Chapter 39

Just as they approached, they smelled a faint bloody odor.

Signaling the soldiers to aim their rifles in advance, Luo Luo Bote slowly pushed open the door.

They saw that the inside was a mess, with various test tubes shattered all over the floor.

Several researchers in white coats lay in pools of blood.

They were mangled, with bite marks everywhere on their bodies.

White mice were crawling on them, their pure white eyes illuminated by the flashlight, looking particularly chilling.

Even so, their bodies showed obvious symptoms of gangrene, clearly undergoing zombification.

And the iron cages on the shelves for raising white mice had long been bitten into large holes.

The moment the door was pushed open, the zombie mice were startled and turned their heads in unison to look at the people outside the door.

In an instant.

The rifles spat flames, and the flying bullets immediately blew the heads off several zombie mice.

But more zombie mice were swarming toward them.

Luo Luo Bote remained calm, continuing to blow the heads off two more zombie mice.

He kicked away the leading zombie mouse and raised his gun to shoot it in mid-air.

In less than half a minute, this wave of small mouse swarms was cleared away.

But as the search continued, Luo Luo Bote's face grew darker.

The box that should have contained the glacier samples was not refrigerated but was overturned on the ground.

The melted liquid flowed along the floor tiles and into the sewer.

And before their eyes, cockroaches were poking their heads out of the sewer, their antennae constantly shaking.

Looking at this scene, Luo Luo Bote closed his eyes:

"It's over, everything is over."

Besides the headache-inducing cold-resistant mosquitoes, there were now cockroaches...

Although sewage containing "Containment-008" could not spread on a large scale in the cold winter.

But humanity did not have the technology to kill all mosquitoes and cockroaches at once while preserving the city.

And as long as there was negligence, the zombie virus would break out again, repeating the tragedy.

Midnight passed, and morning arrived.

In this small city with a population of over a hundred thousand, no more citizens would ever take to the streets.

The sky was still snowing; this was the only good news.

In the short term, the remains would not rot, leaving enough time for the living to verify the identities of the dead.

The survivors stayed in the base, their eyes dull, some laughing foolishly from time to time, clearly unable to accept everything that had happened in the past few days.

This was a pure, unprovoked disaster.

After the initial work of collecting the remains was completed, the Alliance Air Force sprayed a large amount of dichlorvos, insecticides, and other toxic substances in the city.

Simultaneously, the evacuation of personnel began in an orderly manner.

Patients with high fever and cold intolerance symptoms were Actions Actions Taken away for isolation and observation.

Except for a few items allowed to be Actions Actions Taken out after disinfection, the vast majority were concentrated and burned.

Even the army's combat vehicles had to be completely decontaminated.

Luo Luo Bote and the others were no exception.

His long-kept side-parted hair was shaved clean to prevent fleas or lice from being carried away.

As for "Containment-427," it successfully saved the lives of nearly a thousand comatose patients.

But after a medical worker believed it was a gift from God and approached it for a long time, it eventually mutated into "Containment-427-1," a flesh beast, and was quickly wiped out.

Afterward, this containment object was no longer used.

Replicas of "Containment-500" also successfully saved some people.

But the replicas could not clear the infection symptoms, and many patients in a coma were eventually declared dead.

Most of the people who had experienced this incident had their memories erased by the Foundation's Class D memory erasure.

Only the Alliance high-level officials and Foundation personnel remembered this tragedy, but they would all keep their mouths shut.

Before the spring of the second year arrived.

The Supreme Commander announced to the world that the Alliance would conduct the largest nuclear test in human history.

The yield reached an unprecedented 50 million tons of TNT!

The chosen location was a small city that had been abandoned for a long time.

It was used to simulate the destructive effect of a hydrogen bomb explosion on city buildings and its impact on the surrounding environment.

Luo Luo Bote was also invited to visit this nuclear test.

He still remembered.

When the brown bears finished their hibernation, the city was still quiet.

Afterward, the world-shocking nuclear test was successfully conducted.

The entire city, along with the tragedy that had once played out there.

Vanished into smoke in the light of the sun.

In the second year, a slightly smaller-scale nuclear test was successfully conducted on the glacier.

This time, the research content was the impact of a hydrogen bomb explosion on the glacier.

When a sun rose, bringing the light that purified everything, the secrets buried in the glacier were also destroyed.

Since then, except for the "Containment-008" samples initially retained by the Foundation and the Alliance, there were no known zombie viruses in the world.

Seeking rating tickets, seeking flowers! ===== CHAPTER 77 =====

Awakened by the blinding nuclear explosion on the screen, March 7th subconsciously raised her arm to shield herself from the flash.

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Only then did she realize that tears were rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

"Strange, why am I crying?"

Wiping away the tears, March 7th asked herself.

But the more she did, the more a sense of sadness surged, breaking through her tear gates and making her body twitch involuntarily.

Looking down, she saw a handkerchief that had already been held in front of her.

Bai Bai Xuan wiped the tear stains off her face, ruffled her hair, let her lean against his chest, and hugged her tightly.

March 7th's voice was still a bit choked:

"Damn it, I shouldn't have cried in front of Xiao Bai."

"But, I just feel so sad, like I've lost something important."

As she spoke, she buried her head a little deeper, and in the end, she simply lay on Bai Bai Xuan.

Bai Bai Xuan lay on his side on the bed, hugging the sad girl, letting her pillow her head on his arm.

Gently stroking March 7th's back, she stuck to Bai Bai Xuan's arms like a cat being stroked by its owner.

"It's 'memory,' Little March."

"That is the most precious 'memory'."

"No matter what moment it is, those past events that Little March wants to record with a camera, those 'memories'."

March 7th didn't speak; she just maintained this posture, experiencing the feeling of being wrapped up and feeling the heartbeat of another heart.

"'Memory' anchors the self and constructs the self."

"For Little March, those incredibly precious 'memories' were wantonly manipulated by the Foundation's agents; it's very sad, isn't it?"

"In that small town where so many people lived, how many people's 'memories' must have been carried?"

"But those people and 'memories' were forgotten in the disaster and completely disappeared in the explosion; it took I don't know how many thousands or ten thousand years before the world finally remembered them."

March 7th opened her eyes, raised her head, and said a soft "hmm."

Afterward, she shifted her body.

Letting herself be nose-to-nose with Bai Bai Xuan, confirming each other's breath, and confirming her own reflection in each other's eyes.

This sadness immediately diminished quite a bit. ===== CHAPTER 78 =====