"Strange, why does it seem like there is a sound?"

Jim stood in front of the hospital bed with a stethoscope, exploring the patient's head.

Although he is myopia, he has good hearing, but it is difficult to match many professional musicians. There is indeed a strange sound in the patient's head, a serene movement, and he is very sure.

He held the round frame eyes and moved the patient's head back and forth with a stethoscope in his hand. It happened that the patient was still bald, just like his predecessor, Professor Goodwinze, gave him great convenience.

The sound suddenly reappeared!

The sound was as if something was crawling in the patient's skull, with a slight amplitude, but it could not be hidden from Jim's ears. His breathing suddenly became rapid. Intracranial parasites were not such a rare disease, but even if he had excellent hearing, he could hear it directly with a stethoscope... What a huge bug, or how many?

"There is really a sound... an accidental phenomenon? Or the cause of the disease? Individual patients, or the culprit of this hibernation? I really need a nuclear magnetic resonance device. Damn funds, why not transport one here!?"

Jim is an expert with two doctoral certificates. When he encountered such a discovery, he naturally became fully focused. He squatted at the front of the hospital bed, his round body spreading his legs funnyly, sticking his big butt, and pressing the stethoscope on the patient's head. Can he hear the sound just now?

"Jim!"

Professor Goodwinze suddenly broke in: "Damn it, is your walker out of power? I asked you to come to Clinic No. 3 as soon as possible, and there is a new discovery!"

"Hey, Goodwinze!" Jim took off his stethoscope in a furious state: "I just had a new one here too... do you think new discoveries? What new discoveries?"

"A policeman came to take him... In short, come with me quickly." Goodwinzer's voice was low, and he walked forward three steps in two steps, grabbed Jim's arm and pulled him out of the house: "Let's talk about your discovery here, come with me first."

"but……"

Although Jim is not light in weight, Goodwinze is tall and big, but it is easy to pull it up. In just a moment, Jim's voice appeared in the house.

The workroom suddenly calmed down. In the crowded but not chaotic room, the unconscious patient was lying calmly on the stretcher bed, with cabinets, tables, chairs and medical equipment everywhere. The CDC was very well-behaved. Even the temporary rescue center was built, the functional partition work and hardware equipment of the room were extremely perfect.

With a huh, the zipper lock of the plastic soft door was pulled open.

Solan was skillful in infiltration and walked into the room without any sound, and did not forget to look back and lock the zipper tightly.

The zombie who was about to be transformed was lying on the hospital bed, expressionless and seemed to be asleep. Her face was almost bloodless. When she reached out to touch her, the temperature was really much lower than the average level of humans. Just looking at the progress in front of her eyes, it was only a matter of time before her body became rigid.

"Actually, you should call it... zombies, and the meaning of English is still a bit lacking." Solan murmured a Chinese word and looked at the zipper door opposite. The transparent plastic soft window has good light transmission. In a very large and spacious area, hundreds of beds are neatly arranged, and more than a dozen medical staff are constantly checking everyone's situation, and are very busy.

No one will come in for the time being, and there is plenty of time, Solan began to think about the corpse in front of him.

The man is dead, but has not become a zombie yet, which may be related to the caster's active suspension - if he really has this ability. Solan's understanding of this group of extremely rare puppet makers is extremely limited, and I believe that the same is true for other zombies.

Thinking about the zombie that was sent into the morgue a few days ago as a serial killer, Shirley also believed that he had albinism and the death time of his entire body was only about eight or nine hours. That is to say, if the caster transformed at full speed, he could produce a primary puppet zombie in up to eight hours, which is a terrible efficiency.

Mai had already dissected it, and Solan was also on the scene at that time, and no obvious clue was found. The zombie looked like an ordinary corpse, and the transformation methods of the caster were still a mystery.

After all, it is only possible to solve everything by grasping the murderer behind the scenes. Before that, of course, we must do our best to prevent him from creating his subordinates. Knowing that the transformation methods can help prevent the birth of a new zombie, it ultimately starts from the two aspects of transmission method and conversion speed.

Solan is not an expert in this field, Mai is. Since there are a large group of research materials delivered to you, there is no reason to completely eliminate all traces.

"Hmph... You guy is lucky, I will kill you later."

With a gentle sneer, Solan slowly walked to the other zipper door of the room, and when he went out, he saw the wide "public morgue". Fortunately, the medical staff thought they were taking care of the patients and their temperature dropped only because of unknown diseases. However, they were all dead!

He gently unzipped the zipper, and at the same time, his fingers gently stroked the fabric of the soft door. This was just an ordinary plastic material, not a fireproof material with complex craftsmanship. Perhaps it could withstand the invasion of some Mars, but if it was a raging fire, even if the roof was equipped with a fire-extinguishing and sprinkler irrigation system, it would be absolutely meaningless!

With his left hand, Solan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

First, there was a golden star, and then it grew bigger little by little. In the heart of Solan's right palm, the energy ball began to slowly gather, and with extremely strong vitality, it made high-frequency fluctuations in quantum state-level.

A wisp of flame began to slowly emerge and grew at a slow but visible speed. At the corresponding price, Solan's face became increasingly ugly.

Gradually, in just seven or eight seconds, the flame grew into a small wooden fireball, and Solan's face became increasingly bloody.

"I'm really losing a lot tonight... I would have brought it a can of liquid oxygen and put on a pistol, damn..."

When the fireball gradually grew to the size of a baseball, Solan's throat made the first tremor. His eyes had turned into scarlet, and his terrifying golden vertical pupils stood emotionlessly in the center of his eyes. His pale skin on his face highlighted countless hideous veins, and two sharp fangs grinned at the corner of his mouth!

"Go!"

Finally, a golden fireball that expanded to the size of a basketball hit the center of the medical area outside the door with turbulent air waves!

"……withdraw!"

At the same time, as soon as the fireball was thrown out, Solan shook his hand and grabbed the body on the hospital bed, and rushed out of this closed space at a speed that was difficult for human eyes to distinguish!

In an instant, the endless high pressure inside the fireball was out of control. Without waiting for any medical staff to react, a small sun burst out indoors!

For a moment, the ground trembled and golden flames filled the surrounding space. Whether it was a temporary soft wall or an iron stretcher bed, whether it was a coma patient as the target or an innocent medical staff, all inorganic substances and organisms were engulfed in it by an inflated fireball!

As soon as Solan rushed into the empty grass, he felt a strong pressure coming from behind him. He was exhausted too much and he was unable to do anything to run wildly. He took a deep breath, grabbed the zombie in his right arm, and glared forward with scarlet eyes.

Arya was there, just on the edge of that remote woodland, about three hundred feet away...

"Girl, catch it!"

The next second after throwing the zombie, the surging pressure surged. After only a few days, Solan felt again, what is the feeling of flying!

"This time...it's because I'm bored anymore, it can't catch up with the girl's punch..."

Sure enough, the impact of the flame shell after the explosion was limited, so Solan did not fly out fifty yards before landing. After being bombarded for only seventeen or eighteen feet, he came a standard dog gnawing mud on the green grass.

"……Depend on!"

After landing, he quickly turned over and looked back. The flames had swallowed most of the rescue camp, and the heat wave that soared into the sky had not yet fallen. It was a pity to hurt the innocent, but if all these dangerous guys could be eliminated in one breath, it would be worth it overall.
Chapter completed!