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Volume 1 Vice City Chapter 303 Four High-Danger Areas

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    Chapter 303: Four high-risk areas

    After Sean walked in with everyone, there were more than a dozen empty tables, a sink, a refrigerator, a microwave, a bulletin board with notices and messages, a drinking water cooler and  Coffee pot, but no vending machine, no one would want to come here for repairs.  On the counter sat a fax machine, the day's menu, paper and pencil.

    Seeing this, Clinton said with great pride: "I'll treat you to a late night snack." After saying that, he ordered a lot of meals for himself. Sean saw one of the special soups, which was beef soup. Sean didn't want to think about this beef.  , where did it come from?

    Sean had the above idea, so he just ordered jelly. This was the first time Sean had eaten this snack since he was discharged from the hospital last time. It was also the first time in his life that he did not order meat.

    Not only him, but everyone else didn¡¯t seem too hungry either. All they ordered were salads.  Of course, although this is a lunch room, it's a bit like luncheon meat. It doesn't have to be eaten at noon. It's just that the master chef on duty in the lunch room is a little slow in cooking.

    Dr. Clinton faxed the order, and then said: "Supper starts at one o'clock, but they will deliver 'lunch' soon at my request."

    Dr. Clinton suggested that everyone wash their hands first, so everyone washed their hands in the sink with a weird brown liquid soap that smelled like iodine.

    Then everyone got their coffee and sat down.  At this time, a few more people came in, got coffee, grabbed some food from the refrigerator, or faxed their meal orders.  Teresa wanted to look at her watch, but she only saw an empty wrist.  When I came in again, I put it in the box in the locker room.

    After Clinton saw it, he smiled and said: "If you bring your watch in, I will have to disinfect it and isolate it for ten days.";

    "My watch can't withstand sterilization." Tereza also smiled and looked at the clock on the wall. The time was five minutes to one past midnight.

    Everyone chatted for a few minutes.  The door opened, and a man in a white coat came in pushing a stainless steel cart. The cart looked like an ordinary dining cart.  The difference is that the car is covered with a layer of plastic film.

    Dr. Clinton peeled off the film and threw it away. Then, like a thoughtful and enthusiastic host, he served everyone the food they ordered, and finally sent the man to push the cart out of the restaurant.

    The tall policeman asked from the side: "The man pushing the cart needs to take a shower now, right?";

    "Yes. The cart must be sent to the sterilization room before it can be taken back for use." Dr. Clinton said.

    Sean asked: "Is it possible to use that cart to carry large items out from here?";

    Dr. Clinton was busy placing his large set of late-night snacks in front of him, acting like a eater with a voracious appetite.  He started from his busy schedule and said: "Since you asked, let me tell you, it is possible. That cart is the only tool that regularly travels between the administrative area and the bio-containment area. But if you use it for personal transportation  items. You have to work with two other people. One person pushes the cart in and out, and the other washes the cart and returns it to the kitchen. You're very smart, Mr. Shawn.";

    "I just followed the suspect's thinking." Sean said.

    He laughed and drank his beef soup again.  It makes everyone sick just by looking at it.

    Sean looked at Dr. Clinton as he slurped on the lime jelly.  In fact, to be fair, Sean thinks he is quite good. He is funny, friendly and enthusiastic, and very smart.  Of course, he also lied to everyone.  But someone forced him to do it.  It could be some mysterious figure in Washington who was giving him instructions by phone all day yesterday.  At that time, Sean and others were still wandering around the murder scene, only turning out a few pamphlets about rinderpest and sexually transmitted diseases.

    It was Dr. Clinton¡¯s turn to explain the key points to Dr. Liu, so she spoke so appropriately.  Sean felt that there were many people that everyone could talk to, but Dr. Clinton only asked himself and others to talk to Dr. Liu. Dr. Liu's work was only slightly related to the research project of the Battys.  He said Dr. Liu was a good friend of the Bhatti couple.  But Sean can know that she is not!  Sean also from any point in the information, neighbors' complaints.  In terms of investigation, Dr. Liu has never been heard of.  There were also other scientists who had only had brief conversations with each other, and the content of their conversations was very similar to what Dr. Liu said. In this way, Clinton excused himself without waiting for a few words.

    There is a mixture of fiction and reality here, true and false, and Sean must have been like this since he came to this island.

    Sean suddenly said to Clinton: "I don't believe what you said about the Ebola vaccine. I know what you are trying to hide.";

    Dr. Clinton chewed a mouthful of foodHe stopped suddenly, which was very difficult for him, and stared at Sean for a long time.  Just when he was about to speak, Sean spoke again.

    Sean said: "It's aliens, right? The Bartys want to reveal the truth about aliens."

    The room was extremely quiet, even the other scientists in the room were looking at everyone.  Finally, after Sean figured it out, he smiled again and said, "This green jelly is the alien's brain, and I'm eating the evidence."

    Everyone laughed, and Clinton almost choked with laughter.

    Everyone continued to eat and chat.  The short cop, who had panicked when Sean challenged his mother about Ebola, looked better now.

    Everyone ate slowly, and the topic returned to the vaccine that might have been stolen.  Dr. Clinton said: "Some people said earlier that this vaccine is equivalent to gold. This reminds me of one thing. Some of the vaccines tested by the Bhatti couple had a gold border. They called these vaccines liquid gold. I thought it was strange at the time, maybe  It¡¯s because people here never talk about money or profits!¡±;

    "Of course I won't mention it!" Sean said: "You are a government agency. This is not your money, and you don't necessarily have to produce profits.";

    Dr. Clinton smiled and said: "The same is true for your profession."

    "It's the same. Anyway, now we think that the Battys have come to their senses and are no longer satisfied with just receiving government salaries and doing research only for the benefit of science. They understand the economy and start working for money." Sean said again  .

    "Yes!" Clinton said: "You have talked with their colleagues and seen their research during their lifetime, and now you can only draw one conclusion. Why do you still have so many doubts?";

    "I don't have any doubts." Sean said sincerely, but of course he did.  But Sean didn¡¯t want to cause Dr. Clinton and the two policemen to feel uneasy, so Sean smiled and said, ¡°I just want to match the evidence with the inference. Maybe the death of Mr. and Mrs. Batty has nothing to do with their research work here.  , our investigation went the wrong way; maybe their deaths were related to their work, and probably related to the stolen vaccine worth millions, which is liquid gold. Then the Bartys were deceived, or maybe they went  He lied to others, so he was killed!";

    "Huh?" Zhuo Na's blue eyes were shining.  He studied me behind his tiny metal-framed glasses.

    "The gel structure analysis disk is disguised as glasses." Sean pointed to the other party's glasses.

    Clinton laughed, shook his head, and said, "That's stupid. I think the gel tray was taken out on the food cart."

    "That makes sense." Sean nodded.

    Dr. Clinton looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Shall we continue the visit?";

    Sean stood up and put the plastic cutlery and paper into the red trash can surrounded by plastic bags.

    In the corridor, Dr. Clinton said: "We will soon enter the third area. Of course, the risk of infection in the third area is greater, so if anyone doesn't want to go, I can send someone to pay you to go to the shower room.";

    Everyone seems eager to see what hell is like, maybe that¡¯s a bit much.

    Everyone then entered a red door with "District Three" written on it, which Clinton said was here.  His scientists study living pathogens, including parasites, viruses, bacteria, fungi and other jaw-dropping germs.  Clinton took everyone on a tour of a laboratory.  Inside a woman sat on a stool facing an opening in the wall.  She was wearing a mask and latex gloves, and there was a plastic barrier in front of her, like the barrier at a salad buffet that keeps spittle from sneezing, but it was clear that she was not dealing with sour cabbage salad.  Clinton turned around and said: "The opening in the wall where pathogens are placed has been evacuated, so there is very little danger of the contents in the opening flowing into the room.";

    The short one seemed a little panicked.  Asked: ¡°She¡¯s wearing a mask, why aren¡¯t we?¡±

    "That's a good question." Sean raised his eyebrows and agreed.

    Clinton said: "She is closer to the pathogen than you are. If you want to get closer and have a look, I will also give you a mask.";

    ¡°Forget it,¡± Sean said.

    ¡°Forget it.¡± Teresa and two other police officers also said afterward.

    Dr. Clinton approached the woman and spoke softly to her.  Then he turned around and walked to everyone and said: "She is studying the virus that causes bluetongue disease. Maybe I got too close just now." As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, and everyone saw that the tongue was really talking.  Blue, who looked cross-eyed himself, looked down and said, "Oh my God! Is that the blueberry pie I had for lunch?".  Sean thought the joke was boring, but he laughed out loud.

      Then everyone left the laboratory together.

    There are fewer people in this area than in the second area, and the people who can be seen look a bit depressed.

    Clinton introduced: "There is nothing to see here, but I have to say this, Mr. Shawn should insist on seeing everything in this place.";

    "Did I give you that impression?" Sean said with a smile.

    "Yes." Americans don't know how to turn, so they said directly.

    "Well, let's take a look at every corner of this place." Sean said.

    Clinton wanted to calm down the matter, but after hearing this, he grunted with some dissatisfaction and said, "Okay, come with me."

    It took everyone about half an hour to see all the places in the three districts. Most of the places were actually the same. In one laboratory after another, men and women looked at the mucus on the slides, the blood of animals and other things through microscopes.  organize.  These people are just eating late-night snacks in the laboratory, eating while looking at these disgusting things.

    After Xiao and others talked with a dozen other people who knew Tom and Vidi or had worked with them, although everyone had a clearer and more comprehensive understanding of the work of the Battys, they had no idea what they were thinking.  no progress.

    But Sean still believes that doing so is not in vain. Sean likes to have a comprehensive understanding of the deceased in his mind before he can come up with some bright ideas.  Sometimes when chatting with friends, family and colleagues of the deceased, one or two sentences will lead to inspiration and find the answer. Of course, this is only sometimes.

    Clinton said: "Most viruses and bacteria cannot be transmitted across species. If a person drinks a test tube of foot-and-mouth disease virus, at most it will make his stomach uncomfortable. But if it were a cow, the tip of a needle would be fatal."

    "Why?" everyone asked in unison.

    "Why? Because the genetic material of the virus must combine with cells to infect cells, and human cells cannot combine with foot-and-mouth disease virus." Clinton said.

    Theresa said a little professionally at this time: "But there is evidence that mad cow disease can also infect humans.";

    "Anything can happen, that's why we are so careful," Clinton said. "Sometimes the virus bites."

    Following everyone into another brightly lit room, Clinton said: "This study is about parasites. The most terrifying thing is the blowfly larvae. We have found a good way to control this parasitic disease. We found male and female blowflies.  They only mate once in their lives, so we used Y-rays to sterilize millions of male flies and airdropped them into Central America. These male flies will not produce offspring after mating with females. Isn¡¯t that smart?¡±;

    Sean asked: "Will the female fly be satisfied with this?"

    Clinton smiled and replied: "That's all she can do, she won't mate again.";

    Teresa looked at the two people and said, "You can have another view."

    Clinton smiled.  Said: "Yes, from a female's perspective."

    Then everyone took turns observing the blowfly larvae under the microscope, and they were extremely disgusted.

    Sean and others continued to visit laboratories and rooms, where all kinds of terrible parasites and microorganisms were cultivated and stored; they also went to various weird places, the purpose and functions of which everyone only vaguely understood.  Don't understand.

    Finally, Dr. Clinton said: ¡°That¡¯s it for zone three. Now, I ask again, do you want to continue to visit in depth? Zone four is the most contagious of all zones, even more than zone five. In zone five,  You always wear biohazard suits. You wear a respirator, and everything is usually sterilized. You have to go through a special shower to get out of Zone 5. In Zone 4, you can see the cages of animals, all of which are sick and dying.  If you want to see animals, there are also crematoriums and autopsy rooms. Although this is mainly for clinical treatment of animal diseases, there will be some other pathogens in the surrounding environment, which means there may be germs in the air.";

    The short policeman asked: "Are we going to wear masks?"

    "If you want to wear it, wear it." Clinton looked at everyone and said, "Okay. Then follow me.";

    Everyone came to another red door with "District Four" written on it and a biohazard sign.  Some joker put a skull pattern on the door.  The skull was cracked, and a snake crawled out of the crack. The snake's head protruded from the eye socket, and a spider crawled out of the mouth.  "I think it's Tom's fault that the Bartys made it a little more lighthearted and comical," Clinton said;

    Clinton opened the red door, and everyone came to a room similar to an antechamber.  On a metal cart in the room was a box of latex gloves and a box of paper face masks.  "Whoever wants it, take it," said Dr. Clinton;

    thisJust like asking you to choose whether to use a parachute when escaping on an airplane, or whether to choose a life jacket on a ship, he should make it clear that if you need it, you need it, and if you don't need it, you don't need it.

    But he followed Clinton¡¯s explanation: ¡°It¡¯s not mandatory to have these things. We need to shower when we go out. Personally, I don¡¯t want them. It¡¯s too cumbersome, but you may feel better after using them.¡±;

    Sean felt strongly that he was inspiring people.

    Obviously, no one wanted to look like a coward by taking precautions, so everyone walked through the second red door and entered the same gray cement corridor as the previous areas.  The difference is that the doors here are wider and each door has a door handle.

    "These are airtight doors," Clinton explained;

    Sean also noticed that there was a small window in each door, and a spring clip attached to the wall next to it.

    Dr. Zwirner led everyone to the nearest door and said: "These rooms are animal cages, and they all have see-through windows. The scenes inside may make you uncomfortable or make you feel sick, so you can't see anything you don't want to see."  Don't look." While speaking, he flipped through the writing board records on the cement wall, then looked inside through the window, and said: "African Horse, this guy is not bad, but a little weak. Take a look.  ";

    Everyone took turns to look in and saw a beautiful black horse in this cage-like room.  The horse looked really good, except that he was panting from time to time, as if he was out of breath.

    Clinton said: "All these animals have to fight off a virus or bacteria.";

    "Resisting? Is it because you are infected?" Sean asked.

    "Yes, we call it resistance," Clinton said.

    "What's going on? Their condition is getting worse and worse, and they finally die?" Theresa asked.

    "You're right, they get sick first and die last. And sometimes we kill them before the disease kills them," Clinton said. "I think every one of these workers loves animals.  Yes, that's why they do this kind of work. No one in this institution wants to see these animals tortured, but if you've ever seen the millions of animals infected with foot-and-mouth disease, you'll understand the sacrifice of dozens of animals  It should be." Then he put the record back and said, "Let's go.".

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