Plague Doctor

At 20: 25 p.m. on March 16, the fourth explosion occurred 18 hours and 7 minutes after the third explosion in the mutated area.

The explosion more than doubled the area of the mutated area, which, according to satellite imagery, increased from 30 square kilometres to nearly 70 square kilometres and included 10 kilometres of "isolated circles” around which plants such as trees were cleared.

Whether the isolation circle works or not, the calculation has only started now.

The interval between the third and fourth explosions was 80 per cent slower than previously, from 10 to only 1 times larger.

The momentum in the mutation area slows down, as if the bigger it is, the slower it slows down.

But NASA cannot relax at half the time, because even if it continues at that rate, it can destroy the entire territory within half a month.

Imagine a day ago, the mutation area was only 300 square meters away, and now it's 70 square kilometers, and it's not slow at all, it's crazy.

The entire population and animals in the additional area had already been evacuated, resulting in no casualties.

Despite its low population density, the city still has a resident population of nearly 3 million. Less than two days have passed since the incident took place, and it is serious to consider that the evacuation of the entire city is less than 20 hours away, rather than being completed in an instant.

The work of NASA and the various departments continued to follow the mutated areas, evacuating them in circles. The news has not been broadcast yet, and everything is going quietly, otherwise the people will compete to drive away, causing all sorts of confusion, such as road congestion, which will get out of control.

These tasks are already very difficult, and now the matter of Principal Choi of Northwestern High School is really aggravated.

The evacuation of personnel and the screening of personnel must be accompanied by preparedness for the spread and outbreak of unknown parasitic diseases.

Sky Machinery Bureau's search for more than 300 people, including Captain Li Yuhao and Captain Luo, has not stopped since noon, but there is still no breakthrough in this regard.

The incident seemed to calm down, but that calm was just a prelude to the storm, and everyone knew it couldn't be just that.

Just how much time do we have left for them to figure it out?

The whole country was backing up the desert north, and this afternoon, Wu Shiyu and Zukogiri were among a group of people coming from Dahua City headquarters.

She's a good pregnant woman, she's a special person, and there are things that may require her to be in the desert in order to be able to figure out, at least find a clue. She had to at least touch the poster, which she suspected she had painted and printed herself.

If the world is about to be destroyed, it is the responsibility of the pregnant women to protect their homes, the responsibility of the saltfish, and the responsibility of the pregnant women of the saltfish.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm...” Zukogiri eats chicken legs in a KFC fried chicken barrel, his mouth keeps moving, he can chew one chicken leg in seconds, and then the next, “If the world is going to ruin, I need to eat a few more barrels now. ”

It knows what's going on, it knows perfectly well, so it doesn't want to stay here, and it won't want to run into the mutation zone to smell if there's a fantasy tunnel.

“The range is too large, you said 70 square kilometers, even if I go in, I won't be able to find it for a month...”

“Well, although you're Joe, I'm human, but actually, I can understand you. ”

Wu Shiyu really understood, even hoped that she was Zuguo, and Zuguo Jili was her, so that she could comfortably eat fried chicken, instead of sitting in this lounge at the base of the Asahi North Sky Machinery Bureau, thinking about the poster of her senior year, is beyond comprehension.

Whatever saves the world, forget it, no way, not many chicken legs, disgust.

Be an ancestor? The more she thinks about it, the more she finds it attractive.

Xianjun is a kangaroo, she is an ancestor, drill into his bag, and save walking. This can also be the most adorable height difference?

It's all rats, it should be fine.

Sometimes, Wu Shiyu falls into this state of daydreaming, in which time passes especially fast.

When Joe Geely swept out a full barrel of chicken legs, she suddenly returned to God. As for that poster, like touching it with her own hands in the afternoon, she was sure it was her poster, but she had no idea how it could be there, no illusions.

At this time, however, the more she thinks about Xian Jun, the more she thinks about it, the more she feels something is wrong.

Does that poster smell like him? It's like he touched it too.

“Is that true?” Wu Shiyu wondered if Xiao Mai saw Xianjun in the illusion because of this relationship?

She repeatedly ascertained whether it was salty or reported the idea. But here, on the base and at headquarters, there is just an elusive line, which makes this mystery even more confusing. How did Gu Jun get into contact with this poster?

Some of the confusion is just because a few pieces of the puzzle are missing, perhaps from Gu Jun's perspective. These are clear and not a problem.

The fourth explosion occurred; evacuation continued; and other suspected patients temporarily named “locust disease” were sought.

Wang Ruoxiang, Cai Zixuan and others are still dissecting Principal Choi; Deng Xie Mai, Lu Xianning, Uncle Egg, Peacock and other concentrator teams are investigating everywhere.

In this mess, Wu Shiyu decided to do his old job and paint!

“My watercolors have something to do with it and the posters have something to do with it. Maybe I have something really wrong with these paintings. I want to paint something new and see what happens. ”

Her proposal was agreed to by Headquarters, and the base immediately cooperated by providing her with a quiet, spacious, empty room for the studio to fill with all the paper, brushes, paint, etc. she needed, because Wu Shirai did not really want to draw what he wanted and in what way, so all tools were available.

In the corner of the studio, surveillance cameras were also installed to document the entire process of her painting, as well as staff from various departments standing by outside.

But in the studio, apart from Wu Shiyu, only Zukogiri is left.

“Let's paint the watercolor.” Wu Shiyu stood in front of the painting stand, took a blank cold water color paper and put it on the shelf, "What should I paint? ”

She walked up to tease up brushes, paints and tone boxes, and it's been a long time since she was ready to concentrate on drawing a painting like she is now, but she doesn't know what to draw. So she chose to draw freely from her heart, so she immersed herself in ventilation, let her subconscious paint animation, and then paint whatever she wanted.

Wu Shiyu stretched his lazy waist and moved his muscles, grabbed the brush, tone box, spray vial and other tools, and walked towards the frame and waved it up.

On the other hand, Zukogiri, no matter how much, continued to eat another barrel of fried chicken and only occasionally glanced at the painting paper, which gradually became colourful.