Love your pet egg

"Boss! Where's Eleven?" Han Zheng jumped out of the car, and three team members came up to meet him.

"Rest elsewhere," Han Zheng didn't want to say more, subconsciously touched the egg in his pocket, and walked in quickly, "How about the casualties?"

The students were transferred to the auditorium, and the injured were carried to the school hospital. Han Zheng frowned and listened to Song Yang report the number of casualties to him. 21 people died and 438 people were bitten.

"How is the student's mood now?"

"Temporary pacification, but what about these infected people? Did Eleven say how long his immobilization spell can last? Why don't you bring him back, there is also a place to rest here, in case there is another situation-"

Han Zheng suddenly turned his head and glared at the chattering Song Yang. His eye sockets were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his face was even a bit grim: "I'll say it again! Don't count on eleven for everything! No one's sacrifice is taken for granted! "

Song Yang was stunned, and He Shuyan hurriedly pulled him aside. They all saw that Eleven passed out at the end, and Han Zheng's current mood can be imagined.

AK said: "We changed the signal tower, but we still can't get in touch with the headquarters. Boss, I think your guess may be correct. Something really happened to the headquarters!"

Han Zheng calmed down his emotions: "No matter what happens at the headquarters, we must go and confirm it in person."

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

"AK Shuyan, you go to the airport and get a plane out."

Han Zheng said it lightly, as if it was as simple as telling the two of them to go to the vegetable market to buy Chinese cabbage.

The two went in response, Song Yang stunned, and said in a low voice: "Then, what about me?"

"Take me to see the infected."

The two walked into the second floor of the school hospital. Most of the people infected by rats were concentrated in the inpatient department. Due to insufficient beds, many people were placed on cushions.

"Why is this man here?"

Han Zheng walked into a ward, where a person in a white coat squatting on the ground raised his head when he heard footsteps, and Han Zheng recognized that the person was Gu Wei'an who was almost strangled to death by Eleven.

Song Yang explained: "This is a professor from the Kyoto Institute of Biology. He happened to come to City A to give a report on the day the zombie wave broke out. His name is on our special list. Chen Fang brought someone over in the afternoon, and he was one of them."

At this time, Gu Wei'an stood up and walked over. He held out his hand to Han Zheng: "Hello, Captain Han."

Han Zheng shook his hands perfunctorily: "What advice does Professor Gu have?"

Gu Wei'an's voice was as cold as his face: "I heard that Captain Han has been in touch with Kyoto before, so you must know that although these people belong to the third-level infected people, they are also carrying the zombie virus. Once they resume operations, It is very dangerous for other survivors, how will Captain Han plan to deal with them?"

Han Zheng narrowed his eyes.

The search and rescue team kept in touch with the headquarters before they came to City A, so they would naturally receive information about the virus as soon as possible.

The zombie virus spread from the coastal areas. The first batch of infected people are called first-level infected bodies. Scientists in Kyoto have discovered that the virus toxicity spreads in parallel after the zombies bite people, that is, the toxicity does not decrease after people bite. , Those who are bitten will turn into corpses in an instant.

However, after the zombies bite the animals, the virus will decrease, and the infected animals will not die immediately, and even their limbs are more flexible than before the poisoning. They become mobile virus carriers, which are called secondary infection bodies.

People who have been bitten by infected animals are called tertiary infected bodies, and the virus is also decreasing, but they already have the behavior of attacking and biting living people, and the transmission is still a parallel virus.

"The virus classification was proposed by Kyoto last month. How did you know that you have been trapped in City A?" Han Zheng asked sharply.

"Because as early as half a year ago, the zombie virus had broken out on a small scale in many Western countries,

For this reason, my mentor was invited to country A to assist in the research. The classification of the virus was proposed at that time, but the research did not make any progress, and the virus spread to the whole world," Gu Wei'an sighed, "At that time my The teacher predicted that this would be the end of the world. "

"What is the source of infection?"

Gu Wei'an shook his head: "I don't know. It is because the source of the virus cannot be found that vaccine research has stagnated. Scientists in country A believe that it is an ancient biological virus brought by the melting of icebergs in the polar ocean, but this is just a guess, because the first one to be discovered The person who found the infection had gone on an expedition to the polar region before, and he died in the hospital. All the people in that hospital became zombies. The local army wiped them out, but the Academy of Sciences asked to keep a few zombies for research. What happened to you in the end? I see, after the Academy of Sciences was wiped out, it became the source of the outbreak of this crisis."

"Fuck! These sons of bitches are full of scientists!" Song Yang cursed angrily.

"One of the scientists" Professor Gu Weian touched his nose in embarrassment, and continued:

"Captain Han, back to our previous question, what are you going to do with these third-level infected people?"

Han Zheng was silent.

Gu Wei'an stared at Han Zheng sharply:

"Captain Han, I heard that you were bitten by a first-level infected body before..."

"I've been vaccinated before," Han Zheng cut off Gu Wei'an's words. "Although it is said that the vaccine can only delay the onset of the virus, it may be because of my special constitution. Fortunately, I didn't turn into a zombie. If Professor Gu wants to use me as an experiment, Whether you want to draw blood or bone marrow, I will cooperate."

Han Zheng had already rolled up his sleeves.

Gu Wei'an choked for a moment: "I want to take your blood sample, but what I want to ask is Feng Shishi. If I guess correctly, he has a special constitution. I heard that many people here have seen his blood sample with their own eyes. The body can emit flames, and the rat plague broke out on the playground, which was also stopped by Eleven, Captain Han, I think Feng Eleven is very much an evolutionary species, maybe he has genes in his body that can resist zombies..."

It's finally here. In fact, anyone with a normal brain can realize the unusualness of Eleven, but Gu Wei'an is the first person to make it clear.

Han Zheng pinched his fingertips in his palm.

"Professor Gu, instead of wasting your time on such unrealistic conjectures, it is better to do something with practical benefits. I was bitten by a mouse before, but I did not become an infected body. In my opinion, just Right now, I am the one you should pay attention to and study the most, what do you think?"

Gu Wei'an was stunned. The person in front of him would rather conduct experiments by himself than hand over Feng Shishi. From what that young man did, he was obviously kind and willing to help others. He just wanted to take the other's blood for experiments. , why is Han Zheng so resistant?

However, Han Zheng didn't want to talk to him more, and had already taken the lead to walk to the school's biological experiment center.

"Captain Han, I heard..." Gu Wei'an said while drawing blood from Han Zheng.

"You've heard a lot." Han Zheng's lips curled up in a mocking arc.

"What I have heard is not a secret, Captain Han, I heard that you have been unable to contact the capital, so where are you going to lead the remaining survivors?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Han Zheng said indifferently, "As long as there is a Chinese soldier around, he won't give up on any of the people."

"With all due respect, Captain Han, in this situation, we must be mentally prepared for the fall of Kyoto."

"Us?" Han Zheng raised his eyelids.

"Yes, we," Gu Wei'an emphasized, "If you can't go back to Kyoto, then I ask you to cooperate with me, I need some people to become virus antibody testers—"

"Impossible!" Han Zheng said coldly, "Don't use your high-sounding rhetoric about human/body experiments against me. My duty is to ensure that the people here continue to live. It's useless to me. Minority You don’t want to use your brains on these people for the bullshit theory that people’s sacrifices are exchanged for the hope of the majority!”

The blood bag was already filled with blood, so Han Zheng pulled out the needle, put down his sleeves, and walked out the door.

"Is that why you refuse to hand over Feng Shishi?" Gu Wei'an said sharply.

Han Zheng turned his head and pointed his index finger at Gu Wei'an twice in the air. It was a threatening gesture.

While Han Zheng was drawing blood, Song Yang had been guarding outside the laboratory door, and naturally heard all the conversations between the two.

Seeing Han Zheng coming out with a livid face, Song Yang greeted him, holding a bar of Dove chocolate in his hand, and handing it to Han Zheng like a treasure: "Boss, eat something sweet to nourish your blood."

Han Zheng put the chocolate into his pocket, lit a cigarette and smoked, the scarlet cigarette butt flickered, and the smoke filled his eye sockets.

"Boss, don't take everything on your shoulders. This is the end of the world. It's not anyone's responsibility, whether it's us or..."

Song Yang hesitated for a while, then said: "It's still eleven, I've tried my best."

Han Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Song Yang quietly.

Song Yang scratched his head and said, "If you survived, we knew that Eleven must have saved you by some means, but he also paid a high price to save you and the child bitten by a snake, and he I was in a coma for a day and a night, if there were more people, would they sacrifice eleven?"

Han Zheng was silent.

"Boss, you just need to know that no matter what decision you make, I will support you, and the same goes for Shuyan and AK!" Song Yang said from the bottom of his heart.

Han Zheng smiled, and patted Song Yang on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be numb, Dad's goosebumps are all over the floor!"

At this time, there was a noisy sound from the hospital, Han Zheng and Song Yang looked at each other, and Gu Wei'an's voice came clearly from inside:

"...Feng Shishi may have a gene that resists zombie viruses in his body, which may be of great significance to the research of vaccines, but Captain Han has been obstructing and even hiding Feng Shishi, I hope everyone can help me persuade……"

"Professor Gu, what you said is wrong," the stupid mother Zhang Yan retorted sharply, "Eleventh passed out because of saving someone, and thousands of students watched it with their own eyes. hidden?"

"I just need to collect a little bit of Feng Shiyi's blood. This is not too much. Don't you want to find out a way to resist the zombie virus as soon as possible?"

"Of course we hope," the doctor who once prevented Han Zheng from using Qinqincao pushed his glasses, "but this must respect Eleven's wishes. You mean, let us force him, which is too much!"

Gu Wei'an was angry: "You are a medical staff, how can you say such a thing? What personal wishes can override the safety of collective life..."

"Professor Gu," the speaker was Chen Fang, his voice was neither high nor low, like a good old man, but his tone was very solemn, "All the people here were rescued on the [-]th, if it weren't for him, each of us would not Will stand here well, and Captain Han and his team members go out to rescue people every day before dawn. The students who have a headache and a cold are all cured by them. If they had a vaccine, they would have taken it out a long time ago. We know that you are under a lot of pressure to research vaccines, but this is something that cannot be rushed, and you can’t just make up your mind on Eleven just because of this, to put it bluntly, what is the child staying with us for?”

Gu Wei'an was dumbfounded: "But...he did save Han Zheng, and he obviously hopes to save more people..."

"Isn't he supposed to save Captain Han?" The woman's voice was sharper, and it sounded like the mother of the child who was bitten by a snake, "He also saved my son, but did you know that he was in a coma for a day and a night after that? The anti-cancer drugs developed by your scientists can only be given to the rich. That’s just considering the cost of money. We don’t know what the price will be on the [-]th, but even if you think about it with your toes, you can know that it will not be easy. Listen to you It means that I can’t wait to cut Shiyi apart and put it on the test bench. You must be conscientious, Professor Gu! Without the thunderbolt beads given by Shishi, the civilian search and rescue team can’t fish you out of the top floor of the research institute!"

"It's just..." All the villagers agreed.

"We will never allow you to use Eleven's brains, take his blood, or use him for experiments!" Everyone's faces were red, and their voices were sonorous.

Gu Wei'an's face was green and pale for a while, and he finally looked at the student representatives: "What about you? You are college students, so you know which is more important..."

"He saved us," said a boy in the lead softly, "He tried his best to save everyone."

Chen Fang waved his hand: "I took people to patrol."

"Captain Chen, you..."

Chen Fang patted Gu Wei'an on the shoulder: "Professor Gu, now that the world is ending, the difference between us living people and zombies is this thing here." He pointed to the position of his heart, "It's still hot."

Gu Wei'an's lips were pursed into a straight line, his expression was dim and difficult to distinguish.

"Huh—" Song Yang, who had been paying attention to all the movements, let out a sigh of relief. If Gu Wei'an incited most people, things would really be difficult.

There was a slight movement in the pocket, Han Zheng's eyes flashed, he pushed Song Yang away and got into the car, he took out Shi Yi carefully and asked, "Manman, are you awake?"

"elder brother……"

The voice was very thin and light, but it was enough for Han Zheng to let out a sigh of relief. His hands trembled and his voice was slightly choked:

"Don't talk, I'll get you something to eat."

Fortunately, I brought back enough supplies from the neighboring city today. After soaking the whole box of milk, Eleven finally recovered. He nestled in Han Zheng's arms. He would eat whatever Han Zheng fed him. Zheng's hand fed the food into Han Zheng's mouth, and the two of them took a bite each other. The child's cheeks were still pale, but he kept smiling.

Han Zheng lowered his head and touched his forehead: "Okay, I can't eat, my stomach is bulging like a toad, sleep a little longer, huh?"

Eleven hugged Han Zheng's neck, and pressed his face softly against him:

"Brother give me a hug."

His eyelids drooped, obviously not recovered yet.

Han Zheng hugged him even tighter. The hand around Han Zheng's neck was as cold as jade, which made Han Zheng's heart throbbing. This child was originally a small hot stove, and it was always warm...

Han Zheng put Eleven's hand into his clothes, warming him with his own body temperature.

"Brother's belly is hard." The child poked curiously.

"It's the abs."

"What chicken?" Eleven raised his head.

Han Zheng smiled and kissed his eyelashes:

"Hey, go to sleep, when you wake up, brother will take you to practice together in the future."

"My brother's eyes are very red."

"Well, smoky."

The child wrinkled his nose: "It's not delicious!"

Knowing that what he was talking about was that cigarettes were not tasty, Han Zheng said softly, "Okay, I won't eat them again."

He put the eleven down and pillowed him: "Hey, sleep a little longer, and I'll give you chocolate when I wake up."

"Hey……"

The carriage became quiet, the only sound was the slight breathing of the boy in the confined space, the melting moonlight covered the carriage through the windows, the world outside was in turmoil, but this small corner was peaceful and beautiful.

This child, this kind of time, seems to have been stolen from the hands of fate. Han Zheng lightly rubbed the boy's delicate cheeks, and his heart was filled with many complex and strong emotions.

Sudden heart palpitations, unreasonable glances at Wannian, how long can he hold on in such a doomsday?

In the middle of the night, Eleven woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Zheng looking at him unblinkingly: "Brother, didn't you sleep?"

The child's face was flushed from sleep, his big eyes were watery, and there was a bunch of little hairs on his head, which made Han Zheng's heart tremble. He took out a bottle of water and fed half of it to Eleven. The little soft hair on the top of his head smoothed out, and he touched his hand again. Han Zheng had warmed that little hand for half the night, and it was already warm.

Eleven tilted his head and watched Han Zheng concentrate on doing all this. He suddenly felt an unfamiliar torrent hitting his chest, like waves hitting a rock. I took a picture of my heart, and I saw that red heart beating wildly at the moment, like a small animal running wildly.

When Han Zheng saw this scene, he was both astonished and curious, but Eleven took Han Zheng's hand and put it on the back of his own, his little head slipped into Han Zheng's arms, shyly arching back and forth.

"Banbao?"

Han Zheng's heart was hot from being pushed by the child, and when he looked down again, he saw two small ears that were red and tomato-colored, and couldn't help but smile.

Eleven held the sweet dimples on his lips, and said softly in Han Zheng's arms:

"Little master said that if you like someone, your heart will beat uncontrollably, and your blood will boil like lava. Don't lie to me."

The young boy's delicate and straightforward confession is like a cannon/ball exploding in Han Zheng's heart. If it is said that Han Zheng would feel a little bit embarrassed because he misidentified himself from time to time, then at this time he will again No matter who Eleven thinks he is, there is only Han Zheng in this world, and it is Han Zheng that Eleven likes.

Such soft and light words, but with thunderous force, washed through every blood vessel of Han Zheng, making his breath scorching hot.

"Huh? The Kunlun Mirror is getting hot again!"

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