Chapter 588

"But, Mr. Zhang, the research on the liquefied gas zombie brooks no delay, and there's also Qiu Hui's side..."

Fu Weijun wouldn't give up and decided to try to fight for it.

"Then we can only let Dr. Xie suffer. Besides, if the three people who came from the Survivor Alliance have no problems, they can also take up their posts and participate in the research."

Zhang Su pointed at Xie Yanshan.

"Holy shit!"

Fu Weijun became anxious and cursed. That black crystal couldn't be researched? Not even having a share in letting the newcomers participate in the research—this was simply... too uncomfortable! "Cursing, are you? Take a look at what this is again?"

As he spoke, Zhang Su reached into his waist bag, grabbed a handful, and took out several white wax pills.

All five people looked at Zhang Su's palm, their eyes showing doubt.

"What is this?" Fu Weijun subconsciously asked, mimicking Zhang Su's words, his face full of curiosity.

"Heh..." Zhang Su smiled mysteriously: "This is a medicine concocted by a survivor organization in the development zone. After eating it, it can make people's combat power soar. I also wanted to let you all study the ingredients together, but unfortunately, you probably won't be able to participate."

After hearing Zhang Su's words, Liu Tianji and Ke Zhiyu looked at each other, strange expressions appearing on their faces, thinking to themselves that Brother Su's series of methods seemed like nothing much, but they were extremely targeted, and his ability to grasp weaknesses was perfect.

Sure enough, after hearing this news, Fu Weijun was so anxious he almost jumped up, looking like a patient who had been constipated for ten days.

"This expression is really ugly. Are you not convinced?"

Zhang Su rotated the white wax pills in his hand like an old man playing with health balls, asking with a half-smile.

Seemingly on vacation, but actually being manipulated! "Convinced..."

Fu Weijun brewed for a long time before finally squeezing out one word.

Duan Wuhu hurriedly added: "What's there to be unconvinced about? Rest for ten days, eat, drink, and play. Weijun, you damn well should thank Mr. Zhang, you know?"

"No need for thanks!"

Zhang Su waved his hand and said: "Dr. Fu, I remember every single thing you've done for the camp; they are all indelible contributions. In the future, I will find someone to organize and compile them into a booklet. If our camp can continue to develop, your great achievements will become a heavy stroke! But you must bear the corresponding punishment for the mistakes you've made. Do you think why you only need to rest for a few days to return to your post, huh? For such a serious mistake, such a light punishment—if it weren't for the fact that only the five or six of us here know, you'd be skinned alive even if you didn't die! Your contribution is indeed not small, but do you think if you let those people in the camp know about your behavior, huh? Messing around by feeding people medicine randomly, would they get anxious? I can let your merits offset your faults, but others won't tolerate it. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Fu Weijun listened to Zhang Su finish with a solemn expression, his mood extremely complex. Whether he lived or died, or was skinned alive, put that aside. Since stepping into the door of scientific research, he had never thought about fame and fortune, but at this moment, he was actually a little tempted...

"I understand, I deeply realize my mistake! You two, my recklessness caused you trouble. Please forgive my impulse, give me a chance to reform, and don't let this matter continue to ferment. Please."

Fu Weijun apologized very sincerely. He knew the power of public opinion very well. If it were really as Zhang Su said, and six or seven hundred people knew what happened today, he was afraid he really wouldn't have a chance to survive, unless the King of Hell protected him to the end!

But would the King of Hell do that?

Was he worth the King of Hell doing this? There was no answer.

"I will use these ten days to calm down and reflect properly. Please allow me to have a request: I hope to let Teacher Duan stay in the laboratory. If he sees or hears anything, he can tell me, and I won't be so bored."

This time, Fu Weijun didn't hide anything and stated the reason in his heart directly.

"This punishment is aimed at you, and it has nothing to do with Old Duan. I won't implicate Old Duan in the mistakes you made! Don't relax yet. After the ten-day vacation, you have to enter an observation period for a period of time, at most one month. If there are no problems, I'll give this to you."

Zhang Su said, patting the position where the self-sealing bag was placed, and suddenly thought of something, adding: "Don't worry, I will never let anyone other than those here know about this thalamus. You are the same. If there is any relevant news outside, I will hold you accountable!"

"No, no..."

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't talk nonsense!"

"Then let's unify our story and just say it's the effect of the Zombie Transformation Blocking Fluid, otherwise we'd have to make up a basket of lies!" "Okay, let's tell the outside world that!"

Zhang Su made the final decision, unifying everyone's story for the outside world.

"Ten days, one month, adding up to forty days. Okay, if I can really stand up, it's not a difference of forty days! Also, I... I apply to be the tester for that, if needed."

Fu Weijun pointed at Zhang Su's palm. He wanted to know the effect of that pill too much.

"No, no, no..."

Xie Yanshan hurriedly interrupted, smiling awkwardly: "No need for people, no need for people, we can just use animals. Weijun, stop talking nonsense."

It had reached this point, and he was still thinking about using people for experiments directly. Xie Yanshan was about to collapse; he didn't want to lose this decent colleague.

Zhang Su was also quite speechless. This guy's drive was too strong, but he absolutely couldn't let him run wild, otherwise, he would definitely cause trouble! "Then..."

Fu Weijun looked around. This wasn't the main laboratory, but it was still full of nostalgia. He muttered: "Mr. Zhang, then I'll be going. Dr. Xie, for the next period of time, you'll have to suffer."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Weijun, you rest well, adjust your state. Ten days, it'll be over in the blink of an eye."

Xie Yanshan waved his hand quite reluctantly.

"Alright, Old Duan, you accompany Dr. Fu down. Oh, right, you two go directly to Village No. 1, wait for the hot pot tonight, and get busy with everyone. Change your lifestyle. If anyone asks why Dr. Fu left the laboratory, just say he got injured and needs to recuperate. Go."

Zhang Su waved his hand.

"Okay, you can rest assured about these things, Brother Zhang. I'll handle it well. Hey, this is for you."

Duan Wuhu pushed Fu Weijun out the door, discovered that the painkillers were still in the bag on the wheelchair, and took the plastic bag out to return it to Zhang Su. Many of the medicines inside had been opened, clearly already fed to people who didn't need them.

Awoo, awoo.

In the corridor, the miserable zombie facing down sensed blood food approaching, let out bursts of low whimpers, and twisted its body, looking very awkward.

Fu Weijun looked at the zombie with a complex expression and curled his lips. He knew this was the zombie used to test Qiu Hui, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it with his own eyes. What a sin! "Dr. Xie, have you never seen this kind of thalamus before?"

After the two went downstairs, Zhang Su took out the self-sealing bag again and asked Xie Yanshan.

"No!" Xie Yanshan shook his head very decisively: "I have never seen a thalamus of a special color. They are all blue-gray, with occasional variations in depth, but overall they fluctuate within that color range. We speculate that it belongs to individual differences, but this one is clearly different!"

"That... Brother Su, can I take a look?"

Liu Tianji reached out his hand with a strange expression.

"Go ahead." Zhang Su threw it to Liu Tianji casually, then asked: "Is it because the liquefied gas zombie belongs to a mutated zombie that such a special thalamus was produced? But that's not right, the thalamus of the petrified skin zombie before didn't have any difference, right?"

"Uh... I haven't handled many petrified skin zombies, so I'm not sure. However, judging from the records, there was indeed no abnormality."

"In that case, can we judge that the mutation level of the petrified skin zombie is lower than that of the liquefied gas zombie, so the thalamus didn't change?"

In terms of power, the liquefied gas zombie was clearly more than one level higher than the petrified skin zombie!

Xie Yanshan sighed deeply: "Mr. Zhang, if you are establishing a theory, your inference is completely fine, but... a process without verification cannot withstand scrutiny."

Any theory can be imagined wildly, but those all belong to "hypotheses" and need to be verified.

(End of chapter)