Duong Vinh shook his head and said: "Don't, you go to the Sunshine shelter. This place can be handled by me alone. When there are many people, things often go wrong easily. When it's just me here, it will also be much safer."
Lam Pham understood Duong Vinh's meaning.
He said no more.
He respected his choice.
Finally, Lam Pham left with them.
Duong Vinh stood on the rooftop, watching them depart, his mood suddenly much lighter. In the past, with survivors here, he couldn't relax. But now that they had left, his sister had left, leaving him all alone, there wasn't as much pressure.
"Relaxing. I'm really not suited to be a leader."
"Every survivor's life needs to be taken care of; my head feels a bit dazed."
Duong Vinh smiled, still looking at the distant city.
His heart felt as if a flame was burning. This flame was brought to him by Lam Pham. In the past, the hope in his heart was distant, but now this flame of hope was burning fiercely.
"Brother Lam, will anything happen to my brother?" Duong Lo looked at the gradually blurring buildings, worried.
Lam Pham said: "Rest assured, nothing will happen. His choice is to guide the survivors who can reach there towards a bright path. Your brother's actions are worthy of everyone's respect."
Duong Lo sighed in her heart. Actually, she also didn't want her brother to be such a person. Especially with close relatives, one often hopes they live well, not wishing for them to take risks.
But she knew her brother was just that kind of person.
Even if she tried to persuade him, it would still be useless...
Night.
Sa Mac base.
Quy Thu Nguyet stayed in the sealed laboratory. Everyone already knew Quy Thu Nguyet had injected the lucky cells and what had happened to her body. Upon learning of this situation, everyone showed shock, an expression of disbelief.
They hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
This kind of behavior was too reckless.
It was just that they didn't know that on the path of scientific research, someone always had to step forward.
Now, Quy Thu Nguyet was continuously researching, observing the changes in the lucky cells in her blood.
At the same time, she was also recording various data on the computer.
And also bodily changes.
Suddenly.
Quy Thu Nguyet felt her nose a bit sticky. She reached up to wipe it, and her fingers were stained with blood. Wiping the blood from her fingers, she gently flicked them, and a fingernail actually came off.
Not a bit of pain, not a bit of sensation.
The detached fingernail was black.
She didn't panic, just a few traces of nervousness flashed in her eyes.
Her body was quietly changing. This change was rapid, as if a ferocious beast was constantly destroying her body's functions.
[It has been twelve hours since the injection of lucky cells. My body is starting to react: nosebleed, fingernail detached without any pain. The zombie virus could only contend with the lucky cells for this long.] [It is now 2:04 AM. I am about to inject the second shot of zombie virus.]
Quy Thu Nguyet took a deep breath and injected the second shot.
Leaning back against the chair, she closed her eyes, her breathing starting to become a bit rapid. Gradually, as if the lucky cells had again stopped devouring normal cells, her breathing became much calmer.
She continued to draw blood, observing the changes within it, then continued to record.
[When I injected the second shot, the lucky cells did not immediately devour the zombie virus, as if hesitating, but ultimately still chose the zombie virus. I think the lucky cells have already developed a resistance to the zombie virus, and may not prioritize choosing the zombie virus.]
After recording the current situation.
Quy Thu Nguyet felt as if she might not have a future. She took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, looked at a family photo of three, and couldn't help but smile.
In the peaceful times of the past, she had always been busy, neglecting family ties.
With the outbreak of the apocalypse, she lost her relatives.
Only then did she realize she had spent too little time with them.
At this very moment.
An image appeared on the screen.
[Long Cung base requests video chat]
Connected.
"Grandpa Ha, why aren't you resting yet?" Quy Thu Nguyet asked with concern.
In the video, Professor Ha was extremely worried, "How can I sleep? I saw the data you recorded. Grandpa Ha is really useless, I don't know what to do."
Quy Thu Nguyet didn't want to see Grandpa Ha upset, and said calmly: "Grandpa Ha, don't think too much. At least we have proven that lucky cells cannot be transplanted into another body. They are special things for people who possess lucky cells; other people cannot obtain them. You told me before that lucky cells would devour and replace normal cells. We wondered if they could become a new type of cell, but now we have proven that the damage they cause to the human body might be irreversible."
Professor Ha didn't answer. He didn't want to discuss these things, but he couldn't avoid discussing them.
He looked at Quy Thu Nguyet in the video, who was always smiling, and for a moment, he only felt very distressed.
"Grandpa Ha, rest early. I'm going to rest too," Quy Thu Nguyet said, then without waiting for Professor Ha to say anything, she waved her hand and ended the video call.
It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to Grandpa Ha.
But at this moment.
She discovered a change in herself. The finger from which the fingernail had just detached actually regrew a fingernail at extreme speed, and it was a sharp, slender fingernail, not looking like a human fingernail.
She continued to record, but this time, the recording was set for a timed release.
[Just now, the finger from which my fingernail detached regrew a new fingernail at extreme speed. However, this type of fingernail is not human. I think that after injecting the lucky cells, my body is starting to undergo a terrifying mutation. I will implant a locator in my arm. If I can survive, I will return. If I turn into a terrifying zombie monster, I hope I can be captured and brought back for research.]
Recording finished.
She stood up, embedded the locator into her arm, and at the same time, took a syringe, jabbed it fiercely into her arm, drew out the current blood from her body, preserved it well, grabbed some syringes filled with zombie virus, and hurriedly left the laboratory.
At this time, the research staff had all rested.
Arriving at the door.
"Professor Quy, where are you going?" the guard on duty asked curiously.
Quy Thu Nguyet said: "Going out for a bit. Just watch this place well."
"Professor, I'll go with you."
"No need."
The guard on duty still wanted to say something, but saw Quy Thu Nguyet directly drive away. He seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie, speaking into it.
Not long after.
All the scientific research personnel in the base were awakened.
Learning that Professor Quy had left in the middle of the night, their eyes completely panicked. Some went to ask where Professor Quy had gone, others quickly contacted Professor Ha.
They had a bad premonition.
After all, Professor Quy had injected lucky cells, and her body had reacted. Could it be that Professor Quy knew her body might be developing towards some kind of mutation?
So she didn't want to stay in the base and thought of going outside to find a place to live or die on her own?
Outside.
Quy Thu Nguyet, driving, rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind blow. Her expression was extremely indifferent. She coughed softly, looked down, and saw blood in her palm.
"Faster than I imagined. Truly a terrifying type of cell. For those who possess this type of cell, it is indeed lucky. But for those injected with this type of cell, it is truly a disaster."
Boom!
A bright flash of lightning tore through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead.
"Is it raining?"