Wear a thin, milky white glove, and slowly push away the half-wet handkerchief with exquisite steel tweezers. Pick up a drop of uncrushed blood from the center of the wrapped and kneaded cloth, and carefully drop it on the glass slide that had been prepared long ago. Then click a drop of diluted bacterial culture agent. Suddenly, the sesame-sized black blood spot on the slide quickly dissolved into a ball of light red crystal liquid that was as thorough as a gem.

Jiang Wanqi did not delay for a second. When he put the blood sample he had just made under the electron microscope and couldn't wait to come to the front of the camera. The black pupils in the deep eyes seemed to be severely stimulated, and suddenly converged to the point of a needle, as small as a needle, and almost impossible to detect.

"Why, why is this happening? This, this is impossible----"

As if he was struck by lightning, he seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He suddenly retreated from the microscope a few steps. While muttering to himself, he subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his head with his trembling arms. After a long time, he suppressed his extremely fear, but in the end, under the dual effects of intense thriller and inquiry and curiosity that could not be suppressed in his heart, he gritted his teeth and slowly fell back to the cold camera again.

White blood cells, tens of millions of white blood cells, are wandering back and forth within the sight of the observation hole. They are frantically swallowing all the microorganisms that dare to invade their own sphere of influence. Their devouring speed is so fast that once the bacteria floating in the air touch the blood, they will be chewed and eaten completely by them to become an alternative energy to survive.

They... seem to be very hungry. Very hungry.

When all the things that can be eaten as food are really out of food, these life defenders who originally lived in humans actually targeted their predation-like red blood cells.

Under the electron microscope, red cell bodies in flat shapes were quickly disappearing. The attacking cell bodies that were mixed with white bodies were split sharply at a terrible speed. They were like a group of dead hungry ghosts crawling out of hell. They were desperately chewing and devouring everything that could be used as food. At the same time, they quickly split their bodies, giving birth to groups of people with big mouths, looking for something to eat with terrifying faces. They were terrifyingly murderous.

The crystal red on the slide was slowly fading. It was soon replaced by a thick and thick mixed with gray yellow and pale. It looked like a rotten thing cut from the flesh.

Jiang Wanqi swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and her tight face was filled with incredible shock. The white blood cells, which are also part of human blood, actually attacked the red blood cells that transported nutrients to him. This is simply a big joke.

He was covered in cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands pressed against the hard tabletop. The head full of horror and fear was hung down in his shrugged shoulders and arms. He wanted to tell himself: This is not true.

However, there is nothing more real than this.

The blood-stained plastic bag is placed in the pool. The handkerchiefs that have been wrinkled into a ball are also quietly lying in front of the workbench. Just as the horns of the horns stained with blood, the abbreviation of "J" representing the owner can be clearly seen.

From a medical point of view, the increase in white blood cells can be considered a good thing. This means that the human body's resistance to bacterial invasion has been significantly improved. Therefore, it is not that white blood cells determine the disease, but that disease determines the increase or decrease of the number of white blood cells.

In other words, when the number of white blood cells in a person exceeds the normal index, doctors usually only think that the person suffers from a certain degree of inflammation.

What exactly is Lawrence?

Why did his blood make it so weird?

What happened to him?

Suddenly, an extremely harsh ringtone rang in the pocket of his shirt hanging on the back of the chair. Jiang Wanqi, who was taking off the slide from the camera and was about to re-made a new sample, subconsciously turned around. The moment he picked up the phone, he felt a sharp pain coming from the finger of his right hand. When he looked back, he saw a few centimeters-long cut on his fingers. Bright red blood flowed out of the straight wound. He mixed with the light yellow liquid on the slide, and could not tell his original appearance at all.

"Dr. Jiang, I'm sorry to disturb you in the rest so late." From the other end of the phone, FBI agent Claude's slightly anxious voice came: "I'm now St. Thomas Hospital in the South District. If it's convenient, can you come here too?"

"St. Thomas Hospital?"

For some reason, Jiang Wanqi suddenly felt a bad premonition in her heart. He immersed her split fingers in the disinfectant beside her. He asked quickly, "What, what happened?"

"Lt. Col. Lawrence's body was parked in this hospital." Claude's voice sounded a little slow. He only sighed helplessly: "But it's better that you come and see it yourself. God, I have never seen anything so terrible."

When we arrived at the hospital, the entire street had been completely blocked by more than a dozen police cars. The roof of the car was flashing with red and blue lights, which looked so dazzling and heart-wrenching in the foggy night.

The short and chubby federal agent stood at the exit of the elevator. Without much noise, the two of them went straight to the morgue of the hospital.

"Wow————”

The moment he lifted the white sheet, Jiang Wanqi felt that her throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand. She could no longer exude any breath.

Lying flat on the mobile hospital bed was a small dead body that was only about meter tall. The clothes outside the body were a wide military uniform that could not be proportional to it. At first glance, it looked like a child who was only over a year old, who was forcibly put on an adult's clothes.

Jiang Wanqi's eyes were full of incredible and almost crazy confusion. He clearly saw that the corpse was exposed between the head and neck of the outside of the clothes, showing a charred black like coal ink. The skin on the surface of the body was also layered and piled up, squeezing the supposedly smooth muscles into a terrible thing that was crude and numb.

Yes, this is indeed his friend Lawrence. A string of sandalwood beads dropped on the right hand of the corpse is enough to illustrate his body. However, how can this black corpse, which is almost a child, be compared with Lawrence's burly and tall figure?

"One hour ago, the body began to shrink abnormally."

The voice of the FBI agent sounded from behind at the right time: "It shrinks very quickly. When I heard the news, the whole body had been completely distorted and deformed. The situation was so terrible. How could it be said, it was like... being tightly clamped by some powerful machine. It was squeezed desperately, squeezed all the liquid components in it dry and sucked away."

"I need to perform an autopsy on this body. Right now!"

Taking a deep breath. Jiang Wanqi suppressed the incomparable fear and shock in her heart, and grabbed the cold steel guardrail beside the mortar bed with both hands. She growled in a gentle tone as much as possible: "I must know what happened to Lawrence? He is my friend! Best friend!"

"Anatomy, of course. However, there is a small problem here."

Claude's fat face was still filled with a very comfortable smile: "I have no doubt about your medical skills. But you also know that the American Federation is a legal country. All matters involving legal aspects must be handled by relevant departments. Although you have three doctoral titles and several medical patents, your actual identity is still just an ordinary civilian. Of course, if you have something special, such as the identity certificate issued by the FBI... Haha! Then this matter will be much easier."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Looking at the FBI agent's face that was too honest to be more honest, Jiang Wanqi always felt that behind the gentleness and friendship shown by the other party, there seemed to be something else hidden.

"If you can join the FBI, you will get the highest verification right for this case, and more. If you are an ordinary citizen without judicial power... Hehehehe! IMHO, then you can only know the progress of the case's investigation through news reports in newspapers and TV."

Jiang Wanqi turned around slowly and stared at the other party coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, no, no, this is just a suggestion."

Claude shook his head with a smile: "Doctor, you do not agree to this suggestion, I will seal the body intact until those with sufficient judicial authority reopen and find out all the secrets hidden in it."

Jiang Wanqi, with a cold face, did not answer. He leaned against the wooden table beside him, tapped the table with his fingers gently and rhythmically, staring at Claude's eyes tightly, and opened his mouth several times to say, but in the other party's extremely anticipated gaze, he said some words that sounded irrelevant.

Unconscious hypnosis. This is the skill that every psychologist can do.

Only by completely urging Mian Claude to successfully dissect Lawrence's body. Fang Jie is not a special weirdness. He just wanted to figure out who killed his best friend?

Just as he was walking slowly towards the mortal bed while carefully making psychological hints, he suddenly felt his chest tightening. A double stimulation mixed with suffocation and heat was released from the deepest part of his brain, completely occupying his entire body.

"It's hot...water, give me water!"

Jiang Wanqi leaned against the wall and hugged her head tightly with both hands. Her fingers inserted deep into the hair clumps and grabbed them back and forth desperately, making a harsh sound of hard objects rubbing on her scalp. It seemed that only by using this method of putting it out could a little bit of physical pain.

"roar----"

Hot, thirsty.

However, these are not the most important. What is even more terrifying is the unbearable suffocation of death.

Jiang Wanqi felt that her throat was being pinched tightly by an invisible giant hand. The gas that had to be absorbed and discharged through the lungs was silted at both ends of the obstacle. They expanded rapidly and increased. The feeling was like a slaughtered pig, being held hard by someone, blowing desperately with the broken mouth on the skin.

Why is this happening?

Could it be those mutated white blood cells?

Thinking of the white creatures squirming back and forth under the laboratory camera, Jiang Wanqi felt a numbness in her scalp. He knew very well: it was these little things that could not be seen by the naked eye that killed Lawrence. But where did they come from?

"You, even you were infected?"

The FBI agent's eyes were twitching, his face was filled with incredible surprise and panic. He gritted his teeth, took out a large-caliber pistol from the belt in his clothes with his right hand, aiming tightly at Jiang Wanqi who was lying on the table. He was struggling with his left hand and pressed the keyboard heavily with his trembling fingers.

"What's the matter?" A middle-aged male voice who spoke slowly, his tone was dull but not lacked his majesty.

"Your Excellency, I have to report to you regretfully. The plan has failed." Claude looked depressed.

"oh?"

The male voice on the phone seemed a little surprised: "The target person is unwilling to accept the solicitation? Or does he not want to join at all? Or is it because the conditions he proposed were too high?"

“None are not.”

Looking at Jiang Wanqi who was curled up in pain, Claude shook his head self-deprecatingly and sighed helplessly: "He is infected. Judging from his appearance symptoms, he has been deeply eroded."

"Since there is no use value, then kill him."

The male voice on the other end of the phone did not hesitate at all. His tone was so cold that he couldn't help but want to tremble: "Be cleaner on the scene and don't leave any traces. Also, bring his body back. I want to dissect it myself. Of course, it would be better if I could capture the living entity."

Close the flip of the phone, Claude, with a expressionless face, squatted down and poked Jiang Wanqi, who was almost unconscious with the barrel of his hand. He laughed sarcastically: "A celebrity in the medical field, a doctor from Harvard, tsk... What a pity!"

Just as he took out the silencer from his pocket and put it skillfully on the muzzle, the dying person curled on the ground suddenly jumped up like a cheetah, knocking the unexpectedly caught Claude to the corner of the table. Then, he jumped out of the door of the morgue at a speed that ordinary people could not match.

All this happened so quickly. The FBI agent with a blurry mind didn't even know how to deal with it. A few seconds later, he was stunned and struggled to get up from the ground, stumbled towards the corridor. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Catch him! Hurry him!"

St. Thomas Hospital has been fully controlled. Under the shouts of Claude, dozens of live ammunition police officers quickly filled every floor of the hospital. Supporters mobilized urgently from various blocks were also on the way. It is no exaggeration to say that even a slightly strange-looking fly wants to fly out of the building's door, it will be hit by dense bullets without even leaving.

"Pedal to all passages. Search every room, including ventilation openings and power pipes. Don't let go of any corners. Even if you remove every brick here, you must find this guy for me!"

Jiang Wanqi lay quietly on the cabinet at the corner of the stairs. Using the refraction of the light, she cleverly covered her figure in the small shadow on the top of the cabinet. She seemed to be a mouse lurking in the darkness, carefully watching the noisy crowd running past in front of her.

Even he himself couldn't explain why he was hiding here. He just felt that it was safe. At least, so far, no policeman visited this narrow shadow that was close to the corridor.

The conversation between Claude and the phone was heard by Jiang Wanqi. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be an anatomical object at slaughter. The only way was to escape.

It was strange that when this thought came into his mind, the suffocation of the chest and lungs and the severe pain in his body seemed to have weakened a lot. However, what surprised him even more was that the speed of his escape from the gun of Claude was so fast that it was unimaginable.

Although there were no precise instruments in hand, based on the feeling alone, the running time limit at that time was definitely more than twenty meters per second. If it weren't for the limitation of the corner terrain of the corridor, Jiang Wanqi believed that she would definitely be able to run faster.

This has far exceeded the known physiological limits of normal humans. The only explanation is the abnormal cells that are contaminated with finger cleavage in the laboratory.

Jiang Wanqi, curled in the shadow, had a pale face. Sweat that oozed from her forehead slowly flowed down in the violent trembling of her body. He could only hold back his hands and fingers tightly, and with his teeth that were almost broken between his lips, he could barely hold back the severe pain that was enough to make people go crazy.

Yes, these weird cells did save their lives. However, this does not mean that they are absolutely friendly to them. The pain of ant erosion from his chest reminded him of the miserable situation of his friend Lawrence and the fine pieces of meat that spewed out of his mouth.

At the beginning, Jiang Wanqi was not sure whether it was the organ in Lawrence's body. But when he recalled the hungry white blood cells under the microscope, he now had every reason to believe that it was the terrible cells that swallowed the poor Lawrence. They were like a large group of human-eating ants, using a hard zipper to divide the soft heart and liver and the five internal organs. Amid the deceased and shrill howl, he chewed the host's body unscrupulously.

They even sucked every drop of blood from Lawrence, leaving a strong and strong man who had been originally strong and had left a bunch of useless discards that were black, dry and hard.

Is it my turn for such a fate now?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqi couldn't help but feel shocked all over. She subconsciously looked at the policeman in a black uniform and holding an M4A1 rifle at the end of the corridor at the side. Just as the other party turned around, he seized the opportunity and rushed out quickly from behind the cabinet. He slipped like a ghost and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
Chapter completed!