Chapter 8 Red Eye (Eight)

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According to the tone of this man, he should be one of the research members of this research institute. Even he says that he and others are helpless against Red Eye, and he desperately calls it a thorough curse, which shows how terrible the Red Eye disease is and how hopeless the treatment is. No, after all, is Red Eye really a disease? This man says that Red Eye is a curse, perhaps not a metaphor, but a fact. Whatever What disease, at the root of it all, is an abnormality that occurs in the human body; yet the research institute was unable to find the diseased part of the Red Eye people, which is clearly at odds with the common conception of disease. Searching the medical field, the only type of disease that fits the condition of "unable to find the diseased part" is likely psychological illness. Red Eye can't be a psychological disorder. After hearing the man's cries, Yukio remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at the man's head, his finger tightly gripping the trigger. I read murderous intent in her indifferent expression. The gun fired, and the bullet was shot. In the blink of an eye, I unleashed my invisible mental power, lifting Yukio's gun-wielding wrist slightly upwards, causing the bullets fired from the muzzle to deviate from their intended trajectory, striking the area ten centimeters above the man's head. A small hole suddenly appeared in the white painted wall, and stone fragments fell onto the man's hair. He stared at Yukio, stunned and speechless, unable to even scream, like a mute person, petrified with fear. Yukio immediately knew that it was me interfering, and glared at me. "He is not a patient." I looked at Yukio. "But he deceived us!" Yukio said through gritted teeth. "Don't drive yourself to the brink of despair," I said, "Your condition is not right, and I won't sit idly by and watch you kill someone." "What do you know about me? It's not your family member who has Red Eye!" Yukio shouted angrily. Ever since Mr. Sanririn became a patient, Yukio's mental state has started to become unbalanced. I don't know how important Mr. Sanririn is to Yukio, but considering that he is her only family member, even if I can't empathize, I can understand that the situation is very serious. "My mother has also contracted Red Eye. I brought up an issue that actually had little to do with me, 'Yesterday morning, as I was getting ready to go out, she suddenly came at me with a vegetable knife.'" Upon hearing me say this, Yukio was suddenly stunned. I did not lie, I told the truth. The mother of Ninghai in this world did indeed become a patient, and she did indeed attack me; but I was not involved in this matter. The person who attacked me was not my real mother, she was a stranger to me, and I cannot even tell you her name. I think if I say this, Yukio will calm down a bit. When talking about this matter, I did not deliberately put on a sad expression, nor did I pretend to be calm and composed. I simply recounted the experience in a calm and concise manner. However, my calmness seemed to have taken on a new meaning in Yukio's eyes. Just as an ordinary sentence can take on an emotional tone when placed in a specific historical context, or a child's painting might seem to reveal madness after the artist is revealed to have a mental illness, my expression may have been interpreted by her as a suppression of sorrow. She gradually calmed down and put the gun down. I let out a sigh of relief and looked at the frightened man, asking, "Where have the patients in this research institute gone?" The man took a while to react, "Uh, what?" "When we came in, we saw many corpses. Those were the patients who killed them, right? Where are those patients now?" "Uh, this....." the man said uncertainly, "they should have left, right? Although they only wander around when they don't see people, if they linger for too long, they seem to leave on their own and go to another area." "Isn't the door here closed?" I asked. "You all came in through the main entrance, didn't you? The institute has more than one entrance and exit, they should have left through another entrance and exit." The man answered my question honestly. "I see." After the question is resolved, I don't have any other questions to ask. "Let's go."I said to Aoba and Yukio. Then, we left the room. "Wait... just a moment!" The man's voice came from behind. He looked back, grabbed the wall and got up, then followed after. "Please let me come along as well. The man said with a pleasing smile, "I'm all alone here, and there's nothing left to eat, so..." "I refuse," I said, "You may have the necessity to follow us, but we don't have your needs." "I will definitely help out, I can do the dirty and tiring work." The man enthusiastically offered his assistance. "No need."I firmly refused him. The man again turned his hopeful gaze towards Yukio and Aoba. Yukio looked at him coldly and expressionlessly, causing him to instinctively shrink his head; while Aoba, although more soft-hearted, did not have the intention of making decisions on behalf of the team, and looked at me. "That's how it is, goodbye." I said to the man. Then, ignoring his pleas, we left the research institute, passed through the main gate, and returned to the car. The man was following us from a distance, but after we got into the car, he could no longer keep up with us. I sat in the passenger seat, looked up at the rearview mirror, and his figure was no longer visible. "I wonder what will happen to him next....." Aoba muttered to himself. By the way, just like when going to the research institute, she and I still sat together in the passenger seat. As the saying goes, "once familiar, twice familiar", she is no longer as stiff as she was at the very beginning. "Is it time to leave Beaver City now?" Aoba said, pausing for a moment, "Hmm... oh, I just thought of a good idea!" "What is it?" Yukio looked at Aoba, his expression much calmer. When she spoke to Aoba, her attitude was clearly very different from how she treated other people. These two people, or more precisely, she and Aoba from this world, should have a fairly good relationship. Aoba pondered a bit and then said, "Outside of Beaver City, there is no Red Eye, right?" "That's how it is." I confirmed this information for her, "Beaver City maintains personnel flow with other places, and there must be people carrying pathogenic factors who go to other places, but we have never heard of Red Eye occurring in other places." Since we don't know if the cause of Red Eye is bacteria, virus, or parasites, I'll use the term "pathogenic factor" instead. "This should be because the conditions for people carrying the pathogenic factor to fall ill are not present in other places," Aoba asked. "Perhaps." "So, is it possible....." Aoba looked at Yukio, "if we can just get Mr. Sanrio out of Beaverville, it might be possible to restore the original state?" Yukio suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing Aoba to be propelled forward again, and I had no choice but to embrace Aoba once more. "Could you... take me out of Beaver City?" Yukio murmured, his dull eyes gradually brightening. Sending Mr. Three Wheels to a place that does not appear to meet the conditions for Red Eye outbreak, in the hope of restoring him to his original state - although this idea may not be very feasible, it is still worth a try. Yukio turned his head to look at Aoba, his upper body leaning from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, grabbing the other's shoulders with both hands. "Ah, yes, that's it, that's it!" She looked very excited, "Why didn't I think of that? I should have thought of that earlier! Aoba, thank you!" "Uh... You're welcome."Aoba was startled by Yukio's sudden burst of enthusiasm. Seeing this scene, I also don't have the heart to pour cold water on Yukio. This method seems to have the possibility of success, but it also has the possibility of failure, doesn't it? However, Yukio should also be able to think of this level of thing, and there's no need for me to pour this cold water. The car started moving again after being realigned. ...... Thirty minutes later, the car arrived on an expressway. During the period, Yukio took out the map, confirmed the direction of movement, and then put the map aside. Now I have brought this map and am browsing it listlessly. The Aoba sitting in front of me is also looking together, this posture feels just like a father and daughter reading a newspaper... No, I accidentally mistaken Aoba as a younger sister again. Her face and figure are really too easy to confuse her age, although she is very cute, and I personally really like girls like Aoba, but in reality encountering this kind of situation is still quite jarring. "It's about... around forty more minutes, isn't it?" Aoba asked uncertainly. "Well, it's about this time."I nodded. After a while, the car we were riding in left a fork in the road, and suddenly a red car ran out next to it. The two cars were running side by side. We immediately noticed it. "Someone? " Aoba was surprised, "Is it a survivor? Or a patient?" "Will the patient be able to drive?" I asked casually. Then, I thought, since the patient will use tools, driving a car is not a new thing either. The driver of the red car next to us also seems to have noticed us, as the car window is slowly coming down. I also lowered the window on this side. The driver's seat is occupied by a young office worker dressed in a suit, and the passenger seat is occupied by a young woman. "Are you survivors?" The office worker asked a meaningless question, knowing the answer. "That's right." I said to him, "Are you also planning to leave Beaver City?" "Yes, that's right." The office worker had an expression of being unable to take it anymore. "It's too dangerous to stay in the city any longer, I don't want to stay here anymore. I've heard that there has never been a Red Eye incident in other places, so I think even in the current situation, other places should be safe, right?" It seems that there are also people who have the same idea as us. "Are you two a couple?" Aoba asked curiously. "Haha, haha." The office worker let out a polite laugh, "We're not a couple, we're married." "Eh! " Aoba exclaimed in surprise. I don't know what's so surprising about it, although they are young, but there are no shortage of examples of young people getting married, are there? However, it took me three seconds to realize that this was Aoba's conversational skill, she deliberately expressed surprise when someone gave an answer that was contrary to her own opinion, in order to liven up the atmosphere. This is not to say that Aoba is a character who uses tricks in conversation, but anyone who is good at socializing will consciously or unconsciously use such small conversational skills. Aoba is much more skilled at socializing than I am, perhaps she really doesn't know much about the ways of the world, but that doesn't prevent her from having the ability to make friends. The young woman in the passenger seat across from Aoba gave her a friendly smile. "You two? You and this little brother should be a couple, right?" asked the office worker casually. "No, no, that's not it!" Aoba quickly denied. "Aren't you?" The office worker paused for a moment, "But aren't you sitting together? So intimate, if you're not a couple... oh, I get it, you're siblings, right?" Aoba did not answer, and it seemed for a moment he did not know how to respond. If we admit here that we are just people who have known each other for more than a day, not even acquaintances, then we will certainly be misunderstood as an indecent girl, right? This is the reason I thought of Aoba's current embarrassment. In fact, if Aoba and I were siblings, then by age, we would not be siblings, but rather an older sister and younger brother. "Even if you're siblings, being too close isn't good." The office worker thought Aoba had agreed. Aoba felt even more embarrassed when he said that. "Have you seen any other survivors?"I asked. "Hmm? The other survivors... "Banzoku recalled, "I've met a few, but they're all strangers, so I didn't stay together with them. I still have to protect my wife and daughter, so I have to be careful." Perhaps he had little suspicion of us because he saw that we were all students. Daughter? I looked towards the back seats and through the semi-transparent car window, I saw a young girl of 7 or 8 years old sleeping inside. "By the way, we also encountered a strange person." The office worker suddenly said, "He was a person wearing very large and heavy armor. Just as we were about to be killed by that group of patients, he saved us. For some reason, he always refused to take off his helmet so we could see his face. We invited him to join us, but he said he still needed to go save more people, so he left." "The strange person who wears armor and rescues people everywhere?" Aoba commented, "It sounds just like a superhero from a comic." "Right? That's what I thought too. Not only does he sound like a superhero, he looks like one." The office worker said, "I saw it with my own eyes, he first..." Bringing my hands together in a prayer-like gesture, I then slapped the ground, causing a stone platform to suddenly rise up and lift us away, preventing the surrounding patients from getting close. "Supernatural powers?" Aoba exclaimed in surprise, then turned to look at me. I can't do that kind of thing, maybe I'll be able to do it after I get stronger in the future. However... To be honest, even though I know it's not in his best interest to lie to us, I still can't help but doubt the truthfulness of what he's saying. Superheroes who wear armor and have superpowers? That's too suspicious, only someone abnormal would immediately believe it. "Oh, there's more." The office worker remembered something, "Although he didn't show his face, he did reveal his name." "Is that so? What's his name?" I asked. I am already psychologically prepared to hear names like Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne from the other party, and by the way, these two people do not have superpowers and do not live in Japan. Office workers answered my questions. "Alphonse Elric," he said.