Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Probably the weather over there has turned cold, so what I put here is a set of casual clothes.

Fortunately, it was long clothes and trousers, Song Le breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise the marks on her body would be hard to say.

After changing his clothes, Song Le put down his previous shirt, walked over nervously, held his hand tentatively, bit his lower lip tightly, and squeezed his palm.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the year that jumped rapidly, and it didn't take long.

What will he face later, what will he do, Song Le bit his lip, and can only relieve his anxiety by staring at the time that is approaching step by step.

……

The cabin door opened, Song Le just went out, and saw the long-lost incandescent lights and the spacious and clean modern decoration.

Looking ahead, it was the reception staff who had been waiting for a long time.

Wearing glasses, the meticulous woman wore a white coat and held a counting meter. After checking that the time machine was normal, she led them to the meeting room with a blank expression.

During this period, he cast several dark and strange glances at the handsome young man with his upper body naked and only wearing animal skins.

Not friendly.

Song Le couldn't help but clenched his hand even more.

But the young man next to him just pursed his lips. He was surprised when he heard the cabin door close at first, but it has long since disappeared at this moment, condensing into an unpredictable depression.

It seemed that while others were looking at him, he was also looking at everything here.

Song Le's lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Every word of comfort from the culprit is too hypocritical.

On the way to the conference room, Song Le found that there were far fewer staff members coming and going.

According to the conversion ratio of time, she lived in the era of the big brother for about three months, so here, in fact, only three short weeks have passed.

"How is the plague under control?" Song Le asked.

The woman glanced at her and said vaguely, "It's hard to say."

The implication is that there is no clue.

It seems that a small number of people either died of infection or were quarantined.

Song Le looked at the stern young man who was still ignorant with complex eyes. If he hadn't appeared in this disaster, it would have no solution and perish in the end.

However, it was because of him that he had to suffer this kind of shameless humiliation.

……

Sitting down in the conference room, the woman brought two cups of slightly hot tea.

Song Le took it for him, and explained slowly: "This is the water from our place."

The boy glanced at the tea, unmoved.

Fearing that he would not believe it, Song Le took a sip of his cup after carefully blowing the cold.

Then he blinked at him indifferently: "You can drink."

The young man was also thirsty. He frowned for a moment, and instead of taking another cup, he took the one in her hand, took a sip, and then paused.

This is different from the primary water mixed with sediment, which is delicate and pure, and has an excellent taste.

The young man couldn't help frowning, shook the cup slightly, and stared at the clear water thoughtfully.

Since Song Le said in the recording that "the solution to the plague has been found", some researchers attached great importance to her arrival.

Of course, there are also other people who think that she is only boasting in order to get help, and dismiss her.

Not long after, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Song Le and the boy looked up together, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in from the outside. His expression was flustered with despair, and he was a little excited. He pushed a little girl who was tied to a wheelchair and hurried in.

There were several tall and burly bodyguards who came in next to him.

"Who can cure the disease? Who said it can be cured? Hurry up! Save my daughter!" The middle-aged man glanced at the person who found the solution in the legend, and couldn't hold back the collapse of his heart anymore, shouting road.