Chapter 8

"Don't get excited. Smoke a cigarette and let me explain to you slowly." Li Zheng handed Lu Ziming a "95 respect" cigarette. He didn't think Lu Ziming was inappropriate to smoke. At this time, no one asked whether a high school student should smoke or not.

Lu Ziming doesn't smoke, but it doesn't mean he won't smoke. Now he really needs to smoke a cigarette to calm down. This is Lu Ziming's first exposure to virus information around the world. There is a little insufficient brain cells, and there is a short and intermittent lack of oxygen in the brain.

"I've been thinking about the same question you just raised. The idea that the atmospheric circulation carries viruses really can't explain why the virus broke out on the same day." Li Zheng shamelessly took Lu Ziming's idea for himself: "To be exact, no one was reported to be infected with h13n19 avian influenza virus before August 6. On the 7th, governments announced the news of virus mutation, followed by the emergence of zombies on the 8th. Within 24 hours, the virus broke out all over the world, which is obviously unreasonable.".

"Someone concealed the news of the virus mutation," Lu Ziming said.

"If it's a small-scale event, I agree with you very much. However, no country or government can face such a big event alone, so it's impossible to hide the news," Li Zheng retorted.

"Could it be a virus made by a terrorist organization?" this reasoning was untenable. Lu Ziming soon overturned it and said, "maybe it's biological war or virus leakage...". Lu Ziming found that these reasons are untenable. If there is no theoretical basis, there is no possibility of implementation.

Who has the ability to release the virus globally at the same time, only a few Superpowers: the United States, Russia, Britain, or crazy Japan.

The natural variation of virus can not be established at first. From the point of view of human development history, a large-scale virus has not existed. The black death in medieval Europe, the virus brought to Spain by the Spanish colonists, and even the plague and plague that erupted because of the war are all confined to a certain space area. The environment of human existence is actually the history of contending with the virus. The lower the infectious power of the virus, the more AIDS is passed through the blood. The Ebola virus passes through the vomit and plague through unhealthy habits. No virus is strong enough to kill ninety percent of human beings overnight, at least not before.

"I've thought about all this. No one releases the virus. This is a global virus disaster, the evolution of the virus and the evil result caused by human beings themselves!"

One cigarette after another, Li Zheng suddenly showed desperate eyes and said: "I believe God's fairness, do you still not understand? EBV virus, HIV virus, SARS virus, MERS virus and so on... That is not the evil result of human beings themselves, the forests are decreasing, the glaciers are melting, the climate is changing, the animal is disappearing, the plants are dying out, the human beings are destroying the earth, and the earth is now retaliation against human beings. There is no hope... ".

Lu Ziming is hard to accept Li Zheng's explanation, but he has to admit that Li Zheng's explanation is very reasonable. While human beings take unrestrained demands from nature, nature will ruthlessly retaliate against human beings, soil erosion, environmental deterioration and abnormal climate. Isn't the earth retaliating against human beings?

Xueba is not a nerd, and nerds can't become Xueba. The difference between Xueba and nerd lies in the rigidity of thinking. Lu Ziming's thinking is not rigid. He always feels that Li Zheng didn't talk about the point.

While human beings are developing, they have destroyed nature and triggered a series of reactions from nature. However, the global virus outbreak does not seem to fall within this category. What is wrong?

"Bang!" the study door was knocked open.

"Dad, it's not good. Wei Ming was scratched by a zombie and is now having a high fever?"

"What?" Wei Ming burst from behind the desk and grabbed Li Qiujing who rushed in: "what did you just say? Who was scratched by a zombie and who was having a high fever.".

"Wei Ming, he was scratched and infected by a zombie when he was in the supermarket warehouse, and now he has a high fever?" Li Qiujing cried in her voice.

Lu Ziming muttered, "don't survivors have virus immunity?"

"Fart virus immunity, virus transmission in the air and direct contact are two different things." after Li Zheng's rage, he found that he had lost his attitude. Wei Ming is Li Zheng's best disciple, otherwise he would not agree with Wei Ming's pursuit of Li Qiujing.

Through Li Zheng's explanation, Lu Zi Ming knew that the virus spread in the air, and the infection ability would be weakened. The result of direct scratching was higher than that of air infection. This is the viral transmission characteristic of Li Zheng when he reported to the SARS virus.

Li Zheng found Lu Ziming's face ugly and said, "why, you're not feeling well, or you'll have a rest in your study today.".

Lu Ziming felt very bad because he had also been scratched by a zombie. I don't know why. There was no variation in Li Zheng's mouth. Maybe his constitution is better than Wei Mingming.

Lu Ziming followed Li Zheng out of his study and came to Wei Ming's room. He saw that Wei Ming was trapped in a chair with a rag in his mouth. He was afraid that Wei Ming would bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Li Zheng shook his head, sighed and said to Wei Ming, "after the virus is infected, it will mutate within 12 hours. As long as you last for 12 hours, you will be fine. I will be here with you." Li Zheng has no son and regards Wei Ming as his own son. Only his father's love is shown in his eyes.

Lu Ziming doesn't like Wei Ming. Wei Ming's attitude towards himself is also very stiff and cold. But at this time, Lu Ziming has a trace of expectation for Wei Ming in addition to sympathy. I hope Wei Ming can get better.

Looking at Wei Ming with despair in his eyes, Lu Ziming came to Wei Ming, fell in Wei Ming's ear and said quietly: "I have been scratched by zombies, and I hope you can survive. People only have a future when they are alive. The joys, sorrows and joys of life are created by living people. You should believe in yourself".

Wei Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Ziming. His eyes were full of desire for survival. He made a "grunt" sound in his mouth, as if he were saying: you're lying.

When Lu Ziming returned to his study, he found that he couldn't sleep. He grabbed the "95 respect" cigarette left by Li Zheng, walked to the platform on the second floor, and looked at the Milky way in a daze.

Leaving a person in the desert will drive him crazy. It's the same when he is closed for a few days and no one speaks. There are countless zombies around him. Lu Ziming doesn't know when he will go crazy.

"You are Lu Ziming, a nerd in grade two of Xingguang high school. I heard that you can live alone in the zombie heap for three days. Is it true?" a crisp voice like a lark came from the platform on the third floor: "you still smoke! Don't learn well!"

What's the matter with smoking? Your father still smokes? Do you need to make a fuss?

Lu Ziming looked up and saw a woman wearing a light red Nightgown on the third floor platform. She was holding a hairy rabbit half a meter in her arms. She was lying on the railing and looking at herself. Her face was covered and she couldn't see clearly.

"You're Li Rumei. You don't call the seniors when you see them." Lu Ziming has a little influence on anyone you've met in the villa. This girl has never appeared. It should be Li Qiujing's sister: Li Rumei.

"You know me," the woman said in surprise.

"I not only know you, but also know you," Lu Ziming said shamelessly.

"You know me, you lie," Li Rumei said suspiciously.

"Your birthday is August 9, 2003. You have type a blood. Your height is about 1.62 meters, weight is 47 kilograms, waist circumference is 55, chest circumference..."

"You are a big liar and hooligan. You peep into other people's privacy. You are mean and shameless..." Li Rumei jumped her feet and scolded Lu Ziming as a hypocrite.

How despicable and shameless are they? They are liars and hooligans. Who provokes whom? As for this? Lu Ziming just wanted to adjust the atmosphere. He didn't expect to attract a scolding. Isn't this more unjust than Dou E?

"Little sister, you won't forget that classmate Lu Ziming has another nickname: Lu Banxian. Even if it's the spring at the bottom of your skirt, he can calculate it. Classmate Lu, am I right?"

Li Qiujing appeared on the third floor of the platform. Compared with Li Rumei, Li Qiujing appeared more mature and less delicate.

"Sister, you said that he calculated all the things he said just now!"

Obviously, in terms of IQ, Li Rumei is not as good as Li Qiujing. "Silly girl, don't say he can calculate these data, even I can calculate them.".

Li Qiujing said: "Lu Ziming knew you were holding a birthday party here. I told him about your early birthday. He can naturally calculate the date. Type a blood is sentimental. It's not difficult to guess...".

"What about my height and weight? It's my secret. You won't tell him," Li Rumei said coquettishly, shaking Li Qiujing's arm.

Li Qiujing didn't have any way to the little sister: "this is actually very easy to calculate. You lie on the fence, the height of the fence is fixed, and the golden ratio of human body is 0.618. Lu Ziming knows the height of the fence and calculates what's strange about your rise".

"What about the weight?" Li Rumei refused.

"The weight is even better. A woman's normal weight is her height minus 100, multiplied by 0.9, minus 2.5kg, that's 47kg. Because you're thin, Lu Ziming's calculation that your weight is 47kg is also very normal. As for the waist circumference and chest circumference, he estimates them all according to your height and shape. Lu Ziming, am I right?"

Lu Ziming picked up his thumb at Li Qiujing. He is worthy of being a talented woman. He can't hide this little trick from her.

Li Qiujing also lay on the railing, looked down at Lu Ziming and said, "do you really want to leave tomorrow?"

This is not Lu Ziming's home, and there is no place for Lu Ziming to worry about. It doesn't belong to him. Only the mountain village is the place he should stay.