Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 12 Concentrated Outburst
A big melon satisfied everyone's gossip, but soon a new commotion broke out in the crowd - a young and beautiful nurse, as if she had taken some wrong medicine, was tearing her clothes as she walked. If she hadn't been stopped by the bystander Lao Mi, she would have run away naked.

Zhu Yiming looked regretful: "Oh my god, are all American girls so bold?"

Just as Ou Yang was about to speak, a doctor stumbled out of the crowd, slipped, and fell heavily to the ground. However, he immediately turned around as if he felt nothing, and retreated repeatedly using his hands and feet.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly ripped open his collar, pulled out the cross hanging on his chest, clenched it tightly in his hand, and roared at the empty air: "Devil, in the name of God, I command you to retreat, retreat - Hallelujah, retreat -"

His facial features were distorted by fear, his voice was high-pitched and shrill, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhu Yiming felt a chill running down his spine. "Oh, no, why is this so creepy?"

Ou Yang also began to wonder: Could there really be an invisible devil?

The expressions of the others varied. Brother Zhang looked disdainful, Uncle Hu was confused, Aunt Guo's eyes flickered, and He Qianqian and classmate Ma looked bewildered.

At this time, another fat man weighing at least 300 pounds rushed out, running and rolling with extremely clumsy movements. After struggling to get up, he used his hands as guns and his mouth as voice, firing continuously into the empty air.

The fat on his body was piled up in layers, shaking and trembling with the movement of firing.

Ou Yang's mouth twitched, and Zhu Yiming commented sarcastically: "What is this? Has Michelin become a spirit?"

There are noisy ones and of course quiet ones. A female nurse holding a syringe looks like she is holding a goblet filled with red wine, walking out of the crowd with an elegant cat walk and full of charm. If she changes her nurse uniform into an evening gown, she will be a socialite at an upper-class dinner party!
Behind the socialite, a bald man in his fifties was squatting in a horse stance, his hands imaginary on a nonexistent table. His expression was dignified and intimidating without even anger: "What? The Russians are blitzkrieging Paris? London is about to fall? Where are our aircraft carriers? Where are our aircraft carriers!"

Zhu Yiming's eyes lit up: "He thinks he's the President of the United States? He's got big ideas!"

Ou Yang was speechless, thinking to himself, what are you trying to do?

Zhu Yiming wasn't the only one who started the commotion. Perhaps upon hearing the word "Paris," a male cleaner raised his mop with a tragic expression and sang in a grotesque baritone: "la volonté du peuple, Età la santé du progrès..."

"What is he singing?" Ou Yang asked.

He didn't understand the language, but he felt the melody was powerful and exciting.

"I don't know, it seems to be French." Zhu Yiming said.

"The people's song! He was singing the people's song!" Brother Zhang said with certainty. "The background is the French Revolution."

Ou Yang's face was disheveled in the wind. "Well, Paris fell over there, and the great revolution began over here. You two cooperated quite well, didn't you?"

No, it's time for someone to step forward and pretend to be a righteous comrade, confronting this fake president face to face.

Another cleaner jumped out, performed a few clumsy sword moves with a broom, and stared at the baritone with extreme approval: "May the force be with you!"

Ouyang understood. Were the Jedi Knights going to support the French people in overthrowing Louis XVI? Had the Templars agreed to this?
He suddenly had a sense of separation, like the Terracotta Warriors fighting against aliens. It was very strange and wonderful.

This mental state is really unique.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind everyone: "On the outside, I am a well-educated lady, but deep down, I am a rebellious person!"

This is an African-American flight attendant who is at least fifty years old.

Uncle Hu blew his beard and glared: "What the hell, you don't even take a piss and look at yourself, do you think you are Ruth?"

Coincidentally, another aunt said, "Sir, you are really not a gentleman."

An elderly pilot immediately chimed in: "Miss, you're not a lady either." A hoarse cry echoed from afar: "Long live Demacia!"

Zhu Yiming whispered: "Orcs will never be slaves!"

Ouyang...

"No, why are you joining in the fun?"

Zhu Yiming chuckled: "It was so easy to say, I couldn't help it."

"Alas!" Ou Yang sighed, clutching his forehead. "What the hell is going on?"

He felt like he was going schizophrenic and was so exhausted!
Zhu Yiming: "Hey, if the costumes and makeup are up to par, will there be a sense of time and space confusion?"

"What's wrong? This is just a fucking hodgepodge of time and space!" Brother Zhang said angrily and amusedly.

I have to say that this description is very appropriate. All kinds of strange behaviors emerged one after another, and soon the terminal became a mess.

Protective clothing was called in immediately, but the chaos was too big and the situation could not be controlled for a while.

Fortunately, most people are just immersed in their own world and do not pose any harm to others. At most, they are a little startled and a bit challenging to the heart.

But there were a very few people who suddenly changed their expressions. A small, silent man quietly took out a pen, suddenly strangled Lao Mi in front of him, and stabbed his carotid artery several times, causing blood to splatter immediately; another strong man suddenly went berserk, picked up his luggage and smashed it around; there were also people who took advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters and sneak towards the exit.

The military does not tolerate any problems at all. Those who are not dangerous are subdued and sent to isolation. If anyone is found to be dangerous, they are shot without saying a word and the body is dragged into the tent.

It took more than an hour for the chaos to slowly subside.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a sense of unreality as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Zhu Yiming whispered, "Have you noticed? Most of the people who have problems are doctors and nurses, or people at the airport!"

"Didn't the American soldiers say that there are two explosive points, one is the hospital and the other is the airport." Brother Zhang didn't find it strange at all.

"What's going on? Why are we being held here?" Uncle Hu was completely dejected. "We've dealt with people at the airport before, and we've also dealt with people at the hospital..."

He Qianqian didn't say anything, but when she heard this, her eyes became sore and she started crying again.

If Zhu Yiming could notice it, it was naturally impossible for Lao Mi, who was everywhere at the airport, to ignore it.

They started with a small-scale discussion, and then the voices grew louder and louder. The doctors, nurses, and airport staff who were not in trouble were directly angered by the large number of Americans. Insults and questioning were heard everywhere. Some people kept looking for protective clothing and demanded that the military immediately take custody of the remaining medical staff.

Most people think that since these people have been in contact with patients for so long, it is only a matter of time before they get sick. If they themselves are also infected, it will also be the fault of these people.

There was also Lao Mi who protested loudly and demanded that the military give an explanation.

Ou Yang couldn't help but sigh: "It was finally quiet for a while, why is it chaotic again!"

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　　This chapter is a bit confusing, just understand the meaning of confusion. This kind of large-scale collective confusion will probably not happen again in the future.

　　
　
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