My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 1329: Everything, in Fact, Is Part of an Ongoing Experiment?

Could this entire catastrophe—from its inception to the present, encompassing the constant evolution of the undead and the ceaseless emergence of diverse mutated zombies—be nothing more than an ongoing experiment?

The mere contemplation of this possibility sent a ripple of unease through Ling Mo.

The validity of the experimental theory wasn't the core issue. The true question was: who would undertake such an endeavor?

What kind of entity would perceive all of humanity as mere test subjects for such a grand experiment?

"Perhaps it's not a human at all..." Old Lan took a slow, deliberate breath before speaking.

"In my past, while I wasn't an exceptionally brilliant scholar, I did possess knowledge beyond that of the average person. How to best explain it? Let me put it plainly: in the realm of biological gene research, the scientific community's advancements have truly transcended ordinary comprehension. Certain breakthroughs, difficult for the public to fathom, have already emerged from laboratories, or are on the cusp of doing so."

Ling Mo considered this for a moment before responding, "So, to extend that logic, what we understand about biochemical weapons is merely the surface, correct? It's possible that a weapon capable of transforming all of humanity into zombies genuinely exists."

"That is certainly a possibility. Naturally, my knowledge of military affairs is limited, and anything further would undoubtedly be pure conjecture. The crucial point is this: while human scientists have achieved many incredible feats, none have produced a virus as... impeccable as this one. I believe the same applies to biochemical weapons. Ling Mo, do you grasp my meaning? This virus could not have been an accidental creation—it is simply... too perfect. In fact, the way it selectively targets larger organisms for infection has already astonished me. If I were to speculate... I sense it actively avoids the weak yet incredibly numerous swarms of insects, thereby ensuring that humans remain the primary subjects of this experiment."

"Just picture it, if flies or mosquitoes also transformed into zombie-like creatures, would humanity even still be standing today?" Old Lan mused aloud.

"That's... merely my personal intuition. Although all current indications suggest that if there are indeed experimental subjects, they would be the perpetually evolving and mutating zombies, for some inexplicable reason... I feel it's humans. More precisely, humans like you. Ling Mo, if you can continue to survive... even through the final wave... then perhaps you will be the one to uncover the truth. As for me, I still have..."

Ling Mo only caught half of his statement before his pupils involuntarily constricted. The final wave? What could Old Lan possibly mean by that? Was it referring to the invasion of Central City?

A sudden understanding dawned upon him: this old man was far from ordinary.

Ever since he had left Old Lan at the Base, Ling Mo had paid him minimal attention—after all, research is a protracted process, and results require time. However, it now appeared that Old Lan had clearly made significant discoveries during this intervening period.

Yet, he had not proactively shared this information with him?

Therefore, as Ling Mo heard Old Lan's words, "perhaps you will be the one to uncover the truth," he was about to interject. But at that precise moment, the voice on the communicator abruptly ceased, followed by a distinct "thud.".

Ling Mo froze, uttering, "Hello?"

There was still no response from the other end, and a deeply disturbing premonition began to stir within Ling Mo's mind.

Just then, a faint "shhh-!" sound emanated from the receiver.

The sound was peculiar...

"Hello?!" Ling Mo urgently called out, then blurted, "I've already dispatched Tom to check on you!"

As he spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at the squirrel, who snapped out of her daze and gestured to indicate that no other communicator was available.

Li Yalin approached at that moment, leaning in to listen intently.

"Shhh-!"

"Ah!" Li Yalin furrowed her brow and let out a soft cry, then looked up at Ling Mo. "The sound has vanished."

Immediately afterward, another sequence of sounds emerged from the receiver...

First came the distinct sound of footsteps, then a woman's piercing scream, rapidly followed by a cacophony of stumbling steps and confused voices.

After more than ten seconds had elapsed, someone finally acknowledged the communicator.

"Hello?"

On Ling Mo's end, his expression had already darkened considerably.

"How is Old Lan?"

"He's unconscious."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not entirely certain yet, but at first glance, he appears to be merely asleep—no visible external wounds, his breathing is steady, yet he remains completely unresponsive to any external stimuli... By the way, who are you?"

Anyone who could communicate directly with Old Lan should logically be a captain at the Base, correct?

"I am Ling Mo."

"Ling... Ling Mo?!"

Before the person on the other end could fully process their astonishment, Ling Mo had already ended the communication.

It was abundantly clear that Old Lan had intended to reveal more to him...

So, who had wished to silence him, leading to his current unconscious state?

Irrespective of the specifics, the perpetrator was undeniably linked to that ominous "shhh" sound.

With this thought solidifying in his mind, he immediately dialed another number.

"Zhang Yu, it's me..."

“Boss! Where did you flee off to with that madman Yuwen Xuan? Tom and I are practically dropping dead from all this work! Primarily, I’m about to drop dead!” As soon as the call connected, Zhang Yu’s endless complaints tumbled out like a resentful wife. “Neither of you bosses are present, do you have any inkling of how miserable it is for a wage slave like me? Honestly, I am merely a worker, and you two keep burdening me with everything—don’t you feel any remorse? At this speed, if I don’t get devoured by zombies, I’ll be crushed to death by the two of you!”

“Yuwen Xuan eloped with the zombies.”

“What?!”

“Old Lan was ambushed.”

“What?!”

“Once he awakens, contact me immediately. Also, have a trustworthy individual guard him. Furthermore, investigate everyone who has recently approached the Laboratory—do not overlook a single soul.”

“…Uh… Where are you located?!” Zhang Yu sounded flustered.

“Falcon.”

“Huh??”

“You shall ascertain soon enough. Oh, and do remember to look after Lan Lan—dispatch your wife to offer her comfort.”

“I am already toiling myself to exhaustion for you guys, and now you wish to utilize my wife as well! Besides, I do not even possess a wife!”

“Then send your daughter.”

“You scoundrel…”

After ending the call, Ling Mo turned to Li Yalin. “Senior Sister, you comprehended all that transpired just now, correct? Do you have any insights?”

“Hmm…” Li Yalin’s eyes underwent a subtle shift in hue, clearly engaged in recalling and comparing information.

With such a minute alteration, the extremely myopic bookworm squirrel failed to notice anything at all.

After a duration exceeding ten seconds, she eventually shook her head and stated, “No. However, I did perceive another sound.”

“I distinctly heard the resonance of Liquid…”

Liquid… yet, according to the information just conveyed, Old Lan sustained no external wounds…

“Yes, it did not sound as if someone’s Liquid was forcibly extracted,” Xia Na offered her analysis.

“…Regardless, this at the very least substantiates one premise,” Ling Mo declared, “Old Lan was not fabricating falsehoods.”

Yet, there had been no discernible clues previously, so why did a development suddenly manifest now…

Ling Mo’s gaze traversed the deceased form, and an intuition suddenly surfaced…

Perhaps it is because the experiment is on the verge of yielding its results?

It is precisely at this juncture that the experiment reaches its peak intensity, and concurrently, the Experimental Subjects commence exhibiting a spectrum of extreme reactions. When such a reaction manifests in humans, it might possibly transform into the profound realization of their status as mere Experimental Subjects…

“Hey, do you surmise it could be…”

“If you utter the word ‘aliens,’ I vow to administer a swift smack to your posterior.” Ling Mo immediately silenced Yu Shiran.

The individual clad in the peculiar biochemical suit persisted in attempting to interject into the discourse…

“Thus, Master, where do you intend to seek further clues?” Black Silk inquired.

Await Old Lan’s awakening? Not to mention the uncertainty surrounding his recovery timeline… Having spent considerable time alongside Ling Mo, it was evident that this individual was not inclined towards passive waiting.

Furthermore, Black Silk could more or less surmise her master’s contemplative direction…

The instant a culpable party emerges, his eyes invariably brighten…

Indeed, compared to a blind, undirected evolution, it is demonstrably simpler to apprehend a perpetrator—be it a person… or an entity—and exact retribution!

“The Director has returned!” The squirrel suddenly exclaimed, then signaled for Ling Mo and the others to maintain silence with a “shh~” gesture.