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Chapter 263 Juve Interrogation Law



Chapter 263 Juve Interrogation Law

"Would you mind reporting today's itinerary to us? The source of the plague was originally from you."

While Xiao An was interrogating, Lambert next to him was also interrogating the second "Patient Zero".

Seeing this, Zhang Yang was not idle either. He sat on a stool at the long table and asked about the patient opposite him.

"Who sent you here?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Yang's cold words startled the fat man opposite.

The interrogation by the doctor next to me seemed like a normal conversation, but why did it seem like I had committed a crime when it came to me?

"I live here." The fat man pointed at himself with his thumb innocently.

"Do you think you can still leave here?" Zhang Yang was even more ruthless and slammed the wooden sign in his hand on the table.

“No, I, I…” The fat man shuddered and felt his lower body a little wet.

Just interrogate him, why is this guy so murderous!

"You haven't said it yet, have you?"

"You...you didn't ask." The fat man held his head with both hands, feeling an invisible sense of oppression enveloping his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"There are always people who think they are right."

Zhang Yang said coldly, and the fat man couldn't stand it anymore.

"My name is Shandi, my birthday is June 6th, I live in 5, Building 502, Colorful Garden, Area A, and I'm single this year without a girlfriend! I got up at o'clock in the morning and went downstairs to buy a glass of soda. I passed by the flower shop and stole a glance at the owner..."

The fat man spoke very quickly, telling all his information without missing a word, even which toilet seat he sat in.

Xiao An and Lambert next to them were obviously stunned, and felt that he was worthy of being the expert invited by the vice president.

They asked questions one by one, but Zhang Yang only said four sentences and the other party confessed everything!

……

Treatment room.

The face of the medical guard infected with the white plague was extremely pale, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, unable to hide the pain.

Sweat gushed out of his clothes like a spring, as if the water in his body was desperately trying to escape.

The skin is covered with horrible white patches!

These patches vary in size and shape and are densely distributed on various parts of the body, making people shudder and feel creepy.

The dense sweat continued to flow out, already soaking most of the bed, and the south wall that was treating him was also sweating profusely.

The long-term and high-intensity use of divine power has already made Nanqiang a little exhausted, but there are still many medical guards waiting for him to save them.

……

Turning my sight again, I saw a room with a strong smell of disinfectant.

On the table is a tall white storage cabinet, which is neatly filled with various medical instruments and reagents.

In the center of the room is a workbench specifically used for drawing blood samples, on which are placed tools such as disinfectant alcohol, blood collection needles, and blood collection tubes.

There is also an advanced blood analyzer on the workbench, with complex data and charts displayed on its screen, ready to perform accurate analysis on the drawn blood samples at any time.

On the walls are diagrams of human blood circulation and instructions for precautions, reminding medical staff of every key step.

The healer in the room was testing the blood sample that had just been drawn under the doctor's guidance.

"All reports must be backed up." The speaker was Linton's royal physician's assistant.

He stared at the screen seriously, making sure he would not miss any details.

"Yes!" The medical staff next to him nodded repeatedly.

……

The vast grassland should be a stage for the joy of life, but at this moment it is shrouded in the haze of death.

Corpses were lying all over the grass, with bodies piled up in various twisted postures.

Some have their eyes tightly closed, as if they are still unwilling to live with the world even at the last moment of their lives; some have their faces twisted by pain, frozen into eternal despair.

The corpse exuded a sickening sweet smell under the sunlight, and flocks of vultures circled in the sky, coveting this tragic feast.

The dry wind blew, and the grass rustled.

A group of mercenaries wearing black combat uniforms and gas masks were approaching.

"Arrived at the coordinates." The leading man reported on the walkie-talkie.

He is tall, thin and capable, wearing a scary ghost face mask.

The contrast between black and white is like the world of yin and yang. White is like a skeleton, black is like an abyss, the corners of his mouth are exaggeratedly raised, and the whole person exudes a chilling sense of oppression.

"Everything went according to plan."

They took out special extraction needles from the ammunition rack and drew blood samples from the surrounding corpses.

……

The clock tower in the city is the interrogation room.

"You've been to the noodle shop, too? What's it called?"

"Yes, it was called Ruyi Noodle House. It was at 9:." The last patient spoke reminiscingly, his face showing a hint of uneasiness.

Lambert turned his head slightly and his eyes met Zhang Yang's.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and the atmosphere became a little tense for a moment.

The five "patient zeros" all went to the same place, so it seems the source of the disease is obvious.

"Is this really premeditated?"

It was obviously unusual that the source of the disease appeared in a noodle restaurant. Zhang Yang could almost conclude that this was the plan of someone with ulterior motives.

After saying that, Zhang Yang led everyone to the noodle shop.

They rushed to the "Ruyi Noodle House" without stopping, but it had already closed down.

There was a "Closed" sign on the door, which made everyone feel a little disappointed.

I thought I could find some clues or answers, but now it's too late.

"Can I find the store information?" Zhang Yang asked.

"We sealed off the city immediately. He should still be in the city." As a doctor, Lambert immediately called the medical officer at the headquarters.

"No problem." The person on the other end of the phone learned of the situation and immediately provided all the information of the noodle shop owner.

"The owner of this noodle shop is called Wei Zi. He lives in Area A in the east of the city, Unit 5, 402, Building 3, Colorful Garden. He has been living here for three months."

The Red Cross Society has very strict control over Red City, and the information of anyone who lives here for a long time will be recorded.

"Get started." Zhang Yang gave the order, followed by Lambert and Xiao An.

Lambert sent a message to his mobile phone, and soon a team of well-trained medical guards joined them.

"Wow, they're quick in getting people." Zhang Yang didn't know that the doctors in the city had such privileges. Those well-trained medical guards were always on call.

"Safety first." When he arrived downstairs in the Colorful Garden Community, Lambert also took out his pistol. It was an F57.

After the city was locked down, all residents were placed under home quarantine.

Hongcheng is so small, I believe the other party won’t be able to escape anywhere.

"Let's just wait downstairs and let professionals handle professional matters."

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Zhang Yang was stopped by Lambert.

"...Okay." Zhang Yang thought about it and decided not to refute. He just looked at the F57 in Lambert's hand and felt that it was a bit unnecessary.

The fully armed medical guards rushed upstairs, and soon the sound of a door being broken was heard.

"There won't be violent law enforcement, will there?" Zhang Yang couldn't see the scene downstairs, but the deafening sound sounded like the door was kicked directly.

"They acted with discretion. They must have knocked on the door, but the other party didn't open it, so they did this."

Lambert could understand the medical staff's actions. After all, the consequences of the "white plague" had already affected the entire city, and they were now racing against time.

"Report, the person ran away." Ten minutes later, the sweaty medical staff went downstairs to report with a little embarrassment.

"We turned his house upside down and found almost nothing valuable in it. It was obvious that he had fled early."

"Run away?" How could Zhang Yang be willing to accept that the clue he had finally found was lost just like that?


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