The red moon returns

Chapter 440 Exposed
The group did not forcefully attack the tunnel, as it was such a narrow space and there was no telling how many infected people were still inside. Plus an old zombie and a small monster of unknown strength, going in would be tantamount to committing suicide. It would be better to stay here and wait and see what the other party would do so they could respond accordingly.

However, a troublesome situation arose. The other party just didn't make any movement.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening and the red moon had risen into the sky, but the other party did not respond at all, as if he had really been killed by the explosion.

The arrow is on the string, but it has not been shot. This is what makes people most uneasy.

I feel relieved when I really ejaculate.

At this time, Lynch was sitting in the city lord's ward, taking a deep breath of the soul-requiem grass and slowly exhaling light blue smoke.

His movements are steady and his expression is as calm as a still pond.

However, although he appeared to be as steady as an old dog, he felt increasingly uneasy in his heart, always suspecting that the other party was planning some big move.

In fact, the situation is very good now and everything is going according to plan.

The city lord's emotions are very stable, probably as stable as those of his family members.

The medicine has taken effect, so at least there is no need to worry about him becoming infected in a short period of time.

Just when Dr. Swain was worrying about how to get the mayor to drink the medicine, Miss Diana had already injected the medicine directly into the mayor's blood vessels. This was an epoch-making blow to medical technology, which made Dr. Swain quite disappointed. He also denounced the pharmacists in a roundabout way for going astray.

You know secret techniques and you are also a pharmacist. Anyway, you are one. Maybe this is the stubbornness of a healer.

The city lord is now sleeping soundly, his heartbeat is strong and his breathing is steady. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have no problem holding on for several days.

In order to avoid unexpected accidents, the fortress was strictly guarded.

The entrances and exits of the military camp are strictly guarded, and no unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter or exit. There are also two official soldiers guarding in front of the ward. Except for a few people who are granted permission, anyone who tries to enter will be killed.

The ward is guarded by several outsiders, ensuring that at least two people remain in the ward at all times, keeping an eye on the city lord's vital signs. Once a problem occurs, Dr. Swain will be notified immediately. Everyone is doing their best to protect the city lord's life, which is the only hope.

At the same time, the drug distribution work outside is also continuing intensively.

There are some problems here, but the difficulty lies not in the distribution work itself, but in the shortage of drugs.

Dr. Sven has been working at his best. Except for the one hour he left to pick up Lynch, he has not left the pharmacy. However, medicine cannot appear out of thin air. The raw materials are barely enough, but each step from the preparation of the herbs to the casting and mixing of the spells consumes a lot of time and energy. According to normal standards, it will take four or five days without sleep to prepare medicine for everyone in the city.

However, Lynch whispered to the two female doctors for a while, which resulted in the two women pointing at him and scolding him. But although he said no, his body was still honest, and he took action while the two women scolded him.

Add water, add more water.

Originally, one bottle of medicine could not only eliminate the plague elements absorbed by the body, but also generate temporary resistance for seventy-two hours. Now it's only twenty-four hours. No, that's not right. There are only twelve hours left. No, that's not right. It's actually eight hours.

It can't be any shorter, otherwise the treatment effect will be affected.

With this method, the time to complete drug distribution was shortened to tomorrow morning, and by the expected outbreak time at midnight tonight, only a small number of people could take the drug.

In other words, whether an epidemic will break out among those who have not taken the medicine, whether the final purification should be carried out, and whether Lynch and his team can achieve their goal, all depends on this gamble tonight.

Before the box is opened, no one knows whether the unfortunate cat is dead or alive, and the outcome will be revealed at midnight.

Time passed by minute by minute, from the sun at its zenith to the moon rising.

Waiting for the result was the most painful torture. As time got closer and closer to the end, the tension not only did not ease, but became more intense. To the point that Lynch had to rely on the Requiem Grass to calm his emotions.

But he is no longer the weakling he was when he first traveled through time. Not only has his strength become stronger, but also his fragile heart, which was originally that of an ordinary person, has become stronger.

No matter how panicked you are inside, you must remain calm on the surface.

It was he who proposed the plan, it was he who gave hope to the originally best efforts in distributing the medicine, and it was he who allowed the four people to see the possibility of reaping the human face fruit again.

Now he had unknowingly become the leader of everyone, Dr. Swen, Terry, hundreds of soldiers, more than 8,000 people in the city, and even the other three ladies. Everyone was looking at him. If he panicked first, everyone would lose their temper and there would be no need to fight this battle. No matter how panicked he was, he had to hold on.

Lin Qi finally understood the meaning of the saying that a man with a calm face and a calm mind can be a general. Perhaps this is the responsibility and commitment that a superior must have.

Humph, I'm no longer the same person I was before, damn old ghoul, you can't scare me.

But I'm still a little panicked.

Snapped.

A hand patted my shoulder hard.

I didn't even need to look, I could tell who it was by the strength. Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw Officer Natalie with a serious expression.

"Don't be nervous, relax. You are too tense and easily contaminated by filth and distorted." After several months of getting along, both sides are too familiar with each other. Lin Qi's emotions can't be hidden from this brave but careful woman. "Think about the good side."

"Hmm? Like?"

"For example..." The police officer tilted her head and thought for a long time before she said, "For example, only when everyone has taken the medicine and we have obtained the Human-Faced Fruit, can we really be sure of the result. So we can't rest assured even at midnight?"

"Thank you for listening to me. I am so sad."

Lin Qi patted the hand on his shoulder. It was a little rough but exceptionally warm. The temperature made his heart relax. He stretched hard and asked, "Is everything normal outside?"

"Yes, but the progress is slower than expected. I guess we won't be able to distribute them all by tomorrow morning. It will have to be delayed until the afternoon."

Hiss, isn't that the time when the original memory ended? The power of historical trajectory is really powerful. Lin Qi thought to himself and asked, "Why?"

"Ghouls aren't steam engines either. They'll get tired too. Don't worry. Everything is going well. The night was peaceful, and there are no infected people on the streets. Tomorrow's morning and afternoon shouldn't be much different."

"Don't say such things. It's a bit dangerous. If you sleep for a long time, you will inevitably have more nightmares." Lin Qi sighed, "It's just too peaceful. I feel uneasy. I hope there will be changes."

"Ok?"

"If the city lord is as important as I thought, then he should have used all means to make the final move. It is impossible for him to remain silent for ten hours. So it is so quiet. Either it means that the city lord is not that important to his plan and we guessed wrong, or it means... he still has one last resort. The emergence of variables can rule out the first possibility and also allow me to guess his final move..."

boom.

The door of the ward was pushed open forcefully, and Dr. Swain walked in with a serious expression, followed by Miss Diana.

"My father's letter is for you. He wants to make a deal with you." The female doctor walked up to Lynch, stared at his eyes strangely, and said in a deep voice, "He said that he can temporarily stop the outbreak of the plague until..."

Negotiations? This was an unexpected development.

Theoretically speaking, after distributing the medicine to everyone, this ceremony will most likely be terminated, that should be correct, neighbor.

【Well, it is like this now. 】

So time is on our side, that’s good news, but what’s with her expression?

Lynch frowned slightly: "Until what?"

"Until you leave your memories and return to your own time, kill the city lord so that his plan can continue."

A plot to sow discord?

Wait, what did you say until?
Lynch looked up at Dr. Swain in surprise and felt a chill down his spine.

(End of this chapter)