The red moon returns

Chapter 534 Big Problem

"Unfortunately, we failed this experiment, although it seemed successful. You follow me."

Ms. Nightingale led the five remaining people to the laboratory next door with a serious expression.

The bigwigs who came to celebrate and to inquire about the news had all left, and the third floor of the tower returned to its previous tranquility. Ms. Nightingale took the few people who stayed behind and went around to the laboratory next door.

Most of the samples here were taken away, only sample No. 4 was left. Most of the nuns who participated in the experiment also left. The remaining three were sorting out the experimental items. When they saw a group of people coming in, they immediately tactfully retreated. Only the princess, the duke, and Lynch were left in the room.

Finally, they had the opportunity to closely observe Patient No. 4, who was said to have been cured. Several people stepped forward and looked closely.

This was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with a pale face and a thin body. He should be a respectable person with some social status. But at this moment, he did not look respectable at all. Instead, he was like a shy child, screaming from time to time, trying hard to break free and hide.

Although he behaved like a wild beast, and a wild beast cub at that, he was at least not as crazy as before. This is an obvious improvement. Why do you say it failed?
Several people looked at each other in confusion, and Lynch asked, "So, ma'am, you mean that although he was cured, his memories and other things disappeared, and he completely degenerated into a larval state, so he was considered a failure?"

"No, he has indeed recovered. Normally, there will be no sequelae. His current behavior is just because his soul has not recovered yet, causing his own consciousness to be blocked. Now he is acting entirely on instinct. This is a very normal reaction. Most people will be able to slowly adjust themselves after a while and return to normal life."

The old woman had taken off her bird-beak mask and moved closer to the patient, skillfully checking various physical signs. She would occasionally lift up the patient's eyelids and mouth to observe more closely, without worrying that the patient would bite down like he did in the past:

"So from a medical perspective, the treatment was indeed successful, and no one can find any fault with it. Since I plan to make the results public, I dare not falsify such a critical issue. There are so many eyes watching us, and there are many professionals among us. If there is anything wrong, it will be discovered. By then, it will not only fail to relieve the mental pressure of the people, but will be a blow instead."

"Wait, you mean now?" Lin Qi was shocked. "In other words, there will be changes later? It is common for treatment to relapse, right? Don't they all need a certain observation period? It can't be said to be a failure."

"This is different from the observation period. There is a fundamental difference. If you want to promote it, you'd better do it as soon as possible. I can't even be sure if he won't suddenly return to his crazy state in a few hours."

Duke Wayne frowned and said, "Your Excellency Saint, what problem have you encountered? Although we don't understand the things in your world, with your status as a prince and me, perhaps we can help."

Nightingale sighed and explained:

"Thanks to the new ideas provided by Lynch, I discovered a problem that I had never discovered before during the experiment just now. The intensity of the external mystical plague is constantly changing, showing a linear increasing trend. Chairman Ole also mentioned this problem yesterday. He said that the rate at which the bottles are contaminated will become faster and faster as the plague outbreak approaches. In fact, this verifies the problem I discovered, but I didn't think about it in this direction at the time. It was not until the penetration test just now that I discovered that today's intensity is at least 5% stronger than when we completed the treatment experiment three days ago."

"So?" Lynch asked, "What will it lead to?"

"First, the most pressing problem." The old woman pointed at Patient No. 4 who was looking at them blankly. "I should have told you before the principle of treating him. It is to create a permeation channel on the resistance barrier outside his soul, allowing the mystery of the medicine to enter the soul and take effect. This permeable membrane actually has very high requirements. If the effect is a little weaker, the medicine cannot penetrate. But if it is a little stronger, it will not be able to resist the pressure from the outside world, allowing the mystical plague to break through the barrier and enter the soul."

Lin Qi nodded, but he was immediately moved. He had already thought of the problem. "It seems that you understand. The infiltration channel that is now open can temporarily block the erosion of the occult plague outside, but once the intensity of the plague outside continues to increase, the possibility of the barrier collapsing will become higher and higher, until the moment when it can no longer withstand the erosion comes."

Damn, it's true.

The vivid metaphor made the five people present immediately understand the crux of the problem.

This is already the minimum penetration effect, and it is impossible to continue to reduce it, otherwise there will be no therapeutic effect. However, this effect will soon be unable to stop the plague from the outside world. In other words, this is an almost unsolvable problem.

Are the people outside going to end up being disappointed?
Several people looked out the window in confusion. The city had already fallen into carnival.

As soon as the bar and restaurant opened, they were packed with guests. People listened to the literate guests reading the news from the newspaper aloud, over and over again, and they never got tired of listening to it. The raised glasses collided vigorously in the air, and the splashed wine splashed all over the sky, shining with colorful light under the sunlight outside the window, just like a rainbow.

The street outside is even more lively.

More and more citizens opened their doors that had been closed for days and took to the streets to vent their long-suppressed emotions.

People waved newspapers and photos in their hands, loudly praised the Goddess of Misery and His Majesty the King, and cursed the evil Shadow Alliance.

The crowd gradually gathered together, forming a huge parade along the street. Many people appeared from nowhere and distributed colorful flags and flowers on the street. The parade participants naturally took them and waved them, so the atmosphere of the parade became more and more lively, with laughter and joy, just like the annual Rand Day parade.

There was even more jubilation in the Crown Plaza, with countless people waving flags in unison and singing the same song.

"God Bless Rand", the national anthem of the Kingdom of Rand.

The plainclothes gentlemen and guards around were all infected. Although they did not move, they could not help but humming along. The passionate singing reached the sky. The joyful and exciting atmosphere could not dispel the chill in the hearts of Lynch and others.

"It's better not to add the third stage." Lin Qi frowned and said, "Although it has lost its healing effect, it can still be used as a vaccine. Panic is inevitable, but at least it won't cause people's confidence to collapse. At worst, we can buy more time through the vaccine and develop a special medicine for the infected. Maybe it will be in time."

"It's difficult. The infected are so aggressive. You know how much panic it will cause. Besides, this is only the most urgent problem. There will be more troublesome problems later." Nightingale smiled bitterly. "There are still about ten days before the plague breaks out. I'm not sure how high the mysterious strength will eventually reach, so I can't be sure. If it continues to increase at this speed, can the current barrier strength really stop the plague in ten days? I have my doubts about this."

(End of this chapter)