Chapter 57 16. State of emergency

On Sunday, my mother and I went to see my brother at the Center of the Living Dead. After these incidents, the atmosphere here is obviously different from before.As soon as we got to the door, the security guard (it was no longer the old man, replaced by two middle-aged men) unexpectedly stopped us from entering.I had no choice but to ask the vice president for help, and took out my cell phone to call him.He said that now is an extraordinary period, and relatives are basically not allowed to visit.However, an exception can still be made for us, but only if he is accompanied by him throughout the journey.

After a while, the vice president personally came to pick us up at the door and led us to walk to Area E. On the way, we saw an amazing scene in front of Area A on the left: Several heavily armed men wearing steel helmets and glass masks, armed with light machine guns, drove a group of living dead with their heads covered by transparent plastic sheets in front of a military truck like cattle, and forced them into the rear. car. The vice president looked a little embarrassed: "Now you know why relatives are not allowed to come in and visit during this period, right? The government's mission is being carried out here."

"Is it dealing with the living dead?" I asked tremblingly. "So these are the living dead who want to attack people?" "Some things, some can be expected to attack people in the future. According to the regulations, all must be dealt with." "How many 'raiders' are there?" I asked. "We are very alert here. After the incident in Venezuela, we immediately took measures to strictly control everyone's contact with any living dead. So it's not bad, there is no time for the living dead to attack people in our center. But We still found some 'assailants' ready to move, all in Area A, there may be dozens, or even hundreds of them."

I looked at the undead being loaded into the car: "Where will these undead be sent?" The vice president paused for a moment: "The crematorium." I gasped. "Will their families come to see them one last time?" Mom asked. "I've seen it before, but I don't need it on the day of the actual execution. It will be cruel." Mom nodded slightly in understanding. "Let's go, let's go see your son." The vice president said, "It's just that the way will be changed." "What change?" "You know, this is a special period. I'm afraid you can't go in and get in touch with your son. You can only see him at the door."

"My son doesn't attack people. He became a living dead because of lung cancer." Mom blushed. "I know, Professor Li, we can only carry out orders, please understand. This is also the regulation above, all the remaining living dead must install iron fences and monitors in the rooms where they live." The vice president paused After a while, "When you enter the room, you can only meet Lawson through the iron fence." My mother exclaimed: "Isn't this equivalent to going to jail? And it's life imprisonment!" "No way, this is to ensure the safety of visitors." The deputy dean seemed regretful, "Actually, I also think such regulations are a bit excessive, but there is nothing we can do."

Mom bit her lower lip and frowned. We walk into the E area.As the deputy dean said, we are a special case, and there is no one else in the corridors of the entire E district except us.We came to Room 502 where my brother lived. Through the glass at the door, my mother and I saw my brother sitting on a chair dully.The tablet computer I bought for him, because no staff dared to enter it to help him charge it, I couldn’t see it for a long time, and my brother looked very disappointed. Seeing my brother's current situation, my mother couldn't help being sad, and tears filled her eyes again.She put her hand on the glass and called out softly, "Lawson..."

My brother's eyes were not looking towards the door.Mom tapped the glass lightly and called out again.My brother heard the noise, raised his head slowly, and saw us at the door.After coming over for a while, he actually stood up and walked towards the door. My mother seemed a little excited: my brother responded to her call, but I was very surprised.Seeing my brother walking to the door and looking at my mother through a piece of glass, I was even more horrified. I quietly pulled the vice president aside and asked, "President Wu, did you reach a conclusion on the subject you said you wanted to study last time?"

"I was just looking for an opportunity to talk to you." The deputy dean said, "The conclusion has come out, which is similar to the views put forward by American scholars-the living dead who suffered from terminal illness before hardly evolve." I thought for a moment, then whispered: "So my brother can't evolve or mutate, but just now my mother called him at the door, and he actually walked over. How is this possible?" The deputy dean seemed a little confused: "Yeah, I don't understand either...Maybe, he didn't recognize you, but just a natural reaction when he saw someone appear."

"Really? Look." I pointed to the door of Room 502. The deputy dean turned around and saw my mother put her hand on the glass and my brother put his hand in the same position, their hands pressed together through the glass.It feels like a tacit communication. The vice president was also very surprised. He shook his head and said, "I really don't know how to explain it." "Would it be possible that the terminally ill living dead have also begun to evolve?" I asked tremblingly. "If this is the case, it would be too bad for you. However, we can't draw such a conclusion yet." The deputy dean scratched his head in confusion, "But among the research subjects we selected before, there is no such thing Case."

"Is my brother the only exception?" I couldn't believe it. I have some conflicts in my heart. I don't want them to pay attention to this issue. If it is what I guess, it means that my brother cannot escape the fate of being destroyed by humanity.However, if this issue is not clarified, wouldn't the remaining living dead become a great hidden danger? After the visit, we walked to the gate of Area E, and a staff member poked his head out from the guard room and said, "Vice President, please ask the visitor to register." We went into the guard's room.The staff took out a register, and my mother took the pen and asked, "How do I register?"

"Just look at what the person in front wrote." The staff member said. We took a quick look at the register.There are very few special visitors, and there are only 20 or 30 visitors registered in this book.The records are very detailed: the name of the visitor; which room was visited; when and when he came; the reason for the visit, etc.It can be seen that the Living Dead Center is very cautious about this. Mom briefly looked at it for a few seconds, picked up a pen and began to fill in.Suddenly, a record on the register caught my eyes: Date of visit: January 13 Visitor Name: Han Buqiang Access Room: Room 502 (Lawson) Reason for visiting: Visiting friends I couldn't help shouting: "Dr. Han Buqiang visited brother two days ago?" "What?" Mom looked up suspiciously.I pointed to the visit record to show her.After reading it, my mother said in surprise, "Really, Director Han came here two days ago." The vice president asked: "Who is it? Are you acquaintances?" "It was the head of the oncology department who treated my brother." I said, "Why did he come to see my brother?" "I don't know." The vice president shrugged. After a moment of silence, I suddenly thought of a question: "Since relatives are not allowed to visit, how can Dr. Han come in?" "Oh, I remembered." The staff member said, "You are talking about a forty-year-old man wearing glasses and not too tall." This description fits Dr. Han's appearance.My mother and I nodded, "Yes, that's Dr. Han Buqiang." "Why did you allow him to visit? I don't even know about this." The vice president said. The staff member said: "At that time, he had a letter of introduction from the hospital and a visit list approved by the director, so we let him in." My mother and I looked at each other, we were both puzzled by Dr. Han Buqiang's behavior. After a while, I guessed: "Since Dr. Han has the letter of introduction from the hospital, is it possible that he came to learn about the living conditions of cancer patients after they become living dead?" "Maybe," Mom whispered. "Why don't you call and ask this doctor?" said the vice president. "Forget it, it's not necessary." Mom said, "Dean Wu, we're leaving. I'm really sorry to trouble you today." "You're welcome." The vice president sent us to the gate, we thanked again and left. And just like that, we ignored the incident.Thinking about it now, I really regret it. For my mother, her saying "it's not necessary" was a fatal mistake.