thor from the walking dead

"Can……"

Before Edwin could reply, Rick, who had also taken a shower, came over and said, "Hey, Mu, Dr. Edwin, you are all here!"

"Well, I can't sleep. Come and chat with the doctor and learn a lot." Makino pulled out a chair and asked the somewhat drunk Rick to sit down.

"Dr. Edwin, I'm here to thank you." Rick sat down, "Thank you for providing us with such a comfortable and safe place to rest!"

"It should be. It's not easy for you to come all the way~" Dr. Edwin smiled reluctantly.

"By the way, Rick, why don't you go spend time with Lori and Carl? Tonight is a rare moment of peace and quiet, so why should you drink away your worries?" Makino took the half-empty bottle from Rick's hand and said,

Put it out of his reach.

"It's still early, there are some things I just don't want to say, and I can't say them to them~"

Rick's expression was very tangled and painful: "During this period, I have never told you or anyone else what I really think in my heart, not even a hint, because I know that everyone needs a hope and a hope~

"

"But there are some things that are always boring in my heart. It is really uncomfortable. There are too many zombies outside, and our supplies are limited. Even if we have sufficient ammunition, it is just a matter of escaping from one place to another. Death is only a matter of time."

Makino patted Makino on the shoulder: "What are you worrying about? It's very dangerous outside. The zombies are just a group of unarmed thugs who are not afraid of death. With our firepower, it's all in vain."

"That's what I say, but once or twice doesn't matter, what about ten or twenty times? The consumption of ammunition in battle is very scary, and this is not a long-term solution."

Rick is very pessimistic now, which is completely different from the confidence he showed in front of everyone before.

"Hey, hey, hey, Rick, now is not the time to give up. We can grow our own food, we can clean up factories and make our own weapons, and we can be self-sufficient in food, clothing, housing and transportation."

Makino hated iron and continued: "If I can save you, I can save more people in the future. More people are more powerful. Although there are many zombies, we can slowly clear them up. From the beginning, we can stay away from the city.

We will build our foundation in remote areas, and expand appropriately after stabilization. We will build steadily and eventually return to the city!”

As soon as these remarks came out, Rick really listened to them, and his originally gloomy eyes began to shine again, "That makes sense. There must be more zombies in the city, but it is much simpler in the suburbs..."

Dr. Edwin on the side was also a little moved when he heard the words, but did not express an opinion. Makino's previous words still echoed in his mind, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Should he stay at the CDC and be reduced to ashes, or should he leave with Makino's team to pursue the elusive answer~

Finally, Dr. Edwin had the answer.

"Dr. Edwin, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Rick's renewed fighting spirit, Makino looked at Dr. Edwin again.

"I thought about it and think what you said is not completely unreasonable. This weird virus can make people turn into zombies after death. Then it is possible to crack and develop an antidote serum to kill this virus!" Ed

Dr. Wen was successfully tricked by Makino into boarding the ship.

"Yes, that's it. Now everyone should unite as one and play their own value!"

next day

"Good morning everyone~"

"Good morning, Doctor"

Everyone has gotten up early, and even if they are in a safe place now, they cannot change the habits they have formed for a long time.

"Everyone is awake, let's take a look at this!"

Dr. Edwin saw that everyone had gotten up and gathered, so he called everyone to the large screen in the hall.

"Wei, play Experiment No. 19~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the large screen lit up, and then a picture was displayed. It could be seen that it was a monitoring picture of a person.

"Few people have read this information, but it doesn't look like something to be happy about." Dr. Edwin

"Is that the brain?" Andrea wondered, not understanding the purpose of Dr. Edwin showing them this.

"Yes, and he also has an outstanding brain. Okay, without further ado, Wei, show me the enlarged view of the interior."

Following Dr. Edwin's order, the monitoring screen showed a close-up of the head, and everyone could see it more clearly.

"What are those bright spots?" Moore, a rough guy, fully embodies the spirit of asking questions when you don't understand.

"This is a person's life experience and memory, everything is here, all these tissue networks, all these bright spots, they create you, make you unique and human." Edwin continued.

Popular science.

But obviously this kind of high-level knowledge involves Moore's knowledge blind spot: "By the way, can you say something that I can understand?"

Everyone was speechless, but they all looked at Dr. Edwin, and they didn't understand.

Dr. Edwin was helpless, but continued to patiently educate people: "Those are synapses, the electronic impulses in the brain. They carry all information. They control what you say, do and think from the time you are born.

, until you die.”

"Until death, is this a surveillance image?" Lori

"Yes, to be precise, it is the playback of the monitoring image." Dr. Edwin nodded: "Experiment No. 19, a person who was bitten and infected with the virus, and voluntarily allowed us to record the transformation process."

After that, Dr. Edwin asked Wei to play a few more monitoring images.

"The virus infects the brain like meningitis, causing bleeding in the adrenal glands, shutting down the brain, then to major organs, and ultimately death."

"The mutation time after death also varies. The report said it was as short as three minutes and as long as eight hours. As for this patient, it was two hours, one minute and seven seconds."

"Is it the virus that makes the brain work again?" Glenn, who was hungover, was stunned and looked like he had gained knowledge.

"No, it's just that the brain stem is activated. In principle, it makes the zombies get up and move." Dr. Edwin took out the card and swiped it on the instrument: "Wei, close the home screen and workbench."

Standing up, Edwin looked at everyone and said solemnly: "There are still thirty minutes before the disinfection process starts. The things stored underground at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention are very harmful, including biological and chemical weapons, smallpox virus, and viruses that can kill half of the people."

Ebola strains of life, and in the event of a catastrophic power failure, such as during a terrorist attack, the system will activate hit disinfection to prevent any organisms that may carry the source of infection from leaving!"

"h.i.t.s?"

"Wei, explain hit"

"Hit refers to a strong pulse thermobaric oil and gas bomb, which contains a two-stage aerosol ignition device.

The destructive power and durability of the shock wave produced by it are superior to all known explosives and second only to nuclear weapons.

Ignition of oxygen under vacuum pressure between 5,000 and 6,000 degrees Celsius can lead to extremely heavy casualties and property losses."