Be the savior from Frostpunk

Chapter 115 The Banshee's Arm

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone couldn't help but stop. Li Jianghao put on his protective glasses with a serious expression, and looked up at the pipeline behind the filter grid.

The filter element is corroded and they can find other materials to make it.But if the core of the pneumatic unit is damaged, then their trip will be in vain.

Asking a soldier to turn on the searchlight on the firearm, Li Jianghao carefully stepped into the hatch. He noticed that the closing setting of the hatch was intact, which meant that after the interior of the cabin was corroded, the poison-spraying gun The zombies deliberately left the hatch intact and then closed it.

In this way, people who rushed here from the outside saw the complete hatch, thought that the danger inside was not that great, and chose to open the hatch.

Judging from the few mutilated bones not far away, when the crisis broke out, there were quite a few people who were taken in.

Perhaps before the tide of corpses broke out in the refuge, the survivors there also had the possibility of fleeing towards the research institute, and were eventually besieged inside the research institute.This is why they saw that the door to the refuge had been destroyed. They encountered poison-spraying zombies inside the research institute, and that thing should have been mixed inside the corpse tide.

In other words, the layer inside the laboratory is densely covered with corpses.

Li Jianghao walked into the cabin door cautiously, and slowly closed the door on the other side.Then climbed to the top of the cabin, peeled off the entire filter with a bow and arrow, and reached into the arm to take out the filter core inside.

The soldier's searchlight couldn't provide him with vision. Li Jianghao could only ask a soldier to remove the arm armor. After he installed it himself, he reached into his arm to get the filter core.

At this time, he discovered that the dripping liquid came from the broken water pipe above.There has been no water flow in the water pipe for a long time, and only the remaining water stains have seeped in from the underground rock formation above, and dripped down along the cracks in the water pipe.

In this silent environment, only the sound of the water drop is so clear.

Li Jianghao stood on tiptoe and had to stretch his entire arm in, so that he didn't even have the sight of looking up the cabin. He felt a valve and slowly turned it open by feeling.

It seemed that something fell down and landed in Li Jianghao's hands.

Because he was wearing armor, he couldn't feel any definite touch, so he instinctively pulled out his arm to take a closer look.

A pale arm was held in his hand and pulled out from the gas pipe above the cabin. The rear section of the arm was complete and smooth, like a specimen of an arm made in meditation.

The nails on the arms seemed to have been trimmed, with a thin line extending from both sides of the wrist, gradually swelling, and the pores at the end began to suddenly become larger. There were burrs similar to the roots of feathers walking nearby, slightly everted like the original ones here. It's like what's growing has been pulled out.

Li Jianghao subconsciously thought of the banshee, who is also the fifth-generation infected person.

After asking the soldiers behind him to install the arm, Li Jianghao had to quickly reach into the arm again to remove the filter core from the pipe.

After a while, he took out other body parts of the banshee one after another from the pipe, as if someone dismembered the banshee and stuffed it into the ventilation pipe.

However, this banshee is already an infected person. After killing her, she can just burn it on the spot, and she has to spend a lot of time hiding it. Why does it look like a husband hiding his wife after killing his wife?
Li Jianghao forcibly suppressed the bloody plot feeling in his heart, and finally cleaned up the limbs behind the valve, and touched the protective block of the core of the filter.

After confirming that the protection block was complete, Li Jianghao took some time to disassemble the entire protection mechanism. Soldiers were also needed to help break down the ventilation pipes of the cabin passage to get this whole big guy.

After activating the emergency battery, the data displayed on the screen on the protection block showed that the core of the filter was not contaminated. Li Jianghao heaved a sigh of relief, put it into the prepared box, and then prepared to evacuate.

I originally planned to explore the laboratory after obtaining the airtight chamber technology to see if I could get more useful data.However, the appearance of two fifth-generation infected people in succession made Li Jianghao dare not venture further.

After opening the rear gate, everyone slowly withdrew and began to return towards the original path.

The journey was a bit too safe, and there were no dangers along the way. Although the zombies I saw were all fifth-generation, they were all dead and one wasted. Other than that, I didn't meet any ordinary zombies of the third or fourth generation.

Just like that, a few people have slowly arrived near the elevator shaft, as long as they pass through the gate and climb up the passage, they can leave here.

Li Jianghao looked back worriedly, and there was no visual or auditory feedback in all the channels except for the increasingly faint red emergency lights that were still flashing from time to time.

"His grandma, this place always gives me an evil feeling. When there are guns, I will blow up here as soon as possible."

Li Jianghao muttered to himself, no longer entangled, quickly climbed up the stairs, and walked towards the exit.

The last electric spark flickered inside the entrance to the research institute. It seemed to be just an accident. A display terminal was activated, revealing a voice that seemed to be speaking through a gas mask:
"Welcome to Research Institute 113, I, I, w,"

In the laboratory inside the research institute, the bodies of countless infected people are stacked together, something is stirring from the gap above the body, and a human figure is struggling to crawl out of the gap of flesh and blood.

The white arms were exposed, which was too conspicuous compared to the gray and withered skin of the infected bodies around them.

Afterwards, those whites faded, forming gray and white lines, and the hunched body and long hair of the woman crawled out of the gap.

There was a throbbing in her throat, and then a sharp roar broke out. From the back of her arms to her back, the long wings waved stiffly, staggered into the air from the stacked bodies on the ground, and then smashed violently on the ground .

A hobbled infected person in a lab coat slowly walked in, fiddled with a communicator in his hand, trying to make a human voice out of his throat:
"Welcome to Vault 113, I,"

In this huge room, the last power of the central server dissipated, and the last recording dissipated:
"Welcome to Vault 113, we will provide you with professional inhibitor injection and pathogen treatment services."

Afterwards, the infected person, who had been unable to speak a complete sentence, struggled to raise his head, and read word by word:

"We will provide you with specialized and professional inhibitor injection and pathogen treatment services."

The prostrate banshee screamed and raised her head, showing a terrifying smile, and jumped up with her arms again, this time directly hitting the top of the laboratory.It didn't fall down after that, but stayed in the air for a short time.

"Yes, qualified. No, no need to clean up."

The infected person in the research suit trembled and walked away slowly.In the empty rooms of countless laboratories, such things are still happening.

(End of this chapter)