Thus, the man chose to participate in the experiment without hesitation, all for the sake of curing his daughter's illness.
He had initially thought it was a simple virus experiment, but he never expected to discover its secrets only after he had truly joined.
The foreign doctor who had approached him before found him again.
At that time, the man did not yet know how crazy this person before him was.
"I need you to help me destroy the antibody samples in the laboratory."
The man refused the doctor's request almost immediately.
But the doctor merely glanced coldly at the man and told him.
"Do you think the people doing the experiments are good people, as you believe?"
The man's expression darkened. He seemed to smell a hint of conspiracy.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The doctor's lifeless, bloodless face curved into a strange smile.
"Are you truly unaware? You're also in the virus research field. Do you really not know that these madmen are not researching antibodies that can clear the zombie toxin, but are researching how to mutate people into beings even more powerful than zombies?"
The man remained silent, his head bowed.
Ever since agreeing to this experiment, he had been confined to this small laboratory. The only time he could move freely each day was for the ten minutes after receiving an injection, during which he was allowed to act at will.
He knew that these researchers were observing him, checking if he still possessed consciousness.
He had almost lost consciousness once, but someone had called out "Yueyue" near him.
He had miraculously regained consciousness.
From then on, he became a key experimental subject. Now, hearing the doctor speak like this, even though the man said nothing, he had already believed half of it.
Those antibodies were injected into him. No one knew better than he did what changes those antibodies would bring to his body.
"You can think it over carefully, but I only have one original antibody. You wouldn't want your daughter to be injected with antibodies designed to create human weapons, would you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man, who had shown no expression until then, suddenly raised his head.
"You mean, there are original antibodies?"
This meant that Sector B had already produced antibodies that could clear the zombie toxin, but they were now claiming otherwise, continuing human experiments.
The doctor did not deny it. His indifferent eyes revealed no emotion whatsoever, as if he were not looking at a person.
The man finally voiced his question.
"Why are you choosing to help me?"
The doctor repeated his earlier statement, "I am not helping you. You have always been the one choosing to help yourself."
"The choice has always been in your hands. How you want to proceed is up to you. I only have one portion of the antibody. You don't have to worry about what will happen after you do this. As long as you inject this antibody into your daughter's body, your daughter will become the only original antibody sample in the world, and no one will do anything to her."
"Because this sample will completely lose its effectiveness once the host dies."
The man understood that this was a promise from the man before him.
After enduring for a long time, the man finally asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
From recommending him to participate in this experiment when he was desperate, to deliberately letting him know the truth of the experiment, and now wanting him to destroy all experimental samples, while also saying he would give him the original sample.
All these events hinted at something sinister.
If the doctor wanted to claim all the credit for this experiment himself, the single original antibody in his hands would be enough for him to obtain everything he desired on the lighthouse.
But he hadn't.
His actions were everywhere unreasonable.
Like ill-fitting shoes and hats that don't go on, they always gave an inexplicable feeling.
The doctor glanced at the man and said nothing, then sat down next to him.
"You don't want to know what I want to do, but you know I don't want to harm you."
"I once had a beautiful daughter. She would always sweetly call me 'Daddy' and cling to my neck. She was pampered and willful, but so what? It was all because I spoiled her."
The doctor spoke as if reminiscing.
"My daughter had no mother from a young age. She endured a lot of hardship with me, so I always wanted to give her the best things in the world."
"But the year the zombies broke out, I lost my daughter forever."
After speaking, he turned his head to look at the man.
"You don't have to worry about me harming you. If my daughter were still alive, she would be about the same age as your Yueyue."
The man looked at the doctor, seeing the lingering affection for his own daughter through those hollow eyes.
That emotion could not be faked.
It was a longing and desolation that only a father could see in another's gaze.
However, he was much luckier than the man before him. At least his daughter was still alive.
Even though he knew his own time was running out, it didn't matter as long as his daughter could live well.
The man understood almost instantly the madness hidden in the doctor's eyes.
"Doctor, your daughter..."
He didn't finish his words, but the horror in his eyes had already said it all.
The doctor did not answer, but the madness in his eyes had already told the man his answer.
The man fearfully slumped to the ground.
No one would have imagined that on the lighthouse, someone was keeping a small zombie.
The man's expression crumbled. At least at this moment, he still retained his human consciousness.
"That's a zombie!"
"Are you insane!"
The doctor remained unfazed. "I've been insane for a long time, ever since my daughter died. I went mad when those beasts refused to inject that vaccine into my daughter, preferring to watch her die!"
The man then realized that the research on the zombie virus had actually achieved a stage of results at that time.
When the doctor's daughter was bitten, he begged everyone to inject the newly developed vaccine into his daughter.
At that time, his daughter had just been bitten and had not yet begun to mutate. As long as the vaccine was injected, she could return to normal.
But there was none.
No one was willing to help him.
He knelt on the ground, kowtowing until his head bled.
But no one paid him any attention.