NABC Chapter 131: Volunteer Zhao Dahai
Chapter 131: Volunteer Zhao Dahai
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Zhang Ze met with two other volunteers.
One of them appeared to be a professional drug test subject. He completed all the medical examinations with great ease, received his room number, and then moved in to wait for his injection.
The other man, who looked honest and simple, seemed to be doing this for the first time.
"Hey? Aren't you Boss Zhang?"
"You know me?" Zhang Ze looked at the short, stocky man in front of him. "I don't remember you. You must have mistaken me for someone else."
"No, you're Zhang, the owner of the haunted house in Hanjiang City next door, right? I remember you very well; you saved my life."
Zhang Ze: ?
He truly has absolutely no recollection of it.
The man continued, "I used to work in Hanjiang City. It was a dark and stormy night when I received a text message from my ex-girlfriend, asking me to meet her at the Hanjiang Bridge. I went without hesitation, overjoyed that I could rekindle our romance."
"When I got there, I found my ex-girlfriend struggling and calling for help in the river. There were many people around urging me to go down and save her, so I jumped into the water without thinking. But when I swam to the middle of the river, I couldn't find any trace of my ex-girlfriend."
"Not only could I not find my ex-girlfriend, but even the people on the shore who were urging me to save her vanished as if they had never existed. I wanted to go back to shore, but it felt like a hand was reaching out from the water to grab my feet and drag me deeper into the water..."
"The last thing I saw before I drowned was a flock of crows. You pulled me ashore and saved me!"
Zhang Ze remembered.
At that time, he and Chen Ge were exploring the Donghai Road Film and Television Base instance together.
Yue Pan reported that the Ghost Story Research Company was creating videos that caused the deaths of innocent people. In response, Zhang Ze released thousands of crows that covered the entire western suburbs of Hanjiang City, saving dozens of people who had been affected by supernatural phenomena.
"Actually, I didn't want to live anymore. I'm a failure. My family spent tens of thousands of yuan to send me to university, but I couldn't find a job after graduation! My parents passed away before I got married, and I even had to borrow money to buy them coffins."
"My ex-girlfriend broke up with me, and I had nothing left. After what happened, I really thought about ending my life."
"Later, I went to your haunted house and experienced the scene from The Ring. Through virtual reality, you showed me real horror and showed me that there are people who are even worse off than me. From then on, I understood that the meaning of life is not about comparing yourself to others, but about living a good life!"
The man talked to Zhang Ze for a long time.
It's clear that he's somewhat introverted. The more introverted he is, the more he'll ramble on and on when he knows people even slightly.
Zhang Ze didn't even know his name.
He had already completely exposed his underwear.
"Okay, I understand."
"So you went to Hanhai City to participate in this drug trial because it pays well, right? But I advise you to turn back now. The mortality rate of this drug is very high, and it may have unpredictable consequences."
Zhang Ze saw the man's name on the tag on his chest.
Zhao Dahai.
His name is just like that of an ordinary person, just like his appearance.
"No, you can earn 10 yuan just by participating in the drug trial."
"Once I earn 10 yuan, I'll save enough to get married, so my parents will have no regrets in the afterlife."
"What's more terrifying than poverty than death?"
Zhang Ze was speechless.
Such classic mechanical thinking.
Zhao Dahai was so stubborn. He risked his life to do drug testing, just to save enough money to get married. Zhang Ze didn't know what to say.
Forget it.
Since I've already spent money at my own haunted house, I'm too lazy to complain.
"In that case, good luck." After saying that, Zhang Ze prepared to collect his number. The injection time was uniform, and he only had less than ten minutes left.
Wesker demanded that the injection be administered at midnight.
So they are all waiting.
"Mr. Zhang, you're not short of money, why are you participating in this drug trial?"
"I see you run such a big haunted house, and with such a good reputation, you should be making a lot of money..."
"Hey, hey, don't rush off!"
Zhao Dahai wanted to say something more.
Zhang Ze was too lazy to listen to his rambling. He took a clean little tag from the staff member with the number 3 on it, which meant he was the third person to receive the injection.
Back in the room, one wall of frosted glass was one-way transparent, so Zhang Ze couldn't see outside, but those outside could see everything happening inside.
The room was clean, and the number plate was also clean.
Zhang Ze, however, was able to keenly detect a trace of blood.
This must be the smell of blood left behind from the deaths of more than one or two people. No matter how much you wash it, you can't completely get rid of the stench.
Zhang Ze pressed the call button.
"Volunteer number three, what do you need?"
"Excuse me, how many experiments have been conducted at this location?"
"More than twenty sessions, and including the other two rooms, a total of sixty volunteers participated in the drug trials," the staff member replied.
"How many survived in total?"
"..."
"I'm asking you, how many people survived in total?"
"This is none of your business. If you don't need anything else, please prepare your injection."
It was midnight.
Several staff members wearing white protective suits with the Umbrella logo printed on them entered the room. Through the brief gap in the door, Zhang Ze noticed that Wesker, mentioned in the Nightmare Mission, was outside the room, observing the reaction inside.
This Wesker...
She looks so much like her character in the game!
A standard buzz cut, flashy sunglasses, and the face of a burly Western man—the problem is, how could such a thing possibly become a reality? It's simply illogical.
Could it be another kind of strange tale similar to the disappearance of media?
Zhang Ze simply couldn't understand it.
No matter what he thinks.
The staff wrapped Zhang Ze with bandages, tightened them around his veins, and touched Zhang Ze's wrist with their hands. Their expressions immediately turned very strange.
He discovered... Zhang Ze seemed to have no pulse.
Where are your blood vessels?
Why do you look like you're not breathing?
Why is your skin so cold?
The staff were completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Ze paused for a few seconds, then said, "Why don't you try again?"
The staff pressed down on Zhang Ze's wrist again and finally found a faint pulse and a vein that could be used for injection. Only then did the fear on his face ease slightly.
After injecting Zhang Ze with a vial of dark red liquid.
They fled as if they were running away.
After closing the door, Zhang Ze felt that nothing seemed amiss, but Wesker's cold voice came from outside the room:
"Please stay in your rooms for the next 24 hours. You may request food, water, or toilet access. Our staff will meet all your needs."
"Please make sure all your health indicators are normal. If any abnormalities occur, you must inform me immediately."