"The air strike began? What does it mean?"

Ye Zhou glanced around vigilantly, then lowered his voice and asked.

"At 4 o'clock...is the window...hide it...and then run out with the data!"

When he heard the other party say the word "data", it seemed to touch a certain keyword. Ye Zhou suddenly felt an extremely clear memory in his mind, and the originally chaotic sea of ​​strings instantly restored order.

Yes, he and the woman opposite were both lung cancer patients, but the other party did not come here to treat lung cancer, but because she happened to have lung cancer, she came here.

Unlike herself, she has her own purpose.

I had no intersection with her at the beginning, because my life here was extremely monotonous. I just had a physical examination on time, exercise on time, and received a certain dose of targeted drug treatment every day.

Maybe I have seen her several times in the clinic and I remember this fair, tall and standard Europa, but I just remember it.

Ye Zhou is a dying person, and all he cares about is his own lung cancer.

All changes happened on the night of the third month.

At that time, his condition had improved greatly. The shadow of his lungs had shrunk to the size of an egg, and his physical condition continued to improve. According to the treatment center, in two months, he could basically complete the initial treatment goals and move into the remote observation stage.

However, just when he thought everything was about to end, fate made him collide with this woman.

She seemed to have stolen something, and then put the slap on herself.

Since that day, I have gone crazy.

Maybe it can't be called crazy, it can only be said that there is a problem with the mental state.

The information from the outside world seems to be isolated, and one's own memory cannot be extracted due to the chaos of the consciousness system.

From then on, I spent every day in the state of a walking corpse, eating, resting, washing, taking medicine and receiving psychological treatment according to my instinct.

The woman's condition began to become stranger day by day--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He is getting thinner, mentally confused, muscle atrophy, and even blind in one eye.

What she experienced was obviously not less than what Ye Zhou experienced.

She still has the freedom to move--this is what makes Ye Zhou most afraid of.

A person who clearly has some secret but still has freedom is a sign of death.

Including her and myself.

Ye Zhou breathed a long sigh of relief. Now he knew what he was going to do.

No matter what this woman hid in him, it is likely that it would not be a entity, but a certain information.

Then, as long as you can run out and find the woman's superior, the other party will have a way to read out this information.

This is the goal of this plot simulation.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhou grabbed the woman's hand and asked:

"What is an air strike? How do you know there will be an air strike?"

However, the woman opposite did not answer. She just mechanically repeated the few words she had said to Ye Zhou.

"Escape...4 o'clock...Air raid..."

Ye Zhou frowned, and he buried his head deeply in his knees. From the perspective of others, it seemed that this was just two madmen communicating that ordinary people could not understand.

But Ye Zhou knew that this exchange might completely change the fate of everyone in this so-called "treatment center".

Just as Ye Zhou was still trying to pry out more information from the woman's mouth, a soft music suddenly sounded in the entire dome hall. Then, the people who were originally walking in the hall walked towards the place where Ye Zhou might be the ward before him.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of the woman's hand, regained his hunched expression, and followed the person to the direction of the ward.

Along the way, he heard people around him discussing in various languages, most of which he could not understand, but he still caught some information from the fragmented Mao and English.

“……It’s very pitiful…”

“…….The treatment is very successful, but there is a genetic defect….”

“……The doctor is still working hard…”

“…Perhaps targeted gene editing technology will be used…”

“…unethical….”

“………It’s more important to survive…”

Ye Zhou was secretly amused, so his mental state, which clearly had undergone persecution and abuse, had he been washed away into his genetic defect in less than two months?

However, it is no longer meaningful to pursue this detail. It is now ten o'clock in the morning, and there are still six hours left before the "air raid" that the woman calls. Within these six hours, I must find a way out to the outside world.

Otherwise, once the air strike begins, the situation will develop in an uncontrollable direction.

He quietly observed the environment around him, locked the main passage on the side of the dome hall, designed the route, and continued to follow the flow of people to the inside of the ward.

He had not seen the armed guards along the way, but only scattered security personnel stood in every direction with a relaxed expression and monitoring the movements of all the experimental personnel.

After following the positions of all the security personnel, Ye Zhou walked out of the crowd and bypassed the sight of the recent guards, and then accelerated his pace toward the main passage.

When the first security officer discovered him, he had already arrived in front of the main passage.

To his surprise, the door was not locked tightly. Although the main door was not opened, the small door on the side was hidden.

Ye Zhou opened the small door and then subconsciously glanced backward.

The security personnel who had discovered him did not run towards him as loudly as he expected, but instead walked slowly over by calling his name.

All of this is perfect, and they do not show any hostility towards themselves--if they are really an ordinary person with no memory, they will probably not doubt the legitimacy of this "treatment center" when they see this scene.

But the more this happens, the more worries Ye Zhou will be.

Being able to do this means that this base has formed a complete and mature operating system. It is probably much more difficult than he imagined to break through the numerous blockades and reach the outside world.

He ignored the security personnel coming, but pushed open the small door and walked into the main passage.

The main passage is brightly lit, and there are LED lights with a very technological sense of LED on the wall. After walking for a while, the light behind him will automatically turn off under the control of the induction switch, and then lit up by the guards chasing behind him.

Ye Zhou and the guard, one in front and the other behind, were each illuminating their own light, walking forward constantly through the long darkness.

"Ye, where are you going? Listen to me, come back soon, there is no way ahead!"

"Ye, do you want to go home? You can go home, but not on this road!"

"Ye, come on, today's treatment is about to begin."

Ye Zhou ignored him and was still walking while observing the surrounding environment. The security personnel behind him finally accelerated, and the distance between the two became shorter and shorter.

Finally, two lights were connected into one.

"Ye, don't go forward any longer, go back. If you need it, we can contact your family and I promise you can go home immediately."

Ye Zhou turned his head and looked at the security staff with a dull look, but his heartbeat speed had increased to the limit at this time.

After the Sea of ​​Strings restored order, he finally had the ability to fully control his body.

The security personnel wanted to reach out to support Ye Zhou's shoulder, but at this moment, Ye Zhou suddenly raised his right hand that had been prepared long ago.

This time, he did not hesitate at all.

A small piece of sharp branches that had been broken off from the plants in the hall were inserted straight into the security's throat.

The other party looked at him with an incredible expression, but he did not respond. Instead, he simply quickly put down the security guard and then took off the staff's exclusive pass from him.

Under the armpits of the security officer, he got a scorpion-type assault pistol.

Enough to explain the problem.

What kind of medical center needs to be protected by such a weapon?

Ye Zhou put the extra magazine into his pocket and continued to walk towards the outside of the main passage. However, the moment he turned around, all the lights around him suddenly went out!
Chapter completed!