Chapter Nineteen: The Needle

  The only remaining light in the corridor was the twinkling electricity around the rotting corpses, and as the electricity disappeared, Da Ya fell to the ground with a thud.

  Qin Zhong immediately shone his flashlight around himself, and then he nodded, letting out a sigh of relief: "Damn it, succeeded, but poor Da Ya is in trouble, haha." He patted Da Ya's neck twice with his hand: "Hey, are you okay?"

  "Nothing's wrong? Or else you try, see if anything happens to you?" Daxin said, and suddenly burst into tears: "I almost didn't get to see my future child."

  "What's the point of saying anything when you can't even get a wife?" Qin Zhong originally wanted to comfort her, but after hearing this, he raised his hand and added some force, slapping Daya's neck with a loud "pa pa" sound, until Daya cried out in pain before he stopped.

  Meng Na blinked her big eyes, and that explosive hair seemed to match the electric current formed by Da Ya's explosive hair. She looked at Da Ya's explosive hair, covered her mouth and burst out laughing: "I pay for my perm, you get it for free, enjoy it secretly."

  Qin Zhong gave him a few big slaps to make him wake up quickly, and when he was really awake, he slowly got up.

  A figure flashed in front of Qin Zhong, the person's hands connected the previously cut power cord together, twisting it a few times before turning and leaving. Not long after, the corridor was once again brightly lit.

  "Thanks, Mark brothers!" Qin Zhong said, holding onto Da Ya, carefully observing him, seemingly unhurt.

  Ma Ke ran back to take a look at Qin Zhong, the initial arrogance seemed to have disappeared, and his tone of voice became polite: "Just now, Director Qin's idea was enlightening, it taught me another trick, I really admire you, it's really hard for you to come up with such a method."

  "Haha, it's too kind of you to say that, it's just a matter of logical reasoning. Actually, there's nothing special about it." Qin Zhong said politely, as he spoke, he took another glance at Da Ya's eyes, the pupils had returned to normal, and only his teeth had turned black, so he didn't remind him: "Alright, you're fine now, let's take a walk and continue searching for the exit, checking each room to see if we can find any more evidence."

  Qin Zhong lightly patted Dashu's shoulder with his hand, but suddenly Dashu loudly shouted: "Ah, it hurts!"

  It didn't seem to matter, Qin Zhong looked closely and saw that on the shoulder of Da Ya, a needle had been inserted at some point, the needle had already been pushed in all the way, and the medicine inside seemed to have already entered Da Ya's body.

  "Damn it, that devil doctor!" Qin Zhong realized, because at the beginning he saw the devil doctor holding a syringe and injecting those experimental subjects everywhere.

  Mark immediately reached out and pulled open Da Ya's clothes: "My god, Director Qin look!"

  Qin Zhong took one look and saw that the area on Da Ya's shoulder where the needle had been inserted was already starting to rot. He sighed, "This is the kind of trick those little devils use. No wonder the whole nation is fighting against Japan. It's just because of this. As long as it's only a slight discoloration of the skin, try not to let his blood and flesh come into contact with the air. I think we should be fine before we leave."

  "What?" Dàyā turned his head to look at his own shoulder, and the face that had just recovered instantly turned pale again. He stuttered: "Is this saying that I may have also been infected like these experimental products?"

  "Hmm, but if we can get out as soon as possible, modern medicine should be able to detoxify you." Qin Zhong didn't know whether he was comforting Da Ya or expressing his trust in modern medicine.

  Meng Na took a glance at Da Ya's shoulder and shook her head: "Hey, you're really an unlucky guy. I thought letting you be the hero would make me look up to you, but now... sigh."

  "Don't say any more, hurry up and get out. Everyone should keep their eyes peeled, observe carefully and take a good look around. My grandfather once told me that if you follow the wind, you'll be able to find the exit."

  Mark said in a low voice: "Since we fell down, there has been no feeling of air flow or wind."

  Qin Zhong ignored Mark's words and went alone to the house where the military doctor had appeared earlier, hoping to find a way in the military doctor's house to immediately solve the injury on Da Ya's body.

  Meng Na and others reluctantly followed Qin Zhong, and when Qin Zhong stood in front of the military doctor's office door, they all stopped.

  Qin Zhong borrowed the light in the house to carefully scan the room, a wooden table that had grown green hair, and in front of the table was a chair, on which a Japanese military uniform was neatly placed, under the uniform was a porcelain bottle.

  "This is where Japanese people scatter ashes!" Mark said, as if he knew it all along.

  Qin Zhong inserted the twin blades into his back waist, he turned around to look at the corridor, which had become very quiet. He spoke in a low voice: "Hmm, it seems that what happened earlier has passed, but this ash..." He paused for a moment, then suddenly startled: "No, all the dry bones in the entire corridor are gone, why is this ash still here, could it be...?"

  Qin Zhong's guidance, behind him Meng Na and Mark couldn't help but think of the possible things that might happen, and even Da Ya forgot about his aching shoulders as he opened his mouth in surprise.

  "Everyone be careful, this room doesn't feel right, it's possible that someone has set a trap. " Qin Zhong said as he stepped forward first and approached the office desk: "The Japanese used living people for bacterial experiments at first, and the success of later dropping bacterial bombs originated from this."

  "It's not just a few individuals*, how can this be?" Dàyá seems to have some understanding of China's history.

  Qin Zhong shook his head: "One team has been identified, but there are so many that have not been identified. How many can we know? Moreover, in a place like this where we are now, if he is not brought to light, it may remain a mystery forever."

  "It's all over, if it's really like you said, wouldn't the bacteria on me be crawling in?" Dàyā didn't know where he got so much sweat from.

  Qin Zhong curled up the corner of his mouth: "The basic ones used by dog days are all contagious, you die, we can't survive." Qin Zhong stretched out his hand to Dashu's forehead: "Fortunately, your head is not hot, as long as you don't have any signs of fever for the time being, we may have a chance to clear out your toxins."

  As he spoke, Qin Zhong began to search every corner of the room, seemingly not finding anything, except for a piece of paper that looked like a medical prescription on the broken table.

  He carefully picked up the already worn-out paper from the table with his hands, and slowly brought it down: "This is the evidence, let's go out and find someone to translate it."

  "Shh!" A rustling sound came from the other end of the corridor.

  Qin Zhong immediately became alert, he turned his head to look at the bottle of ashes and the Japanese military uniform, then turned around and ran out, patrolling around the corridor, but didn't see anything, however, strangely, the rustling sound remained almost unchanged, continuing to echo.

  "The sound seemed to be coming from the corridor next door, could it be that someone else has come in?" Just as Qin Zhong was saying this, the military uniform and urn on the military doctor's chair suddenly disappeared, and an extra figure appeared inside the room. This person tightly grasped a syringe in their hand.

  That man laughed wildly: "You several hairy thieves still want to escape from my hands, you should know that as the trial product of the emperor, you should be honored."

  "I went and all the ghosts in the corridor were eliminated, except for you, damn it." Qin Zhong was also extremely surprised.

  Da Ya stared at his arch-nemesis right in front of him, his anger burning: "Bastard, I'm going to take you down today, give me the antidote." He charged forward, wanting to grab the Japanese military doctor tightly, but he never expected that the doctor would turn into a ghostly figure. His charge ended up being an empty hit.

  That devilish military doctor was just taking advantage of the opportunity to raise his syringe and stab Daxia's other shoulder, but at this moment Qin Zhong patted Ma Ke's shoulder: "Fire for me, I'll let him ride a rocket back to his country!"

  At this time, the scene was frozen in silence.