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Only then did they discover that in addition to his face, Chu Ming's body and hands were also covered with large patches of red rashes and blisters, especially the scars from previous injuries, which were the hardest hit areas of infection.
Probably because he had been seriously injured before and had not yet recovered, his immunity was relatively low, and he had inhaled too many viruses on a large scale, causing him to lose consciousness completely. Facing the invasion of the virus, he had no ability to resist and could only fall into a deep coma on the bed.
There was a slight tremor in Huibara Ai's fingers as she examined her. She stood frozen in place, a strong sense of self-blame sweeping over her.
If Chu Ming had not been seriously injured because of her, he would not be completely defenseless when facing the virus now.
As expected, just as Vermouth said, she brought disaster and misfortune to others everywhere, so she might as well just go back to the organization...
Brother Chu Ming is obviously a member of the organization, how did things turn out like this?
Could it be Granburch's doing? He felt that Chu Ming was always threatening him with his own affairs, so he was secretly tripping him up and killing him?
Or did Gin feel that Chu Mingge's behavior was over the line and just wanted to teach Chu Mingge a lesson, but he didn't expect that Chu Mingge would suffer such serious injuries?
Haibara Ai felt like she was wrapped up in too many negative emotions and she was almost suffocating.
Conan looked at Huiyuan Ai's frowning brows and asked carefully, "How is Chu Ming brother's condition?"
Although it was obvious at first glance that Chu Ming's current situation was not very optimistic, Conan still asked a professional, hoping to get the answer he expected from Haibara Ai.
Huihara Ai was very sad. She looked at Chu Ming's eyebrows that were unconsciously frowned because of the discomfort. She was silent for a long time before speaking: "It's not very good. The old injuries have not healed yet, and the virus is fierce. Brother Chu Ming is already unconscious now. If the temperature can't be reduced in time-"
Conan searched the entire room anxiously, but at a glance, there was nothing in the room, let alone tools that could provide any help.
What to do now?
The people in the room had no other options except to sit around Chu Ming and watch him in pain, feeling anxious.
*
Chu Ming leaned against the door, feeling the points rising sharply, and smiled with satisfaction.
Vodka, who was standing by, saw Chu Ming sticking to the door with a nervous smile, but he didn't dare to ask. He just waited for Chu Ming to look at him and asked cautiously, "What should we do now?"
"Notify the Microbiology Research Institute. When we start spreading the virus, we will contact the authorities to express our willingness to join the vaccine research. As the institute that researched the virus, the authorities will not refuse." Chu Ming regretted that he didn't have a cigarette, otherwise he would have lit up a cigarette and the image would have been perfect.
"The police officer named Nakamori should have secretly contacted the police by now. After all, I didn't take back the phone those kittens gave him. Compared with the intervention of the United States, Japan must hope that the country can save itself. After all, liking to lick is one thing, and having to lick is another."
"Okay, but this virus will basically heal itself within seven days. It would be very suspicious if we come up with an antidote within seven days, right?" Vodka sometimes doesn't like to use his brain, but that doesn't mean he has no brains at all.
Chu Ming glanced at Vodka and reminded him, "I didn't say we could develop an antidote on our own. And you didn't pay attention to the information. The Microbiology Research Institute claimed to have bought this virus from a certain institute in the United States. Although it was transferred from one hand to the other by the organization, outsiders don't know about it."
Vodka thought blankly for a long time, and asked tentatively: "You are not trying to put the blame on the FBI..."
Chu Ming patted Vodka's shoulder vigorously and praised him: "As expected of you, Afu. I knew you understood me!"
Vodka grimaced in pain and was speechless.
This doesn't mean he understands him at all. It's obvious that he knows that Granburch can't come up with any good ideas and is gloomy all day long.
"Try to reveal some of the facts to Bourbon. Once he knows that this was the work of the FBI, he will vigorously promote cooperation between the Institute of Microbiology and the authorities." Chu Ming was very interested as he told the story he wrote and directed himself.
"The FBI was ambitious and attempted to infringe upon Japan's economic and political sovereignty under the pretext of a small virus. At this critical moment, an unknown hero (Bourbon) stepped forward and successfully seized the antidote from the FBI and handed it over to the authorities. With the joint efforts of the institute and the Japanese authorities, the antidote was successfully developed during the best virus control period, saving the entire Japan from disaster."
"Wow, it is said that America likes this kind of personal heroic movie the most! I found that in addition to my talent in writing, I also have the potential to be a screenwriter. It's time to put the TV series I had imagined before on the agenda." Chu Ming touched his chin, quite excited.
The corners of Vodka's mouth twitched. As expected of Granburch, this plan was extremely dramatic.
Chu Ming turned around and ordered: "By the way, I have already discussed with Gin that the highlight moment this time will be given to Bourbon. I told Bourbon that we need a member with a good image outside to expand the organization's business, so that it will be easier to collect intelligence. Double agent, Bourbon should like it very much, right?"
"Is Bourbon really an undercover? But didn't you say you wanted to try to get him into the organization? Why did you let him go back?" Vodka was a little worried. Although Bourbon was an undercover, he was so efficient in carrying out his missions. I really wish there were more of them.
Ever since Bourbon started taking on most of the complicated tasks, he no longer had to stay up late and work around the clock with his brother.
I remember when I followed my elder brother, my highest record was seven days and seven nights spent on a mission. By the end my mind was a mess and driving became my instinct.
Now, I can basically get a good night's sleep every day, and even go to an idol fan meeting occasionally.
And most of the action team has time to accompany Granburch to act out the script these days.
All this is thanks to the man who silently dedicated himself to the intelligence team - the great wine, Bourbon.
So when Vodka thought about this, he was worried that Bourbon had come to terms with it and no longer wanted to be an undercover agent. Wouldn't that mean he would have to return to his dark and shady missions?
"Impossible. Don't worry, Bourbon won't be willing to leave the organization. He has obsessions here that he can't let go of." Chu Ming was very confident about this. Zhu Fu Jingguang died in the organization. People like Bourbon would not give up lurking in the organization.
And even if there is a chance——
Chu Ming thought of Zhu Fu Jingguang's body that he saw in the BOSS's laboratory, and lowered his eyes slightly.
Even if Bourbon really gives up and wants to leave the organization, it depends on whether he agrees.
After all, he was planning to "train" Bourbon to be a hard-working second-generation model worker.
And he has a good way of controlling Bourbon.
If Bourbon doesn't want his good brother to become a zombie -
Chapter 546 Do you want to be a good person?
After arranging everything, Chu Ming returned to the hall with vodka.
As soon as he entered, he felt the murderous gazes of Kogoro Mori and others staring at him.
"Where did you take Xiaolan and the others? Come to me if you have any problems! Don't hurt Xiaolan!" Maori Kogoro said as he wanted to rush towards Chu Ming again. It was Officer Nakamori, Dr. Agasa and others who stopped him and prevented him from rushing over to get killed.
"Hiss - by now, they should have come face to face with the virus. What a pity, you didn't see how panicked they were when they went in. It was so beautiful. I should have taken a picture for you to enjoy. Otherwise, I would be the only one seeing this scene. What a pity~"
Chu Ming laughed morbidly, deliberately provoking Maori Kogoro, "And the next time you see them, their faces will probably be covered with blisters and rashes. Alas, you can't even see your lovely daughter for the last time. What a pity, what a pity——"
Sure enough, before Chu Ming finished his drawn-out voice, Maori Kogoro's eyes turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he almost wanted to break through the joint blockade of several people. He even turned a blind eye to the guns pointed at him: "You beasts! Do you still have humanity? They are just a bunch of underage children!!! You can even do this to children, you——"
"We all have one life. Is it humane to kill an adult?" Chu Ming pretended to be confused and misinterpreted his meaning. "You are indeed a famous detective. Your logic is different from others. Why don't you join us? We will do inhumane things and let you do humane things."
Chianti was listening to Chu Ming's nonsense and after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I will kill you--" Maori Kogoro was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of tears, "Xiaolan--"
Chu Ming looked at the almost crazy Maori Kogoro, fumbled in his pocket, and took out another ampoule containing the virus: "I advise you to be quiet, I am going to pour the virus out of this bottle?"
Kogoro Mori ignored him. He couldn't even save his own daughter, so who had the time to care about other people's lives?
Officer Nakamori has just secretly contacted the Metropolitan Police Department using the phone that the red Siamese cat gave him. The police are currently stepping up efforts to evacuate people along the entire road from Tokyo to Osaka, but Japan is such a small land, how far can they evacuate people?
If the virus really wants to spread, it probably won’t take long.
He was already extremely anxious, and now seeing Chu Ming take out a virus from somewhere, he was so anxious that he was sweating all over his face, but he didn't know what to do.
Chu Ming looked at the people who were as silent as a cicada and Maori Kogoro who was trying to stammer but was stopped by everyone, and he couldn't help laughing, and then -
He opened the window and poured the virus out.
"What are you doing! Didn't you say that he wouldn't fall down if he calmed down?" Officer Nakamori felt like his heart was about to stop.
Virus!!
The virus is down!!!
The virus has spread to the land of Japan!!!
Oh my god, Japan is so dirty—
Chu Ming threw the bottle down after pouring it, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and turned back with an innocent look: "I didn't say that, don't imagine it, what I meant was - be quiet, look, I'm going to pour it."
Seeing that Chu Ming was about to stir up public anger in the living room, Lafitte was afraid that Chu Ming would be torn to pieces by the angry crowd, so he helped him attract hatred: "Okay, don't waste time talking to these people. Sooner or later, they will all be drug testers. Why are you talking so much?"
Chu Ming glanced at everyone with contempt: "If you're bored, it's not bad to play with monkeys - look at all the different kinds of people, don't you think it's interesting?"
Lafitte looked at the group of people who were almost mentally exhausted by Chu Ming's torture, and pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly. He really didn't feel that way.
And now in Tokyo.
The tube of virus that Chu Ming poured was blown away by the wind in the air. Part of it fell into the river, and the other part, like blown raindrops, scattered on the children running happily in the amusement park.
"Mom, it's raining." A little boy held a Kamen Rider toy and tilted his head to wipe a drop of water from his forehead. "I feel water falling on my head."
A woman in a skirt next to the boy looked at him with a gentle smile: "No, Xiaoren, it will be sunny all day today, you——"
Before she finished speaking, fear and panic appeared on her face uncontrollably: "Xiao Ren, your face - is there anything wrong with you?"
She hugged her child who was slowly sliding down in panic, and was helpless to find that the child's face and hands, which had just touched the water droplets, began to develop fine red rashes one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye. There were also some transparent blisters in between, which looked extremely terrifying.
Children around them also began to be infected one after another. They screamed, cried, and shouted, and the whole place was in chaos.
Someone suddenly shouted, "Could it be that the red Siamese cats have released a virus here? Didn't they say that they would do something within seven days?"
In an instant, the entire amusement park was like a boiling pot, and everyone rushed outside, trying to leave this virus-contaminated place.
You pushed and shoved me, crowding around like headless flies. Some people fell down and no one even bothered to stop. The situation was out of control and chaos became the synonym of the time.
The security guards in the amusement park tried to keep people in the park. After all, anyone with a little bit of common sense knew that once everyone in the amusement park dispersed, it would be like water dropping into the sea, and it would be difficult to control them again.
But it was no use, absolutely no use. A few security guards were completely unable to stop the crowd that was pouring out. They could only watch as a large group of people carrying the virus came out of the amusement park gate and scattered among the crowd like scattered sand in the desert.
A moment later, after receiving the news, the fully armed police rushed to the gate of the amusement park, which was already deserted, with a solemn expression: "All citizens who appeared in the amusement park must be sent to the hospital for isolation. Otherwise, with the contagiousness of this virus, the whole of Japan is estimated to be on the verge of collapse."
At this time, Chu Ming was completely unaware of the police's predicament, but Chu Ming leisurely opened his phone to contact Bourbon.
"Do you want to be a good person, Bourbon? Your chance has finally come. Opportunities always belong to those who are prepared. Get ready!"
Bourbon received the news at this time and asked: What is Granburch doing again?
Chapter 547 Who do you think you are?
While waiting for Bourbon's reply, Gin and the others had already put on gas masks. Chianti and Cohen had also poured the virus into the reservoir on the airship, and then sprinkled it evenly onto the ground along the downward air vents of the airship.
Chu Ming took the gas mask that Gin handed him and put it on. Through the window, he could see fine water droplets drifting downwards with the wind.
The airship was flying very high, and Chu Ming looked down with interest. All the scenery on the ground became as small as ants. Even though his vision had been enhanced many times, it was still difficult for him to see the reactions of people on the ground with his naked eyes.
But even though he didn't see the scenery he wanted to see, Chu Ming was still very excited. He leaned on the window sill, watching the scenery below pass by his feet. His voice sounded a little muffled through the mask: "Is everything arranged?"
Gin nodded and stood by the window with him: "It's all arranged. There are bombs installed by several red Siamese cats on the airship. We can use them."
Chu Ming glanced at Maori Kogoro and others who were ready to make a move because there were fewer people in the living room. He sneered and said, "Don't be too impulsive, otherwise I don't mind having a few more people testing the medicine here. After all, you will be infected sooner or later in Japan anyway. The sooner you get infected, the sooner you can enjoy it, and the later you get infected, the more you can survive."
"..." If looks could kill, Chu Ming would have been cut into pieces countless times.
Seeing everyone glaring at him, Chu Ming shook his head covered with a gas mask, his smile couldn't be hidden even by the mask: "Look at you guys, it's just a virus, don't worry too much, those of you who are exposed to the virus on the front line won't survive anyway, I'm not afraid to tell you. Our employer is still very kind, when a large-scale outbreak begins in Japan, the employer will definitely bring the antidote to move in, as for the time of moving in - it depends on how tough your officials are."
Seeing these robbers confidently saying that they would not survive, the Red Siamese Cat members who were mixed up in the Red Team were a little bit overwhelmed. Mizukawa Masaki, who was pretending to be a producer of Nichimi TV, burst into tears: "If I had known earlier, I would not have boarded the airship today. Otherwise, I would not have encountered these things. How did things come to this point——"