You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 216 They Are Lying

"What about the government?"

"Have they really abandoned us?"

"I heard on the radio that the infection has spread nationwide, is that true?"

The crowd only fell silent for a few brief seconds before erupting into noise again. These people seemed desperate to pour out all the problems and pains they had encountered over the past six months, and the chaotic questions buzzed incessantly in Zhang Ye's ears.

Zhao Sen obviously hadn't expected this kind of reaction either.

His face also bore a somewhat awkward expression.

But in the end, he was different from Zhang Ye. In the half year's time, he had become the savior and mainstay in everyone's hearts. Merely raising his hand slightly was enough to quiet the crowd.

"Stop making noise."

The voice remained calm as water yet carried a hint of ice-cold firmness.

His face was also stern.

Silence fell over the scene in an instant.

"Everyone go back to your rooms immediately and pack your belongings. Take everything you can."

"Gather in the first-floor hall in half an hour."

"Those who are late stay here."

"Timer starts now."

As soon as the words were spoken, the survivors in the room scurried out from between them, each heading to different rooms.

Zhang Ye was left at the door, watching their departing figures with surprise.

He had guessed there were other survivors in the hospital.

But to listen to Zhao Sen like this...

He glanced subconsciously once more at Zhao Sen, who was also standing by the door. Zhao Sen immediately noticed his gaze and slightly pursed his lips in what seemed like a smile.

But it had to be said, even when this guy's face was smiling, it still looked as impassive as an iceberg.

Only now, it seemed one corner had thawed.

Then, Zhao Sen led Zhang Ye to another room, which was devoid of survivors but contained a few special types of zombies.

Before the two had even stopped, the door in front of them started to bang.

A face that looked like a shrunken potato pressed against the window.

The mouth was split to the ears.

Long, sharp claws scratched relentlessly against the walls and the door, and the screeching noise was unbearably discomforting to hear.

Agitated, restless, and with an almost destructive desire.

This was the exceedingly fast D-type mutant.

And they were social creatures.

There were precisely two of them in the room before them.

Without a doubt, the other zombies in the room had already been devoured by these two gluttons.

Zhang Ye composedly added the names that appeared before his eyes to the staff list when he heard Zhao Sen already asking, "Have you seen the stuff in the room?"

Clearly, he had no specific term yet for the two D-types in the room.

Even the regular zombies were merely 'madmen' in his speech.

Madmen afflicted with illness.

Before Zhang Ye could speak, Zhao Sen turned back to the two distorted, fierce faces behind the door and murmured:

"At first, I thought they were just infected with some kind of rabies-like virus."

"After all, it's not as if such things haven't happened before."

"They often occur abroad."

While speaking, Zhao Sen moved two steps closer, staring directly at the flesh-blurred face separated by only a door, as if speaking to himself.

"They were my colleagues."

"Originally locked up here with seven or eight citizens."

"But now, apart from these two, not even a few bones of the others are left."

A flicker of emotion crossed Zhang Ye's eyes.

He could guess the rough course of events without needing the other to explain.

Most likely, two doctors from inside had taken a few survivors out to find food, only to return and find themselves infected, or maybe they were suddenly attacked while examining patients.

He had thought that the other was mourning a colleague, but then he heard Zhao Sen say in a tone of surprise:

"I had thought these madmen would only attack the living."

"I never expected that they wouldn't even spare their infected counterparts and that their body shapes would change significantly after feeding, just like now."

"Having lived outside for so long, you must have seen quite a bit, right?"

"Do you know the reason?"

The reason?

Zhang Ye shook his head.

This was actually the real reason he had come to the hospital.

It wasn't just for those medicines; more importantly, he wanted to find some professionals knowledgeable about viruses or infectious diseases, to leverage their expertise to uncover the truth behind this zombie disaster.

So, he could only tell Zhao Sen everything he knew about zombies and mutants.

And this information was precisely what the other party needed most.

Zombies that had undergone group evolution.

A mutant that cannibalized its own kind.

And those wild beasts that retained their habits from before they turned, and for some unknown reason, also underwent mutations. These varied changes completely reshaped Zhao Sen's imagination about the outside world.

After his surprise faded, a mysterious excitement began to rise in his eyes.

It was as if Columbus had discovered a new world,

And there was a hidden thirst for truth.

But just as Zhang Ye mentioned that there might be some virus inside the zombies, Zhao Sen shook his head firmly and declared with certainty:

"They are lying."

Zhang Ye was somewhat shocked. "They" – was he referring to the government?

After all, the name of the virus had been heard on the radio.

It was also announced by the government.

As for its authenticity, no one had ever doubted it from the beginning, after all, the authority of the Shen Zhou government was there for all to see.

But now Zhao Sen was saying they were lying?

Lying about what?

"What drove the living mad wasn't any virus at all."

"Nor was it some kind of bacteria."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye immediately couldn't help but ask, "If it's neither a virus nor bacteria, then what is it?"

But at that moment, Zhao Sen shook his head.

"I don't know either."

"Uh..."

Zhang Ye was suddenly at a loss for words.

It felt as if a movie had reached its climax, and he was waiting for the plot to unfold, only for the screen to suddenly display, "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode."

The most frustrating part was that this so-called "next episode" Zhao Sen hadn't even thought of yet.

Damn it, you're just trying to whet my appetite, aren't you?

Zhao Sen wasn't a fool. He saw the resentment in Zhang Ye's eyes and spread his hands helplessly, "Don't look at me like that. You know the conditions here as well as I do."

He said this and then nodded at a survivor passing by.

"After all, it's not like before."

"Where one could stay in a laboratory and do experiments in peace."

"But what I said just now is all true; whatever is inside those madmen is definitely not any virus, because there's absolutely no trace of virus residue detectable."

At this point, Zhang Ye could only nod, acknowledging his statement.

After all, the other party was a professional.

He always had evidence for his statements.

And right now wasn't the time to fuss about whether zombies were caused by a virus or something else, as it was getting dark.

For safety's sake, it would be better to head back to the safe zone sooner rather than later.

Less than a kilometer to the north is the square.

Very dangerous.