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The man in the white coat asked the question, his hands clasped together, legs crossed, leaning back lazily in his chair.

"I don't know. All the people we sent out have gone missing, and none of them have returned."

Of the five soldiers, the one who answered was a white soldier with a hooked nose.

Why did they go missing?

“I don’t know.” The hook-nosed soldier shook his head, an unnatural expression on his face. “Before they even reached New Bass, their communications were intermittent and very unstable. However, one of the pilots said before he lost contact that it seemed to be snowing around him.”

"Snow?"

The man in the white coat frowned.

It's only June now, and if he remembers correctly, given Ohio's geographical location, it doesn't snow until November.

Are you sure it's snow?

"Uncertain. When the communications officer tried to ask further questions, the pilot lost contact again and could not reconnect."

The soldier with the hooked nose had a somewhat gloomy expression.

They sent a considerable number of ground and air troops, but not only did they fail to reach New Bath, they also failed to obtain any useful information.

All I know is that it snowed in New Bath.

"Due to the principle of confidentiality of research content, the research data on the virus is basically all in the Ditrick Laboratory. I don't understand why the government sent me to take over this mess. Although I have worked for the Ditrick Laboratory in the past, I was in charge of research on anthrax and smallpox, not that damn Martian black magic, and that was all thirty years ago."

"Martian black magic?"

The man with the hooked nose was confused.

"A metaphor, I'm just using a metaphor. However, although the CIA says it's a virus from the Detrick lab, and a strange virus has indeed been found in infected individuals, I still suspect it's Martian black magic. Making the dead stand up again and engage in high-intensity activity, while the mass of their bodies doesn't decrease at all, don't you find that strange? And those spores, those spores that are difficult to observe."

"..."

The soldier with the hooked nose remained silent.

He seemed to be thinking, but in reality, he didn't understand much.

He was simply there to explain the situation to the professor and to ask if the professor knew what the "snow" the pilot was referring to was.

It now seems that this professor, like them, didn't know much either.

The conversation is ongoing.

The people in the room were not worried about being overheard, nor were they worried that anyone could eavesdrop on their secret conversations.

The building they were in had very strict security, with thorough personnel entry and exit checks, virus disinfection, and air purification measures. National Guard personnel and other outsiders were not even allowed to enter the hospital, and no aircraft were allowed to approach the hospital.

In addition to research participants.

The night was deep, dark, and quiet.

Occasionally, the sound of a helicopter would break the silence, but it would quickly return to calm.

On the balcony, Dongyun, sipping cola, watched the helicopters flying away in the sky, lost in thought.

Beside him was Gabriel, leaning against the railing with her head against it, looking at a building in the distance.

Gabriel is using her clairvoyance to search for the conspiracy that Shinonome believes the Americans are plotting.

She has been found.

Through the buildings blocking her view, she could see the hospital further away.

In the hospital, she saw the office where soldiers and "doctors" were located.

At the same time, she used a higher-level clairvoyance spell to allow herself to hear the sounds in the room.

“We can’t give you all the survivors. The National Guard will see through us. They’re not on our side; many of them are locals. Once they know what we’re doing, you’ll definitely be shot.”

“Wow, that’s really scary. Protecting me is your job; I’m only responsible for re-examining what the Detrick Laboratory is researching. You also know that the people you sent out didn’t just disappear; they all died. Otherwise, they would have come back long ago.”

"You all saw the experiment this afternoon. When the concentration of the virus in the air is too high, it will appear as spores. And those spores are hard to observe, and even gas masks cannot protect against them. I don't think what the pilot saw was snow."

"You mean, spores?"

The speaker was another soldier.

Bingo!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

A cold male voice sounded from outside.

“Director Cleveland, Study 12 is ready.”

"Okay, I know."

Professor Cleveland responded.

He stood up, smiled at the officers, and said, "I can do without all the survivors. I know you have to deal with the media, but you have to give me the survivors I need."

“There’s a Korean couple in the statistics, and the woman is pregnant. I need you to bring her to me. Then, I’m looking for a pregnant white woman, but there aren’t any among the survivors. I need you to find me a woman who is at least three months pregnant.”

"Pregnant woman?"

The soldier who had spoken earlier was surprised.

"Yes, pregnant woman, is there a problem?"

"Experiments on pregnant women?"

"Eric!"

The hook-nosed soldier's voice boomed.

“That’s right.” Cleveland smiled. “Alright, I need to leave for a while, at least an hour. You can wait until the experiment is over, or you can come with me to see the experiment. We can talk as we walk.”

"No."

The man with the hooked nose refused.

"That's a pity. Goodbye, everyone."

The Cleveland supervisor stood up, nodded slightly to the officers, and left the office.

After he left, the officer named Eric spoke.

"He's such a bastard."

"So are we."

One of the officers who had been silent spoke up.

"Yes, so are we."

Eric nodded.

They really are bastards to send citizens who trusted the government and the army and had finally been rescued to this hellish laboratory.

"This is a necessary sacrifice."

The hook-nosed soldier said coldly.

"You heard it too, gas masks are useless against those spores. If those gas masks are useless, then the air purifiers in this building won't work either. If the snow in New Bass really is spores, I have a feeling those spores will drift over here."

"Our time may be running out."

Chapter 44 The Third Time

It looks like it's going to rain.

The night wind was a bit chilly.

Dongyun looked up at the sky, only to be met with deep darkness.

He had a PTSD attack.

After hearing what Xiaojia told him, he, like many viewers, developed PTSD.

An experiment is being conducted at the hospital.

To conduct gas experiments with increased virus content, observing survivors immune to the airborne virus and homeless people who were not immune to the airborne virus.

This is the experiment they are currently conducting, and they have conducted other experiments before this.

Injecting the virus into survivors; dissecting infected but not yet mutated survivors; having zombies bite survivors' hands, then cutting off the injured hands; injecting the virus into a pregnant Black woman and then dissecting her to observe the condition of the fetus...

In less than a day, the hospital was transformed into a laboratory, much like the laboratory of Unit 731.

"Aren't they afraid of going to hell?!"

Inside the room, Gabriel's voice, filled with gritted teeth, could be heard.

"If they were afraid, they wouldn't have done such a thing. There are always some people in this world who won't shed a tear until they see the Yellow River, and won't turn back until they hit a wall. They are just such people."

Shinonome turned around and saw Gabriel's angry face in the dim light.

"What do you plan to do? Kill them all?"