Scholars in the courtyard

After Xu Yuanshan hung up the phone, he impatiently wrapped his coat and ran out.

Not even wearing a mask!

"Everyone, get up, assemble, Security Section, assemble!"

"All workers, assemble!"

Ten minutes later, a group of people were lining up to receive soap.

"Listen carefully. Go back and wash your hands with soap every time you eat!"

"Director Wang, you are responsible for washing the hands and faces of everyone who is sick with soap!"

Xu Yuanshan waved his palms. At this moment, everyone had to listen to him.

Everyone didn't know why, but they didn't dare to lift the tiger's beard.

Soon, after washing their hands, the workers in the chemical plant began to resume production under the leadership of Director Li.

Fortunately, there is enough grease stored here for them to use for two or three days.

On the other side, Yang Xiaotao put down the phone.

I just told Sun Guo from the first branch factory, An Zhongsheng from the steel plant, and the people from the machine repair shop about the situation. Of course, I didn't tell them directly what was going on. I just told them that there was progress and asked them to wait patiently.

When several people heard what Yang Xiaotao said, they didn't have any doubts.

Because Yang Xiaotao always means what he says.

Yang Xiaotao put down the phone and then picked it up again.

Shibalipo

Director Ji looked at the hospital bed covered with white cloth in front of him with a sad expression.

These days, even though a lot of manpower and material resources are expended to ensure the supply of medicines, people are still dying.

Nowadays, it is not only the flu that is harming the human body, but also old diseases caused by fever and cough, especially the elderly. Those who are alive now are also dying.

"Carry it out."

As Director Ji said, two medical staff wearing protective suits and helmets carried the person away and came to the broken kiln behind the village.

These days, the fire here has never been extinguished.

Just as I was leaving the house, looking at the bright sky, my head felt dizzy.

"Director Ji."

The guards around him immediately stepped forward to support him while shouting, "Someone is coming quickly."

Soon several people helped Director Ji aside and sat down to rest.

Director Ji rested for a moment, then picked up the folder he was carrying from the side, which contained the details of the research records here.

Open a page with the information about the person who just carried it, and then solemnly write the word death in the lower column.

Before that, the changes in the old man's condition were clearly described above, from the initial fever, blood condition, to the later reaction of the old man using anti-inflammatory drugs, various Chinese herbal medicines, etc.

She didn't want to remember it, but it was an important part of her research.

She looked through every piece of paper carefully, and every piece of paper would deepen her hatred for the little devil.

Just like the old man said, one day, these murderous demons will be thrown onto the island so that they can also feel this feeling of powerlessness.

Japan, Fu Island.

Cough cough cough

On the street, Erika Uehara covered her mouth and walked home step by step.

As a qualified Japanese housewife, she would get up early every morning to go to the market to buy fresh vegetables, and then go home to make breakfast for her husband and children.

Of course, breakfast is indispensable as well as the milk promoted by the government.

It's just that Mr. Kato Takashi, who delivers milk recently, is always late for some reason, and he hasn't even been seen in the past two days.

All the milk in the family has been weaned.

In the past, I could often see it when I was taking a walk after a meal.

Cough cough cough

As I approached the door of my house, I felt disappointed when I saw that there was still no milk bottle on the steps.

"He must have gone to that bitch Sonoda's house."

He cursed in a low voice, followed by coughing.

Erika Uehara felt her chest was a little hot, much hotter than when she was with Kato Taka.

Her throat was even more dry and sore, and she felt like she had a fever.

Open the door to your home.

"I'm back."

She shouted into the house that usually her husband would get up at this time.

But today, no one responded.

This is basic etiquette.

"I'm back."

Ahem

He raised his voice again, and then a violent coughing sound came from his chest.

Erika Uehara felt a little strange, so she quickly put down her things, took off her shoes, and walked into the house.

"Xiao Ai, are you up?"

Seeing that her eight-year-old son was still sleeping soundly, Erika Uehara quickly stepped forward to wake him up.

But when I turned over to my son, I felt something was wrong with his expression.

"Ah, why is it so hot?"

Shouting, Erika Uehara was a little flustered, "Goro Goro, wake up quickly, Xiao Ai"

"Ah~~"

When she opened the door, she saw her white-haired husband lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Jiwulang, what's wrong with you?"

Ahem

"Here, help, help~~~"

Half an hour later, a modified fire truck drove to the door of Ai Wulang's house.

Soon, a family of three, including Erika Uehara, were all taken away by the car.

Sitting in the car, Erika Uehara looked at the special cars passing by and the tents that had just been set up outside the hospital.

She finally understood that this situation, or rather this cold, was not an ordinary flu.

"idiot!"

Snapped!

"Hi!"

"idiot!"

Snapped!

"Hi!"

"idiot!"

Snapped!

"Hi!"

The sound kept ringing from the office, and the room felt chilly.

"It only takes three days from north to south. Why are there so many?"

A short Japanese man with a beard was rubbing his sore right hand and roaring crazily at his men.

In front of him was a Japanese with a bruised nose and face, and behind them, there was a row of Japanese.

At this moment, no one dared to speak when they were looking at the two people in front of them.

As an important health department of Japan, it has always given top priority to the health and safety of its citizens.

Especially under the slogan of drinking a cup of milk every day and improving the quality of the people, the entire Japanese country is struggling to rise again.

But at this juncture, a large-scale epidemic broke out.

More importantly, the people below did not pay attention to it at first, and only reported the situation after a large number of outbreaks and the hospital could no longer accommodate people.

In just three days, the situation was out of control.

"Have you figured out the matter?"

"Hi, no news for now."

"idiot."

"Hi!"

The beaten subordinate, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen, lowered his head suddenly, feeling uneasy.

"Idiot, now, who can tell me the latest data?"

Rendanhu roared loudly. He believed that it would not be long before a call from the Prime Minister's Office came. He needed accurate data.

"Your Excellency, Minister."

"This is the latest data from around the world today."

A well-dressed female secretary from behind quickly stepped forward.

"Miss Ohashi, I'm not in the mood to read. Please read it."

"yes."

The secretary typed the document and then said in a clear voice, "Deadline is February 10, six o'clock in the morning."

"Our Ministry of Health has obtained the statistics below. There are 135,000 sick people, more than 3,000 deaths, and more than 20,000 people in severe condition."

"Among them, children and the elderly are the main ones, especially in the case of complications, and the number of deaths is still increasing."

"so much?"

"idiot!"

Rendan Beard cursed again, "What's going on at the institute?"

"Your Excellency, the institute has organized some of the country's top experts and professors, many of whom are authorities on epidemic diseases, to conduct research."

"However, the time was too tight, and it also took time to cultivate the bacteria, so there was no result."

"Let them study it as soon as possible. This is a matter of life and death for the people of Dahe. We must do our best to make a breakthrough as soon as possible."

"Hey, I understand."

Ring ring ring

Just when Rendan Huzhi wanted to speak again, the phone on the table rang.

He knew that someone responsible was coming.

After regaining his composure, the respectful expression on his face was the same as that of the person who was beaten just now.

"Hello, Your Excellency."

"Um?"

"What?"

The people in the room looked at their superior leader's eyes widening, and their hearts suddenly sank.

"I, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Rendan Husi sat suddenly on the chair, like an eggplant beaten by frost, his face turned pale.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to speak.

It was not until the end that Rendan's beard trembled and said, "The base, the base has erupted."

The next second, the room was extremely quiet.

Three seconds later, everyone in the room turned pale.

The base, the people there are all uncles and emperors.

"It's over!"

Nagobo.

In an old room, an old man in kimono sat in front of the coffee table, skillfully concealing his tea art.

In front of him, there were two old men with serious expressions on their faces.

"Yamaki-kun, Matsumoto-kun, please use it slowly."

"Thank you!"

The two of them picked up the small teacup together, put it to their lips and took a sip.

This is a set of porcelain stolen from China. It is said that it is from the Ming Dynasty.

Every time a distinguished guest comes, he will use this tea set to entertain the guests, which will remind him of his past glory.

Give him a sense of pride as a national hero.

The two put it down, and the kimono old man added water again, and then the three of them talked about their lives.

Stay away from the smoke and enjoy the beauty.

Life is nothing more than this.

Just as the three of them were reminiscing about the past, a group of plainclothes men suddenly rushed in from the gate, and the man leading them was extremely vicious.

"Mitsuguchi-kun!"

Yamaki and Matsumoto were startled, but saw Mitsuguchi stand up and come to the man.

"Who are you? This is a private residence. Please get out."

"Mitsuguchi Yuichi."

The man did not reply, but looked at the two people behind the old man, "And since you two are here, save your time and come with us."

After saying this and waving his hands, the man in black immediately stepped forward and lifted the three of them up.

"What are you doing?"

The three struggled violently but were forced into the car.

Soon, the car came to an underground entrance, passed through the tunnel, and continued moving forward under the guidance of lights.

The three of them were all soldiers, and after seeing this, they no longer struggled.

When the car stopped, the three of them were taken to an underground fortification, and what they saw in front of them were about ten more people.

Just seeing everyone, everyone showed fear in their eyes.

"Guangguchi-kun, yes, that's what happened."

"Right, it's it, the devil."

"Shut up."

Guangkou yelled at Songmu, and then looked around.

Soon, a Japanese man wearing a kimono came forward.

"Everyone. When you come here and meet old acquaintances, you should have recalled something."

There was some commotion in the crowd.

"It seems everyone knows it."

"In that case, I'll keep it short."

"The demon you once studied has come out."

"What? Impossible!"

Guangkou heard the man's voice and immediately shouted, "Not only did we destroy all the finished products before evacuating, we also brought back the research data, and destroyed the ones we couldn't bring back."

"It can't happen."

The man ignored it.

"Now, tens of thousands of people are infected every day. Do you think I am lying?"

"Every day, hundreds of thousands of outstanding people from Dahe are deprived of their lives. Do you think I'm kidding?"

The man's voice was like a knife, scraping every inch of everyone's skin.

Phew~~~

"Here, there are the best instruments and equipment, the most comprehensive supplies, and the information you studied back then."

"I have invited you here so that you can make an antidote and save the Great River Nation."

"I believe that as demon developers, it shouldn't be difficult for you to create it."

Everyone made a noise again, and then all eyes were focused on Yuichi Mitsuguchi, because he was one of the developers back then.

Ha ha

Hahaha

Suddenly, Mitsuguchi Yuichi laughed, and tears immediately fell from his eyes.

Everyone was suspicious, and the man even came up to him and slapped him twice.

But Mitsuguchi Yuichi actually regained his composure amid this slap.

I have to say that in the Japanese country, the slap culture is very useful.

"it's useless."

Even after returning to normal, Mitsuguchi Yuichi was still decadent, "It's useless."

"The reason why we didn't use it back then was because we were afraid of hurting our own people."

"So, we want to find ways to control it before we use it."

"Unfortunately, there has been no antidote after years of experiments."

Mitsuguchi Yuichi smiled sadly, "You know, the reason why we call it a devil is because there is no antidote that can subdue it!"

"idiot!"

"You, you all, should commit seppuku."

The man was roaring and angry. If he had a knife in his hand, he would thrust it into the chests of these people without hesitation.

Mitsuguchi Yuichi smiled miserably, there was only a thin line between the nation's heroes and its sinners.