Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

It can solve the hatred in his heart.

With his back turned to the person, Chu Jingran stared at the data in front of the experimental table for a long time, and suddenly said: "Your body is not qualified, and you are not suitable to be an experimental subject."

"If you want to kill, kill it. What are you doing with so many excuses? I, Wang Jun, never thought of going out from here before I spoke!"

"I'm just a researcher, and I don't have a hobby of killing people."

Wang Jun was taken aback for a moment, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and looked at the people not far away with vigilance in his eyes, "Ji Chenruo, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Turning around, Chu Jingran said: "I'm explaining the facts, your body conflicts with the medicine, it's not suitable,"

After a pause, he continued: "I won't kill you, and I can even let you go, but...you need to help me find a suitable person to take the place of your experimental subject."

At this moment, all the doubts that Wang Jun had just disappeared without a trace. It turned out that he wanted himself to be like him, to be a lackey for zombies and a traitor to human beings.

Withdrawing the blood in his eyes, Wang Jun said: "Okay."

Hearing the man's reply, Chu Jingran's face was slightly relaxed, and he was about to go to the computer console when he suddenly thought of something.

He casually took a reagent from the nearby laboratory table, and walked to the person, intending to feed it to the person.

Seeing his actions, Wang Jun reflexively turned his head away, "What is this?"

"It's an unsolvable virus. If you can't bring people here in exchange for an antidote within a week, then...you will die."

Looking at the calm-looking person in front of him, Wang Jun on the operating table opened his mouth and drank the medicine. Seeing that he drank the medicine, Chu Jingran walked to the computer console not far away and pressed a series of passwords.

Afterwards, the experimental bed was tightly bound to the wrist, and all the steel buckles on the ankle were loosened.

"Let's go, don't go in the direction of dawn, try to go west..."

Chu Jingran's unfinished words came to an abrupt end when he felt the sudden sharp pain.

Behind him, Wang Jun held a scalpel, his face full of deep-seated hatred.

Feeling the warmth dripping from his fingers and the splashing drops of blood, Wang Jun's tightly clenched scalpel pierced another inch fiercely.

"Even if I die, I will not help you bring innocent people back."

So, Ji Chenru, go to hell!

……

On the other hand, Cheng Yimo, who was about to completely capture and destroy Shuguang, suddenly felt a strong palpitation in his heart, and almost reflexively, he moved his eyes to the place where he seemed to feel something.

There is the direction of home, and there is only... teacher at home.

The moment he thought of these two words, a huge panic hit his heart, making Cheng Yimo's heart completely confused.

Cheng Yimo didn't know why he suddenly felt this way, at this moment he just wanted to go back and make sure he was safe.

While thinking so, he did so.

Putting aside the victory that was close at hand, he rushed back as fast as he could, and in just 10 minutes, he rushed back to the community he was in.

However, when he entered, he found that the door of the house was open.

Pushing open the door of the laboratory, in the icy white, Cheng Yimo saw a familiar figure lying in a pool of blood, the white coat on his body completely dyed dark red.

"teacher!!!"

With red eyes, Cheng Yimo hugged the person on the ground tightly in his arms. He raised his hand desperately to cover the bleeding wound, but the blood gushed out continuously through his fingers.

In the eyes of zombies, the blood, which is like a delicacy, fills the nose and chest at this moment, but it makes Cheng Yimo want to vomit.

He was shaking, trembling violently, in his two lifetimes combined, Cheng Yimo had never been so helpless, panicked and frightened as he is now.

How could this be, how could this be, how could this be...

Feeling the faint breath of the person in his arms, Cheng Yimo suddenly thought of something, almost without any thought, he grabbed the scalpel next to him and wanted to cut his own wrist.

As long as he becomes a zombie like him, the teacher will not die, as long as the teacher is like himself, he will not die...

Crazy thoughts annihilated all his rationality, he just wanted to live with the person in his arms.

Dark blood gushed out from the wound on Cheng Yimo's wrist, but just as he raised his wrist, Chu Jingran's trembling hand held it down.

"Teacher." Cheng Yimo's eyes shot out endless hope.

Chu Jingran looked at the person in front of him, and said with trembling lips.

"No... No, I can't...become a zombie, Cheng Yimo, don't let me...hate you."

Cheng Yimo, who was also delighted to wake up, froze in place with all his expressions and movements.

"……promise me."

Cheng Yimo opened his eyes, as if suddenly lost the ability to speak, parted his lips tremblingly, but couldn't utter a complete word.

If you agree to him, he will die. If you agree to him, you will lose the treasure you have finally obtained.