I'll hand over the system soon.

Unpalatable swear words came out of Wu Jian's mouth as if they were free. Sancho frowned and formed an ice pick, hovering on Wu Jian's temple.

"You can continue talking and see which one is faster, your mouth or my ice pick."

To deal with such people, reasoning is useless, and deterrence by force is the most direct and effective way.

"You think I'm scared, don't you dare touch me, unless you want your whole family to die with you!"

Wu Jian, who had never suffered such a big loss since he was a child, didn't know what it meant to gain wisdom after suffering. Even though he had lost an arm, he still didn't know how to restrain himself. He was sure that Sancho would not dare to hurt him again.

"I'm sorry, I'm alone." As he said this, Sancho removed the ice pick, activated his thunder power, and shocked Wu Jian, who was still yelling, to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, teaching him a painful lesson.

Exhaling a puff of black smoke, Wu Jian stared at Sancho in disbelief, "How dare you shock me!"

"Aren't your arms and your current appearance enough to prove whether I dare or not?" Sancho became increasingly impatient. This man wasted her too much time.

"Get out of here now, if you bother me again, I will make you a complete useless person!"

After saying that, Sancho strode away, followed by Zhao Meng who trotted to catch up with admiration and worry at the same time.

"Sister Yu Lan, you are too brave!" Zhao Mengxing looked at Sancho with eyes, "But you are too impulsive. Aren't you afraid that Wu Jian will go back and complain to Minister Wu?"

"Then will Minister Wu show favoritism for him?" Sancho said casually without stopping.

Zhao Meng nodded vigorously: "Definitely! That Wu Jian used to use his uncle to bully the people in our institute, and then there was a prickly head in the institute who thought it would be great if he had superpowers, so that Wu Jian Jian punished him, but the prickly head was kicked out of the institute the next day."

This surprised Sancho, "Didn't Professor Ming care?"

Professor Ming is not the kind of person who allows his subordinates to be bullied by others.

"Oh, that prick head is not under Professor Ming, but from another laboratory." Zhao Meng explained.

The Department of Biochemistry is not the only department in the institute. There are all the research departments that should have existed before the end of the world, but now the Department of Biochemistry is the key department in the institute.

"So do you think that Minister Wu can surpass Professor Ming and take action against me?"

Zhao Meng was stunned, "It doesn't seem possible."

Although Minister Wu has a lot of power, it is probably not feasible for him to interfere with Professor Ming's affairs in the Department of Biochemistry.

In the Department of Biochemistry, Professor Ming is the one and only one. The director of the base has nothing to do unless the base wants to change the Department of Biochemistry to another director.

But before the apocalypse, Professor Ming was a well-deserved leader in the field of biological sciences, let alone after the apocalypse.

"Then aren't you afraid that Wu Jian will turn around and find someone to do something against you secretly?" Zhao Meng was still a little worried.

It is true that Wu Jian has too many criminal records, and because he is protected by Minister Wu, he is used to acting lawlessly. He is really capable of doing things like this behind the scenes.

"Then let him come." Sancho said nonchalantly.

While they were talking, the two of them had already entered the laboratory. Everyone in the laboratory was very busy and frowning at the experiments in their hands.

This tense and busy atmosphere instantly made Zhao Meng as quiet as a chicken. He didn't dare to chat with Sancho anymore and sneaked back to his place to deal with the work at hand.

Sancho walked into Professor Ming's office.

In less than a month, Professor Ming, who was still full of black hair before the end of the world, has now gradually grown gray hair, and there is a lingering sadness in his brows.

"teacher."

Sancho's voice woke up Professor Ming, who was fascinated by a piece of experimental data.

"Oh Yu Lan, what do you want from me?" Professor Ming rubbed his brows and felt dizzy.

"I want to find out about the situation from you." Sancho found a seat and sat down without treating himself as an outsider.

Professor Ming knew what Sancho wanted to ask. He took out a document from the safe at his feet and handed it to Sancho, "Read it for yourself."

Sancho took the document and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

"The R virus turned out to be a mutation of the previous influenza virus? How is this possible!" Closing the file, Sancho had 1,800 questions in his mind.

The R virus is the institute's name for the zombie virus. After nearly a month of research, they did not come up with much useful information. They only knew that the R virus was a mutation of the influenza virus that swept the world.

"Although it sounds incredible, it is the fact. Because the influenza did not cause any terrible consequences, and after research, the mutations were not very harmful, so it did not get everyone's attention."

"But in fact, this virus only has extremely harsh conditions for mutation. It needs to lurk in the human environment for a long time before it suddenly mutates. Once it mutates, it becomes the current R virus, quickly turning living people into Zombies.”

Sancho still expressed her incomprehension. This was far from what she had learned.

"The existence of creatures like zombies is very unreasonable." Holding the report in his hand, Sancho was confused for the first time.

It has no sense of pain, but has hearing and smell, and is attracted to the smell and sound of blood. Cutting off hands and feet will not cause death, but breaking the heart and head will cause death.

These habits are extremely unbiological.

Secondly, zombies survive by eating human flesh, but as the apocalypse progresses, the food for zombies becomes less and less. So how do zombies without food sources survive?

Unless, the food sources of zombies are not just humans!

"Yes, the existence of this kind of creature is very unreasonable, so we have not yet studied the operating mechanism of the R virus. Its structure is also very complex. We don't even fully understand its structure." Professor Ming sighed deeply. Take a breath.

It has been almost a month since the end of the world, and countless people are struggling in dire straits, waiting for rescue.

But in this month, they have made no progress, which makes him not sad.

"What about the original source of the flu virus?" Sancho asked again.

If you cannot analyze the virus from its structure and operating mechanism, then perhaps starting from its source is a good choice.

Professor Ming shook his head, "I don't know either."

Too many things were damaged in the last days. The influenza virus was not taken seriously at first. We only knew that it came suddenly and quickly. After knowing that it was harmless, no one stopped studying its origin.

Sancho, who didn't get much useful information from Professor Ming, was unusually frustrated.

Sure enough, human hope is not so easy to achieve.

Suddenly, Sancho thought of Jinya.

Jin Ya is reborn, so she should know something about the R virus?

I just don’t know how many years after the apocalypse she was reborn, and how much she knows about the R virus.

It was such a close call. Fortunately, we made it before midnight. Good night, my dears.