Chapter 22 The positive feedback is too strong, who wouldn't be tempted?
"He doesn't seem very interested in White Curtain?" After Borei left, Matt actively communicated with Eller. He was very jealous of Eller's luck, but... he was just lucky.
Not only did he bring back a intact pistol, but he also brought back a vial of vaccine.
"He didn't ask." Eller shook his head. Borei, as someone from the Disposal Bureau, didn't take the opportunity to mention this matter during the conversation, nor did he ask too many questions about White Curtain. Why should he ask?
Perhaps the Disposal Bureau had already handled this matter, or perhaps the Disposal Bureau had other ideas.
He would cooperate if Borei asked, and he wouldn't ask if he didn't. After all, White Curtain was the first to return, and he had even set up grenades in advance, directly blowing up the corpse Thorn after he turned into a zombie in the sewer.
If the other party hadn't done that, they would most likely have all died in the sewer. White Curtain was their savior.
"Could he be the one who's hiding the deepest secret?" Matt speculated about White Curtain's identity. At first, he thought Eller was the one who was hiding the deepest secret.
Eller shook his head and took out the pistol from under his pillow. Although he had only brought back this one weapon, he still cherished it.
Under Matt's watchful eye, Eller disassembled and reassembled it, becoming increasingly skilled after several attempts.
Because they needed Eller's virus, Matt and the others didn't disturb him further. They lay in their hospital beds, feeling their own bodies.
The virus enhancement had reached its optimal effect. Although his recovery wasn't as strong as Thorn's, he felt his body had recovered significantly in just a few hours.
For an ordinary person, it would take several days to recover to this extent.
Such a good virus enhancement, it's a pity they were all tricked by Wilford, that damned scum!
Borre, who had left, didn't leave the hospital. Someone brought him a report, and he casually found a place to sit down. Just as he was about to take out the half-smoked cigarette from his pocket, he felt a gaze.
It was that young nurse.
"..." Borre withdrew his hand and continued looking at the report, his expression slightly grave.
The zombie fragments in the sewers have been disposed of and inspected.
The two corpses bitten by zombies, due to brain damage, had no chance of becoming zombies themselves; however, before their bodies lost their activity, they were merely a breeding ground for the virus.
As for the two zombies, there's not much to say; they became zombies within the dream world and remained zombies after escaping. The dream erosion had a minimal impact on them, though they would at most be useful for virus research.
The problem lies with Thorn. Although he was the source of the out-of-control dream world, after it ended, his corpse, aside from undergoing more severe mutations, was otherwise unremarkable.
If a similar mutant appeared, it would simply mean they were the same, even if Thorn was once the source of the dream world.
The problem with Thorn's corpse is that someone detected a 'vaccine'. After Thorn's dream world went out of control, his corpse became a zombie in a highly mutated state, and the vaccine within his body suppressed the virus, preventing Thorn from undergoing even more drastic mutations.
Using the power flowing out of the uncontrolled dream, the zombie Torn would never run out of energy during its violent mutation.
However, the large dose of vaccine directly suppressed the subsequent mutations caused by the virus. The vaccine was injected later; otherwise, the grenades strapped to Torn might not have been able to kill it during its rapid mutation.
But with the virus suppressed, Torn lost the possibility of rapid mutation, and the numerous grenades strapped to its body prevented it from challenging the limits of carbon-based life.
"A very impressive handling method..." Borei put away the report. The other party's handling method fundamentally eliminated the possibility of accidents, but it also revealed what the other party possessed. Those who escaped from the alternate dream, since they could use the vaccine on it, likely have more vaccines… or viruses!
Thinking this, Bolei immediately stood up.
The low-level treatment of that Dreamwalker was based on the premise that the other party was currently within a safe range, but the other party likely possessed a biochemical virus, so using this method would be a dereliction of duty on the part of the Disposal Bureau.
In any case, the appropriate attitude had to be shown… He'd absorb the fresh blood first!
The Disposal Bureau wasn't just working alone; if he could think of these things, others might too.
Bolei sat back down, and not long after, a man hurriedly arrived with a bag.
Bolei carried the bag towards the ward; the new member of the Disposal Bureau was waiting to handle the virus.
Walking down the street, Bai Mu ate dinner. In the alternate dream, he hadn't deliberately looted any wealth, but after dealing with so many zombies along the way, there was bound to be some zombie popcorn.
He wasn't going to buy anything for free, but he figured he might as well take what was lying around. The currency from the alternate dream was useless here, but gold was still a valuable commodity.
In this city, Bai Mu was no longer penniless, but he still needed to find a place to stay.
While eating dinner, he pondered matters related to the alternate dream. He'd been in the alternate dream for several days, but only a few hours had passed in the outside world.
Time in the alternate dream was different from time in reality, but one would disappear from reality after entering the alternate dream.
However, the corpse in the sewer, Thorn, hadn't disappeared. As the source of the alternate dream, Thorn's continued existence must be 'anchored'? He
quickly finished dinner, picked up his backpack, and left the restaurant. Having money in his pocket brought peace of mind, and even at night, he wasn't as 'lost' as he had been at the beginning.
For one thing, seeing the lit-up hotels along the street at night, he didn't need to worry about sleeping on the streets.
Especially since some hotel signs had pink lights, you could tell there was definitely something exciting going on inside.
Thinking about the mist he'd gained after leaving the alternate dream, Bai Mu couldn't resist the urge to find a new one.
Although he didn't have a system panel to check his status, obtaining the mist was equivalent to gaining experience points.
The positive feedback from contacting the Otherworld was so strong; who wouldn't be tempted?
However, finding the Otherworld was still a problem. Bai Mu thought of the people in special uniforms he saw when leaving Ster Street.
Those people weren't police; they seemed to specialize in dealing with people related to the Otherworld. Would they know more?
Would they arrest him because he was undocumented? Since
things had come to this, he should find a place to stay first.
Bai Mu avoided the pink-lit areas and avoided the 'older sister' who was actually quite large, beckoning him.
Being new to the area and unfamiliar with everyone, he shouldn't think too much. He needed to find a suitable place to stay first, and once he had a basic base, he could consider other things.
If people knew what was in his backpack, he would most likely be surrounded by the local police, and even if he wasn't a terrorist, they would treat him as one.
(End of Chapter)