Plague Doctor

As soon as Gu Jun returned to Dongzhou University campus to get out of the car, looked at the car and drove a long way. After not finding anyone to follow him, he immediately went to the Experimental Animal Research Center and went straight to the bare mouse room.

He has repeatedly thought that brain stem tumors cannot be concealed, and it is better to speak voluntarily. Tumors do not necessarily last long, even in the late stages. There are very few cases where he can live another two or three years. Now the country is in dire need of manpower. His condition is so stable that the department has a good chance of continuing to recruit him.

Besides, is his illness a mysterious world, put in front of Isolated Banyan disease, Fae, etc., a fate that can't be helped?

Besides... doing such a dangerous job, even if there is no terminal illness, the department can guarantee that everyone will live two or three more years in the future?

Gu Jun doesn't think so. If there is a labor contract, there must be a clause in the contract regarding the voluntary nature of Party B.

So brain stem tumors don't have to be hidden, but alien drug experiments can't be known for the time being, he can't explain, the nude rats can't stay.

Gu Jun went to the buffer room of the bare rat room, did ultraviolet sterilization, then changed into the full body protective clothing, went to the rat cage in the back room and took his own cage of bare rats to the anterior laboratory bench. The tumor size of the drugged adult bare rat continued unchanged, and the drugged adult bare rat was dying.

And he looked at all 15 naked rats, and he said to them, “Thank you, rat friends, for your contribution to medicine. ”

Catch the dying sick mouse, Gu Jun's left hand thumb, pointing down to hold its head, the other hand grabbed its tail root, pulled back hard, click!

The naked rat's spinal cord and cerebromedulla were severed and died painlessly. This is decapitation.

Click, one, click, two, click, three...

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. They were placed on the experimental bench in a seven-point, eight-point fashion, without a trace of subsistence.

“Thank you very much.” Gu Jun packed them all in a yellow medical garbage bag, then took the alien medicine powder stored here and walked out of the bare mouse room with the bag and left the research center.

On the way back to the dorm, Gu Jun called Brother Zhang Lin. Brother Zhang did not participate in this competition, but Professor Qin said that the competition will not be held only this time, Brother Zhang Lin should also participate in the future, even join the department. The phone's on, "Hello, brother. ”

“Joon, what can I do for you? ”

They haven't heard from each other for a while. Zhang Lin has been busy with his postgraduate experiments all day. Gu Jun invited him out several times for dinner.

“My experiment is over.” Gu Junchang sighed, really sighed.

“Oh, how'd it go?” Zhang Lin's tone is obviously pretending to be interested. What old Chinese medicine, veteran military doctors, old biases, ancestral formulas, these are the synonyms for cheating money, “too busy, I haven't had time to see how you're doing. ”

“I know," said Gu Jun. “They're all dead. ”

“So soon? Looks like your medicine is poisonous.” Zhang Lin was not surprised, some of them sighed without good breath, "Ah-jun, I just said one more word. TCM has a good TCM, but it is definitely not Shentong vast and Bao Zhi Bai sick. The reputation of traditional Chinese medicine doctors stinks of those so-called old Chinese doctors. Don't believe me next time. ”

“Brother, you have a point. TCM also needs to be modernized, and Western medicine is still doing body fluids, right? ”

The two of them went to talk about TCM and didn't mention the drug experiment.

By the time Gu Jun returned to the dorm bedroom, the conversation with Brother Zhang Lin had ended.

The first time Gu Jun entered the door, he poured into Cai Zixuan's rice cooker, filled the pot with water, then poured a whole bag of 15 naked mouse bodies into it, then poured in all sorts of messy seasoning, and boiled them in a pot. This, of course, is not for soup, but to destroy their ingredients, or to destroy the remains.

“Hoo-hoo.” Gu Jun rubbed his forehead and continued his next job, Lee Laurie's phone.

Because of the background of the three people, whether or not the state department is chasing this phone, Gu Jun intends to hand it over voluntarily and confess to the fact that he went to Longkan deep diving and the bottom of the sea, which cannot be hidden.

It's not about this phone, it's about that last video.

If the state department saw him mumble in an alien language, would they lock him up? Drag it to the brain section?

For your own safety, this phone must be handled.

Gu Jun put an old SD card on this phone, turn it on, send the video and Lee Laurie's contacts and other information to the SD card, then remove the card. He deletes the video, formats the phone, and downloads a bunch of types of movies that he never watches, fills the memory, reformats, re-downloads, re-formats...

After doing this several times, it's hard to recover the data.

And… if the storage chip is not physically damaged.

Gu Jun disassembled this phone, took a hammer and slammed it into the motherboard. He had to slap it evenly and messily, not only destroy the storage chip, but also smash the rest of the place, so that it would appear to have smashed in the impact at the time.

As he snapped, he thought about his birth. “Whatever organization Lyson Company is and what role parents play in it, the state will always have an attitude when it finds out, attitude is nothing more than a few...”

The parents' camp is good, or actually bad, but outsiders mistakenly think it's good, and the state continues to recruit him.

The parents' camp is bad, or actually good, but outsiders mistakenly think it's bad, and the state continues to recruit him.

Mom and Dad's camp is bad, the state thinks he has bad ingredients, refrigerated, abandoned, even arrested him to lock him up... for investigation, for taking hostages?

Remember, two thirds of the opportunities to continue to be hired seem confessional? But if the worst happens: confession, leniency, sitting on the back... he can't afford it.

After Gu Jun smashed one part of the phone's motherboard, especially the storage chip broke apart, he reinstalled the phone and hit it hard on the ground several times. The phone was all smashed into a bit of deformation. He pressed the boot again, and there was no response.

“Ahhh.” Gu Jun threw down this stupid phone, so he sat down at the desk. The SD card in his hand was all here. Put it away.

The rice cooker over there was crackling and full of soup. Although he felt a little disgusted knowing the truth, he said, "It smells good. ”

120 bucks for a naked mouse, and the soup is worth at least 1,800 bucks.

Gu Jun withstood the urge to sniff his nose. He opened the system panel in his head and looked.

[Tailang hand

Rarity:

Repairable Level: Triple

Current Level: Second Duty (100030000 Proficiency)]

“Completing a difficult task only increases proficiency by 1,000, but also at the beginning of the second phase, the harder it becomes to go back, which is counted as doing a hundred difficult tasks before it reaches the third level. I don't know how the Abyss mission will go up...”

Gu Jun closed the competency list, opened the task list, and clicked "Claim Task Reward”. After a while, the strange feeling in his mind came back, as if some light had poured in, and as the light condensed, the light of the three-page diary of diagnostic work was hovering over the sea of knowledge.

He opens the page on the far left with his head, and it's made of parchment, and it's filled with dense, numb aliens, about thirty lines a page. And so is the page in the middle, on the far right.

“What does all this mean?” Gu Jun looked a little anxious, and could not even tell whether the three-page diary was continuous or scattered.

But he could still see something, "The handwriting is different.” The handwriting of the three-page diary is consistent, but unlike the handwriting of the residual map, it does not appear to be rushed, but rather well done. In some places the ink is shallow and should be written slowly in a unique environment that is not dangerous.

“Wait… some words I can understand. ”

Gu Jun frowned. He now understands a little alien text. There are several concepts that have been deciphered from the map of disability: bones, muscles, chest, nerves.

Two more sentences, all because of illusions, are engraved in his mind, and he knows implicitly what it means: “Dark fruits grow from ancient abyss, and worms of death will last with the heavens and the earth." “Are they better than us? ”

Some of these alien concepts appeared in the three-page diary. In close contrast, Gu Jun soon discovered that in one line of alien text at the end of the third page diary, they were most intensively used by the author, and he could see the meaning intermittently.

Gu Jun muttered softly.