Chapter 5 Chapter 4

1:00 am. Stucky sat alone at the long table, carefully flipping through a stack of yellow manuscript paper, the contents of which made him dumbfounded.From a bewildered freshman at West Point to today, he has served the country for 36 years.He received medals, was received by the president, advised the president, and sometimes his advice was adopted.He has experienced all kinds of things, but this time... There was a sense of fear in his heart that he didn't even dare to admit.It's a feeling that can drive you crazy. He stood up abruptly, knocked his knee on the table, and a page of manuscript slipped gently from the edge of the table, and slowly swirled in the air to the mosaic tiled floor, half hidden in the shadow under the table, half exposed Outside.If you pay attention, you can see the following text written on it:

unverified seems very likely The strain number is 848-AB Campion (male), Sally (female) Antigenic transformation and mutation.extremely dangerous, The mortality rate is high, and the infection rate is estimated to reach 99.4%.The Plague Center in Atlanta is gone top secret documents. (Finish) P-T-222312A There are 5 monitors mounted on the wall.Stucky walked over, pressed a button under the central screen, and a picture suddenly appeared.This is a desolate desert area in California, and the light red tone of the infrared camera adds a bit of eerie feeling to the desolation. Here it is, Starkey thought, Project Blue.

Fear once again hit the body.He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue pill that his daughter called a "sedative."It doesn't matter what it is called, the key is to see the effect.Instead of water, he sent the pill directly to his mouth, and his resolute face wrinkled involuntarily as he swallowed. blue project. He turned his gaze to another monitor, then turned on several others. Monitors 4 and 5 show the laboratory. No. 4 is the physics laboratory, and No. 5 is the biological virus laboratory.The biological virus laboratory is full of animal cages, mainly guinea pigs, rhesus monkeys, and several dogs.The animals all seemed to be awake.In the physics lab, a small centrifuge is still spinning around.Stuckey had mentioned it, and very strongly.The centrifuge was spinning so vigorously that it really gave people the feeling of seeing a ghost, because next to it was the body of Dr. Ezwick, with his limbs stretched out, like a scarecrow bent by the strong wind.

They explained that the centrifuge and the lighting equipment used the same circuit, and if the centrifuge was turned off, all the lights would go out, and the cameras at the scene were not equipped with infrared equipment.Starkey understood.There may also be military dignitaries traveling from Washington to see the Nobel laureate, who died 400 feet below the desert just a mile away.Turning off the centrifuge is tantamount to letting the professor never see the light of day.The reason is very simple.Her daughter would probably call this a "catch-22." He swallowed another "sedative" and turned to look at the No. 2 monitor.This picture disgusted him most.In the picture, a man's face is soaked in soup.It is unimaginable that a man would end his life in this way.It conjures up funny shots of pies thrown in the face, but it wouldn't be funny if it happened to me.

Monitor 2 is Blue Works' café.When the accident happened, it happened to be the shift change time, so there were not many people in the cafe.He thought, for these dead, it doesn't matter whether it's a coffee shop, a bedroom, or a laboratory, it doesn't matter where they are, but they can fall into the soup bowl like this... A man and a woman in blue overalls huddled on the floor next to the candy machine.A man in white overalls lay beside a jukebox.Leaning against the table were 9 men and 14 women, some of whom were still holding a full glass of Coke or Sprite tightly, their palms already stiff.The man lying on the edge of a table in the depth of the camera is named Frank D. Bruce, and it is his face soaked in the soup.

Monitor No. 1 only displayed a digital clock. Before the 13th, all the numbers on the clock were green, but now they have turned light red and stopped at 06:13:90:02:37:16. June 13, 1990 at 2:37:16. Stucky heard a few soft sounds behind him. He turned off the monitors one by one, then turned around, saw a page of manuscript paper falling on the ground, picked it up and put it back on the table. "Come." It was Creighton, serious and livid.Another bad news.Starkey thought quietly. "Hi, Ryan." He greeted softly. Ryan just nodded. "Billy. This... God, I don't know where to start."

"You're a soldier, I think you should cut to the chase." "Those who touched Campion's body are in quarantine in Atlanta and are not doing well." "Is it all like this?" "Five can be confirmed. One - his name is Stuart Redman - has been negative. But as far as I know, Campion has also been negative for 50 hours." "If only Campion hadn't run," Starkey said. "Security sucks, Lane, sucks." Creighton nodded. "Go ahead." "Arnett is in isolation. There have been 16 cases of highly contagious Class A influenza. These are only the more symptomatic ones."

"What about the press?" "There's nothing wrong with it. They thought it was anthrax." "anything else?" "One more trouble. There was a Texas Highway Patrolman named Joe Bob Brentwood. The last gas station Campion was at was owned by his cousin. He passed by yesterday morning. told Harper Scombe that the medics were on their way. We found him three hours ago and we're taking him to Atlanta. He was on patrol through most of East Texas, and God knows he came into contact with How many people." "Oh, no," Starkey said.Suddenly, he felt a tickle, crawling from the root of his thigh to his waist, and he couldn't help but shudder.99.4% infection rate, he thought.For some reason, this idea was turning around in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.That is to say, the mortality rate is as high as 99.4%, because the human body cannot produce the necessary antibodies to stop the continuous mutation of the antigen virus.As long as the body produces the corresponding antibodies, the virus will change into a new form.Again, humans are nearly incapable of making such a vaccine.

99.4%. "God!" he said, "is that all?" "Ok……" "Go ahead, finish." Creighton lowered his voice. "Billy, Hamer is dead. Suicide. He shot him through the eye and into the head with the pistol he was issued. The blue engineering papers are on his desk. I guess he may have been It is felt that the preservation of these materials is sufficient to explain the reason for his suicide." Starkey closed his eyes.Vic Hammer was—was—his son-in-law.How should this matter be told to Cynthia?Sorry, Cindy.Vic died today with his face soaked in a bowl of cold soup.Come, take a "sedative".That's right, something went wrong.Someone got a piece of equipment wrong.Someone forgot to pull the brakes to seal off the base.There are only forty seconds left, and these forty seconds are enough to be fatal.Known internally as a "sniffer," the device was manufactured by Portland, Ore., under DoD contract number 164480966. The "sniffers" are assembled by female technicians, in order to prevent the technicians from knowing the nature of their work.One of the staff members may be preoccupied with what to have for dinner, while another staff member responsible for quality inspection may be thinking about selling his private car.Anyway, Cindy, the last coincidence was that a man named Campion at Security Post 4 saw the numbers turn red in time and fled the scene before the base closed, taking his family with him in a hurry. Four minutes later the alarm went off and we sealed off the base, just before that time Campion drove through the gate.No one thought of looking for him, and the problem was not discovered until nearly an hour later.Everyone thought that he was still sticking to his post and waiting for the sniffer to divide the infected area from the non-infected area.This way he has a chance to escape.Campion was very clever and knew how to use the various paths, and he was lucky that none of the paths he took bogged down the car.Authorities have been hesitant to notify the State Police or the FBI, or both, and Campion has used the time to drive wildly until headquarters decides to deal with the matter, and the lucky guy—the Lucky guy who's been infected - has made it to Texas and by the time he's finally caught he can't run anymore because he's collapsed with his wife and daughter in a nasty little town called Arnett in the car.Arnett, Texas.Cindy, I mean, these are all coincidences.Excuse me, it's gotten to this point, your ex-husband is through no fault of his own, but he's in charge of the project and he's seen the situation get out of control first-hand, so...

"Thank you, Lane," he said. "Billy, do you want to..." "I'll be fine in 10 minutes. In 15 minutes you arrange an all-hands meeting. If anyone's still sleeping, get him up." "Yes, sir." "Lian, and..." "What's up?" "I'm glad you informed me." "Yes, sir." Creighton turned and left.Starkey checked his watch, then walked to the monitor on the wall.He turned on the No. 2 monitor, put his hands behind his back, and stared thoughtfully at the deserted coffee shop of the Blue Project.