webnovelvip Chapter 76 The Dawn of the Living Dead and the Rice Hurdles in the Parking Lot
Chapter 76 The Dawn of the Living Dead and the Rice Hurdles in the Parking Lot
Half of the motion-sensor lights in the underground parking lot were broken, and the remaining few flickered on and off, their buzzing electrical sounds echoing in the empty concrete space.
The air was filled with the smell of stale engine oil and musty odor coming from the sewer.
Wang Minyu stopped and stuffed the one million yuan check, which he hadn't even warmed yet, into his underwear pocket—the place he felt was the safest.
"Guan Shan, put the scissors away and switch to the riot control fork." Wang Minyu stared at the dusty bread truck in Block B. "The scissors might damage the samples, and Su Qing will be upset."
Su Qing pushed up her frameless glasses, carrying a portable cooler in her hand, her tone as calm as if she were discussing what to have for dinner: "If it's a fresh corpse, I don't mind. But if it's some kind of highly pathogenic carrier, I suggest cremation."
Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind the bread truck.
Extremely fast.
Before Li Siyuan could even scream, the dark figure had already crossed the hoods of three cars and was heading straight for Wang Minyu's face.
"Holy crap! Usain Bolt?" Zhao Na was so shocked that she dropped her notebook.
That's not what a sprint champion is.
In the dim light, everyone could see the thing's true form—a man in a tattered suit, his face a strange bluish-purple, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets, white foam at the corners of his mouth, and a "hoho" sound coming from his throat like that of a wild beast.
The most terrifying thing is that his limbs are twisted in a reverse joint position, yet he still maintains astonishing explosive power.
The system panel flashed red alerts frantically in Wang Minyu's eyes:
[WARNING! Target's body temperature 24 degrees Celsius, heart rate 320 bpm, pain receptors completely blocked. High concentration of 'Berserk Agent' (codename S-01) detected in the body.]
"Guan Shan! Stop him! Don't let him bite anyone!"
Without saying a word, Guan Shan suddenly thrust out the riot fork he had originally used to fork hay.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud. The steel fork head precisely locked onto the man's neck, and the enormous impact sent him flying backward, crashing heavily into a concrete pillar.
But this is not the end.
The man seemed oblivious to the pain of his broken spine. The moment he landed, he sprang up on all fours like a spider, ignoring the bruises on his neck, and charged forward again.
"Physical attacks are ineffective?" Guan Shan was stunned for a moment; this was beyond his comprehension.
"It's not that it's ineffective, it's that the brakes in his brain are broken." Wang Minyu took out a handful of silver needles from his pocket. "Su Qing, seal off the exit of Area B. Li Siyuan, go to the car and get that can of expired medical alcohol."
The man lunged again, but this time Guan Shan didn't use the fork. Instead, he grabbed the man's ankle with his large, fan-like hand and slammed him to the ground like a sledgehammer.
Several cracks appeared in the cement floor.
The man finally stopped moving—or rather, because his bones were shattered and he was temporarily unable to move.
But he was still convulsing violently, his teeth biting his lips raw, and black blood was flowing down his chin.
Wang Minyu strode forward and, without hesitation, pierced the man's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head with a three-inch-long silver needle, followed by Renzhong and Fengfu acupoints.
Each needle was imbued with internal force, and the tip of the needle trembled violently.
"What...what disease is this?" Li Siyuan ran over carrying a can of alcohol, his legs still trembling. "Rabies?"
"More troublesome than rabies." Wang Minyu squatted down and pried open the man's eyelids.
His pupils had dilated to the edges, and his retina was filled with ruptured capillaries. "He was used as a guinea pig. Someone injected him with a neurotoxin that caused unlimited adrenaline secretion, forcibly draining all his life force."
He rummaged in the man's suit pocket for a while and pulled out an envelope soaked in blood.
The envelope had only one black letter on it: S.
"S?" Su Qing leaned closer, picking up the envelope with tweezers. "Is this the person who sent you the text message?"
"Looks like this is a gift for me." Wang Minyu sneered and tore open the envelope.
There was no letter inside, only a photograph.
The photo shows the entrance of Renxin Pharmacy. The angle of the photo is very tricky, as if it was taken from a sewer or some hidden gap.
A line of scribbles was written on the back of the photo:
This is just the first one. Have fun!
"Screw you." Wang Minyu crumpled the photo into a ball and shoved it into the man's mouth. "Trying to play games with me by risking someone's life? Don't you know whose territory this is?"
At this moment, the man on the ground suddenly convulsed violently, as if countless insects were wriggling under his skin, and his body temperature began to rise rapidly.
"Oh no! Metabolic runaway!" Wang Minyu's expression changed drastically. "He's going to boil himself alive! Quick! Alcohol!"
Li Siyuan unscrewed the cap and poured the entire barrel of medical alcohol over his head.
"Guan Shan, strip him naked! Use physical methods to cool him down!"
"Here?" Guan Shan glanced at the surrounding cameras.
"He's about to die, why would he care about running naked?" Wang Minyu roared. "Su Qing, cut open his femoral vein and bleed him! We have to get that damn toxin out, otherwise he'll immediately turn into a pile of rotten flesh due to multiple organ failure!"
An extremely bloody and hardcore scene unfolded in the underground parking lot.
Guan Shan violently tore the tattered suit to shreds, and Su Qing, without any anesthesia, precisely cut open the blood vessels at the base of her thigh with a scalpel.
Dark purple blood gushed out, carrying a burnt chemical smell.
Wang Minyu's hands moved like lightning as he frantically applied needles to several vital acupoints on the man's chest, forcibly using the "pulse-severing technique" to lock up his last breath.
Ten minutes later.
The man's convulsions stopped, and his body temperature returned to normal. Although his breathing was as weak as a whisper, he was at least not dead.
"Take it back." Wang Minyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the mess on the ground. "This is a rare 'specimen.' Since S delivered it to my door, how can I not collect some interest?"
"Master, how should we classify this person?" Zhao Na pointed at the naked man, "Is he considered a patient or...?"
"Consider it 'fertilizer'." Wang Minyu kicked away the empty alcohol barrel, his eyes cold. "Those few 'bone-setting herbs' in the backyard have been malnourished lately and need some special stimulation."
He turned to look at the parking lot's security camera and made a throat-slitting gesture at the camera.
"Li Siyuan, clean the floor thoroughly. Don't let the cleaning lady see it, or she'll deduct money from my compensation for emotional distress."
……
It was already 2 a.m. when I got back to Renxin Pharmacy.
The old street was as quiet as a graveyard, with only the pharmacy's signboard still flashing an eerie green light.
Old Wu was still awake, dozing off while tending to the automatic decoction machine.
Seeing Guan Shan carry in a naked man covered in blood, the old man merely raised an eyelid and calmly pointed to the backyard: "The pit's dug. Should we bury it deep or shallow?"
"Don't bury him yet, he's still breathing." Wang Minyu took off his coat and threw it on the counter. "Old Wu, go get that jar of aged snake wine. This person has too much internal heat; we need to use strong medicine to suppress it."
"That's what I'm saving for when I get married," Old Wu muttered, but still turned and went to the basement.
Wang Minyu sat at the consultation table and laid out the blood-stained photo.
S.
Beijing.
Human experimentation.
These keywords, strung together, gave him a whiff of conspiracy that was even more foul than a sewer.
"Master," Li Siyuan leaned closer, holding his phone, "The internet is in an uproar. The video of you making that 'monster' drink feces at the competition has over 100 million views. Now the whole internet is calling you the 'Smelly Miracle Doctor.'"
"Let them call." Wang Minyu pulled a bag of damp biscuits from the drawer, took a bite, and said, "Reputation is like underwear; it's important, but you can't show it off to everyone."
"But..." Li Siyuan hesitated for a moment, "a few influential bloggers are stirring up trouble, saying you're a witch doctor and demanding the health department conduct a thorough investigation. Also, Qian Dafa just sent me a WeChat message saying that the transfer procedures for that medical land have been stalled."
"Stuck?" Wang Minyu stopped chewing his cookie. "Who did this?"
"I heard that... someone from above put in a good word for us."
Wang Minyu laughed. His laughter sent chills down Li Siyuan's spine.
"Fine. Since you don't want me to farm properly, then don't blame me for turning this land upside down."
He stood up and walked to the backyard.
Guan Shan was soaking the "living dead" in a huge wooden tub filled with dark medicinal liquid that emitted a pungent smell of Chinese medicine.
Su Qing was recording data in a notebook, her eyes filled with fervor.
"Su Qing, have the test results come back yet?"
"It's out." Su Qing said without looking up. "The blood contains a new type of alkaloid, with a structure very similar to the rabies virus, but it has been artificially edited. This stuff can maximize the depletion of human potential, at the cost of brain death."
"Can it be solved?"
"Conventional methods won't work. But this toxin has a weakness," Su Qing pushed up her glasses, "It's susceptible to acid."
"acid?"
"Yes. In environments with a pH value below 4, this alkaloid will be rapidly deactivated."
Wang Minyu looked at the half-dead man in the wooden tub and suddenly remembered something.
"Guanshan, go and clear out that big vat we use to pickle sauerkraut."
"Huh? The pickled cabbage isn't cooked yet."
"Stop talking nonsense. Just shove this guy in." Wang Minyu flashed a bright smile. "Since he's afraid of sour things, let him have a good taste of our old street's 'Old Altar Pickled Cabbage Therapy'."