The scenery outside the car window is rushing by at high speed.
"When will the people outside come to rescue us?" Aoba muttered to himself.
If the Red Eye virus only ravaged the city of Beaver, and did not affect other areas, the Japanese government should have already started organizing relief efforts for the city of Beaver.
Now is the era of extremely fast information flow, sensational news can be transmitted from one end of the earth to the other through the Internet in less than a minute, let alone the fall of a peaceful city; and at this moment, nearly 24 hours have passed since the Red Eye outbreak, which is the normal time to encounter the relief forces entering the city, but as far as the eye can see, there is no sign of such a thing.
Several scenarios quickly came to mind: perhaps the Red Eye outbreak was not limited to the Beaver City area, but had also affected the surrounding cities, and the rescue forces were busy dealing with emergencies elsewhere; perhaps the Red Eye outbreak was on a global scale, just like in many doomsday disaster movies, and human civilization was on the verge of destruction; perhaps the truth about Red Eye was that it was a bioweapon of an evil organization, and the current outbreak was a large-scale test of this force, and the troops had not arrived because the government also had ties to this force's interest chain... and so on. These were just my speculations, the product of having watched too many fictional stories.
What is the real situation then? I am just an ordinary person with only the special ability of superpowers, and the scarce clues available cannot support me in making inferences. "Maybe it will be soon," I casually responded to Aoba's mutterings.
"Hmm."Aoba was absent-minded.
Yukio glanced in our direction hurriedly, then quickly turned his gaze back forward, driving the car to avoid the abandoned vehicles on the road.
"Your Japanese is really good," she said.
"Indeed, that's the case." Aoba also responded, "Have you been studying for a long time?"
"Well, I underwent special training before coming to Japan, and then I had a lot of practical experience here, so I gradually became more proficient." I answered Aoba's question.
But this is a lie, I have not learned Japanese before. The reason why I can use Japanese so fluently in conversation is the result of some supernatural force that I don't know about, and this must be directly related to the secret behind Aoba and I being transported to this world. Perhaps it is because the place we were transported to is Japan, so I was automatically given the ability to speak Japanese, and Aoba, who was originally Japanese, remained the same; and if we had been transported to the United States, maybe we would be speaking fluent American English instead.
I was not intentionally lying to Aoba, it's just that Yukio is also here now, and if I tell the truth, I don't know how I would explain my and Aoba's background to Yukio.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the main entrance of a facility.
Yukio slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a sudden stop.
"Ah!" Aoba suddenly lunged forward.
Because we were sitting together, although I had my seatbelt on, Aoba who was sitting in front of me could not put hers on, and the inertia of the braking caused her to lurch forward uncontrollably.
I quickly hugged her.
When I hugged her, I realized I should have used my psychic power to hold her in place, but in the heat of the moment, I reflexively used my body. At the end of the day, a person's instinct is not to prioritize using psychic power. When faced with an emergency, the most natural reaction is to physically move. "I'm sorry, Aoba, are you alright?" Yukio asked.
"No, no, no, no, no problem......"Aoba's voice was trembling, and her body was frozen.
Because I was so close, I could smell the scent of the shampoo Aoba had used yesterday, and her body was also very soft. To be honest, I didn't really want to let go. "I'm glad you're okay." I still let go of her.
Then, we all got out of the car.
"This is the institute established by the municipal government..."Yukio looked ahead, his face without much expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Aoba, who had finally got off the bus, looked relieved.
I also observe the front.
There is an iron gate fence in front, with a security guard room on the left and a stone tablet with the words "Hebei Municipal Second Biochemical Research Institute" on the right. Opposite the gate is a large four-story white building, which appears to be the research institute.
The bodies of several people, looking dreadfully dead, were lying on the path between the gate and the research institute. Flies were swarming disgustingly around the wounds.
"It must be the people who couldn't escape in time," I said.
Aoba noticed the scene, covered her mouth, and her expression looked very unpleasant.
"It may be because the door here did not open in time, so they could not escape and were surrounded and killed by the patients." Yukio said calmly.
The patients who killed these people may still be inside.
At this moment, several human silhouettes came running from both sides.
I looked around, all the patients had red eyes, they were dressed differently, holding makeshift weapons, and they were approaching us at a rapid pace, about twenty meters away.
Yukio frowned slightly and took out a gun.
This handgun should be Mr. Sansan's, and now it has been taken by her.
"Hold on, no need to waste bullets. I'll escort you in first."
With a mere thought, I effortlessly lifted Aoba into the air.
"Huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Aoba exclaimed in surprise.
Thanks to her light body, I was able to quickly place her on the other side of the iron gate.
Next, I also lifted Yukio up with telekinesis.
Yukio had already seen it once, so she was not too surprised. However, since she was wearing a skirt, there was a risk of exposure. Of course, I wouldn't look up. To be honest, I'm not interested in girls' underwear, and I've never thought there was anything worth looking at; aren't the collarbone and legs more worth looking at than underwear?
The patients are only 10 meters away from me.
When Yukio was placed on the other side of the iron gate, the iron pipes, wooden sticks, and bricks in their hands were about to fall on me
In the moment before the attack, I attached my mental energy to the surface of my own skin, like an invisible shield.
"Ninghai, be careful!" Aoba warned loudly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The patients' attacks were all repelled.
"Don't worry."
In just five seconds, I swiftly took down my opponents and used telekinesis to make them fall unconscious.
"Impressive..."Aoba exclaimed.
If even using superpowers couldn't take care of them, then I would have been wasting my time as a superhuman.
I levitated using psychokinesis, passing over the iron gate, and came to Aoba and Yukio's side.
"Turns out superpowers can make you fly too." Yukio said.
"It's just using mental power to lift myself up. And lifting up a person is very tiring, and if you can't hold on in a high place, that would be terrible."
"Even so, it's still amazing."Aoba was especially envious.
Then, we arrived at the entrance of the white building.
Yukio's expression revealed a subtle sense of tension, and whether Mr. Sanroku could be saved would depend on whether there was a specific medication available.
"As for that, is it okay to put Mr. Sanrin on the vehicle? " Aoba looked back.
"It shouldn't be a problem," I said. "The ropes are tied tightly, and the car door is locked, so he won't be able to escape."
"No, that's not what I meant..." Aoba was a bit worried, "What if a patient attacks him?"
"Patients will not attack patients," Yukio said.
This is a fact that can be known simply by observing the patients' movements, and Aoba must know this. I think she is not very confident in her own reasoning.
Lacking self-confidence, that's why she brought up this question. As long as the people around her also reach the same conclusion, then she can accept it with ease.
In this three-person team, Aoba is the weakest link, and her lack of self-confidence is understandable.
We passed through the main entrance and arrived at a hall.
The door is made of glass, but it is now completely shattered. The lobby is also in a mess, with a few corpses lying on the floor, and the air is filled with a foul, sickening stench. The damaged light fixtures on the ceiling flicker on and off, illuminating the dark red pools of blood and bloodstains scattered on the floor.
"Where should I start looking?" I asked.
"First, find the survivors." Yukio replied.
It may sound like I'm not answering the question, but if we can find the survivors of the research institute, we'll naturally be able to know the location of the miracle drug, so I guess I have answered your question.
"Are there still any survivors here?" Aoba looked at the grim scene before him with a pale face.
"There should be. I thought for a moment, "Perhaps someone has locked themselves in a room, isolating themselves from the patients." "That's right." Yukio nodded.
Next, we investigated on the first floor and finished the investigation in just fifteen minutes.
"I couldn't find anything." Aoba sighed.
The rooms on the first floor were all reception rooms and lounges, and not only were there no miracle drugs, but there were also no research equipment to be seen, and of course no trace of any survivors was found.
Moreover, there is not a single wandering patient.
"Let's go upstairs and look around."Yukio said.
Then, we went upstairs to the second floor.
Although there were also elevators, in this kind of horror movie-like scene, we all instinctively avoided the option of using the elevator. In fact, the elevator
The escalator seemed to be unharmed, at least we did not see any signs of damage when we passed through the escalator area, and the digital display was also lit up normally.
After going up to the second floor, we passed through a white corridor with intermittent lighting, crossing over several gruesome corpses, and arrived at a four-way intersection. Yukio stopped.
"From here on, let's investigate separately. She pointed to one of the roads, "I'll investigate this one."
"Then I'll investigate this way." I pointed to the other path.
"Then, I'll..."Aoba was about to take the last path.
How could I let her walk alone? I immediately turned around and grabbed her, but accidentally grabbed the straps of her bra.
Aoba stiffened.
"Ah, sorry."I released my grip.
The straps of the underwear snapped back, making a sound.
Aoba turned around, facing me with an expression of great shock.
I decided to ignore this expression and just talk about the matter at hand.
"Although we didn't see any patients on the first floor, it's not necessarily the case on the second floor. I said, "It's too dangerous for you to go alone, come with me."
"Yukio said that Ninghai had a point."
Aoba looked at me and then at Yukio, seeming to want to make a sarcastic comment, but in the end could only nod silently.
Then, Aoba and I separated from Yukio.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that just now." I said to Aoba.
Aoba walked on my right, her face turned to the side, not letting me see her expression.
Is she angry?
However, what just happened was not intentional on my part.
After two minutes of silence, I brought up another matter.
"Before, I told you that I had studied Japanese, but that was actually a lie." I said.
"Eh? " Aoba looked over with a puzzled expression.
I looked at her, but she turned her face away.
The black curtain seems to have the ability to instill linguistic knowledge in us. I continued, "Perhaps it is because this time we have been transported to Japan, and we need
Your Japanese conversation ability, so the insider provided me with this convenience; but you are originally Japanese, so you did not get this.
"That's right," Aoba said softly.
"Yukio was just here, so I can't really explain. Now it's just the two of us, so I'll tell you the truth."
Aoba did not speak.
Another minute of silence.
"I'm sorry for what just happened." I said again.
"...I'm not really angry either." Aoba seems to have finally calmed down, "I should be the one to apologize, even though I've been relying on your protection all this time, I..."
I'm sorry for getting angry with you.
When she spoke, her tone had a hint of self-loathing and negativity.
"No problem, I...."
My words were not finished when there was a new movement.
"Ah!!!"
A loud gunshot and an unmistakable male scream suddenly came from behind.
I exchanged glances with Aoba.
It is Yukio and our separate directions!
We immediately ran towards the source of the sound; in a short while, we arrived at another corridor, and came to a partially open door.
I pushed open the door and entered the room, with Aoba closely following behind.
This is a small laboratory, with several tables, and on the tabletops are rows of test tube racks and various experimental equipment; while on the other side, a man in a white lab coat is sitting with his back to the white wall, looking fearfully at Yukio standing in front of him.
Yukio held a gun in his right hand, and his handsome face looked particularly fierce at the moment.
"What did you just say! Explain it to me clearly!" she shouted angrily.
I noticed a small hole next to the man's head that was smoking.
"I've made it very clear!" the man cried in an outburst, "There's no miracle drug! No miracle drug!"
"No magic cure? Then what's all that talk in the news about?"
"The news...is nothing but lies from the municipal government! The man fearfully clutched his head with both hands, "There's no miracle cure! No breakthrough progress! No American medical team! It's all lies, nothing but lies!"
Seeing this scene, I somewhat understood the course of events.
After separating from me and Aoba, Yukio quickly found the survivors of the research institute, which was this man. She learned the truth about the lack of a specific antidote from the man, and her hope of saving her biological father was shattered like a bubble, plunging her into a state of psychological hysteria.
"Lies? Lies! Damn your lies!" Yukio's face was ferocious as he pressed the gun barrel against the man's forehead.
The man shouted in a trembling voice, "It's useless! Even if you kill me, it's useless, Red Eye is incurable!"
"Shut up!"Yukio was furious.
"We've tried it so many times, tried it so many times! We've tried every possible solution!" The man wailed, "Red Eye is incurable! Even if today's technology is a million times more advanced, there's no way to cure Red Eye! Red Eye...is not even a disease! We can't find any virus, any bacteria, any parasite, not even the affected area! We can't find anything! Red Eye is not a disease, it's a curse through and through!!!"
