Zongman: The post-2D era

Chapter 774: The Creator's Doomsday Record

Sunday, August 11

"If you want to see Meteora, go by yourself!"

After saying that, Bonnie gently broke free from Feng Feng's hand, turned and walked towards the window. Her back looked particularly lonely and resolute under the moonlight.

"I don't mind at all."

The sea breeze blew through the half-open window, ruffling her hair and seeming to whisper about unknown challenges.

"Pirates are free, you are... me too."

Bonnie took a deep breath of the salty and humid air, her gaze passed through the city lights and turned to the boundless ocean. Her eyes were flashing with desire for the unknown and resistance to fate.

At this moment, she seemed to be ready. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, she would protect the pride and freedom of pirates in her own way even if she was alone.

This is the only memory she, a pirate from another world, has of her hometown.

Feng Feng opened the door at the entrance, scratched his head and said with a smile: "I'll ask Meteora to approve some "funding" so that I can come back and make you something delicious."

Bonnie purred, staring at the door that closed behind her and muttering, "Since you cooked a good meal, I will not plan for your little failure."

The key in Feng Feng's hand turned gently, making a subtle and crisp sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet street.

He stopped and involuntarily looked back at the entrance of the community. There was no one there except the guard wearing a mask.

An inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. Was it the worry about Bonnie, or the sadness about the empty streets and the disappearance of the old man at the gate of the community?

He shook his head and threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

He turned around and walked towards the National University of Sciences Hospital in Meteora.

The shadows of the street lamps on both sides of the street are long, interweaving with the lights of the occasional passing cars, forming a flowing picture of the fight against the epidemic.

The hospital building gradually became clear in the distance. Its towering outline looked particularly solemn and mysterious, like a lighthouse, guiding those who were lost to find their way.

At the hospital entrance, the crowd was surging like a tide, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety and fear.

In the sunlight, their figures were slightly distorted due to nervousness, and their eyes flashed with deep worry about unknown diseases.

Symptoms of crystallization can be seen from time to time in the crowd. Some people's arms are covered with thin ice crystals, while others have strange salt-like substances on their faces. These strange phenomena make the already depressing atmosphere even heavier.

As soon as Feng Feng stepped into this chaotic vortex, he immediately became the focus of everyone's dissatisfaction.

"Hey, why are you cutting in line?"

"We've been waiting for so long, why do you push forward as soon as you get here?"

Protests were heard one after another, mixed with anger and helplessness. He stopped and looked around, only to see anxious faces close at hand, some even crying as they told of their family members' illnesses.

Feng Feng felt mixed emotions. He knew very well that he did not mean to cut in line, but in this situation, any explanation seemed pale and powerless.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice calm and powerful: "Please be patient, I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to look for someone, maybe I can help."

As he spoke, he showed the proof of his connection with Meteora in an attempt to calm the crowd, but the restlessness in the crowd did not seem to be abated at all.

As Feng Feng finished his words, a hurried sound of footsteps came from afar, and several security guards in uniform quickly and orderly moved among the crowd. Their movements were unquestionable majesty, yet they were gentle and accommodating to the patients.

The crowd seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly dispersing to both sides, forming a narrow passage leading to the center of the hall.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the hospital's tall windows, scattering dappled light onto this makeshift corridor, adding a touch of cool light and shadow to the tense atmosphere.

At the end of the passage, the hall was brightly lit, in stark contrast to the noise outside.

Meteora, wearing a neat white coat, stood behind a large desk, surrounded by busy medical staff and piles of medical reports.

His eyes showed both the solemnity of a doctor facing the epidemic and the warm smile of seeing an old friend.

When Feng Feng stepped into the corridor area where security guards were stationed, Meteora put down the pen in his hand and smiled knowingly. That smile seemed to instantly dispel the haze around him:

"You are finally here, Feng Feng. The situation here is more complicated than I thought, but with you here, I believe we can find a solution."

As he spoke, he extended his hand. It was not only an invitation, but also a trust and expectation for his partner in the fight.

As Meteora finished speaking, the originally noisy hall seemed to have been muted by an invisible force.

People looked at each other, and then their eyes flashed with disbelief and awe.

A middle-aged woman was the first to react. She pulled the child beside her, stepped back a few steps, bowed respectfully and said, "Fairy like Fairy Mitte, please save us!"

This call spread quickly like ripples, and people around followed suit. For a moment, the whole hall was filled with the earnest voices of "My Lord God, please..."

Feng Feng was stunned. He didn't expect his arrival to cause such a big reaction. He quickly waved his hand to explain:

"Everyone has misunderstood. I am not a deity. I am just here to help solve the problem."

But before he finished speaking, the emotions in the crowd had already risen. They automatically made way for a wide path, put their hands together, and their eyes were full of expectation and faith.

The lights in the corridor are dim and soft, and every step is filled with the faint scent of disinfectant, a smell that is both familiar and reassuring.

Feng Feng and Meteora walked side by side, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, interweaving with the ticking sounds of monitors in the distance to form a silent symphony.

From the rooms on both sides, one could occasionally hear the slight groans of patients or the whispers of comfort from their family members. These sounds were like tiny wind chimes, swaying gently in the tense and orderly doomsday night.

A nurse hurried past them, holding a tray in her hand steadily with various medicines and instruments on it. Her eyes were focused and firm, as if she was carrying the weight of life with every turn.

Meteora gently moved aside to let the nurse go first, and whispered to Feng Feng: "Everyone here is fighting for hope. Their tenacity keeps us from stopping."

After saying that, the two continued walking forward. Passing a half-open ward door, they saw an old man lying weakly on the bed. However, his eyes were unusually bright. Through the gap in the curtains, he stared at the night sky outside caressed by the moonlight, his eyes flashing with desire for life and indomitable spirit.

This scene made Feng Feng's heart tremble, and it made him more determined to find the root cause of the disease and save these people.

Feng Feng and Meteora stepped into the heavy iron door of the underground research center, and a cold air mixed with disinfectant and the scent of unknown science rushed towards them.

Here, the lights are dim and mysterious. Rows of tall metal shelves are filled with various test tubes, culture dishes and advanced testing equipment, which sparkle with a faint blue luster under the dim light.

On the huge screen in the center, complex data streams and simulated animations of virus models are constantly scrolling, showing the rampant trajectory and mutation trend of the Apocalypse virus.

Meteora stood in front of the screen with a stern and focused expression. He pressed a few buttons, and a three-dimensional virus structure diagram suddenly appeared on the screen. Every detail was clearly visible, as hideous as a demon in the microscopic world.

"This is the Apocalypse virus. It is more cunning than any virus we have encountered before, and mutates at an alarming rate. Currently, our team has successfully isolated several virus samples and is conducting in-depth research here to try to find its weaknesses."

As she spoke, she pointed to a laboratory table nearby, on which were placed several sealed containers containing virus samples in culture. They lay there quietly, yet they contained the potential to subvert the world.

"Currently, only the patient I am responsible for has seen relief. This phenomenon may be related to the fact that we are two-dimensional characters in this world."

"The government has made up its mind to do its utmost to save the country. Yesterday was called the day when the 'Apocalypse' will begin."

Meteora's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty research center, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

Chapter 775: The Opposite Stone of the Creator

Monday, August 12

The hospital director at the entrance is being interviewed by a Taiwan reporter.

"Yesterday, when the first case was rushed in, it dawned on all of us that this outbreak was far from ordinary."

"The outbreak of the virus is like a flood, rapidly engulfing every corner of the city. Fortunately, our hospital established this highly confidential research system many years ago in order to cope with unknown challenges."

"Now, this place has become our last bastion against the Apocalypse virus. Look, these testing instruments are our sharp sword against the virus. Every tick is a clarion call to declare war on the unknown. And we are the last line of defense to protect this city."

His words were filled with a sense of urgency and an indomitable fighting spirit, and his eyes sparkled with his infinite love for science and his deep concern for life.

In the Akizukihara neighborhood, Bonnie, staring at the TV, is determined to face and conquer the so-called funeral home alone.

She carried her schoolbag, opened the door and murmured, "Releasing the virus is too much. I wonder if Fengfeng can make a vaccine?"

In the underground research center of the hospital, Meteora walked with Feng Feng in the metal corridor and said, "I just received news that Bonnie has left her residence."

"Our people will keep an eye on her, and now your task is to make a vaccine."

Feng Feng's steps seemed particularly heavy under the dim light, and every step seemed to be under invisible pressure. The echo of the metal corridor amplified the heaviness, like low drumbeats hitting the air.

His tightly pursed lips revealed his inner anxiety and determination, and his eyes flashed with an unquestionable light behind the lenses, which showed his persistence in science and his commitment to life.

Meteora stood quietly, his eyes following Feng Feng's receding figure. The figure stretched out in the dim light, becoming blurred and tough.

An inexplicable chill arose in her heart, not from the cold temperature around her, but from the deep impression of Feng Feng's power.

She knows very well that what Fengfeng is carrying at this moment is not only the heavy responsibility of developing vaccines, but also the hope and sustenance of countless lives.

But this chill is an instinctive warning of the difficult challenges to come, and a deep concern that Fengfeng may be hostile to himself and the government.

Feng Feng stepped into the empty and silent underground research base. The air was filled with a faint mixed smell of disinfectant and unnamed medicine.

The surrounding walls were illuminated by the cold lights, giving off a faint blue glow, which formed a sharp contrast with the dim corridor outside.

His footsteps echoed in the vast space, and each step seemed particularly clear and powerful.

His eyes quickly locked onto the huge cylindrical device in the center of the room. It was like a silent guardian, emitting a faint blue light. The light danced on the smooth metal surface, reflecting his determined face.

Inside the cylindrical device, the complex mechanical structure runs slowly and indicator lights of various colors flash, like the brightest stars in the night sky, heralding hope and the unknown.

Meteora walked slowly towards Feng Feng, her steps light and firm. Her voice echoed in the empty research room with a hint of imperceptible tenderness:

"Feng Feng, this is the core of our research - the recognition energy collection device. Since the sudden disaster two years ago, the government has secretly launched this project to explore the mysteries of life energy and use the power of technology to fight the unknown."

You see, these intricate mechanical structures, every line, every gear, carry the unremitting pursuit of human survival. "

Her fingertips gently slid across the cold metal surface, and the faint light seemed to become brighter the moment she touched it, reflecting the determination and hope that flickered in her eyes.

"Every flash of the indicator light here is a capture and transformation of recognition power. They converge into a force that cannot be underestimated, waiting to be properly guided and utilized. We firmly believe that this force will be the key to our victory over the Apocalypse virus."

Feng Feng's fingers gently touched the cold metal device, and a barely perceptible electric current seemed to penetrate his skin and reach his heart.

His pupils suddenly dilated and the scene in front of him suddenly distorted, as if he was dragged into a bizarre and different dimension by an invisible force.

There, the phantoms of hundreds of cartoon characters intertwined and entangled, their eyes filled with resentment and resentment, as if they were telling of their own unfulfilled wishes.

These figures flicker in the interweaving of light and shadow, and each ray of light carries a story and a sadness.

But in a flash, these illusions were dispelled by the early morning sun like morning mist, leaving only patches of mottled light and shadows dancing on Feng Feng's retina.

He suddenly came back to his senses and found himself still standing in front of the cold cylindrical device. Under his fingers were steadily jumping light spots. They were regular and orderly, completely different from the chaos he had seen before.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, buried the sudden shock deep in his heart, and his eyes rekindled his determination for science and his desire for life.

He knew that the device in front of him could be checked later. What they had to do now was to fight against the Apocalypse virus and save countless lives.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, and the silence around him seemed to be broken by his determination.

He slowly raised one hand from the device, and an indescribable energy gathered in his palm. Then, a brilliant rainbow-colored beam of light burst out from his palm, like the gentlest rainbow in the sky at dawn, but purer and more powerful than that.

The beam of light danced lightly in the air, colorful. Each color contained different energy fluctuations, interweaving into a dreamy picture.