Late at night, the 51 Survivor Base had turned off the lights and entered a dormant state.
The corridor in Area 3 is deep and narrow. In order to save space, the dormitory and dormitory are very close to each dormitory. There are eight beds in each dormitory, which houses survivors who have gathered here one after another since the establishment of the base.
Everything is quiet. In this world, the night no longer belongs to humans.
When everyone should be asleep, the voice-controlled sensor light in the corridor suddenly illuminated.
A dormitory door was pushed open, the woman was disheveled and wearing the white striped system distributed by the base, she walked out staggeringly. Her legs seemed a little uncomfortable, and she had to sprain every step. Her bare feet were pressed against the cold metal ground, step by step, leaving footprints with water marks.
The surveillance camera in the corridor flashed with red dots, and the woman seemed to look up at the surveillance camera. Her black hair covered her face and even more covered her expression.
She then turned around and walked deep into the corridor.
There is a bathroom for men and women on the innermost side of the corridor. If a woman is going out to go to the toilet, it is not a big deal.
But the quiet surveillance still locked the woman, watching the woman's movements silently until the woman disappeared within the surveillance range.
The voice-controlled lights light up one by one, and then went out one by one.
The woman walked barefoot and almost silently. What made the voice-controlled lights trigger the sensing was her obvious heavy and difficult breathing.
It was like scrubbing glass, and the throat seemed to be blocked by something. The sound of gurgling water mixed in her mouth. Every breath made the woman open her mouth wide, looking like a fish that was about to die of thirst.
She finally walked into the bathroom, without even looking at the signs of men and women. She continued the strange walking frequency and came to the bathroom step by step.
A mirror was embedded above the sink. The woman looked up at the mirror. Her distorted body was shrouded in a ridiculous uniform like a sick uniform, with her hair loose and scattered, hanging in front of her face.
The woman tilted her head, revealing a pair of bulging eyes from between her hair.
She groaned, smiled, reached out and turned on the faucet, reached under the faucet, and received the erosion of the water flow.
A few seconds later, she stretched her head over.
The sink was blocked, the faucet was turned on to the maximum, and the running water filled the sink. The woman's entire head was wet. She made a refreshing and strange guttural sound, waiting for the horizontal surface to rise little by little.
But she couldn't wait.
The woman lowered her head and buried it deeply in the water. The water flowed into her mouth and nose, causing a strong suffocation.
Her body resisted violently and kept twitching, but she was firm and happy to drown in the water, allowing oxygen to leave her.
The lungs begin to burn.
The lungs are about to explode.
The darkness came over and the water splashed. After a while, the woman's body lost its support and slipped down from the sink weakly.
Her abdomen was bulging high, and as the body fell to the ground, there was almost a sound of swaying water in her belly.
The uncontrolled faucet still released water again. Soon, the water overflowed from the sink and flowed to the ground, wetting the woman's clothes.
The woman's raised eyes were wide open and she looked at the ceiling with satisfaction, as if she was willing to drown herself.
The bathroom was covered with water.
In the silence, the water flowed so harshly, and the water vapor was steaming. For some reason, a handprint formed by a water mark appeared on the mirror in front of the sink.
The tiny drops of water drooped, turning into streams of water.
“Here!”
Several running foot sounded outside the bathroom, and then the door was knocked open. Three men rushed in. The clothes on their bodies were different from those of women. They were also white, and the women were loose and comfortable. These three men were wearing trousers of characteristic materials, paired with tactical short boots, and wearing a very simple and convenient jacket on their upper body.
Not only that, they also had a metal filter mask on their lower half of their faces, and a gun bag tied to their thighs, highlighting the outline of a pistol.
The tallest man saw the scene in front of him and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest and said coldly: "The infected body was confirmed to be dead. Judging from the situation at the scene, he was still infected with the water ghost-type resentment virus, drowned himself by drinking water and suffocation. Yes, after we cleaned the scene, we will transport the body to the experimental area."
After hanging up the intercom, the tall man said to the two peers: "Cleaning the scene. This is the third time that has been infected with the water ghost virus this week. It can be basically confirmed that the source of the infection has been mixed into the base. Tomorrow, the commander will arrange for the entire base to undergo physical examination and screening... Oh, it's another big project."
The three people acted, two of them seemed very skillful, and obviously had dealt with such a scene of death more than once.
They wore isolation gloves and carefully carried the woman's body into a new body bag that was prepared, and from beginning to end, it was like touching a bomb that could explode at any time.
Another young man, who was slightly unfamiliar in comparison, simply walked to the sink to turn off the faucet, opened the pool plug, and guided the water accumulated in the pool to flow to the sewer.
The young man in the mirror is not tall, but his body is extremely tall. His hair is too long by boys' standards, and he tied it into a high ponytail behind his head.
A few strands of hair fell down his temples, which was very consistent with the exposed feminine upper half of his face. His eyebrows were slender and his eyes were like stars. It was really a saying that the eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.
I'm afraid no matter who sees him, it will be a pity that such a beautiful appearance has given a man.
The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the sailor marks on the mirror. A trace of interest flashed in his eyes. He asked the other two busy men in a tone of a junior asking for advice from his seniors: "Did this mark be printed by her... or something else left?"
"This... there is no surveillance in the bathroom, and we don't know much about it." The tall man scratched his head. "There are too many resentful viruses, which are unreasonable. Even if there are too many fingerprints out of thin air, it is normal. When I went out to do a task, I encountered a reincarnation virus that could cause the infected person to jump off the building and die and appear on the sixth floor out of thin air."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The young man sighed with some compassion: "This virus is so magical... it is hard to defend against, and it is also very harmful. When will humans come out of the shadow of the end of the resentful spirit..."
"It's too early to think about this. Isn't the base thinking about development now? I know that you have just joined the cleaning team and will definitely have some problems. I just told you that this kind of thing is common for us tonight. You have to get used to it as soon as possible, don't be too scared." The tall man took out his senior's appearance and reminded him, "In short, take good protection. No matter what type of vengeful spirit virus, it's over."
The man talked about some experiences, dispelling the silence in the night a little bit, and in the corner where no one noticed, a very delicately tailored little paper man stuck to the trash can and quietly poked out a paper head.
The paper man's facial features were terrible, and his perfunctory eyes stared at the three people who were dealing with the scene, becoming the fourth pair of eyes peeking in the dark.
Suddenly, the young man who was well-behaved was teaching raised his eyes, as if he had sensed something, and looked straight in the direction of the trash can. The little paper man instantly shrank his head back and did not dare to move.
A smile appeared on the young man's face, and he walked over calmly, pinching the little paper man with a sudden despair expression.
Halfway through the education of a tall man, his junior suddenly left. He wanted to scold the other party more seriously and let the other party listen carefully. These are all the reasons to save lives.
But when I saw the back of my juniors, I didn’t know how serious words could be said, and a few seconds later, even my thoughts of dissatisfaction disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
The tall man scratched his head in confusion, feeling that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. When he saw the junior who came to clean up the team standing next to the trash can, he couldn't help but ask, "...A Ling, what are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!