Chapter 262 – Professor, Please Don’t Raise Zombies (52)
“Reporting to Teacher Yan,” Yan Che blinked, his tone full of grievance. “What I’m saying is serious business too.”
Serious business, my ass. Beasts like him never say anything proper.
Yan Luo snorted twice without answering him, focusing instead on bandaging his wound. Only after she was done did she finally turn her head to observe their surroundings.
It was a standard laboratory setup, filled with empty glasswares. That unsettling feeling seemed to be coming from the center of the room, where something was tightly wrapped in layers of white cloth.
Yan Che glanced at the exaggerated white bow tied around his wrist. Smiling, he stood up and shook his hand as if he didn’t feel any pain at all, then followed behind Yan Luo.
“So, this is where the apocalypse virus started?”
He casually picked up a dust-covered notebook from a nearby table and flipped through it absentmindedly. His brows lifted slightly at what he saw.
“Find something?” Yan Luo leaned over curiously.
Yan Che let out a soft scoff, waving the notebook slightly in his hand. He explained, “The apocalypse virus did originate from here, but it was actually created by some idiot who sacrificed himself for his research.”
Intrigued, Yan Luo tiptoed and snatched the notebook from him. She flipped through a few pages, blinking as she read.
Yan Che wasn’t wrong. The notebook contained an experiment log and letters addressed to a woman, written when the researcher seemed to be nearing his breaking point.
It outlined the origins of the apocalypse. This man had likely been a researcher here, constantly busy with work and neglecting his home life. His wife had fallen ill but reassured him not to worry. However, by the time he finally finished a major project and returned home, her minor illness had worsened into a terminal condition.
The doctors had already declared her beyond saving.
As her condition deteriorated day by day, the desperate researcher turned to an experimental virus being studied in his lab. In secret, without informing his colleagues, he conducted unauthorized tests.
At first, the experiment progressed smoothly, giving him hope. Encouraged, he increased the intensity of the trials. But then, the virus mutated uncontrollably, leading to the outbreak of what would later become known as the Consume Virus.
The poor man was one of the first to be infected by the early-stage virus. He didn’t survive, but he also didn’t turn into a zombie. As for his wife—she was patient zero, the first to be infected.
This was the origin that every surviving base had been trying to uncover.
“So, if we obtain the original virus, can we stop the spread of the C-Virus?” Yan Luo glanced at the layers of white cloth. If her guess was right, the remains of that tragic couple lay beneath them.
“I can only say that people who think that way are overly optimistic,” Yan Che said lazily. “Viruses are single-stranded organisms—oh, to put it simply, they mutate too frequently and in too many ways. Even if we find the source, what difference does it make? We still wouldn’t be able to do anything about the current virus.”
“Then why are they all fighting over it?” Yan Luo raised an eyebrow.
Perhaps the temptation of power and status outweighed the importance of human stability and peace in their eyes.
Yan Che simply smiled without replying.
Seeing that Yan Luo was still engrossed in the notebook, he grew impatient and yanked it from her hands. Now that he had found what he was looking for, he no longer cared about the original virus.
Half-hugging Yan Luo, he was ready to leave.
After all, he wasn’t interested in getting too intimate with his girl in someone else’s territory.