Chapter 417

【Dream-Loss Syndrome】

An unexpected problem was suddenly placed in front of Ji Jue.

Ji Jue was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly:

"Is the situation very serious?"

"Because of the lack of statistics, it is difficult to determine the specific scale and quantity, but this time the scope is too wide, abnormally wide. The Cult has already issued a notice to both sides and the Qiandao, but I'm afraid it hasn't been taken seriously."

Yu Shu smiled bitterly: "After all, in many people's eyes, as long as you get the vaccine, you can prevent it. Moreover, the Federation and the Empire have the suppression of the Tian Yuan Law, which is at most more serious than malignant influenza and cannot cause any waves."

"But for towns like Outside Xinquan, I'm afraid it's not necessarily the case."

"For safety's sake, you must plan early."

"Purchase vaccines, start with regular employees, and then ensure coverage of Outside Xinquan. Other settlements... forget it, Chen Xingzhou doesn't lack this money, I'll tell him later."

"It has been arranged before, but the effect did not reach expectations."

Yu Shu reminded: "In this regard, I'm afraid you need to personally advocate it; after all, if it were someone else, everyone might not trust it."

Ji Jue was silent and speechless.

Nothing to say.

What else can be said?

The good things you guys did before!

All along, settlers and scavengers in the wilderness have held a vigilant and repulsive attitude toward so-called vaccines, and there is no lack of those who change color at the mention of it.

Among them, there are many stupid and anti-intellectual guys shouting and clamoring, but one cannot deny the iron-clad fact———everyone has suffered losses.

And more than once.

After all, as everyone knows, the Federation's pharmaceutical companies have always been at a level far exceeding their peers in terms of not acting like humans...

There are many restrictions in the city, so it's hard to say, but outside the city, taking scavengers as experimental subjects and human experiments is just too easy. A large number of drugs that have not passed regulatory and clinical trials are tested by randomly finding a batch of lucky people in the wilderness.

Even worse... they will pre-determine the area, then put viruses in the water and food, and after the situation is bad, they will slowly come to verify the effect of relative drugs.

After so many years, even a fool knows to stay away from pies falling from the sky.

What? You say there might be an outbreak of disease recently and advise me to get a vaccine?

You'd better be!

Otherwise, do you see the weapon in my hand?

To be fair, Yu Shu felt that this idea was too bad and too rough, completely overdrawing Ji Jue's credibility, and the key was that there was no benefit.

Conspiracy theories are everywhere.

Why are you, surnamed Ji, being so good to me for no reason? Is it because you spread this plague? Are you trying to use us for experiments?

Regarding this, Ji Jue is indifferent.

"Just do it like this for now," he nodded decisively, without hesitation: "At the very least, stabilize Outside Xinquan first."

As for others, whether you get it or not, live or die, it doesn't matter.

"Besides that, regarding Dream-Loss Syndrome, do you have anything to add?"

Ji Jue asked curiously.

"To what extent do you understand it?"

"Get the vaccine to prevent it, the incubation period is relatively long, from frequent dreaming to no dreaming," Ji Jue shrugged, "That's all, but, if it's just like this, is it worth treating it so seriously?"

"If it were just an individual case, there would indeed be no need to worry too much. What is truly dangerous is forming a scale, just like... the same."

Yu Shu sighed, and when he mentioned the previous outbreak site in the Qiandao, he still had complex feelings.

"The seriousness of Dream-Loss Syndrome, besides the fact that there is no conventional treatment method once the disease breaks out, the most troublesome place is actually its infectivity and spreadability."

"And, once it forms a scale, the large-scale 'collapse effect' that is formed."

He said solemnly: "Punabantu was like this before; early intervention did not work, coupled with bloody coups and wars, and various massacres, in the martial law-enclosed city, the original situation was completely catalyzed, so that it finally got out of control."

"The body after losing consciousness and self will uncontrollably have spiritual quality overflow, and at the same time, large-scale spiritual quality overflow and residual emotions, just like a petri dish, are very easy to become a hotbed for giving birth to other things..."

Hearing this, Ji Jue waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to continue.

Is there any need to say?

As an extra-curricular tainted demon covered in Great Taint's selection, almost going to register in the Deep, he knows much better than Yu Shu how this situation can be utilized and how big a mess it can cause!

Whether it is Taint-Transformation or the many secret rituals of the Evil-Transforming Cult, they are all enough to be like a fish in water...

What a happy farm!

The key is not in the beginning, but in the aftermath.

If early intervention is not possible, the aftermath will be endless.

By then, in this land of Outside Xinquan, I don't know what kind of good talents will grow!

"Handle it seriously."

Ji Jue pulled out his signature pen, signed his application, and patted it back: "Just do your best."

"Understood."

Yu Shu nodded decisively and turned to leave.

The afternoon sun was scorching.

Under the same cruel sun, the foul-smelling fishing boat finally passed through the reef area, and the Federation's coastline was close at hand.

At the bow, the boat owner who was steering turned his head to look, and after not finding any signs of water police chasing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved at the people behind him.

"Alright, the port is in front, let those guys out, let them prepare the things, and leave immediately after docking."

"Also, whoever the hell dares to poop on my deck, just wait to be thrown down!"

The subordinate nodded, biting a cigarette and went to the fishing cabin. The fishing cabin, which had been accumulating fish for years, was filled with an indistinguishable stench, and everyone was almost used to it.

But after twisting open the cabin door, he saw a dark patch of heads in the narrow space, looking disheveled; in the stuffiness, the stench became more pungent, making people want to vomit.

Soon, one after another, stumbling figures carrying big and small bags walked out of the cabin, walked onto the deck, looked around blankly, and after seeing the coastline close at hand, their weak and tired eyes suddenly lit up.

No longer able to restrain.

Screaming, shouting, cheering!

Faces were filled with excitement and joy, cheering constantly, and even hugging each other. Even if they knew clearly that the future was difficult to determine, after the long torture in the bottom cabin, everyone's endurance had reached its limit.

As long as they can go ashore, even if it's going to hell, it doesn't matter!

"Big brother, smoke, smoke, hard work!"

Among the stowaways, the middle-aged man who still maintained a little decency smiled flatteringly

and approached, handing a cigarette to the sailor. The sailor glanced at the wet cigarette, waved his hand in disgust, lit his own, and kindly shared one with him: "Don't be too happy, as if the Federation is a good place."

The haggard middle-aged man smiled tiredly: "Better than outside... at least I can live, right?"

The sailor who was smoking was stunned for a moment, glanced at him, as if surprised: "Looks like you've done your homework? Do you have a place to go? Do you want me to introduce you?"

"No, no, an old classmate introduced me, working near Yacheng, it seems to be called... Coastal? Have you heard of it?"

"Hey, you're lucky," the sailor laughed, as if he looked up to him: "Engineer?"

"Just an electrician, not really."

The middle-aged man sighed and waved his hand: "The diplomas outside are useless, I don't know if they still want people."

"That's why I said you're lucky," the sailor sighed: "Coastal has been short of people recently, they don't look at that set, as long as you have a little skill, you can stand firm, they provide food and housing, and they even pay double for overtime. If you're lucky, maybe you can be a city person in the future."

"Big B! Big B! What the hell are you doing? Dog-fucking, work!" another sailor shouted from afar: "Damn it, don't you need to wash the cabin!"

"Coming, coming!"

Big B took a hard puff of the cigarette, sighed long, held his breath, picked up the water pipe and rushed to the bottom cabin, but soon, he came back and walked toward the boat owner.

★￠o

When the boat owner saw him walking over, his expression changed too.

"What's the situation?"

Big B wanted to speak but stopped.

Two minutes later, the captain came to the bottom cabin. In the empty bottom cabin, there were no people left, only a figure curled up in the corner, and a child kneeling beside him.

Crying and shaking.

"Mom, mom..."

Mom didn't respond.

The disheveled, withered woman was still lying on the ground, breathing, but without any reaction, just opening and closing her eyes blankly, her pupils hollow.

"Damn it, bad luck!"

The boat owner subconsciously stepped back two steps, remembering that he had just been vaccinated a few days ago, and vaguely put down his heart, found a subordinate to scold him, and the subordinate also had an innocent face.

When boarding the boat, the physical report was also seen, and even an extra sum of money was spent to get the vaccine, but this kind of thing still happened, what can be done?

Can only admit bad luck.

"What are you stunned for, throw it down!"

Big B was stunned for a moment, looked at the corner, and subconsciously asked: "... What about the kid?"

The boat owner's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head coldly, looking straight at him.

No answer.

Whether willing or unwilling, stopping or not stopping, managing or not managing.

The spiritual plague finally spread within the Federation. From north to south, in the wilderness outside all coastal areas, more and more patients with Dream-Loss Syndrome began to appear.

Symptoms of infection appeared in many settlements.

Most cities only dealt with it perfunctorily and finished it in a hurry. Basically, every year at this time, there is some trouble, and everyone is basically numb, just saying it's normal.

Vaccines were also given, entry and exit checks were increased, and television warnings were broadcast.

Last year it was malignant influenza, a few years ago it was moss disease, and a few years before that it was heat fever. After spreading for a wave, it naturally dissipated.

As for those stowaways from outside, live if you can, die if you can't.

None of my business.

Anyway, no matter what, with the Tian Du Law covering it, no matter how powerful Dream-Loss Syndrome is, it won't reach the city, right?

Soon, the cruel fact was placed in front of everyone.

Hello, as for that...