Otherworld Girl Development Guide

With its high transmissibility and a mortality rate as high as 90%, Ebola can easily lead to large-scale outbreaks if not controlled in time. Therefore, it is considered one of the deadliest viruses. Now, this virus has been carried into densely populated areas by bystanders...

"...I'm afraid that at this very moment, the blood plague has already spread. If we don't take urgent measures, it might be the end of the Beacon of Light..."

"...Most importantly, even if we reduce its 'toxicity,' it will still mutate in immunocompromised patients..."

"Mazefak! Didn't you say you were confident you could control it?!"

Trump glared at the other party, feeling like he had been tricked. Those capitalists kept saying that everything was under control, but when the time came, they told him that things were out of control!

The virus expert gave a wry smile; he was well aware of the nature of those capitalists behind the scenes.

If you can't make money, you might as well go all in and take a gamble. You can also use vaccine development as a gimmick to make a fortune in the stock market... If everything goes smoothly, doubling the market value is not a dream.

As for a miracle drug... we'll develop it slowly, take our time, and see what happens. There's always a way to overcome difficulties, isn't there?

"My suggestion is... to immediately lock down the surrounding cities and announce to the public that there has been a laboratory gas leak..." the virus expert said seriously.

The Ebola virus has a biosafety level of 4, which is the highest level. The incubation period of the virus can be 2 to 21 days, but it is usually only 5 to 10 days.

Some patients died within 48 hours of Ebola infection, and their deaths were often gruesome. The virus spread rapidly and multiplied in the body, attacking multiple organs, causing them to deform, die, and slowly decompose...

The patient first suffered internal bleeding, then bled profusely from all seven orifices, and continuously vomited necrotic tissue from internal organs. He eventually died due to extensive internal bleeding, brain damage, and other causes.

From the outside, the person appears to be melting, creating a terrifying visual impact that could cause panic throughout society!

Therefore, the most urgent measure is to impose a lockdown to prevent the spread of the blood epidemic.

Simply put, it's a "total lockdown".

“Impossible…” Another White House expert shook his head: “...The public will absolutely not accept us locking down the city; they will protest.”

Massive protests will break through the city hall gates, and during the protests, the blood plague will spread far and wide. Modern transportation will allow the blood plague to spread throughout the entire beacon country within 24 hours.

The virus expert slumped back in his chair, knowing... this day might truly be the darkest day in the history of the United States.

History will remember the disease known as the "Blood Plague of the Beacon Country".

Chapter 22 Infiltration

Viruses that originated in specific regions are often recorded in history, such as the Spanish flu, although the Spanish flu did not originate in Spain...

Listening to the virus expert's words, Trump's face turned very ugly. He might have to take the blame, which would be an indelible stain. His competitors would definitely use this as an excuse to attack his reputation, or even impeach him.

"Is there any way we can prevent the 'blood plague' from spreading? Or, if it does spread, how much will we lose?" Trump asked, staring at the virus expert.

"This...the modified blood plague, while having a significantly lower mortality rate, is still far more deadly than other viruses. As long as the movement of people is restricted, the virus will kill its host before it can spread..."

Virology experts are well aware of the characteristics of bloodborne diseases, and they whispered a cruel conclusion: infectious diseases can be prevented from spreading if the host is infected and proper post-infection procedures are followed.

"...Therefore, we need to lock down the city, wait for the virus to break out, and kill all the infected hosts."

"What will be the economic impact if the city is locked down?"

"In the short term, this will cause unemployment to rise, the economy to decline, and crime rates to soar..."

Faced with the expert's advice, Trump pondered... According to the tradition of the United States, if the president leads a rebellion, he can easily ride in a convertible sports car.

A city lockdown is impossible; Trump won't take the blame, but he can shift the blame... For example, this virus expert is the perfect scapegoat.

What is your suggestion?

"First, find those suspected of being infected with the blood plague, and isolate them."

Virology experts wanted to suggest "euthanasia," but that was too cyberpunk. They decided to first set up a concentration camp to gather these infected hosts together.

The King nodded, turned to look at a certain internal affairs department, and narrowed his eyes.

The head of the internal affairs department wiped the sweat from his brow and said in a low voice, "My...Your Majesty, there are no cameras at the intersection where the traffic accident occurred, and it's a major transportation hub. We don't know exactly how many vehicles pass through there..."

"..."

The United States' infrastructure is not as strong as that of China. As a democratic country, it certainly doesn't need cameras; that would be an affront to personal freedom.

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December 25th is Christmas Day in the West.

The streets and alleys were filled with a festive atmosphere. The fireplace crackled and popped as the wood burned quietly, releasing heat and warming the entire room.

A Christmas tree adorned with all sorts of decorations stands prominently in the room.

"Honey...the turkey in the oven is ready, could you bring it to me?"

The man, who was wrapping Christmas presents, spoke to his wife who was busy in the kitchen. Upon hearing this, his wife opened the oven, took out a turkey from the oven, placed it on the table, and kissed her husband and their two children sitting at the table.

"Cough cough..."

The wife suddenly felt a pain in her throat and coughed lightly a few times.

"Honey, what's wrong?" her husband asked with concern.

"It's nothing, probably just a cold..."

The husband nodded in relief. It's a unique flu in the United States; it wouldn't be the United States if it didn't have an outbreak every year.

"...Just take some medicine later. Okay, let's start our party. I wonder what Trump will say in his Christmas speech this year... cough cough."

Ding-dong~ The doorbell rang, and the husband looked at the door warily. Only after realizing that it was his friend did he open the door.

"Oh! Sam, you're here! And Katie too..."

The husband went up and hugged his friend, and then hugged his friend's wife.

"Hey buddy, hopefully I'm not too late..."

"Of course, dinner has just begun, please come in!"

Sam carried the gifts into the room, and soon the two families sat down at the square table, where a sumptuous dinner was laid out. The party began amidst laughter and chatter, while outside the dining room window, a different scene unfolded.

Some homeless people pushed shopping carts they had taken from supermarkets, moving their bodies in the biting winter wind to avoid falling asleep in the cold.

The old man shakily pulled a box of matches from his pocket, his frozen hands trembling as he opened the box printed with the "Stars and Stripes" and pulled out a match.

With a hissing sound, the match slowly lit up, illuminating the old man's vision.

From the dim, yellow flames, the old man seemed to see his younger self fighting on Iwo Jima...

"Cough cough..."

An elderly man coughed incessantly, feeling a buzzing in his head and weakness all over his body.

The old man wanted to get up and move around. In the cold winter night, if he accidentally fell asleep, he would freeze to death in the cold, just like the little match girl. It wasn't that no one wanted to find fuel, but in this cold winter, fuel was an extremely luxurious thing. The matches in his pocket were his last "torch".

"cough cough..."

"cough cough..."

The old man coughed incessantly. He felt his hands and feet were ice-cold, while his body temperature kept rising; he had a fever...

The scene before him gradually blurred, and soon, amidst violent coughing, the old man's vision went black, he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground, blood slowly flowing from his nose, staining the white snowflakes beneath him red.

Passersby glanced coldly at the unconscious elderly man and then paid him no further attention, while some homeless people took the opportunity to snatch items from his shopping cart.

It lacks any of the universal values ​​promoted by the West; instead, it resembles a cruel law of the jungle, where the strong plunder the resources of the weak in order to survive. On this land, only the strong are worthy of living; it is a world of survival of the fittest!

Soon, all the old man's belongings were looted, leaving only the unconscious man lying on the ground, with conspicuous blood on the ground...

Ambulances? Those are rare medical resources; they won't be dispatched for such "worthless" discarded items.

Drip...drip...the blood from his mouth and nose gradually congealed, the cold gradually receded from the old man, and he felt his body warming up instead.

In his final moments of lucidity, the old man struggled to open his eyes. The last thing he saw was the dim yellow light of a street lamp, like the glow of a lit match... Then his consciousness faded. In his final moments, the paradise proclaimed by the West did not arrive; only darkness remained before him.

Squeak, squeak, squeak... Several sewer rats peeked out from the corner, looked around, and after finding no threat, slowly approached the silent human.

Chapter 23 Spread

On December 26th, the United States was still filled with celebration.

Every day is filled with singing and dancing, but in the corners of the streets, every day there are homeless people freezing to death and shopping carts being looted.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

"cough cough..."

At a middle-class gathering, some young people started coughing incessantly.

"You have a cold?"

"Maybe..." The man, dressed in a very flamboyant style, shrugged and said, "...I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days."

"Me too, is the flu this year a bit severe?"

"It's okay, some medicine will do."

After that, DJ music started playing in the hall. The young people, brimming with hormones, swayed their bodies, letting loose and releasing their youth. No one took the cough seriously, thinking it was just the "flu"... Even in the "open" beacon of the world, some young men and women who had already found each other started exchanging glances... eager to get to know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

In the streets and alleys of New York, the proportion of people coughing was not high, and at first no one took it seriously.

Residents only occasionally find some rodent carcasses in the corners. These carcasses are mangled and bloody, as if they had been run over by wheels. No one cares whether these small animals live or die; they just glance at them with annoyance.

Three days later, some of the people infected with the flu began to experience high fever, headache, weakness, and muscle pain.

Those with better financial conditions were transferred to hospitals, while residents with poorer conditions could only tough it out, hoping that their bodies' own immune systems could help them recover.

"Sam...Sam...Are you alright?"

Linda took the medicine and water to the bedside and looked at her husband with some concern.

At first, she thought Sam had just caught a cold, until he coughed up blood. When Linda took her husband to the hospital, she was told that there were no beds available. After registering and buying some medicine, she was advised by the doctor to "rest at home".

"Cough cough... I'm fine... Linda, I just feel a little unwell..." Sam said weakly, lying on the bed, "...I'll be fine after taking some medicine."

Linda went over and helped Sam sit up, letting him lean against the headboard.

Sam laboriously raised his hand to take the antibiotics and water... After taking the antibiotics, Sam lay back down in bed, and Linda thoughtfully covered him with a blanket.

Just then, he felt a heat in his lower body, and a stream of heat flowed out through the steel door.

"Oh...shit!"

Sam cursed weakly, thinking he had lost control of his bladder.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Linda glanced at Sam, then got up and walked toward the door.