A race against time between life and death is taking place in the third ward.
All those who were informed of their current situation have followed Professor Robert's instructions in Ward 3 and written suicide notes using their ID cards.
In this case, if you use traditional paper writing methods, it is destined to be burned, which is very sad.
Despite the constant cries of grief, Professor Robert is still using his last time to try to develop a potentially effective antidote or vaccine.
Even if we cannot develop a finished product, figuring out some principles can leave valuable practical experience for future generations.
These riches are better than all the gold, silver and jewelry in the world, better than all the swords, guns and cannons in the world. This is knowledge gained with one’s life.
Professor Robert's back was already a bloody mess at this time, but he hardened his heart and injected himself with a large amount of painkillers and anesthetics. At the same time, he connected electric current to the little fingers of both hands, using electric current to stimulate his almost numb nerves from time to time.
This spirit of sacrifice infected everyone in the third ward. Regardless of whether they had medical, biological, or chemical knowledge, they helped as much as they could.
Those who have knowledge will step forward to assist in the experimental operations, while those who don’t have knowledge will use their strength to carry the necessary materials.
They are racing against time, but time is like an old woman, moving forward slowly step by step.
Professor Robert even saw it many times, the nightmare in his childhood, an old woman in a white robe, stretched out her wrinkled hands covered with mud, and opened her arms to him.
Professor Robert used his willpower to reject this terrible phantom again and again. He knew that this was not an old woman, but the god of death beckoning to him.
A will of steel can resist fear, but it cannot resist the decline of physical function.
When the scarlet color stained his face, Professor Robert knew that the time had come.
He put down the work in his hands, walked to the blocked door without saying a word, and knocked hard three times.
The collision of fists with the iron door made a deafening sound.
This is the death knell that Professor Robert sounded for himself.
After he finished doing this, he turned around and waved to the people who were shedding tears.
"What a pity, I don't even know your names."
Professor Robb whispered hoarsely.
Then he turned around and walked into a room.
The room contained some items he had asked the head nurse and the supporting staff to place in it.
A chopping axe as long as an adult's arm, a glowing magic ball, a can of colorless and transparent formalin solution, a box of matches, and a barrel of gasoline.
There were no other objects in the simple little room, as the things that were originally placed inside had been cleared out in advance.
The five things lay quietly on the cold floor. Then Professor Robert took a deep breath and poured out the gasoline to form a circle.
Next, Professor Robert soaked his left hand in formalin.
"Oh, it's swollen like a pig's trotter."
Professor Robert laughed at himself.
He held the axe tightly in his right hand and chopped it towards his left hand once, twice, and three times.
The axe is not sharp and cannot cut through solid bones in one stroke.
Pale bone fragments were exposed from the wound, and Professor Robert was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
He did not utter a useless cry, but cursed loudly,
"Damn it! I don't accept it!"
A series of swear words came out of Professor Robert's mouth, and the people outside the door were a little stunned.
Only the head nurse knew why Professor Robert did this.
When people are enduring pain, compared to cursing loudly, the latter can help them endure more pain and last longer.
The sound of chopping meat came from the room, accompanied by shouting and cursing, and a jar full of formaldehyde was thrown out to Professor Robert.
Inside was obviously his chopped-off hand.
The bright red blood in the jar mixed with formalin looked turbid, but the outside of the jar was wiped clean by Professor Robert using the disinfectant alcohol cotton swab beside him.
Professor Robert closed the door and lit a match.
"Fuck you Hastauruk!"
A muffled sound was heard amid the raging flames.
Everyone outside the door knew that this was the last message Professor Robert left for everyone.
Flames can suppress the explosion of the physical body and reduce the scope of spread.
Professor Robert's severed left hand became a new experimental sample.
The only good news is that the experiment can continue to run.
But the bad news kept coming.
Scarlet spots have appeared on the bodies of the people participating in the experiment.
This war without flames or guns is still going on.
——
"Bang! Tie! Bang!"
The knocking sound of the iron door spread from the third ward to the central area. Jack, who was looking through the documents, raised his head bitterly.
He looked at the door, lit a cigarette and put it on the ground.
"Have a safe trip, brother."
No one would blame Jack for his behavior because they all knew what these three sounds meant.
This was the signal sent by the first victim to everyone.
Everyone spontaneously stopped all conversations and discussions and observed three seconds of silence.
Then Jack turned around and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"Professor Robert, time of death: 3:38 pm."
This death announcement outside the door made many people sigh, but Jack cursed loudly,
"Fuck, why are you sighing! This is very important information!
From the initial infection to the end of the third stage, Professor Robert persisted for half an hour!
So, we still have time!
The patient in the third ward can still be saved! "
Yes, Professor Robert's fire of life was extinguished, but he brought the fire of hope.
A detailed experimental report was sent via delayed delivery to Jack's ID card.
Professor Robert's speculation about the toxicity of leeches has been proven correct by many experiments. What we need to do now is to learn how to develop antibodies or serum!
Jack immediately transmitted the relevant information and informed everyone of the latest situation, but Columbia, who had the closest relationship with Professor Robert, stood there motionless.
Columbia still remembered the conversations he had with Professor Robert and Jobtran on the Cyclopes, the strange delicacies they had eaten together in Iceland, and the experiences they had together in the town of Arkham.
The memories came back all at once, along with a profound feeling of emptiness.
Sif's death did not happen in front of me. I did feel sad when I heard about it, but not as strongly as I feel now.
Columbia suddenly felt a little annoyed. He squatted down, held his head with both hands, and cried bitterly.
Seeing this, Jack did not get angry, but handed Columbia a cigarette.
"Come and have a smoke with me, and then we'll get back to work.
Don't let his last effort go to waste, there are other lives waiting for us to save."
Columbia took it woodenly, the pungent smoke lingering in his throat.
"Do you think Professor Robert regrets it?"
“I don’t know, I just know that we don’t have time to regret.
This is Rob's own realization."
"...What about your awareness?"
"Since I put down the knife, my consciousness has been to save lives."
"good."
——
"Ahem, young gentlemen and ladies, please look at me."
After Merlin left to set up the magic ball, Arthur took the opportunity to stand up.
This was an opportunity he created himself, so he naturally knew how to seize it.
"Since ancient times, the law of the jungle has been an unspoken law of nature. I believe everyone knows this."
Arthur acted as if he was boasting, but Joet Brown was very dissatisfied and immediately interrupted Arthur's speech.
"If you have something to say, just say it now, don't be so fancy."
“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Jobtran.
I know you want to kill me, but now is not the time.
Listen to me and think carefully about what you should do. "
Arthur smiled sinisterly, and the contestants began to whisper among themselves.
That ferocious expression was something they had never seen before.
"The game will definitely not continue now. I don't think you know what's going on outside."
After Arthur finished speaking, he unbuttoned the buttons of his coat one by one.
"Look at these beautiful and touching little things."
He opened his coat with both hands, revealing all the test tubes inserted into the coat lining.
"I only used one tube, and there was chaos outside, and I still have three tubes here.
Do you understand what is going on?"
Arthur grinned confidently, but everyone saw his hypocrisy.
“Who knows what’s in that tube of yours
Don’t bluff! "
"Oh, since you don't believe me, I'll let you try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur came to the contestant who had just spoken at an astonishing speed. He pinched the contestant's chin with his hand and poured all the transparent liquid in the tube into the contestant's mouth.
After doing all this, Arthur took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands in disgust.
"Okay, now we wait for death to come."
In just a few tens of seconds, the man became a human bomb.
"Now, are you willing to listen to me?"
Arthur raised a smile that showed he was in control of everything and looked at the crowd around him with frightened faces.
"Madeline, do you see what it is?"
Demir, who had quietly approached Madeline, asked softly.
“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not the product of pure scientific research.
There is a very evil force in it. It is still unknown whether it is contagious or not, but I think it is likely to be something with a high risk of transmission.”
Madeline replied coldly, taking out a small pink pill from her white coat and swallowing it.
"I didn't expect that the medicine I brought with me for defense would be used today."
"What is that? Is there any more? It looks delicious."
Demir was as greedy as ever.
“Sigh of the Viper, a special medicine I developed myself, effective only for me.
Within five hours my immune system will fight off any malicious toxins from outside, but within five hours I will become weak and even pass out.
If it's bacterial or viral, there's nothing I can do.
Besides, there is only one.”
"Uh, okay, okay, I don't understand anyway."
Demière pulled Madeline;
"Come with me, there's something wrong with Arthur."
Then he pulled Madeline behind Joet Brown.
"Madeline."
Jobtran nodded to Madeleine.
"I have something to ask of you."
"Huh? I don't know you."
“Is glory important to you?”
"It doesn't matter. I just want the credits and the books in the principal's treasury."
"Then I ask you to leave."
"Why?"
"Save people."
“…I won’t do it.”
"I will kill Arthur, and I will be the champion then. I will give you all the rewards, including my current 2.3 million credits."
"Deal, what's your name?"
"Jobtron G. Rossat, I will transfer half of the credits to you first, and we can talk about the rest after the competition."
"good."
After receiving the credits, Madeline crushed her ID card and left, while Joet Brown felt relieved.
"Demir, Bas, if you want to leave, there's still time."
"I don't care. I'll stay and fight first."
"I want to fight for glory."
"Okay, let's get ready to fight."
"Um?"
"Um?"
Bass and DeMille did not expect that Joet Brown would be so decisive.
As soon as he finished speaking, Joet Brown drew the double guns from his waist and fired straight at Arthur.
"Hey, what are you in such a hurry for?"
Arthur dodged Joet Brown's attack and laughed.
"It's not a good habit to rush to your death, Joe Butran."
"Students, get started, that wasn't a one-time potion, its effect is still spreading!
Only by killing Arthur can you get out alive!"
Joet Brown shouted immediately, awakening all the bystanders.
Just as the crowd was about to get out of control, Arthur did something shocking.
With a grab of his hand, he gathered together the student union members who had stood still as ordered.
Their eyes were full of confusion, but they immediately understood what was happening.
"Shall we bathe in blood and dance together
Joe Butron~"
The pressure of being unable to break free enveloped all the members of the Student Union, and the one who controlled all of this was Arthur, the president they had trusted for a long time.
Pressure squeezed their bodies from all directions, and their limbs began to deform. Amid screams and curses, the blood in their bodies fell like raindrops.
The dead limbs condensed into a ball of flesh and fell to the ground with a bang.
Arthur, bathed in blood, made an expression of enjoyment.
"Oh, the withering of life, the most beautiful thing in the world is nothing more than this."
The sudden blood rain frightened the contestants who were about to attack Arthur. Even their companions who had been with them day and night could be killed with such an absurd reason, let alone themselves who rushed forward with hostility
Fear spread silently, and many people collapsed on the ground, laughing and crying like mentally ill people.
Their fragile nerves collapsed, but that didn't mean they could survive.
Arthur drew out the two swords at his waist, one was the sword he had worn since childhood, and the other was the symbol of the king's inheritance - the Sword in the Lake.