Survival in the second dimension, bringing a girl and being watched by barrage

If it cannot be treated, it means that the survivors are being deceived and there is a conspiracy; if it can be treated, it means that Americans understand the virus and that this virus is likely their creation, and there is still a conspiracy.

Wait for Xiaojia to come back and try harder to give her more magic power. Let her use her clairvoyance to see what conspiracy the military, the US government, and the Americans have.

Dongyun looked towards the window and heard a noisy sound outside. He knew that the survivors and the soldiers were arguing again.

Just as he distrusted the US military, other survivors also distrusted the US military, especially when the military required the injured to be taken for treatment and did not allow family members or companions to accompany them, the distrust was deepened.

Foreigners may still think that the United States is a paradise and have no idea what the United States looks like, but Americans know very well that their government really dares to experiment on its people.

The zombies outside say it is a virus, but to many of the religious survivors, and even the survivors who have seen angels, it is not a virus at all, but a divine punishment, an incurable punishment from heaven.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

Except for the occasional sound of a helicopter, the night was quiet.

In a small bright room in a building in the safe zone.

Sergeant Foley leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table, smoked a cigarette, and quietly waited for the countdown to his death.

He had not expected that the zombies would use a ladder to climb up to the balcony, and this was something no one else had expected either.

The rest of his team died, only he and Eric escaped by chance, hiding in another room and waiting for the rescue helicopter. Unfortunately, they escaped being torn apart by the living dead, but they could not escape becoming the living dead.

Eric, who was bitten, had already turned into a zombie before him, while he, whose thumb was caught, was still waiting desperately, letting the bastards watching him outside watch him turn into a zombie.

The treatment the military says is a scam.

A scam to trick infected survivors into undergoing experiments.

Sergeant Foley smiled, lamenting the great shortcomings and virtues of the United States, and also lamenting his own good fortune.

If he had not made contributions to the country, he might not have been able to smoke and wait for death so leisurely, but would have to undergo all kinds of desperate and painful experiments like those survivors who came here for "treatment".

Chapter 43 "Viruses" and "Spores"

Vikram City.

Safety zone west of the Ohio River.

Across the street is the dividing line between the National Guard and the federal army.

Although the National Guard and the federal army are both U.S. armies, except in special periods such as war, the National Guard only obeys the orders of state governments and the federal government has no right to interfere.

The current situation in Vikram is clearly a special period, and the federal government has the right to interfere with the National Guard.

Therefore, the task of resettling the survivors, which was originally the responsibility of the National Guard, was handed over to the federal army at nightfall.

The Vikram Clinic, located in a safe zone, is called a clinic, but it is actually a large general hospital.

After the federal army entered the city of Vikland, the army's priority was to eliminate the zombies in this area to ensure that the important people accompanying them had an environment to study the virus.

Hospital office.

A man with sparse white hair wearing a white coat and several people in military uniforms were talking about something.

"There's not a single survivor in the Detrick lab?"

The question was asked by a man in a white coat, who was leaning lazily in his chair with his hands clasped together and his legs crossed.

"Not sure. All the people we sent out have lost contact, and none of them have returned."

Among the five soldiers, the one who answered was a white soldier with a hooked nose.

“Why did you lose contact?”

“I don’t know.” The hook-nosed soldier shook his head with an unnatural expression on his face. “Before they arrived at New Bath, their communications were intermittent and unstable. However, one of the flight crew members said that it seemed to be snowing around him before they lost contact.”

"Snow?"

The man in the white coat frowned.

It's only June now, and if he remembers correctly, given Ohio's geographical location, it doesn't snow until November.

"Are you sure it's snow?"

"Not sure. When the communicator wanted to ask further questions, the pilot lost contact again and failed to reconnect."

The hook-nosed soldier looked a little gloomy.

They sent out a lot of ground and air forces, but not only did they fail to reach the city of New Bath, they didn't even get any useful information.

Just know that it snowed in New Bath.

"Due to the principle of confidentiality of research content, the virus research data is basically all in the Detrick Laboratory. I don't understand why the government sent me to take over this mess. Although I have served in the Detrick Laboratory in the past, I was responsible for researching anthrax and smallpox, not the damn Martian black magic, and that was thirty years ago."

"Martian dark magic?"

The hook-nosed man was confused.

"Metaphor, I'm just using a metaphor. However, although the CIA said that this was a virus from the Detrick Laboratory, and a very strange virus was indeed found in the infected people, I still suspect that this is Martian black magic. Let the dead stand up again and move intensively, but the mass of the flesh is not reduced at all. Don't you think this is strange? And those spores, the spores that are difficult to observe."

"..."

The hook-nosed soldier said nothing.

It seemed like he was thinking, but in fact he didn't understand much.

He just came to explain the situation to the professor and ask if the professor knew what the "snow" the pilot was talking about.

Now it seems that this professor doesn't know much, just like them.

The conversation continues.

The people in the room don't worry about the walls having ears or that someone might be able to eavesdrop on their secret conversations.

The security in the building they were in was very strict, with rigorous and complete personnel entry and exit checks, virus disinfection, and air purification measures. People from the National Guard and other outsiders were not even allowed to enter the hospital gate, and no aircraft were allowed to approach the hospital.

Except for the study participants.

The deep night is dark and quiet.

Occasionally the sound of a helicopter flying breaks the silence, but it quickly returns to calm.

On the balcony, drinking Coke, Dongyun looked at the helicopter flying away in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Next to him, Gabriel was lying on the railing with her head against it, looking at a building in the distance.

Gabriel is using her clairvoyance to look for the American conspiracy that Dongyun has identified.

She has found it.

Through the buildings blocking her view, she saw the hospital further away.

In the hospital, she saw the office with the soldiers and the "doctor".

At the same time, she used a more advanced clairvoyance spell, allowing herself to hear the voices in the room.

"We can't give you all the survivors. The National Guard will see something wrong. They are not on the same page as us. Many of them are locals. If they know what we are doing, they will definitely shoot you."

"Wow, that's really scary. It's your job to protect me. I'm only responsible for re-studying what the Detrick Lab is studying. You also know that the people you sent out are not just missing, they are all dead, otherwise they should have returned long ago."

"As you saw in the test this afternoon, once the concentration of the virus in the air is too high, spore-like things will appear. Those spores are difficult to observe and cannot be protected even with a gas mask. I don't think the pilot saw snow."

"You mean, spores?"

It was another soldier who spoke.

"Bingo!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

A cold male voice sounded outside.

"Director Cleveland, Study 12 is ready."

"Okay, I know."

Professor Cleveland responded.

He stood up, smiled at several officers, and said, "I don't need all the survivors. I know you have to deal with the media, but you have to give me the survivors I need."

"There is a Korean couple in the statistics table. The woman is pregnant. I need you to bring them to me. Then, I am in need of a white pregnant woman. There is no white pregnant woman among the survivors. I need you to find me a woman who is at least three months pregnant."

"Pregnant woman?"

The soldier who spoke earlier was surprised.

"Yes, pregnant woman, do you have any questions?"

"Experimenting on pregnant women?"

"Eric!"

The hook-nosed soldier shouted in shock.

"That's right." Cleveland smiled. "Okay, I'm going to be away for a while, at least an hour. You can wait until the experiment is over, or you can come with me to watch the experiment and we can talk while we walk."

"No."

The hook-nosed man refused.

"That's a shame. Goodbye everyone."

Supervisor Cleveland stood up, nodded slightly to the officers, and left the office.

After he left, the officer named Eric spoke.

"He's such a jerk."

"So are we."

An officer who had been silent spoke up.

"Yes, us too."

Eric nodded.

They are indeed bastards for sending the citizens who believed in the government and the army and were finally rescued to this hellish laboratory.

"This is a necessary sacrifice."

The hook-nosed soldier said indifferently.

"You've heard it too. Gas masks are useless against those spores. If the gas masks are useless, the purifiers in this building won't work either. If the snow in New Bath is really spores, I have a feeling that those spores will drift to us."

"We may not have much time."

Chapter 44 The Third Time

It looks like it's going to rain.

The night wind was a bit chilly.

Dong Yun looked up at the sky, and all he saw was deep darkness.

His PTSD was acting up.

After listening to what Xiaojia told him, he suffered from PTSD like many viewers.

Experiments are being conducted in the hospital.

Conduct gas experiments to increase the virus content and observe the survivors who are immune to the air virus and the homeless who are not immune to the air virus.

This is the experiment they are doing, and they have done other experiments before this.

Inject the virus into the survivors; dissect the infected but not mutated survivors; let the zombies bite the survivors' hands and then cut off the injured hands; inject the virus into black pregnant women and dissect and observe the fetus inside their bellies...

In less than a day, the hospital was transformed into a laboratory, like the laboratory of Unit 731.

"Aren't they afraid of going to hell?"

In the room, the sound of Gabriel's gnashing teeth could be heard.

"If they were afraid, they wouldn't do such a thing. There are always some people in this world who won't cry until they see the Yellow River, and won't turn back until they hit the wall. They are such people."

Dongyun turned around and saw Gabriel's angry face in the dim light.

"What do you want to do, kill them all?"