Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 35 The Secret of Number 13
Even after the SUV drove away from the scene, Ouyang's heart remained pounding. He didn't know where to go, but instinctively moved away from the scene.

After driving only two blocks, the doctor woke up slowly and started to whimper, as if he wanted to say something.

There happened to be a small park on the side of the road. Ou Yang stepped on the accelerator and drove in. He found an open space to park the car, dragged the doctor out of the car, and tied him tightly to a bench on the side of the road.

The doctor's eyes pleaded, but Ou Yang hardened his heart and turned a blind eye. He looked around, but couldn't find anything suitable. He simply dug out half a floor tile from under his feet and held it in his hand: "Tell me, what is so special about me?"

Being experimented on all the time has become a major concern for him.

The doctor whimpered and twisted his bound body desperately.

Ou Yang still turned a blind eye, his narrowed eyes gleaming with danger: "You won't tell me, right?"

Without hesitation, he smashed a brick into the doctor's foot.

The expected painful scene did not occur. The doctor just stared down at his injured foot as if nothing had happened.

Ou Yang was a little confused. What was going on? Not only was he paralyzed, but he was also unconscious?
I'll make you unconscious!

Ouyang threw another brick at the doctor's hand.

The doctor immediately struggled like a fish out of water, with a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but his mouth was still blocked and he could only make a whimpering sound.

He appears to be ruthless and cruel, but in fact he is just a coward.

Ou Yang weighed the brick and said, "Speak or not?"

The doctor nodded desperately and moved his jaw desperately to indicate that he couldn't speak.

Ou Yang sneered, took out a gun, and pulled the slide in a realistic manner. He watched the bullet in the ejection port release and the slide clicked back into place.

It looks like it's loaded, but it's not pulled all the way in and the bullet is still in the magazine.

After enough foreplay, Ou Yang put the gun to the doctor's forehead and ripped the rag from his mouth: "Speak!"

The doctor cried out in pain, but dared not speak loudly, looking pitiful and as if he had suffered a lot of injustice.

Ou Yang pointed his gun forward: "You're not going to tell me, right?"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" The doctor endured the pain, "Others are immune, but you're symbiotic!"

Ou Yang's heart moved: "Explain it clearly!"

He understands immunity, but what does symbiosis mean?
The doctor quickly explained, fearing another blow if he was slow to respond. "Other people with immune systems can't be parasitic, but you're different. Due to some currently unknown factor, the fungus can grow hyphae in your lungs, but it can't form bacteria, and thus can't progress to the second stage."

Ou Yang felt a little relieved when he heard this: "You mean I'm infected but not contagious, right?"

He probably won't end up looking as dead as Shirley, which is really good news.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The doctor nodded repeatedly.

"Then why do I feel anesthetized when I inhale the spores?"

"No, it's not anesthesia, it's analgesia," the doctor said. "Because the spores contain a huge amount of hallucinogenic substances, inhaling a small amount can have analgesic effects, clear your mind, and other effects. However, if ordinary people inhale it, they will be infected. Those who are immune to hallucinogenic substances are not sensitive to them. Only you are different."

Ou Yang couldn't help but be stunned. He finally understood what was going on with the abnormalities in his body. He also understood why the doctor had done so many comparative experiments on him and Jamie, and where the differences in the experiments came from.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Are there many people who are immune?"

"Not many, but not a few either." The doctor wanted to see if there was anyone around, to see if he could call for help from a stranger, but he didn't dare look away. "We don't know the incubation period of the fungus yet. We only know that the shortest is three days, so it's unclear how many people are immune. I personally don't think it's very many."

Ou Yang sneered: "I'm number 13. What about the 12 before me? Are they all immune?"

"Correct."

"Am I the only one in symbiosis?"

"You're the only one for now."

Ou Yang suddenly fell silent. The longer he remained silent, the more worried the doctor became about his safety. He tried to defend himself several times but didn't dare to speak.

The doctor is a typical American arrogance, and always thinks that Ou Yang is a very cowardly Oriental who dares not resist the Americans at all.

But the doctor's impression of Oriental people is that they are all devils and Koreans. Except for a small group of cattle who have forgotten their roots, who in the Eastern countries would be afraid of Americans?

I still say that, my grandfather beat your grandfather, and he beat him down, why should I be afraid of you? Ou Yang didn't care about the doctor's thoughts, he just knew that his secret must not be leaked: "Who knows this!"

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "A lot. Me, Carlos, and a few assistants."

"Who is Carlos?" Ou Yang didn't know this person, but since the doctor took the initiative to mention him, he was obviously an important person.

"That bearded guy who always follows me around."

This sentence reminded Ou Yang: "Who is Carlos? And who are the people who attacked the US military convoy?"

The doctor swallowed and whispered, "They are all police officers."

"What?" Ou Yang was shocked. "They are all police officers? How dare the police attack a military convoy?"

"Because you're unique, you have important research value." Thinking of what he had done, the doctor became even more nervous. "Studying immune people can only prevent those who haven't been infected from getting infected. If we can figure out why you stay healthy after being infected, we can save all those infected."

Ou Yang sneered: "You are so great!"

The doctor cursed and swore: "I swear to God, everything I said is true!"

Ou Yang didn't disbelieve it, he just found it too unexpected, but when he thought about it carefully, it made sense.

In the current city, the most powerful force is naturally the military, and the second most powerful force is 99% likely to be the police.

The reason why they are not so sure is that there are too many guns among the civilian population in the United States, and there are many shooting clubs and large gun stores. It is entirely possible to form an armed force with strong firepower to suppress the police.

But then again, Ou Yang doesn't think the attack was really the police's fault.

The military's organizational structure is very tight, and can be said to be an ironclad entity.

The police are different. Their organizational structure is relatively loose. With Brown Bear City in chaos and a large number of police officers infected, the police would have fallen apart long ago.

Therefore, it is more likely that the people involved in the attack were a group of blackened police officers, rather than the entire police force.

should be.

He was even more convinced that his secrets must not be leaked, otherwise, whether it was the US military, the US police or other forces, the only idea would be to lock him up and continue researching him.

But then again, it seems like quite a lot of people know this secret.

First were the US military, followed by the police officers involved in the attack, and the researchers in the laboratory.

Even the military failed to keep this secret, let alone the police and researchers. There is a high possibility that the information will be leaked to irrelevant people.

After a few days of fermentation, the news might have spread, and all the forces, big and small, in Brown Bear City knew that there was a special immune person.

Damn, my headache!

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　　Today a book friend posted a message and asked a lot of questions, but it was deleted by the system as soon as I replied to it.

　　I didn't delete it, I was also surprised.

　　Here are some questions that you might have misunderstood:

　　First, Lonske definitely has a private jet, but it takes time to prepare for takeoff, and it would be faster to grab a passenger plane that is ready for takeoff, which is reflected in the book.

　　Second, the United States is not in chaos, it is only Brown Bear City that is in chaos, and Brown Bear City is not in complete chaos, and the protagonist is an ordinary person who will not take action unless it is absolutely necessary.

　　Third, the setup is long. If we start right off with a story about severely infected people attacking an airport, wouldn't everyone be confused? A story must have a beginning and a development, with dialogue, interaction, and character development. Wouldn't it be better to just skip all that and just give out the outline?

　　Fourth, updates are slow. I'm already approaching 50, and my energy is far less than it used to be. If I write too much too quickly, the quality plummets. Every day, I write first, then revise. The chapters you see so far have all been revised at least once. Writing 8,000 words and posting 4,000 is the norm. If I don't have time to revise the first day, I often have to do it the next day. I've already thought of the plot, but no matter how I write, it's almost a daily occurrence that the words don't quite capture my meaning.

　　Finally, after so many failures, this one seems to have some hope. I implore everyone to continue to support it!

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