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Ruan Qing then noticed that he was somewhat dehydrated, so he picked up the water nearby and took a sip before looking at the camera and speaking in an extremely hoarse voice.
“Give me a little more time. The experiment is about to succeed. Please don’t bomb the island before five o’clock this afternoon.”
There was a plea in the young man’s eyes.
Everyone’s eyes were red. The young man clearly didn’t have time to look at the poll.
In fact, over the past two days, the number of disagreeing votes has far exceeded the number of agreeing votes.
Immediately, everyone typed out their messages on the barrage.
[Don’t worry, the island won’t be bombed. You still have time, you can even take a rest.]
[Rest assured, whoever dares to order the bombing of the island, I will go directly to hang myself at their doorstep.]
[Take a rest, there’s really still time.]
Everyone’s eyes were filled with heartache, even wishing they could enter the screen and force the young man to take a break.
However, after the young man finished his request, he continued with the experiment.
As time passed second by second, it was already five o’clock in the afternoon, but no one urged the young man in the screen; they were all anxiously awaiting the results.
Around five forty in the afternoon, the young man finally stopped.
Ruan Qing looked at the successful serum and showed a faint smile to the camera.
“It seems... it worked.”
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered. Some even cried with excitement.
Ruan Qing walked to the computer and uploaded all the research data to the internet.
This included the serum antibodies and the antidote against zombies.
With these two things, rescue operations could begin, and no more people would be infected.
But Ruan Qing knew this was not enough, far from enough to convince people to give up sinking the islands.
Because someone would question this research outcome, and the opposition might not be able to come up with a solution in a short time.
Or they might choose to sink the island to nip the danger in the bud.
He had to show the results of the research experiment to everyone.
However, he no longer had the strength to go and find zombies for experimentation, nor did he have the time to do so.
All he had was himself.
Ruan Qing adjusted the camera and then sat down in the corner with the zombie virus, the serum he had developed from research, and a small knife.
The corner was within the camera’s view.
“Some people may not believe in this research result, so I’ll demonstrate it a bit for everyone.”
[We believe you! We believe you!]
[There’s no need to demonstrate it to them!]
[Please take a good rest, and when you wake up, I’ll be your subject! I’m not lying.]
[I can do it too!]
The young man was so weak that he trembled just standing, so how could he have the strength to find experimental subjects?
It was obvious who he was referring to as the experimental subject.
Everyone was vehemently refusing, yet the person on the screen couldn’t see their objections at all.
Ruan Qing smiled slightly at the camera. “This is also a good opportunity to share with everyone the feeling of being infected with the zombie virus.”
Ruan Qing smiled softly, as if a ray of light had suddenly illuminated the dark world, brightening everything around him.
It gave this world hope and warmth.
And indeed, over the past three days, he had become the spiritual support for almost all survivors in City A.
A pillar of survival.
Faced with death, some prayed to the gods, but it was of no use; only one young man was striving for them.
Risking his life for them.
The young man was their god, giving them the courage to survive.
And giving them hope to live on.
After seeing the young man’s intentions, everyone shook their heads in disbelief.
It wasn’t needed; they didn’t need it.
However, they couldn’t stop the young man; they could only watch as he picked up the zombie virus and injected it into his own wrist artery.
Ruan Qing injected it and then spoke. “If the wound is small, the infection still takes a bit of time; there’s not much pain.”
“As time passes after infection, the wound will gradually turn dark and rot.”
Ruan Qing exposed his wrist, which had already started turning black.
“My health isn’t great, so the infection is progressing quickly. It would take several hours for an ordinary person to reach this stage.”
Ruan Qing picked up the nearby cellphone to check the time; it was almost 6 o’clock in the afternoon.
Six o’clock is the clearance time.
The zombie virus infection was still too slow. At that rate, he would have cleared the game before he even got close to turning into a zombie.
“The zombie virus has a characteristic where the more severe the injury, the faster the infection.”
“This may be related to the immune system,” Ruan Qing said, picking up the knife from the ground.
Considering Ruan Qing’s words and looking at the knife in his hand, everyone understood his intent.
[Don’t!!! Please, don’t! I’m begging you! Please!]
[Put down the knife, okay? You have time! You have plenty of time. The island won’t be bombed; we won’t let the island be bombed. If anyone orders the island to be bombed, I’ll fight them to the end.]
[We can take our time! Please, I’m begging you, don’t.]
However, the young man in the scene still decisively stabbed himself in the abdomen.
Everyone watching burst into tears, their cries filled with repression and heartache, like the mournful wailing of trapped animals.
“Uh...” Ruan Qing spat out blood again, and a large amount of blood immediately flowed from the wound, soaking his clothes completely.
Ruan Qing tilted his head back, his brows furrowed lightly, clearly in extreme pain.
He bit his lower lip to endure the pain, pulled out the knife, and the blood flowed even faster.
With the loss of blood from his body, Ruan Qing felt increasingly weak.
Because of the serious injury, the virus infection sped up, and soon Ruan Qing’s eyes began to turn white.
His body also became somewhat stiff.
But even so, he wasn’t frightening; instead, he gave off a kind of adorable feeling.
Even if he turned into a zombie, he would definitely be the most good-looking zombie.
[Quick, stop the bleeding. We really trust you, unconditionally.]
[Someone, please save him. Please, someone come and save him.]
He saved millions of people, so why was there no one to save him? Clearly, he’s more deserving of being saved than anyone else.
Everyone even hoped that the young man on the screen wouldn’t need the serum injected, because then at least he could turn into a zombie and continue living.
If it were him, the zombies wouldn’t seem so frightening.
After Ruan Qing recovered from the pain, he spoke intermittently, “When the eyes start turning white, it means... mutation is imminent.”
“At this point, the body will also become... stiff and... cold.”
After struggling, Ruan Qing managed to pick up the serum and injected it into himself just before he mutated.
The mutation ceased.
In just a few minutes, Ruan Qing’s whitened pupils returned to normal, and the blackening on his wrist also reverted.
Ruan Qing wanted to raise his hand to face the camera, but due to excessive blood loss, he couldn’t manage to lift it.
The zombie virus didn’t take his life, but three days of non-stop experimentation had already strained his heart beyond its limits.
Combined with the abdominal wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding, it was clear he wouldn’t survive.
Ruan Qing’s vision darkened significantly; he could no longer see clearly. He covered his abdomen and coughed up blood once more.
He looked towards the camera and softly spoke, almost inaudibly, “Is it... getting dark?”
“I’m feeling... a bit... sleepy...”
“Good... night...”
The boy’s breathing grew weaker, and the movement of his chest gradually ceased.
He had fallen asleep.
Everyone in the livestream room had tears streaming down their faces; they couldn’t control their loud sobs, filled with suppressed grief.
Even those lacking humanity fell silent, their eyes red with tears.
But eventually, everyone covered their mouths, controlling their cries, afraid to disturb the one who had fallen asleep.
Yet the tears couldn’t be wiped away.
[Good night, sweet dreams.]
[Good night, sweet dreams.]
[Good night, sweet dreams.]
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The entire live broadcast was filled with the words “good night, sweet dreams,” densely covering the screen.
As if he really had just fallen asleep.
IK HES NOT ACTUALLY DEAD BUT AAAAAHHH WHY AM I CRYING?!! THIS IS SO SAD
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