The Collection of The End

In early summer, the once colorful flowers had withered, leaving only green fruits hanging on the branches, which made the passing children clap their hands and cheer, while his parents had to explain why they could not be picked now.

And these scenes full of life are completely invisible from the CDC's special isolation ward.

The Centers for Disease Control (Centers for Disease Control) is a public welfare institution organized by the government to implement national disease prevention and control and public health technology management and services.

Its responsibility is to establish a national public health surveillance system, deal with major epidemics, public health emergencies, and vaccine research and distribution for corresponding diseases.

The patients who can be deliberately isolated by this institution are basically the first cases of infection of a particular disease, or patient zero.

At this time, the short-haired girl who was lying on the hospital bed looking out from the completely sealed window was such a "patient zero".

"How do you feel today?" A clear male voice came from the wall.

Apart from the hospital bed and the bedside table, there is nothing else in this spacious room, and even the walls are made of special soft material, which can ensure that even if the patient suddenly thinks about it, it will not be damaged.

"I don't feel it." The girl withdrew her gaze from looking out, raised her head and said to the small hole where the voice came from.

Her voice was soft and a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, her slightly yellowed hair covered her right eye as she raised her head, but made her left eye brighter.

Although her complexion was fair, the empty hospital gown and the slender wrists exposed from the cuffs showed that she was severely malnourished.

"Really? That's fine, if there's anything out of the ordinary—"

"Just press the blue button next to the bed, you know."

The girl interrupted the other party with her hand, and then pointed around: "A group of heavily armed doctors, nurses, and security guards will rush in here, here, and here."

The male voice was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"You have to know that you are infected with a super virus that has never been seen before," he said: "It can mutate into any other form, even including terrifying diseases that have long been extinct."

"I knew it a long time ago." The girl had a smile on her face, as if she was deliberately tearing down his platform: "PAX-200."

"Moreover, it also has a special 'tracing' feature. After the mutation, if the external environment is found to be unsuitable, it will degenerate back into the original harmless form," the male voice continued: "However, this process will consume you. physical strength."

"So I have to keep eating and exercising so as not to be sucked dry by it—" the girl sat up, hanging down her two equally slender calves and began to look for shoes: "Why are you repeating what we all know today?"

"...Moreover, if you come into contact with another infected person after it mutates, the originally harmless 'PAX-200' on that infected person will immediately mutate into the same disease as you."

"Well... let me think about it." The girl stepped on the patient's slippers and walked to the wall where the sound was coming from, tilting her head and looking at the wall, as if she was looking at the person opposite: "You suddenly said a lot to me, is it because the higher-ups are looking for you?" If there is no solution, you plan to destroy me humanely?"

"You know I won't let them do that, [Patient Zero]." The voice from the intercom suddenly became firm.

"That's what you say, Mr. [Monitor]," the girl, or patient zero, walked around the ward and returned to the bed: "Anyway, you must have done something today that would make me unlucky."

"..." The monitor fell silent.

"Let me see." Patient zero raised his hand and fiddled with the air in front of him. There was a translucent panel that no one could see except her, and a reminder had just been refreshed on it.

[Reminder: The antidote to 'PAX-200' has been developed and is being distributed to countries around the world. 】

"Ah, that's how it is. You have developed the antidote, but because the source of mutation is with me, you will treat me last, right?" The girl waved her hand to make the panel disappear, and turned her head with a half-smile: "Well, you Don't feel guilty, it's normal, what if you cure me first, and the 'root' goes to someone else?"

"Although the elimination of other viruses will increase the virus mutation rate in your body, it's not 100%..." the monitor said remedially.

"No no no, don't comfort me, I thought of this when I voluntarily 'surrendered' to you, it's not surprising at all." The girl waved her hands: "But I hope you can cure my parents and younger brother first. "

"They are the first to be vaccinated," the monitor said in a more relaxed tone: "After this batch of vaccines becomes popular, 'PAX-200' will not be able to mutate and become part of the human body's probiotics—although they are of no benefit at all." ,hehe."

"I hope so..." The girl yawned: "Okay, your work of 'pacifying the emotions of patient zero' has been completed. If there is nothing else, I'm going to sleep."

"Actually, there are." After the sound of turning off something came from the speaker, the monitor continued with the girl's puzzled expression: "It is estimated that you will be vaccinated next week, can you--er ..."

"Huh? Can you do something?" Patient Zero showed a sly smile: "Don't worry, I won't complain to you."

"Ah? What is the complaint?" The monitor whose train of thought was interrupted asked suspiciously.

"Complain that you often change shifts with your colleagues, so you can come and chat with me when I'm awake." The girl turned her head and looked out the window.

"Hey, isn't that... ah."

"What isn't it?" Although she couldn't see the person, the girl continued to tease him.

"Huh—I mean!" Mr. Monitor breathed a long sigh of relief, and said loudly with determination: "Please be my girlfriend after you are discharged from the hospital!"

"My answer is—" Just as the girl was about to continue to say something, the "panel" that she swung aside suddenly appeared in front of her and flickered frantically:

[Hint: 'PAX-200' evolved 'paralyzed' successfully]

[Hint: 'PAX-200' evolved 'leukemia' successfully]

[Hint: 'PAX-200' evolved into 'malignant tumor' successfully]

[Hint: 'PAX-200' evolved to 'heart paralysis' successfully]

[Hint: The 'death combo' is achieved, and the remaining infected will die immediately. 】

"Ah, sure enough..." She sighed lowly, trying to reach out and cover the emergency call button.

"--What's wrong with you?!" The inspector who was waiting for an answer suddenly realized something was wrong and shouted loudly.

"I mean... I'm glad... that you like me..." The immobile girl suppressed the emergency call with her own weight.

There were piercing sirens both inside and outside the ward.

I hope you won't call me "Patient Zero" next time we meet.

On the translucent panel that no one can see, words quietly emerge line by line.

[Reminder: The antidote for 'PAX-200' has been distributed all over the world,]

[Reminder: 'PAX-200' has been eradicated, the world is safe]

[Number of infections: 7.053 billion, death toll: 1]

【game over】