Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2121: The contagiousness of terminal illness

In fact, the companion Lin Sanjiu had been looking for for the past half hour turned out to be nearby and not far away at all - in terms of straight-line distance, the distance between them and the black square aircraft was not even more than Fifty meters.

However, when Lin Sanjiu Mohuhudi realized this, she couldn't even stand up.

Soon after she fell to the ground, she felt someone grabbing her arm, lifting her up again, and dragging her step by step toward the building in front; in her daze, she heard The instructor sighed in his ear.

"Really," he said as if he was very anxious, "I thought you would be able to help if you came here, but it turns out you are sick yourself... This is great, how can you save people."

The word "rescue" gave Lin Sanjiu a distant hope of Mohu.

He also knew that he had to save people...he didn't forget...

She wanted to ask her instructor what the situation was now, but just forming this question in her mind had consumed all her energy. Every inch of muscle seemed to be plunged into a dark and silent abyss, and the blood was like a polluted, thick and nearly dry stream. The barely delivered oxygen was only enough for her to maintain the most basic physiological functions - even her heart. It seemed like he would collapse from exhaustion at any time.

Calling Teacher Yi, using your evolutionary ability, or moving your fingers, now that I think about it, it’s no different than hitting a mountain with your shoulder.

"This way," Yuan Xiangxi's voice was a little more serious than usual; with the sound of him opening the door, Lin Sanjiu felt like he was being half-supported and half-carried into the room - it seemed that someone from this building hall.

"Why is she also sick?" the goddess said worriedly: "What should we do now?"

"Put it on the ground," Yuan Xiangxi ordered. "The hall on the first floor serves as an automated medical examination equipment. It will automatically conduct a comprehensive examination on her, and the results are 100% accurate. Even if one DNA letter has changed , or being bitten by a mosquito, you can’t escape the detection in the lobby."

Just an ordinary wooden floor?

In Lin Sanjiu's vision with her eyelids half-opened, she could also see that this hall was just a hall: wooden floor, front desk, surveillance camera on the ceiling, a pot of green plant at the door... but Is it a testing device?

Her doubts could not remain in her mind for too long. As she was gently placed on the ground, her head tilted and she fell into a brief dark coma.

She seemed to have been unconscious for a short time; when Lin Sanjiu woke up leisurely, the hall was filled with sounds that did not exist just now. The buzzing sound of the movement, the beeping sound from time to time, the camera in front of her flashing... a needle inserted into the skin of her arm, with a slight pulling sound that was almost inaudible. , sucked up a tube full of Lin Sanjiu’s blood.

"There are results," Yuan Xiangxi's voice rang from far away from the front desk. Like the humanoid objects, he seemed to be in a heavy mood. "Sure enough, I have to be sent to the isolation room...it's worse than I thought."

"Ah!" It seemed to be a painter.

"What disease is it?" the goddess asked immediately.

"Syndrome," Yuan Xiangxi said a name that Lin Sanjiu had never heard of before.

When she was lifted up this time, the desperate pain in her skull almost made her think that her head would be broken off by the pain and roll off her shoulders; she didn’t know whether the pain aggravated the nausea or vomiting. Desire caused a headache. When she opened her mouth, gastric juice surged out of her throat again, seeming to spill all over the instructor who was carrying her.

"Your clothes must be burned," Yuan Xiangxi said immediately, "Although you and I will not be infected, you cannot go out wearing such clothes."

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"Of course, I understand." When the instructor replied, the goddess took a step forward and opened a door in front of several people.

Is "Syndrome" a contagious disease?

Lin Sanjiu was drowsily placed on what seemed to be a mat by her instructor. Yuan Xiangxi stood at the door and urged softly: "Okay, come out quickly."

The instructor stood up in a hurry, as if he was extremely reluctant to stay in the room for half a second, and hurried out - the door of the room closed behind him with a "clang", and then there was a sound of mechanical operation; Lin Sanjiu barely opened her eyelids and found that iron bars and glass were rapidly protruding from the wall at the door, forming two closed barriers, sealing the room tightly.

After they left, there was a moment of silence in the turbid and stuffy room.

Suddenly someone took a long and loud breath, almost as sharp as a whistle, piercing through the air in the room. However, it seemed that no matter how hard he breathed, he could not send the air to where it should go, and even made a sound like he was being choked. The rattling sound.

Perhaps she was seriously ill and unconscious at the moment. It was not until several seconds later that Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she was not alone - not only was the sound of breathing familiar, but there was also a low voice speaking. Call her: "Little wine?"

Who is it?

She didn't have the strength to turn her head and look. With her half-open eyes, she could barely see the small patch of yellow-stained mat next to her head.

The man gently called her name, walked closer, and breathed heavily. "Lin Sanjiu! Wake up...what disease do you have?"

Wait...that's...

Infused with a little energy from the sudden thought that came to her mind, Lin Sanjiu reluctantly opened her eyes and turned her face towards the back of her head - just such a small movement, her neck muscles It seemed like it was going to be torn apart. If she could muster even a little bit of strength, she would probably feel unbearable pain in her muscles.

With her impatient gaze, she started from a pair of feet on the floor, climbed up with difficulty, and finally recognized the outline of the speaker - it was Yu Yuan.

"It's me," Yu Yuan was still a few steps away from the mat she was lying on, but did not come up. Whether it was his voice, expression or tone, it was as if he was sinking to the ground. "You haven't escaped either..."

Great, it turned out to be him. She finally found someone. No, Lin Sanjiu's eyes suddenly opened wider and she focused on the floor of the room behind Yu Yuan. She found more than one person.

Pina leaned against the wall, her face turned purple, and she made a hoarse and sharp intake of breath, each of which was in vain. Her eyes were as wide as bells, and her eyeballs almost rolled out of their sockets; she seemed to have completely lost her focus on what was going on around her, and was struggling desperately, constantly grabbing at the wall, just trying to catch her breath.

When Yu Yuan turned around, he also realized that something was wrong. "Her illness is the most dangerous," he explained with a frown: "She may die with just one breath... But we don't have any first aid, we can only see if she can survive each time. Xiao asthma attacks."

Xiao Chuan? Is Pina suffering from severe asthma?

While Pina was desperately kicking her legs and grabbing the wall, trying to breathe, Lin Sanjiu gradually saw the rest of the room - and the other two people.

Qingjiuru lay on another thin and dirty mat with his eyes closed, his face pale, and the corners of his mouth, chest and the ground were covered with specks of blood. If it weren't for the bright red patch on his chest that was rising and falling slightly in Lin Sanjiumohu's field of vision, he would have looked almost dead.

On the opposite side of him is the puppet master.

The dark shadow was standing upright on one side of the room, as if silently observing the room and the patients in the room; when he occasionally took a few steps, he was neither weak nor trembling, and remained the same as before. Just the same, it seemed that there was no pain or itching, and there was nothing wrong with her. Before Lin Sanjiu had time to think of "Fortunately, there is still one person who is fine," the puppet master suddenly turned his head and glanced at her.

It was this glance that made her realize that the puppet master's situation was far worse than he let on.

Lin Sanjiu has never seen such a blank, blank expression on the puppet master's face; it seems that this person who has always controlled the puppets has finally been gradually invaded and infected by the puppets, and he has begun to reveal his He had a doll-like expression.

Is Yu Yuan the only one who is not sick?

In a state of shock that even chilled her bones, she managed to squeeze out enough strength and tremblingly shouted: "Yu..."

"I'm here," Yu Yuan replied, still standing a few steps away and not getting closer. Even though Lin Sanjiu couldn't send any more words, he seemed to understand her question and whispered: "After we landed, for the sake of convenience, we moved the body of the great witch into the puppet master's aircraft. So when that cloud of smoke and storm suddenly rolled over the earth, except for the great witch, every one of us was exposed to that thing."

When the puppet master heard his name, he didn't react at all and was still staring blankly at the ground beneath his feet.

"Although there are many unknown gaps, I know that this matter is related to the puppet master's [illness], I just don't know what kind of relationship it is. After all, even he himself was infected... …This is not an ordinary disease. Even as evolvers, some of us lost the ability of our bodies to function normally in the first place. Maybe this is an evolved version of the disease."

Yu Yuan continued to whisper, his voice heavy and tired. "Yuan Xiangxi was not affected, so in the first few minutes, he dragged us one by one into the roadside building... Later I realized that he dragged us in to allow the medical examination hall to We diagnose the condition."

Lin Sanjiu listened to her shallow and rapid breathing, and was submerged in Pina's struggle to breathe.

"Qing Jiuli has lung cancer," Yu Yuan said almost calmly. No, it's not a peaceful state of mind, it's more like being extremely exhausted and no longer having the energy to feel any emotions.

"Pina is Xiaochuan~IndoMTL.com~Oh, I have already said it." He thought for a moment blankly, "Where did I say it? Yes, puppet master."

The black shadow in the corner of his eye remained motionless, as if he had forgotten that the puppet master was him.

"The puppet master suffers from Alzheimer's disease," Yu Yuan said slowly, "mine suffers from... spontaneous fatal insomnia. What about you?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't say a word.

"I feel like there is something very important that I haven't told you," Yu Yuan was silent for a while, as if he was desperately trying to remember something. "What is it? I clearly remembered just now..."

Evolved versions of diseases... will certainly not take a long time to reach their final stages like their unevolved counterparts. what else? What dangers are there that she hasn't experienced yet?

No matter what, she had to do something.

"Oh," Yu Yuan finally recalled, "all these diseases are contagious, this is what Yuan Xiangxi told me. We are in the same room, which means that eventually everyone will become sick at the same time. Four diseases."