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"Han Ji-won!"

Chen Jun stood outside the door, looking at the closed door. He felt so violent that he wanted to tear down the door.

Hearing the loud shouting outside the door, Han Zhiyuan sat by the bed with an undisguised smile on her lips. She didn't move, she held her chin with both hands and looked at the door.

Why is there no sound outside the door? Has he left?

Han Zhiyuan became suspicious, got up and ran to open the door.

Once the door opened, he didn't leave.

Standing just outside the door, his strong and tall body blocked half of the door. His face was stern, and his black pupils suddenly lit up like cold stars. Looking at him, you couldn't help but hold your breath.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept smiling quietly, as warm as ice and snow.

"What do you mean?"

Anger mixed with desire burned in Chen Jun's heart, but he was still restrained.

When people are emotionally boiling, they have to think more.

This is something that many people don't have, and neither does he. But as a doctor, he has some small means to alleviate it.

He knows that he is in another world, but this is not an excuse to vent his animal nature. He is a doctor, has been thanked and hated by others, and is a normal person. He has a bottom line to stick to, otherwise he will be with those who he once hated.

What's the difference between disgusting people?

"What's wrong?"

She said with a smile, gently stroking her fragrant long hair behind her ears with her fingers.

Chen Jun noticed that she was wearing something different today than before. She was wearing a snow-white dress, revealing her fair skin, and she had light makeup on her face, making her delicate yet beautiful.

"Okay, okay!!!"

He burst out laughing, waving his finger in the air and pointing at her, and immediately stopped smiling, "Do you think you know me very well? You look like a condescending goddess, just throw out some meat and bones, and I should kneel down.

Under your skirt?"

"Do you look like me pressing you to the ground and rubbing you? You are right, I have physiological needs, but in your eyes, am I just a beast dominated by desire? How is this different from the zombies outside?

They are dead, so I am alive?”

Things completely exceeded her expectations. Han Zhiyuan turned pale, bit her lip, and shook her head vigorously, "No, it's not what you thought."

"Stop it, I've had enough of this."

Chen Jun glanced lightly, shook his head and said coldly, "I said before, if it doesn't happen again, you have violated our agreement. From now on, we can act separately. You are responsible for everything on your own. You don't need to worry about me.

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"Chen Jun!"

The crystal mist slowly gathered in her eyes, and she trembled, "I really never thought about it that way, I like you."

He ignored him and turned to leave: "What kind of love is this? It's just a deformed dependence in this hellish environment."

"Your physiological needs, survival needs, safety needs, social needs and emotional belonging all chose me. This situation gives you no choice."

"It's just me, understand?"

"Please don't use the word 'like', tear it apart and use the word 'need me' instead, I can accept it more."

Han Zhiyuan bent down and held the door handle, slowly stood up, raised her head, clenched her fists, and immediately heard the door next door slam shut with a bang.

In the room, Chen Jun picked up the game console and played a stand-alone puzzle game. The exquisite graphical interface was still stuck at the last level. After playing more than ten games, it still failed.

The irritability in his heart is difficult to eliminate. With rational analysis, he can understand Han Zhiyuan's choice in this situation.

But the absurd thing is that this is because she has no choice at all.

He understands it, but he still can't accept this kind of profit-demand relationship. In his concept, emotion is a very beautiful and pure thing. If there are too many demands, it will change its taste.

Moreover, he also disliked this gradual method of seduction. What did he think of him as a beast? This woman was too scheming, and he didn't dare to provoke her if she could use her own body as a weapon.

Time flies, more than a month has passed.

The city was quiet. Chen Jun stopped the car and looked at the hospital in the distance through the transparent glass window of the Hummer.

This is a private hospital that ranks among the top five in Busan. It is not far from his residence and is also his experimental site.

He did not choose to place the experiment in the villa, not only because he did not want to arouse the woman's opinion, but mainly because he had watched "I Am Legend"

"Why bother yourself?"

He shook his head and smiled, then walked into the hospital's laboratory.

He has already cleared away the zombies here, and he has also set up defense detection devices to detect whether any zombies have entered and destroyed the place.

Continuing the unfinished experiment last time, Chen Jun injected the little squirrel with the blood he extracted from the zombies. Within a few seconds, the little squirrel mutated and became manic and irritable, baring its teeth and screaming.

He then injected it with a turbid yellow solution, which was an antiviral serum he developed from zombie blood.

However, after laying eggs, the mice became more manic, as if they were in estrus, and then soon burped and died in the cage.

Chen Jun twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed in his heart.

After all, he is not the protagonist Nefer in "I Am Legend". He is a top scientist at the national defense level. He is an undergraduate surgeon who has just graduated less than a year ago.

To be honest, he can't even operate many of the equipment in this hospital. What's more, all he knows is surgical and medical technology. He hasn't even touched the threshold at the biological, chemical, genetic and other levels.

There are still 25 days left for the mission to end, so spending this time is not without gains.

Chen Jun walked to the cold room, looked at the zombies packed in bags, picked up his notebook and looked at the situation described above. The medicine has just been injected into his body, and he will check back in two days to check on the situation.

Back at the villa, it was 5:05, the weather was getting colder in November, and it was getting late.

Feeling hungry, he walked to the kitchen, took out the beef for lunch and ate it with bread. Although he was almost tired of eating, meat was still the best source of energy.

During this period of time, the two of them had completely cut off communication. For example, there was always one person in the room during meal time, and they were always in the gym in the morning and in the afternoon. When they met, they would only glance at each other, and then pass by each other indifferently.

Even when we go out for activities, we each search for necessary supplies and do our own activities.

To be honest, this feeling is very difficult. Without someone to communicate with, certain physical and mental problems will occur.

For example, he discovered that sometimes he would have a speech impediment when talking to zombie animals, similar to Robinson Crusoe, and his speech would deteriorate slightly.

Mentally, as the empty city of Busan is gradually explored more than half, the novelty has greatly faded away, replaced by emptiness and numbness, a low mood, and sometimes inexplicable anger and anger in the air.

As a doctor, he understands that he may be suffering from mild depression. Even if he is not, his mood is still in a negative state for a long time, especially since he has an introverted personality.

But in this environment, these are normal human body phenomena and have nothing to do with the person's perseverance and strong body.

Just like you can endure being cut by a sword and a bayonet, from a rational analysis, this only proves that your tolerance is strong, but it does not mean that this kind of injury does not exist, it is not painful, and it does not cause great harm to people.

Just like the hard-blooded veterans on the battlefield, most of them have post-war PTSD [post-traumatic stress disorder], and it is difficult to adapt to society after the war.

After dinner was settled, Chen Jun's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the wall hook, and Han Zhiyuan's equipment bag was not hanging on it.

"How come there isn't?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he shouted her name. He searched the entire villa and found no one, only a letter in the room.

After reading, he looked at the night sky and started the Hummer.