At 20:43 on July 14, 2017, Beijing underground secret laboratory.
"Dr. Ling, sample No. HC1480 in Area 8 suddenly mutated and hurt people wantonly. Please ask for support!" After saying this, the lights dimmed and suddenly went out for a few seconds. Only a few sporadic lights were left emitting dark light, blinking and blinking, unable to illuminate the passage ahead. A strange atmosphere filled people's hearts, and the depressed people did not dare to be exaggerated.
"Dr. Ling, run! You can escape even if I'm holding you back! Hurry...!" A laboratory assistant held a cutter to block the incoming virus-infected patients. The wounds on his hands had turned purple-black, but the man didn't know it.
"Sorry, Ling Hao..."
In the dark passage, familiar figures and familiar voices are chilling. The military knife in Fu Xiezhi's hand pierced Ling Hao's body just before the virus-infected person arrived. A large amount of blood poured out, making the already dyed white robe even redder, which was shocking.
"Dr. Fu... Dr. Fu?"
"Can you please make some contribution to the experiment? It doesn't seem to be full yet." Fu Xiezhi smiled twistedly on his face.