The plan to directly leave Beaver City was also something I considered last night.
According to available information, Red Eye is a mysterious disease that only spreads in Beaver City, and it has never shown any signs of spreading to other places since its appearance. Even during the current high-frequency outbreak of Red Eye, it is very likely that it has not spread to other places and is only rampaging in Beaver City alone; in other words, as long as you leave Beaver City, you can say goodbye to this damned nightmare.
What is more important is that, since the infection route of Red Eye has not been clarified, every one of us present, including myself, has the probability of suddenly developing red eyes and attacking others in the next moment. Mr. Sanroku's outbreak was also very sudden, and no one knows how he was infected.
The only known countermeasure against Red Eye is to leave Beaver City.
The City of Beavertown has never been a closed city. It maintains a high degree of personnel flow with other cities, just like other cities, but why is there no such flow from other places?
Perhaps the conditions that cause Red Eye do not exist in other places, and even if infected, people can live in a normal state.
To get back to the main topic, the current topic is the research institute established by the municipal government.
"How are you planning to go?" I asked Yukio.
"Drive."Yukio replied quickly.
"Can you drive? I must admit, I can't drive." I said.
"I can drive." Yukio said, "I've learned before, so you can rest assured."
So it is, since that's the case, at least the means of transportation are guaranteed.
"I'll go upstairs and get ready."
Yukio then left the living room first.
I and Aoba are waiting in the living room.
"Have you changed your clothes?" I looked at Aoba.
"Eh? Hmm....." Aoba touched the clothes she was wearing, "This is actually Yukio's clothes, she prepared it for me last night before taking a bath, and she also gave me a pair of pajamas."
This morning, she was wearing a navy blue long-sleeved hooded sweater. A white sweater could be seen peeking through the collar. She wore dark gray cropped pants, and her legs were covered in black thermal leggings. On her feet, she had a pair of white fluffy rabbit slippers.
"Since these shorts were a bit loose, I also borrowed a belt." Aoba added.
"Is this a pair of mid-calf pants? Aren't these capri pants?"
"It's a pair of short pants, but when I wear them, it's......" Aoba suddenly reacted, "Ah! Ninghai, are you making fun of my short legs?"
"No, I was just saying you are short, and I wasn't mocking you." I explained.
"This is mockery!"
Because Yukio is taller and more voluptuous than Aoba, her clothes looked loose on Aoba. No wonder I thought Aoba's hooded sweater didn't fit her well before - the collar was slightly larger than normal, the sleeves and hemline were a bit longer. This made the already petite Aoba appear even more childlike. Is this person really an older working adult? She hasn't been deceiving me, has she?
Aoba seems a bit angry.
Let me get down to business.
"Are you going to help Yukio?"
"Hm? Aoba was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Yukio wants to enter the research institute to find the experimental drug 'Red Eye,' which may or may not exist. She might be hoping to use it to cure Mr. Sanriou. I told Aoba, 'But this has nothing to do with us. We can just leave River City. After all, Yukio is not really your friend, is she? She is a friend of Breeze Aoba in this world, but you don't really know her, and you know nothing about her, let alone having any friendship with her.'"
The streets are now full of Red Eye people, and taking one more trip is like risking it once more. Do we really have to work for Yukio's personal plan?
"I want to help her," Aoba said firmly.
"What is your reason?" I asked.
Aoba did not answer. Perhaps she could not answer my question, nor could she come up with a rational motive, her choice was driven solely by emotion; but she
She did not show any sign of wavering, which indicates that she is confident that her choice is correct. She said, "I want to help her."
"But it seems like you can't beat those patients."
"Eh...," Aoba said, a little shaken, lacking confidence. "I'll do my best!"
There is no good thing in this world that can overcome anything with just effort.
"Ninghai, how about you? Don't you want to help Yukio?" Aoba asked.
"I, well......" I thought about it briefly.
If Aoba insists on going with Yukio, then I'll have to act alone. The problem with choosing this route is that I can't drive, and I've never had any experience with driving skills. My understanding of driving is limited to "There's a five-hairpin bend up ahead, let's settle this there, Takumi Fujiwara!" and "Damn, I've flipped the car again, if I keep dragging this on, the cops will catch up... Oh, here comes a red sports car, let me drag the owner out of it!" Given this, it's clear that letting me drive would be a disaster.
Survivors, however, this will give rise to a second problem, which is... where do the cars come from? Although abandoned vehicles are everywhere outside, I do not think that survivors who can simply connect two wires and start a vehicle are easily found.
Even if the car's problems are ignored, the time it takes to find a surviving driver who understands driving may not be shorter than going to a research institute.
"Looks like I'll have to lend her a hand."
"Great!" Aoba was very happy, and his expression became much brighter.
At this time, Yukio came down from upstairs and then stopped in the middle of the stairs, and said to me: "Ninghai, can you do me a favor?"
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"My dad has been struggling, and I can't bring him down. Yukio said, "Can you help me knock him out? Just like yesterday."
Yes.
I followed Yukio to the third floor, entered the empty room where Mr. Sanroku was being held, and Aoba followed closely behind.
On the bed, Mr. Sanroku was lying in a starfish shape, bound by a soil-yellow rope, struggling incessantly. Normally, people would scream while struggling, but Mr. Sanroku was like a mute, not even letting out a single cry despite his full-force struggling. This is also a common trait of all Red Eye people - they never make a sound, no matter what they do, only maintaining a chilling silence. Whether walking normally or cruelly killing, they never show any signs of being able to communicate.
Although Mr. Sanroku is currently inactive, Aoba was frightened like a timid hedgehog and unconsciously retreated behind me.
If I didn't have superpowers, I certainly wouldn't want to get close to this kind of patient.
"Thank you for your trouble."Yukio looked at me.
"Leave it to me."
I stood at the doorway, reaching out towards the bed.
Mr. San Lun's neck showed an indentation in the shape of a hand; after a while, his struggle had completely ceased.
Yukio paused for a moment and asked, "What is this?"
"This is a superpower. From now on, we will be teammates who are trying to survive together. I'm not saying that we need to be completely transparent with each other, but at least it's necessary to let the other person know what they need to know."
"I see, it's a superpower." Yukio realized in astonishment, "No wonder before..."
She may have recalled the many unusual things that had occurred with me before.
"I hope you don't spread it carelessly."I said.
"Okay. Since you've told me the secret, it's my duty to keep it confidential." Yukio nodded solemnly, "However, I have one more question."
"Speak."
"Can psychic powers cure Red Eye? Yukio's question clearly didn't hold much expectation."
"I can't do that." I replied to her, "My superpower can only do remote object movement, in plain terms it's telekinesis, and it doesn't have the ability to heal."
"I see......" Yukio let out a breath, saying that he wasn't exactly disappointed, it was just like when you participate in a raffle and get the "thank you for your participation" prize - even if you don't win, it's not entirely unexpected.
I approached the rickshaw driver.
"Let me help you move him out, is it to be moved to the car?"
"Yes, please do it." Yukio said.
Next, we arrived at the garage.
Yukio opened the trunk of the car, and I tried to stuff Mr. Sanritan inside, but I failed.
"I can't fit it in," I said.
Although it was occasionally possible to see scenes of criminals stuffing their victims into the trunk of a car in TV dramas, when I actually tried it, it didn't work. Perhaps it was because Mr. Tricycle's stature was rather tall? Or perhaps it was because the trunk was rather narrow? Even if I adjusted Mr. Tricycle into a curled-up position, the trunk lid still wouldn't close.
Yukio briefly considered it.
"Well, let's put Dad in the backseat of the car."She said.
"Well, I guess that's the only way to do it. I'll sit with him so that I can properly monitor him once he regains consciousness."
"Eh? But in that case, Ninghai will be quite uncomfortable, won't it......" Aoba said.
Indeed, although there are only two of us, myself and Mr. Sanroku, in the backseat, and it seems we have enough space, if Mr. Sanroku were to struggle with all his might, the already limited space in the backseat would suddenly become cramped. Even if I could subdue him with telekinesis, it would only be temporary, as I too need to rest, and telekinesis cannot be used constantly. However, I can tolerate this level of inconvenience, as there is no other solution.
"I have no problems." I took an indifferent attitude.
"Is that so? I actually have a win-win solution." Yukio said.
"What is the method?" Aoba asked curiously.
One minute later.
"Why has it turned out this way?" Aoba shouted.
At this moment, Yukio has already sat in the driver's seat, while Aoba and I have simultaneously sat in the passenger seat.
What is the concept of sitting in the passenger seat at the same time? To put it simply, Yukio first had me sit in the passenger seat, and then had Aoba sit in the space that opened up between my spread legs.
Mr. Sanlin was restrained hand and foot, and placed in a slightly curled-up side position on the backseat.
"This is the win-win solution I was talking about," Yukio said seriously.
"Hmm......"
Aoba seems to be sulking, but since I can only see the top of her head and the back of her head from my angle, I don't know what expression she has. It appears she is very averse to intimate contact with the opposite sex, but this is understandable, as I think even normal girls would have a basic sense of self-love, right? I don't have much interaction with girls, so I'm not very clear about it. At this point, Aoba also seems unable to tell me about the incident of her asking me and Mr. Miura to sit in the back seat together. If she says it, I won't refuse, but her thoughtfulness has become one of the factors causing her current unease.
"If you think it's not good, I can also sit in the back."
"No, no problem..."
Aoba decided to maintain the status quo.
Yukio in the driver's seat took out a small remote control and pressed a button.
Ahead, the garage door slowly opened, and the dazzling sunlight streamed in.
"...I might not come back again."Yukio murmured, pressing down hard on the accelerator.
The car immediately sped away.
"Wow!" Aoba exclaimed, her whole body pressed against mine from the momentum.
"Excuse me, is everything okay?" Yukio asked with concern.
"No worries..."Aoba hurriedly sat up straight.
Although I can't see it, I feel that she is already trembling with shyness, just like she rarely interacts with the opposite sex; but I don't think it's to that extent
Aoba said she's already working as a member of society, but are all the employees of the company she works for also women?
The car quickly drove onto the highway.
There are many abandoned vehicles on the road, as well as patients wandering around.
Just like how Mr. Sanshiro did yesterday, today's Yukio also adhered to the driving policy of "avoid when seeing a vehicle, collide when seeing a person," being particularly fierce.
Aoba looked on with sorrow at the patients who had been struck and sent flying.
Mr. Sanlin said that Red Eye is incurable, and the miracle drug is just a fake card issued by the municipal government; while Yukio believes that with the progress of science and technology, even Red Eye can be cured. This may also be the reason why Yukio has expectations for the possible miracle drug. But now she is rushing around among the patients, completely disregarding their life and death, as if she also believes that they are beyond saving.
No, that's not right.
If Yukio believes the patients are beyond saving, she would have no expectation of a miracle cure. It is on the basis that she believes the patients can be saved that she unhesitatingly uses her car to hit them.
I glanced at Yukio's profile.
Yukio had a nonchalant expression, as if the things that were knocked down by her were just obstacles on the road.
She seemed quite normal before, but now that I look again, her mental state is clearly not right. I don't intend to be her psychologist, as long as she can help us successfully leave Beaver City, there will be no need for further cooperation afterwards.
I looked back out at the patients.
These patients, although they appear to be able to think and use tools, are in fact acting solely with the motivation of killing others. As long as they are nearby,
No one, they would wander like living corpses; until someone approaches, they would come alive like real people, grabbing their weapons and rushing forward to engage in the hunt.
Moreover, they do not seem to know how to organize large-scale forces.
I recollected my previous interactions with the patients.
Although not many times, but based on my observation, it can be inferred that they will at most cooperate in small teams when in action, sometimes acting alone, sometimes in groups of three or five, and when the number increases, they will rush in in a disorderly manner.
The lack of cooperation awareness may be caused by the "Red Eye" syndrome that refuses to communicate.
No, it's not time to draw any conclusions yet. How many Red Eye people have I even seen? There might be a large force of patients hiding somewhere in Beaver City, systematically hunting down the survivors and spreading like a silent shadow across the entire city. Even as a superhuman, the thought of that makes me shudder.
