

“The road… far away.”

“my name.”

The author has something to say:

Here is a sentence, also for everyone, to those trapped by the epidemic:

Hope and spring will come as scheduled.

Will.