Chapter 112 Frankenstein

The research layer is also the office layer that researchers often call. They are developing downwards and deep in the belly of the mountain.

The location here is not big, the whole "no. People. War. In the mountain belly space of the Machine Research Center, according to Dong Zhishu's estimate, the leaders' mansions occupy at least one-fifth of the space. This is also the main reason why the research layer and the residential layer are greatly compressed.

Compared with the more complex leadership residential floor, the situation here is very simple. Especially for aspiring doctors like Mr. Yan, when they work here, all their space is not large. At least this floor cannot be compared with the 300-meter mansion that Director Ji just saw by Dong Zhishu.

At this time, Dong Zhishu suppressed his inner sadness. He was determined to finish the work of cleaning up the base like these soldiers in front of him.

Both sides of the narrow passage are equipped with electric sliding doors and electronic locks. The glass door makes people unable to see the structure inside, but Dong Zhishu knew it clearly, and soon he found Mr. Yan's laboratory.

"I don't think there is anyone else on this floor. Everyone has gone to eat. I'm afraid he is the only one who can stay here. I'm sure he doesn't know what's going on outside, so we can open the door and go in by ourselves!"

"Don't worry, follow the rules!"

The commissioned officer stopped Dong Zhishu's unauthorized action. When he entered the passage, it was the earth armored car that Qin Xuwen came up with. Although this thing is pushed by hand, it is quite useful in the process of cleaning up the base.

When he came to Mr. Yan's laboratory of Dong Zhishu, Dong Zhishu took out his magnetic card. As the magnetic card passed, it was surprising that the door lock was still flashing red.

"This..."

"This is a security measure. Before the alert of the base is lifted, all the portals are locked. Use your PDA. With its signal, the door will open!"

The sergeant with him obviously knew what was going on. When he spoke, the assault rifle in his hand still pointed around. Such tension makes Dong Zhishu feel a little funny and completely unnecessary.

As he said, Mr. Yan's life definitely needs to be taken care of. No one took care of him. He didn't know how to eat or change clothes and get a haircut. Not because he is stupid, but because he is too addicted to research.

When the teacher Yan was rescued, his words made Dong Zhishu feel a little ironic. Even this scene made him smile from the sadness of Jia Yingying's death. Being dragged by the soldiers, Mr. Yan, who was about to be rescued, jumped up.

"What did you do to catch me? I didn't do anything. I'm just an associate researcher. I'm just doing experiments here. Is there any justice or law..."

Obviously, until now, he did not understand what the outside world has become like, and how many people have been killed by the abominable zombie virus. In order not to cause more conflicts, Dong Zhishu pulled Mr. Yan in the arms of the soldier like a fish on the shore.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, you'd better put him down. He just doesn't understand the situation! And I see that the door of the laboratory is still tightly closed, so don't worry, he must have never gone out, so it is impossible to be bitten.

People who walked with Dong Zhishu looked at him doubtfully and didn't understand how he judged it. When Dong Zhishu explained this, I felt a little funny. Especially after the soldiers let go of Mr. Yan of Dong Zhishu, he actually took out two soft sponge earplugs from his ears. Dong Zhishu knew that that was his way to deal with the notice or other things he didn't want to hear.

In fact, there will be more Chinese-style research institutes. Sometimes Dong Zhishu doesn't understand that it is now the 21st century. When everyone uses computers to conduct online meetings to save time to solve problems, the weekly morning meeting of the "Unmanned Fighter Research Center" is still held.

Although all the people who come to the meeting are drowsy and know what the leaders are talking about, the meeting itself is more important than conveying instructions and other things. But Mr. Yan of Dong Zhishu never participated. He said that it was a waste of life. Although the institute deducted his bonus for this matter, he still did not go to the meeting.

Dong Zhishu continued to introduce his teacher Yan in front of him to the soldiers.

"This is my tutor, Dr. Yan, who is a thorough technology otaku. I usually bring him food at this time, and then he will study here until he is sleepy and find a place to sleep. I guess he hasn't figured it out yet. We are already in the disaster caused by the biochemical crisis!"

Dong Zhishu's explanation made the soldiers looked at each other in connocent. They did not believe that there were really people in China who were so obsessed with scientific research. Just like the crazy scientist in Frankenstein, he has lived far away from the crowd, just asking others not to disturb his research.

After stopping the further conflict, Dong Zhishu lifted his mask and took a few minutes to explain the current situation to Dr. Yan in front of him. When he lifted the mask, Mr. Yan of Dong Zhishu found that he was actually his assistant researcher.

"Xiao Dong, what are you doing here if you don't go to dinner? Look at what you are wearing. How can you experiment with this thing!"

This time, not only did Dong Zhishu feel a little funny, but even the soldiers laughed on the radio. What kind of person is this? It's like living in a person's world. He didn't even think about it. If there was really something wrong, would Dong Zhishu have been dressed like this when he was sick?

"Mr. Yan, we have a big problem here. Now there is a virus circulating in the base, and many people have become zombies. Zombies are the kind in the Resident Evil movie... Oh, by the way, you haven't seen it. Zombies are a little similar to medieval ghouls in Europe!"

Dong Zhishu's description is nonsense for his teacher Yan's rigorous scientific mind. If you don't see it with your own eyes, if you don't experiment to get the same results in person, you want him to believe - dream.

"Resident Evil, what kind of Resident Evil? I know the ghoul, it's just a thing to make up to coax children! Xiao Dong, you have to pay attention. You watch too many science fiction movies, and you don't look like a scholar! As a scholar, you have to learn to distinguish between those science fiction films and which are pseudo-science fiction. Look what you're talking about now, bio...chemical...crisis? You have watched too many science fiction movies, how is that possible?

Sure enough, Mr. Yan's first reaction was to question this matter. Like many good scholars, experiments that cannot be repeated are not really exist. The only thing Xiao Dong can do is to try his best to convince him that they are really in the disaster formed by the biochemical crisis.

"It's true, Mr. Yan, we are now in a biochemical disaster. I heard someone say..."

Speaking of this, Dong Zhishu took a look at the soldiers around him. These soldiers turned their heads knowingly. Probably they also knew what Dong Zhishu would say, but they would pretend not to hear it. After all, if you don't hear it, it's not a rumor.

"Mr. Yan, I heard that such a problem has occurred all over the country. Zombies will chase all the living people, and hell will be full of guests..."

Dong Zhishu tried to make things more serious, so that Mr. Yan in front of him could wake up from the life of a "scientific idiot". That is to say, technology is no longer important now, but the issue of survival is important.

What Dong Zhishu didn't expect was that Mr. Yan in front of him just lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then the answer first gave Dong Zhishu the feeling of irony and admiration.

"Does it appear all over the country?"

"Yes, Mr. Yan, such a thing has happened all over the country!"

When Dong Zhishu was reconfirmed, his teacher Yan really believed this matter. He lowered his head and frowned and thought for a long time. When he raised his head again, he was not in a hurry to go somewhere safe, but thinking about a solution to the problem.

"Well, if something like that really happens, that's the problem. But what does that have to do with me? I think maybe the military still needs nothing. People. Machine! According to what you described as something like a medieval ghoul in Europe, I think the military should need a small, small and fast-deployable individual aircraft. I think this is the result of what we need! Let me ask their technical requirements first, and if there is nothing wrong, you can go!"

"Mr. Yan, this is..."

Dong Zhishu stared, but Mr. Yan had been immersed in the new problem in his head, and he would not pay attention to it again.

"Mr. Yan, well, you sit in this car and continue to think about your questions. We sent you to the officer of the base. I think he can contact his superiors, and then..."

"Oc's it, Dong, you go. If you have time later, just send me some steamed buns. Otherwise...or forget it!"

In desperation, Dong Zhishu had to take out his PDA and contact Gao Daquan.

"What, don't leave the laboratory. That won't work. I can't keep anyone in the whole base until the whole base is checked. You guys, you have to put him out for me!"

However, when Dong Zhishu finished Mr. Yan's words, Gao Daquan was out of the question, and he only said one sentence.

"Give him the PDA, and I'll tell him!"

Mr. Yan of Dong Zhishu was not moved by Gao Daquan's order at all. Dong Zhishu saw that he had raised the corners of his mouth impatiently and knew that he was going to curse. He will be angry because someone delays his research.

"Captain Gao, he..."

Just as Dong Zhishu was about to explain it to Gao Daquan, his teacher Yan suddenly thought of something. This surprised everyone and thought that he would wake up from his research!

But after he said it, everyone knows that he was still immersed in his own research.

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