Human dimension reduction

"However, things may not be as bad as I thought. I applied to transfer a few more medical experts to hold a seminar. Maybe a pathological slide or blood test can detect the alienation?"

The coroner noticed the solemn and oppressive atmosphere of the people behind the glass, and spoke to comfort them, but obviously this sentence did not make them feel really relaxed.

"Monitor all survivors, temporarily not allowing family members to visit, let them stay in the third hospital, don't remove the security measures, and wait for the corresponding detection method to confirm safety before making the next step."

The middle-aged man with the highest military rank turned his head and gave the order to the adjutant. The young officer saluted him with his boot heels together, and quickly went to convey the order.

Qiao Zhou and the others sat in the medical tent for a long time, and were taken back to the Third Hospital by several medical staff. It seemed that they were still going to be placed here, but when they saw the destination, most of them hesitated to stop. He took a step back, looking at the majestic building in front of him, his eyes were full of resistance.

"Why do you want us to go back to the Third Hospital? Can't you let us go home? If you insist on keeping it secret, can you change the place for us? The police station, hotel, army...anywhere will do, who knows if it will happen That kind of thing happened again..."

The first man who spoke out stood firmly on the spot as if rooted under his feet: "Anyway, no one wants me to enter this ghost hospital again!"

His speech caused other people to show the same expression, and it was obvious that they had a great resistance to the Third Hospital.

Wang Zhun has been standing next to Qiao Zhou, like a baby bird following its mother bird. He doesn't have to talk to Qiao Zhou, but he seems to regard Qiao Zhou as some kind of spiritual support. As long as he can see Qiao Zhou within a certain range, he will It will be a lot of peace of mind.

The medical staff comforted them softly, with a gentle attitude, but they obviously had no intention of giving in at all. It was probably "either you go in willingly, or we carry you in."

The two parties were at loggerheads for a while, and another leader who looked like a leader came in a hurry and promised many protective measures before sending the group of survivors with resistance written all over their faces into the building of the Third Hospital.

Apparently, the military also took their psychological shadow into consideration, and specially arranged them in the first-floor ward with the best view and closest to the gate. There are two to four people in each ward.

Qiao Zhou and Wang Zhun were assigned to the same ward, which was located in the last room at the corner of the corridor. Open the door and turn around to see the glass corridor leading to the greenhouse. One side is shaded by willow trees, and the other side is full of fragrant and beautiful flowers. The open-air garden, among other things, the scenery is really good.

The medical staff once again reminded them not to walk around casually for the time being, and closed the door.

Only Qiao Zhou and Wang Zhun were left in the room.

Wang Zhun looked around and saw that the conditions of the Third Hospital were very good. The wards were similar to the suites of star-rated hotels. I bought a set of rattan tables and chairs, the bathroom is shared with the living room, and the bedroom is independent.

But it is a separate bedroom, and there is only a bed, a sofa and a wardrobe in it. After all, this is still a hospital, not a Holiday Inn.

"Brother Qiao, which one do you want to live in? You choose first, and I can do either."

Wang Zhun looked around and looked back at Qiao Zhou. The suites on the first floor were not as good as the one he used to live in, but there was nothing to choose now.

Qiao Zhou was less picky than him, he unscrewed the door on the left casually, and before Wang Zhun tried to follow up to talk, the door closed gently but firmly in front of his eyes.

"Okay...Brother Qiao, take a good rest. I'll call you after dinner."

Wang Zhun said to the closed door.

Qiao Zhou didn't care about what the people outside said. He went to the window and closed the curtains with a snap. The thick curtains with excellent light-shielding properties instantly covered the sunny room in darkness. Qiao Zhou pressed his phone and turned on the camera. After scanning the entire room carefully, he opened the curtains again after not finding the red dot of the camera.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, he took off his coat and got on the bed without any abnormality, and casually pulled the quilt over his head. In the eyes of others, it was a very unhealthy sleeping position.

And in the quilt, Qiao Zhou spread out his hands, and a puppet rolled onto the soft bed, where it lay face down motionless, and after two seconds, an invisible force pulled it back, The puppet's head was raised abruptly, the back of its head was almost touching its back, and it made a tooth-piercing short half-sound, then creaked and moved its arms and legs, and sat up unsteadily.

There was only a bloody smile on Mu Mu's face, facing Qiao Zhou's direction.

"Despicable liar, fraudster!"

The puppet was afraid to speak when outside, for fear of being caught and taken away, but now it finally got a chance to speak, and it opened its mouth to complain angrily.

"What did I lie to you about?"

Qiao Zhou was puzzled.

"You're still quibbling!"

The puppet jumped into a rage, and the small wooden hands slapped the bedsheets, making a muffled puffing sound.

"You just said so many words to coax me to trick me out! I'm very talented, I'm excellent...you made it all up! You brought me out so that I didn't notice!"

Qiao Zhou retorted seriously: "It's not just making up, I really think your ability is very good, no, now it seems that you are not only good, but also amazing, your ability can even affect reality after leaving the poorhouse , are you still belittling yourself?"

When Qiao Zhou said this, he was serious and convincing. The puppet stayed for a while before he said, "T-really?"

Qiao Zhou looked at it: "I don't lie to people about unnecessary things."

The puppet's previous resentment seemed to have been pierced with a small hole, and the anger inside ran away in a flash.

The human watching it sighed silently.

He did not deceive people on this question, but he also did not answer another question of the puppet, so this puppet is really a child's mind, and in some respects it is really easy to fool.

In the next few days, these survivors seemed to be freed. Occasionally, some people would come to ask a few questions, and the rest of the time was left to their own arrangements. It was really no different from recuperating in a hospital. Each ward even nurses The doctors are all ready. If you ignore that the hospital still has three steps, one sentry, five steps and one post, and most areas where no one is allowed to enter, then they live quite comfortably.

And in the past few days, Qiao Zhou has successfully gathered the puppet into his own person. The silly puppet has completely regarded him as a confidant, and he can't wait to tell Qiao Zhou everything he knows. Qiao Zhoushi's vigilance and alertness.

How should I put it... Is this what fools have fools?

They live comfortably here, but the public opinion department is about to go crazy, involving hundreds of deaths and hundreds of people unconscious. Naturally, it is impossible to conceal such a major public safety incident, and the higher-ups have no intention of concealing it. The question is how and what content should be announced, which is quite a method.

The cause of the incident is still a mess. Could it be that "a black hole of unknown origin swallowed up the Third Hospital and attracted a large number of house-looting monsters, causing a major safety accident"?How can a materialist fighter say such un-Marxist words!

The draft has been changed over and over again, but it is impossible to explain this matter clearly, especially... They are more worried, if this is not an exception, how should they remind the public to pay attention to self-protection?Words that are not good will cause social panic, and no one wants to be labeled as a disturbance of social order.

But soon, they don't have to worry about it anymore.

The room full of computers was full of smog, dozens of people gathered in front of the screen and clicked on the keyboard, the fluorescent light of the computer shone on their faces, making the tired blue and black under their eyes more eye-catching, the pungent smell of smoke almost overwhelmed them. Condensed into a substantial cloud, mixed with the smell of coffee and strong tea, it vividly outlines a picture of social animals staying up late and working overtime.

They are all the best public opinion talents in the Propaganda Department, and they are also people who have experienced many storms, but if you don’t look at their computer interface where data is rushing, no one would have thought of these decadent nerds and nerds who are about to die in the next second It turned out to be the talent who holds the most important public opinion propaganda in this country.

"Boss! The coffee is gone again! Can you let the logistics do a little more work, is it raising goldfish with only a few barrels every time?"

The rough male voice slapped the coffee machine cursingly.

In the past few days, their coffee supply level has dropped from coffee beans to canned coffee all the way to bulk wholesale coffee powder. The speed of the decline in quality is almost sad. Come hang yourself.

But this group of coffee animals are used to this, and they are even surprised that the person in charge has lasted for so long this time. He is really a rare logistical talent!

A mess of wires and power strips are scattered all over the ground. It seems that there is no place to step down. The only corner that is barely clean is a camp bed. A tall and long man is sleeping with his legs stretched out. Above, with a spread newspaper covering his face, he remained firm and motionless despite the hoarse male voice blasting in his ears.

"Hey, did any of you see the incident that was posted on Twitter? I feel a little familiar..." A girl was holding a teething stick in her mouth, and her fingers were flying on the keyboard.

"What's the matter?" The person opposite her straightened her neck and stretched twice, "Give me a key word."

The girl with the teething stick in her mouth was still typing on the keyboard quickly, slurring a word from her mouth: "Alaska, Uminat, day turns into night."

Without waiting for others to search for keywords, the girl suddenly took a deep breath, bit off the molar stick with a click, and didn't care about the other half, which fell to the ground, and her fingers almost flew out of phantom on the keyboard: "Black hole! Alaska Appeared too!"

As soon as the keyword came out, everyone straightened their backs. The man who was lying motionless on the camp bed just now jumped up, grabbed the newspaper from his face, and jumped to the computer beside him: "The exact address?"

"I packed all the information I found and posted it in the chat room. Twitter popularity is rising, but I guess it will be 404 soon."

There is not much information picked up from Twitter. It is a short video. The person who recorded it should be on his balcony. The picture is shaky, but he can still clearly see the black hole hundreds of meters across, moving slowly. Devours everything it touches.

The voice-over is horrified and excited, the sharp juvenile voice is also dizzy and high-pitched, and a series of words starting with "f" run through the video like a stream.

"What the hell is the f***ing thing! A hologram? I say, Elsa! Hey you gotta see this! It looks like it's moving!"

The handheld screen shook for ten seconds, turned around from left to right, and when it turned back, the black hole had already advanced tens of meters away.

"Wait—it seems to be really moving...it's approaching!—"

The picture stopped abruptly in a whirl, with a total length of 23 seconds.

The Twitter post is not long, and the self-reported video was recorded by her younger brother who was playing with her in Alaska, and the video was interrupted, and no matter how she dialed back, the opposite party did not answer. Her brother seemed to have disappeared The same thing happened, my brother’s friends also disappeared. The police station ignored her inquiries and even ordered her to delete all the videos. Fortunately, she kept an extra copy, and secretly posted it on Twitter with a friend’s account after returning home. , please help.

Where the signal was transmitted, the world was in an uproar.