Chapter 218

"No wonder some people turn into zombies very fast, turning into zombies in less than ten minutes after being bitten, while others can hold on for two or three hours. It turns out that the difference in the division speed of zombie robots is so large."

Zhang Su nodded thoughtfully. He suddenly thought of one thing and asked hurriedly: "Dr. Fu, you just said activated. What counts as an activated zombie robot? And are there unactivated ones?"

"Yes!" Fu Weijun nodded: "There are unactivated zombie robots in all of your bodies."

"Under what circumstances will they be activated? Death?"

Zhang Su wasn't surprised. Through previous observations, he had determined this.

"That's right, it's death! Answering your other question, what counts as an activated zombie robot? Now there is only one way to obtain activated zombie robots, and that is living zombies!"

Fu Weijun emphasized his tone: "The teeth and nails of living zombies are like devices specifically for activating zombie robots, while the flesh and blood contain a large amount of disabled zombie robots, which can be understood as dead zombie robots, which do not have infectivity."

"No wonder zombie blood doesn't infect, the problem is here..."

Duan Wuhu suddenly realized. He had never been clear about whether zombie blood had infectivity.

Zhang Su compared Fu Weijun's research results with his own past experiences in his mind and found it was indeed the case. He continued to ask: "Dr. Fu, is there any possibility of being bitten by a zombie without turning into a zombie?"

Fu Weijun frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Theoretically, there is such a possibility, but I haven't seen such a case in reality. Our human immune system will try its best to encircle and suppress zombie robots, but it has never won..."

"Are we humans so weak?" Duan Wuhu shrugged with a strange expression.

"Time is too short, it's too late!" Fu Weijun shook his head: "The activation of the human immune system is too slow relative to the replication of zombie robots, but I believe humans can evolve the ability to resist zombie robots, it just depends on whether they can hold on until then..."

The time for the appearance of Homo erectus is close to two million years. In this process, they defeated countless bacteria, germs, and viruses, and were once on the verge of extinction, but they were all reborn in the fire.

"Sigh..." Zhang Su took a long breath. The more he knew, the more desperate he felt.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Dr. Fu, you have studied so much, then I want to ask the most critical question: is there any reversible method?"

"No!"

Fu Weijun answered very calmly and decisively, then added.

"At least within my cognitive range, there is no way to reverse it, because zombies and humans are no longer the same species from a genetic level. You can understand them as ugly humanoid robots, that is to say, people die completely the moment they are controlled! This is a cruel fact. Reversal is no different from resurrection, unless those characters in religious myths descend. I don't believe in gods!"

"You haven't told Liao Youzhi this, right?" Duan Wuhu asked.

"No, he definitely can't accept this fact."

Fu Weijun shook his head helplessly.

"Dr. Fu, about two months ago, there was a heavy rain. I saw zombies absorbing energy from the rain. Since then, a large group of zombies have become stronger, running fast, having great strength, and being sensitive. Yesterday, there was another light snow. Today we went out to scavenge for supplies and found that the zombies have become stronger again. Do you have research data on this?"

All the previous questions were conclusions, and they belonged to conclusions that couldn't be changed even if they knew them. Zhang Su's question now related to the present and the future.

Fu Weijun frowned and recalled: "I also discovered this phenomenon. Just as you said, the zombies have indeed become stronger. However, due to limited samples and limited testing conditions, no detailed data has been obtained."

"This..." Duan Wuhu said with a bitter face: "It's really a robot, and it can be strengthened bit by bit."

"That's right, look at zombies as robots, everything is very easy to understand. Rain and snow are like upgrade codes, injected into the zombie's body. After the zombie upgrades the program, it gets strengthened. Isn't it easy to understand?"

Fu Weijun rarely showed a smile, because he felt that the conversation partner finally had resonance.

Zhang Su shook his head with a bitter smile: "It's easy to understand, but I need a way to resist this phenomenon now... Otherwise, if we let the zombies strengthen, we will become more and more dangerous!"

"I don't advocate violence, but unfortunately, the only way to solve this disaster is to kill all the zombies, and humans must also be cremated or have their brains destroyed before burial after death."

Fu Weijun spread his hands powerlessly. Human technology seems a bit pale and powerless here.

The three were silent for a long time, only the sound of drinking water, the scene was very desolate.

"Dr. Fu." Zhang Su spoke again: "You have been in contact with a large number of zombies. Do you have any reliable guesses as to why this disaster broke out?"

Fu Weijun showed a confused expression and said: "According to the information I integrated, the disaster broke out at seven o'clock in the morning in our time, almost at the same time globally. It can be certain that this is not something human technology can do, at least with the technology of our generation of human civilization, it can't be done."

Although he didn't explicitly give an answer, the direction was clear enough. The culprit behind this disaster was not human.

"Not our generation, that is the technology of the previous civilization, the next generation... no, the next generation hasn't arrived yet, Earth, alien, that's it, haha. I've lived a life worth it, being able to become enemies with other civilization's technological products, awesome or not? Ah, Brother Zhang, awesome or not?"

Duan Wuhu was optimistic. After listening to Fu Weijun's words, he suddenly felt that he was still alive, which was really a blessing.

"It's really damn awesome, but we still have to live!" Zhang Su looked at Fu Weijun and said: "Dr. Fu, forgive me for being blunt, the conclusions you researched are just an explanation of the current situation, but there seem to be very few theories that can really help us deal with zombies?"

Fu Weijun showed a very bright smile, then took off the backpack hanging behind the wheelchair and took out a vacuum-packed plastic bag from it and placed it on the dining table.

"Theory is used to support research, and this is the research result!"

Zhang Su picked up the vacuum plastic bag and looked at it. Inside were four gray substances the size of red dates. The surface was very smooth, but with his amazing eyesight, he could see that there were actually many fine lines distributed, with a sense of sci-fi.

"This is? What is it..."

Zhang Su put down the plastic bag, completely confused.

"Zombie's thalamus."

Fu Weijun picked up the plastic bag with joy, and light rarely burst out in his eyes.

"What?"

"Thalamus?"

Zhang Su and Duan Wuhu were stunned at the same time. Both of them had heard this word and knew it was an organ inside the head. As for whether it belonged to the brain or the cerebellum, they didn't know, it was too obscure.

"The human brain can be divided into the cerebrum, diencephalon, and cerebellum according to structure. This belongs to an important component of the diencephalon!"

Fu Weijun shook the plastic bag gently.

"Then... um, this diencephalon, no, thalamus, what is its function?" Zhang Su asked curiously, taking the plastic bag from Fu Weijun's hand again to examine it carefully, trying to find out the mystery.

"I didn't tell anyone about this discovery. Or rather, I didn't have time to report the experimental results to Liao Youzhi before the zombie experiment happened. Fortunately, I didn't tell him."

While talking, Fu Weijun touched himself, then smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhang, my dagger was taken by you, can I borrow one?"

"Dagger?" Zhang Su didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he still pulled out the short dagger from his waist and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

Getting the short dagger, Fu Weijun rolled up his sleeves and, under the astonished eyes of Zhang Su and Duan Wuhu, cut a two-inch-long wound with a *swish*. Blood flowed out instantly.

"Hey!" Duan Wuhu was startled: "What are you doing..."

"Don't be anxious!" Fu Weijun was very calm, as if the blood flowing on his arm wasn't his own.

He put down the short dagger, took out an iron box about the size of a deck of cards from his bag, opened it, took out half a gray thing, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

Zhang Su's skin and mouth couldn't help twitching. He saw very clearly that what Fu Weijun ate was a zombie thalamus!

"Quick! Look..."

Fu Weijun ate about a quarter of the whole thalamus, put the rest back in the box, and then showed the wound to the two.

Time flowed bit by bit. Zhang Su silently recorded the time. About half a minute later, the blood from Fu Weijun's wound stopped flowing out. Immediately after, the flesh and skin of the wound began to grow again. The granulation grew rapidly, and the wound closed at a visible speed.

The whole process took less than two minutes, and the seven or eight-centimeter wound healed completely, leaving only a raised scar!

Some settings were thrown out. If there are any inconsistencies, please forgive me...

(End of chapter)