Undead

Chapter 42

The door to the room was pushed open, and Romuel nodded at the armed subordinates standing in the front yard, saying, "Jean."

The female Alpha turned back in response but found her superior's expression unexpectedly grim. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and there were faint signs of grayish in his pupils. These were signs of emotions he was struggling to suppress.

"Colonel, you..."

"Pentothal."

Jean was very surprised but quickly controlled her facial expression. She pulled out a syringe and handed it over.

Romuel swung the door closed behind him.

Si Nan's whole body looked as if it had just been pulled out of cold water. His wet hair covered his pale face. Veins in his arms and neck appeared faintly blue, and even his closed eyelids showed hints of terrifying blue threads.

But it was no use; Romuel knew that he had developed resistance to electric shocks.

Romuel expelled the air from the syringe and grabbed one of Si Nan's hands, gritting his teeth as he injected the entire dose.

Pentothal had been prepared by Romuel before he came to China, but from experience, he knew that this drug didn't provide users with highly detailed information and could be misleading to some extent. Worse still, Pentothal sometimes didn't immediately make the subject remember all the answers but would gradually take effect over a week. In other words, it wasn't a very convenient tool for interrogation.

If he hadn't been in such a helpless situation, he wouldn't have considered using this method.

Si Nan began to struggle in a daze, making the handcuffs rattle. Romuel pressed him tightly.

"Where is the ultimate antibody?" He lifted Si Nan's chin, soaked in sweat, to prevent him from turning his head in discomfort. "The cooler you carried with you after the plane crash, where is the ultimate antibody inside it?"

Si Nan gasped for breath, feeling like he was floating in the deep sea. The boundless seawater shut out all sound, infiltrating his body from eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even every pore, compressing his internal organs into a lump.

"No antibody," he heard a melancholic female voice say slowly.

In a daze, he felt very small, with twelve disciples overlooking him from the colored glass windows of the church. To look at the white carved cross piercing the heavens, one had to bend the neck completely.

The woman in the black veil held his hand, standing in front of the black pine coffin.

The priest asked, "Are you ready, madam?"

"I pulled him back from hell, but I can't bring him back to the mortal world completely. He's neither alive nor dead. He lingers in my laboratory, day after day, season after season, emitting the sobs of loneliness and resentment..."

Tears streamed down her delicate cheeks, wetting the white flowers on her chest.

"Pandora's Box has been opened, disasters, plagues, viruses, and pain have burst out with mad laughter and will eventually cover the earth before winter arrives, destroying the whole world before spring comes."

"I am powerless; there is no antidote in the world that can save it. I can only close the box myself..."

The woman stepped forward and received a black wooden box from the priest. After opening it, she took out a test tube the thickness of two fingers, shining with a bright green, and placed it on the coffin. Then she pulled out a burning torch from the wall.