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Chapter 26 Get Me Beaten Up! I Just Want a Kemono-kun Girl to Take Care of Me! (Please Read On)

At this moment.

The research team is working patiently.

Some people took photos of various bone specimens with cameras.

Some categorize the various battlefield spoils.

The soldiers assisting them had a simple job: running errands and organizing supplies.

Specimen of the Dead: Number D127.

The icy blue light within the bone numbered D127 continued to weaken, and the bone fragments began to exhibit characteristics similar to those of a normal organism.

The researchers documented all of this.

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Not far away, Li Xiang's deputy, Zhao Jiaqi, was frantically using a surgical chainsaw to cut up a mangled, frozen corpse...

Before long, the frozen corpse was cut into 5-centimeter-long pieces.

As it was cut into pieces, a considerable amount of decay was revealed, but the cross-sections emitted a faint glow.

"Record: Three hours after the otherworldly mummified and frozen skeletons were torn apart, the faint glow within the bones began to weaken over time, unlike the rate of degeneration of specimens that had degenerated into bones."

"Initial speculation: The blue glow is likely a supernatural medium. The longer it interferes with the corpse and the longer it exists, the greater the impact on the remains. Consequently, the combat power and vitality of the undead skeletons will also increase."

After a flurry of activity, the data was recorded.

After cleaning up the battlefield wreckage, Zhao Jiaqi breathed a sigh of relief. After changing her oxygen tank, she asked, "How are the control group mice that ate the experimental meat doing?"

"It's nothing serious! During the magical undead attack, the mice all showed signs of anxiety and fear. The control group mice that ate the carrion showed even stronger anxiety."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiaqi's spirits lifted: "Have the mice with infected wounds and those that ate carrion become undead?"

“No,” the researcher who was with Zhao Jiaqi took out a record of data: “This is the in vivo analysis of a mouse that was just dissected!”

Zhao Jiaqi is looking at the analysis data of the mice.

After ingesting carrion, the mice exhibited abnormally active immune cells and hemoglobin, as well as varying degrees of changes in nerve signals and brain function.

The B-class control group, consisting of mice with artificially inflicted cuts whose wounds became infected, exhibited typical pain abnormalities and increased metabolism, but no other changes.

Class C control mice, fed twice their own amount of infected flesh, exhibited an active immune system.

The mice in the D control group were tested using, but not limited to, blood coagulated directly from cyproheptadine.

Zhao Jiaqi carefully observed that all the control group mice showed increased metabolism and irritability, but no complete loss of control, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"A strong metabolic reaction in the body, almost like food poisoning! Haha, good news."

The absence of fatal infections and mutations is not good news!

"Yes, once the main force arrives, we can conduct more detailed tests to confirm the level of danger in the air of this other world."

Everything else can be done little by little, but you need to be careful about infection and undead transformation.

The fact that air, blood, and food do not immediately turn living beings into undead is truly great news for humanity.

After completing these analyses, Zhao Jiaqi suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how is that wounded soldier now?"

"He is safe, his injuries are not serious, and he shows no abnormalities!"

"Where is he now?"

"A makeshift field hospital located 100 meters from the Time-Space Gate."

"Defense against magical infection within the domain?"

"Yes."

"Let's go and have a look!"

The air in the temporary medical station not far from the hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Ankang lay on an isolation cot, his closed protective suit torn and stripped off long ago.

The attack at dawn broke his defenses, and he also absorbed air from this world.

At that moment, he was staring intently at the ceiling, feeling like a piece of meat awaiting judgment.

Fifteen minutes later, a comrade came by as usual, clapping his hands a few times. "Ankang, what number is this?"

An Kang's eyes shifted slightly, focusing on the hand, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"three."

"Hehe, as long as you're still thinking straight!"

His comrade withdrew his hand, grinned, and then drew a checkmark on the record sheet.

An Kang twitched the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyes at the other person, and then pulled on his broken ribs again.

hiss--

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing him to gasp sharply.

An Kang closed his eyes, the images of that frantic battle in the early hours of the morning still pounding in his mind.

The sandbags piled up in front of the heavy machine gun position were torn apart by some enormous force, followed by a terrifying impact that could shatter steel.

If it weren't for the sandbags and the bulletproof plates inside the protective suit, his heart would now be a transparent hole.

The kind that's refreshingly cool.

After passing out and then waking up, the person was lying here.

The damage to his protective suit, along with the splatter marks from what he couldn't tell was gravel or something else, meant he was directly exposed to the potentially toxic air of this world.

As expected, he underwent the highest level of isolation and observation after receiving treatment.

If any physiological abnormalities of undead transformation occur, he will be met with a scorching hot metal bullet.

The thought of this made him feel uneasy.

I opened my eyes, turned my head, and looked at the gap in the tent.

It's daybreak.

The sunlight from this other world, with its cool hue, dispelled the darkness of the long night.

The cold air rushed into his lungs, and the sharp pain in his chest invigorated him; the pain brought him an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Ah Fa, I feel like the air in this world is pretty good," An Kang murmured to himself.

Ah Fa muttered to himself, "It's a pity we can't take off our protective suits yet!"

Article 7 of the safety agreement states that protective clothing should not be removed until the safety of the air and other aspects of the other world is confirmed.

Details determine life safety; everything is to prevent a morbid tragedy like that in the classic movie "Prometheus"!

"Hmm~" An Kang didn't want to talk to the other person anymore.

"Ankang, it's been ten minutes. What time is it?"

"do not know!"

"Hehe, Ankang, you better answer me, you don't want to be unable to find a beast-eared girl as a girlfriend, do you?"

"Five! It's five!!" An Kang practically roared, "Qian Guofa, you bastard, I need a beast-eared girl to take care of me, not your worthless scoundrel!"

"Hee hee hee~"

While the two were still talking, the tent flap was lifted, and a field medic walked in.

He glanced at the soldiers who were fooling around, and his gaze finally settled on An Kang's slightly flushed face.

"Comrade Ankang, are you alright?"

"fine!"

"Don't mess with him!" Qian Guofa chuckled, took a few steps back, and handed the space over to the military doctor!

"Comrade Ankang, I'd like to draw another vial of blood." The military doctor's tone left no room for argument, and he had already taken out a new blood collection tube.

As he prepared, he stared into An Kang's eyes and asked, "Is there anything else unusual about your body? For example, are you confused, or have you seen anything you shouldn't have?"

(End of this chapter)