Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 402 Area of ​​Effect

Underground monitoring room.

Wan Lin looked at Ou Yang, who was fully armed, and asked in a heavy tone, "Are you ready?"

Ou Yang patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, there's no problem."

Wan Lin pursed his lips, his gaze complex.

As their parting was imminent, he wanted to say something, but at this moment, he felt that no words would be enough, and he didn't know where to begin.

Ouyang, on the contrary, felt relaxed and straightened the collar of his tactical vest: "What will you do after I leave?"

"What else can we do but wait for you to call for help?" Wan Lin said casually.

What if we can't wait?

“Then we’ll completely seal off the base and conduct experiments while we wait,” Wan Lin said. “There are still plenty of supplies here, enough to last me for eight to ten years. Don’t worry, I will never let the base fall into enemy hands.”

Ou Yang gave a wry smile: "That's not what I meant..."

Wan Lin smiled without saying a word, but his eyes revealed an unwavering determination.

Ou Yang wanted to say a few more words of advice, but he didn't know where to begin his rant.

Should Wan Lin be persuaded to leave?

Stop joking. He has no idea what he'll encounter after returning to Earth. If things go smoothly, he might escape; if not, he might fall into enemy hands.

Want to take Wan Lin on an adventure?
If we all fall into enemy hands, wouldn't we be doomed?

Should we advise him to stay obediently in the base? If he doesn't receive rescue, he'll just starve to death.

Thinking of this, Ou Yang solemnly promised: "Don't worry, unless I die, I will definitely send the message back."

"It's nothing." Wan Lin shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll send it if I can, and if I can't, so be it. It wouldn't be good if there were any unnecessary casualties because of me."

"Don't worry." Ouyang took a deep breath. "I'm leaving. Take care!"

"Take care of yourself!"

The two turned around at the same time; Ouyang walked towards the elevator, while Wanlin walked towards the control panel.

Ou Yang stepped into the elevator, turned around, and looked at the closing doors that blocked Wan Lin's back.

Wan Lin slowly walked to the control panel, his heart filled with barely suppressed sadness, but without any hesitation, he clicked the mouse several times on the control software.

Inside the tunnel, several pre-prepared elevator cars started one by one, moving towards the ground with spacing between them.

The elevator Ou Yang was in was the last one in line, and it wasn't right behind the others, but rather it stopped quietly at a fork in the road.

On the ground, it was already night. Belling Island was pitch black except for the area near the tunnel entrance, where a group of armed men stood guard, unable to rest even at night.

The movement of several elevator cars out of the tunnel immediately attracted the attention of the armed men, but no one dared to approach them. Instead, they watched from a distance, tacitly maintaining a safe distance.

By this time, Alexis had already returned to the main island.

He left for two reasons: first, it was getting late and he felt unsafe staying on Belling Island; second, the buildings there were either destroyed or demolished, and if he didn't want to stay in a tent, he would have to go back to the main island.

It didn't matter that Alexis wasn't there; the leader in charge was his confidant, and with a glance, he immediately selected the unlucky 2.0 version.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, filled with sympathy, relief, pity, and ridicule, the guy timidly moved to the elevator.

The armed men around him had already drawn their guns, ready to open fire at the slightest sign of trouble. But this unlucky fellow was shrewd; instead of pressing the elevator button with his bare hand, he found a nearly two-meter-long wooden stick, poked the button with the end, threw down the stick, and ran away.

They ran away with their heads in their hands.

However, there were no groups of infected people in the elevator, only a burning brazier!

Strange!

The unlucky guy couldn't understand why there was such a thing in the elevator.

Others were also puzzled, and some even speculated that it might be a kind of witchcraft originating from the East!

Religion is prevalent among foreigners, and many believe in it, while those who believe in materialism are in the minority.

The remaining elevators were basically the same; one of them didn't even have a brazier.

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

But the situation quickly changed. The unlucky guy closest to the elevator suddenly noticed that the elevators were slowly deforming and stretching, growing eyes, ears, mouths, and noses. The open elevator doors turned into bottomless, blood-red maws that lunged at him.

The unlucky guy suddenly let out a sharp popping sound.

Everyone else looked over, completely baffled as to what had gotten into this guy.

Then there is no more.

The fire pits weren't burning ordinary fuel, but spores encased in paraffin wax.

These braziers had been burning in the elevator for some time, releasing large amounts of phagocytic toxins.

And that elevator that looks like it has nothing in it is actually sealed with a high concentration of phagocytogen aerosol!

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a gentle breeze blew, and a large amount of hallucinogen spread with the wind. Unbeknownst to them, the armed men present were all inhaling it!
One by one, the group fell into all sorts of bizarre illusions, but most of their illusions fell into two categories.

First, some people wear happy smiles, either because they are in a hallucination returning to the pre-pandemic era or fantasizing about the pandemic ending and life returning to normal. Second, some are trapped in hallucinations of battle, ghosts, mutations, or other similar scenarios, with terrifying and chaotic scenes, causing them to show fear and panic, shouting and firing indiscriminately, not only at others but also, in many cases, committing suicide.

There are many other types of illusions, but these two are the absolute mainstream.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night; the kind of illusion you enter is not without clues.

The first type of illusion usually occurs because of unsatisfactory circumstances and a deep longing for a peaceful and ordinary life; the second type of illusion occurs because of a sinister and ruthless nature and too many negative emotions.

In short, the scene was chaotic, with many people running away without a clue and disappearing into the darkness.

More than ten minutes later, another elevator emerged from the tunnel. The elevator doors opened, and Ou Yang hid inside, cautiously peering out.

The ground was littered with corpses lying in pools of blood, and some people were standing or walking, some smiling, some lost in thought, and some looking dazed. The situation was not bad, and Ouyang was quite satisfied.

The time for returning to Earth is not chosen arbitrarily.

It would be safer to arrive later, but the distance between the main island and Belling Island is not far. After receiving news of the chaos on Belling Island, reinforcements could arrive in as little as half an hour.

Too early is also not good. The hallucinogen has just spread, and the enemy trapped in the hallucination can do anything. The situation is too dangerous to get out of control.

At this moment, they were right between the two extremes. The most panicked, chaotic, and deadly moment had passed, and even those who fired indiscriminately had run out of bullets.

Ouyang immediately rushed out of the elevator and fled the scene as fast as he could, running wildly through the darkness until he finally hid near the dock.

All he had to do was hide here, find an opportunity to seize a ship, and then return to Saint-Va.

(End of this chapter)