MTL - Evolved From Polluting the World-Chapter 2 infect

After listening to Qiao Xun's statement, Zhou Sibai nodded and asked with a smile:

"Are you scared?"

Qiao Xun looked complicated. Originally, he was indeed frightened, but with the extreme calmness after the extreme tension, he is actually fine now.

"A little bit."

He asked, "Are you from the special department?"

Zhou Sibai didn't hide it on purpose.

"This kind of thing, ordinary institutions can't solve it."

"What is that? One person has grafted someone else's leg, and he has three pairs. The key is to succeed." This impacted Qiao Xun's understanding of biomedicine.

"You can take this as a disease."

"Sick? Contagious?"

"infect."

How much Qiao Xun hoped Zhou Sibai would tell him that it was just a prank, but in fact, it was a terrible secret.

"Sorry, I can't tell you too much. But don't worry, there will be a commissioner to handle this."

Zhou Sibai then copied all the chat records, pictures, and videos of the eight-legged man from Qiao Xun's computer, and then said:

"For confidentiality, I will delete the records on your computer."

"Yeah." Qiao Xun said.

After working on the computer for a while, Zhou Sibai said:

"Also. I hope you can keep this a secret."

"I'll keep it a secret."

"Then please sign this confidentiality agreement."

Qiao Xun paused,

"You still need to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"Yes." Zhou Sibai said with a smile. There is a mysterious charm about this man, which is very reassuring.

Qiao Xun looked at the agreement and signed it after seeing nothing special.

Then, he asked with a complicated expression:

"In the future, won't it be too stable?"

Zhou Sibai stood up and said with a smile:

"Who knows what will happen in the future."

"I feel that person has plans for me."

"Don't worry, he won't survive tonight."

"Why did he tell me this? It's unreasonable, doesn't he know I'll call the police?" Qiao Xun still felt strange.

Zhou Sibai was silent for a while, then shook his head,

"It's probably just the person's inflated bad taste."

"perhaps?"

Although Qiao Xun is a psychologist, he doesn't like such ambiguous answers.

Zhou Sibai said:

"Doctor, there's no need to think too much, just live as usual."

After speaking, he left.

As soon as he walked out of Qiao Xun's office, he raised his right hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said to his watch:

"The information has been passed to the 'Tower', and we are ready to encircle and suppress it. In addition, send sentries to monitor the target person 'Qiao Xun'."

…

After the eight-legged man incident, Qiao Xun had no intention of working and took leave to go home.

The wind and rain in the late autumn are very freezing, like ice needles, which can pierce through people's clothes and make every inch of skin feel cold.

After getting off the subway, holding an umbrella and walking a few hundred meters, Qiao Xun arrived at the community where he lived.

Along the way, he was thinking about what happened before. The strange way of walking of the eight-legged man and the strange smile lingered in his heart like a scabies scar.

When he reached the door of his house, someone suddenly called him.

"Doctor Joe!"

Qiao Xun looked at his neighbor Qin Lin, a handsome and sunny big boy who was just 20 years old this year. He was standing at the door of his own house with a fishing bag and took out his key to open the door.

Qiao Xun greeted with a smile,

"Qin Lin, fishing is back."

Qin Lin is a veteran fishing enthusiast. He often asks Qiao Xun to go fishing, but Qiao Xun is not like him. He is a rich second-generation living alone and has a lot of free time. At most, he sometimes goes fishing together on weekends.

"Did you get off work so early today?" Qin Lin asked.

"Well, I felt a little sick, so I went home early."

"The frost will fall soon, and the weather will become fast. Dr. Qiao must take care of himself."

Both of them live alone, so they often take care of each other on weekdays. Qin Lin had been depressed for a while because of family reasons, but it was only after Qiao Xun came home from get off work every day that he got better.

Qiao Xun smiled and chatted with him.

"How is the harvest today?"

"Hey, stop talking."

"Why, the Air Force is back?"

Qin Lin looked depressed,

"Originally, I felt very good today, and I felt that I could get a few big ones, but I don't know why. There used to be a lot of fish in Dongtang. You know Dongtang."

"Well, the pond with the best fish love."

"That's right, such a good pond, it's outrageous that I didn't even have a knife today." Qin Lin shrugged, "It's fine if you don't fish, and I caught a strange stone in the middle of it, feel it for me. Come out."

He said, stretched out his hand, and a scratch was clearly visible in the palm of his hand.

"It's alright, be careful of infection."

"I went to the clinic to be disinfected." Qin Lin was so depressed, "It made me feel bad."

"Haha, if you're in a bad mood, take a rest early."

"Well, if you're not feeling well, you have to rest early." Qin Lin is also a big boy who cares about people. "If you're not feeling well and want to buy medicine or something, just give me a call."

Qiao Xun nodded and entered his house.

When he got home, Qiao Xun took a shower immediately. If the heart is not refreshed, how can the body not be refreshed.

He turned on the TV and sat on the sofa to play with his mobile phone. Although he didn't watch TV, he was still used to turning it on and listening to a sound. I'm not in the mood to cook today, so I'm going to order a takeaway.

The news was playing on the TV, acting as the background sound.

During the takeout selection, he vaguely heard what the news was saying about infectious diseases, so he hurriedly sat down and watched the news carefully.

"A small-scale infectious disease was found in a fishing village in the Linhai area of ​​Zhidong City. The whole village has been isolated and the health department is investigating."

This news is not big news, not even a slogan was written, only the host mentioned it.

Infectious Diseases…

Qiao Xun thought, a strange feeling. He remembered that Zhou Sibai from the special department said today that the situation of the eight-legged man can be understood as an infectious disease.

Is there a connection between the two?

After dinner, Qiao Xun read a book in the study for a while, but couldn't stand it anymore, so he went online and searched for "infectious diseases" both inside and outside, adjusting the keywords and time range, but except for Except for the "small-scale infectious disease" briefly mentioned in the news just now, there is nothing that can be contacted with the eight-legged man, but he can't come into contact with a lot of pictures with strong taste, which makes him sick and bad.

With a gloomy mood, Qiao Xun went to bed, ready to take a good rest, but as soon as he lay down, there was a knock on the door.

When Qiao Xun came to the entrance, he didn't open the door immediately, but looked out through the cat's eyes.

Qin Lin stood outside. The light in the corridor is not very bright, and you can vaguely feel that his face is a little red, and his eyes seem to be bulging.

Qin Lin suddenly said:

"Doctor Qiao, are you here. I can smell you."

Smell? smell?

What a bad speech.

Joe asked:

"What's the matter with you?"

"I don't know, I feel a little dizzy, and my hand is swollen. It's swollen... weird."

"Raise your hand and take a look."

"Ah? Doctor Qiao, won't you open the door and have a look?"

"it's not a good time for me."

"All right."

Qin Lin raised his hand that he had injured while fishing. Through the cat's eyes, Qiao Xun saw that the wound was cracked, as if some pink meat was squirming in it.

"How is this going?"

"I don't know, and I'm so thirsty and dry..." Qin Lin's breathing was a little short, "Doctor Qiao, what's wrong with me?"

"Wait a minute."

After Qiao Xun finished speaking, he went back to his study and fetched his collection of Tang Dao, which was opened. It was one of his few hobbies.

He opened the door cautiously, but did not remove the safety hinge.

As soon as the door opened a crack, a red hand slammed in, grabbing frantically.

"What are you doing!" Qiao Xun frowned.

"Open the door, Doctor Qiao, I'm so uncomfortable."

"Go to the hospital if you feel uncomfortable."

"Would you like to accompany me, ha-" Qin Lin said, gasping for breath, his breath was very heavy and hot, even Qiao Xun inside the door could feel it.

Along with it, there is also a stench, like the smell of rotting shells by the sea, mixed with the smell of broken eggs.

"I'm not feeling well, so I can't accompany you. Otherwise, I'll call 120 for you."

"Don't!" Qin Lin exclaimed.

"why?"

"They will take me away, they will kill me!"

"Will not."

"I will, I will!"

Qin Lin slammed into the door suddenly, making Qiao Xun take a step back quickly, and then another hand came in through the crack of the door, which was his injured hand.

Taking advantage of the bright light, Qiao Xun could see clearly at once, and suddenly felt nauseated.

Qin Lin's hand was so swollen that the back of his hand and his palm were arched towards each other, at least ten times thicker! Also, there seemed to be something squirming in the flesh, one by one.

In the wound on the palm, it was even more clearly visible that unknown pink strips were drilled out and in again.

"Doctor Qiao, open the door, open the door quickly! Give me a bite, just bite! I'll recover after a bite!"

Qin Lin was similar to someone who had experienced a withdrawal reaction, and his tone was very hysterical.

How could Qiao Xun open the door for him?

He hurriedly picked up the phone and was about to call the police when Qin Lin suddenly became more violent. His head slammed on the door frantically, knocking and knocking, knocking Qiao Xunxin thump after knock.

The two hands that reached into the crack of the door twisted and twisted the safety hinge, making a harsh sound of steel.

"Let go!" Qiao Xun yelled loudly.

"Doctor Qiao, give it to me, I want it! Quickly give it to me! Your meat, your meat is delicious! I'm so hungry, I'm so thirsty!"

Qin Lin couldn't listen to Qiao Xun's words at all, he slammed the door with his head while twisting the hinge.

Qiao Xun was so nervous that he quickly calmed down. He didn't dare to bet on Qin Lin's ability to twist the hinge away. This Qin Lin was definitely not an ordinary maniac. He was probably mysterious and twisted like the eight-legged man. He pulled out the Tang saber and slashed ruthlessly at Qin Lin's hinged hand.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the sharp Tang knife has penetrated Qin Lin's palm.

Qiao Xun could feel a distinct feeling of being stuck.

But Qin Lin didn't seem to feel the pain, his hands were not affected at all, and he didn't even bleed out, and continued to twist the hinge vigorously.

"Doctor Qiao, I'm so uncomfortable!"

Qin Lin's vocal cords seemed to be damaged, and his speech was hoarse and dry.

Qiao Xun hurriedly pushed heavy objects such as the dining table and sofa to the entrance, blocking the front door. He is calm now, and his thoughts are very clear. After covering the main entrance with obstacles, he opened the bedroom window, tied a few sheets, and was ready to jump downstairs at any time.

From the knife just now, he understood that his physical strength was not at the same level as Qin Lin's, and he absolutely could not collide head-on.

But when he was about to go downstairs along the tied sheets, it suddenly became quiet outside.

He cautiously approached the entrance.

Wouldn't there be a sudden attack to kill.

His heart raised in his throat, and he got closer little by little.

It's very quiet, looking out through the cat's eyes and seeing nothing.

But Qiao Xun still didn't open the door and waited honestly for the police to come.

After a while, someone knocked on the door, but it wasn't the police, but Zhou Sibai who I saw in the morning.

Zhou Sibai stood outside the door, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a very charming smile.