Could It Be Fake Medicine?

"Report to the supervisor, Volunteer number one is exhibiting an abnormal reaction."

"Oh? So fast."

Less than an hour later, Wesker received a report from the researcher and turned his attention to the first small room. He saw that the volunteer in room number one seemed a little unsteady on his feet, leaning against the wall, and his face was slightly pale.

The air conditioning was on indoors, so the temperature should have been quite low. All the staff were wearing thick protective suits, but the first volunteer had taken off his shirt at some point, leaving him in only his underwear. Eventually, he got so hot that he didn't even bother with his underwear anymore and just threw it off.

Wesker attempted to communicate with the man through a megaphone.

"Are you alright, volunteer?"

"How are you feeling now? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Wesker asked.

Volunteer number one's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but the next second he suddenly vomited a lot of blood.

"Vomit!!!"

Blood instantly splattered all over the glass.

Accompanied by the painful screams of volunteer number one:

"I'm not doing it anymore! I'm not doing it anymore!!"

"I don't want this money, let me go, please help me!!"

His breathing grew weaker and weaker, blood flowed from his ears, nose and eyes, and he soon collapsed to the ground, motionless. Wesker watched this scene and silently noted the man's symptoms.

"Volunteer number one, time 59 minutes and 16 seconds."

"Abnormal reactions, brain unit damage, neurological disorders, hallucinations, hypothermia..."

Record complete.

At this moment, Zhao Dahai in the next room had already heard the commotion.

What happened?

"What's going on outside? Is your friend alright? He didn't sound well. Is your medicine illegal or against regulations?"

Why isn't anyone saying anything?!

Zhao Dahai anxiously pounded on the glass.

The glass was specially reinforced so that even bullets couldn't penetrate it, and he couldn't budge it at all. He could only make a "bang" sound, and the only response was deathly silence.

A few minutes later.

Zhao Dahai suddenly heard a voice.

It was someone very familiar calling him; he was certain he had heard it somewhere before. When he heard it, he subconsciously felt very at ease and trusted them completely, so he instinctively looked in the direction the voice came from.

That was a man's seductive voice.

"You've been fooled again, Zhao Dahai."

"How many times have you been scammed in your life? When you were eleven, you transferred 100 yuan to someone online to find a small website, and they ran off with the money."

"Later, you downloaded a cheat program for playing games. The cheat program came with a virus, which locked your computer. You thought you could unlock it by transferring 500 yuan to someone, but after you transferred it, it disappeared without a trace."

"Later, you met your girlfriend, but while you were dating, she was also keeping in touch with her white moonlight, her first love, and her boss. You'd barely leave before they showed up."

"You've been fooled again."

Zhao Dahai looked terrified. "Who are you?"

How do you know all this?

He stared at the dark figure that had appeared in the corner. The figure stood out clearly in the clean, white room, but his head felt hot, and he could feel the heat on his forehead. He wasn't sure if it was a hallucination caused by the drugs or some other visual phenomenon.

But he did hear the shadowy figure speaking.

The shadowy figure knew him very well, as if it had lived beside him since childhood.

"Zhao Dahai, I am your father, don't you remember me?"

"After your mother and I were buried, a giant centipede lived on our grave, scratching our heads so itchy. When you get out, you must kill that centipede."

"But now you've been scammed. This drug testing site is a fraud. If you continue like this, you'll get your kidneys kicked."

Father?

Zhao Dahai was momentarily dazed. His father had passed away many years ago, but as the shadowy figure spoke, he seemed to connect the voice with the kind and benevolent voice of his father in his mind.

"Dad, they won't lie to me. It's a legitimate company."

"Idiot, you think I'd give you 100,000 for just one trial of the drug? Do you believe in free lunches?" the shadowy figure coaxed. "Have you forgotten what I taught you before?"

Zhao Dahai shook his head in pain.

His head felt throbbing painfully, like he had a fever.

Besides the shadowy figure's voice, he also heard other random sounds, as if the researchers outside were anxiously inquiring about his condition. But he was acting strangely at the moment, subconsciously ignoring the sounds outside and only talking to the shadowy figure.

"Silly child, listen to me."

"I've found a way back to the human world."

"This requires a small sacrifice from you. I hope to return to the human world using your body. We will share a body for a short period of time. Would you be willing to help Dad this once?"

"Now, relax, don't think, surrender your body to your subconscious, let your subconscious guide your actions... I will help you leave this place, leave this den of liars..."

The voice bewitched Zhao Dahai.

Outside the room.

Wesker noticed that Zhao Dahai was incoherent, even talking to an empty corner of the wall, and he started writing down his state.

"Volunteer number two exhibited an abnormal reaction."

"The drug is trying to take over his body."

Is it going to succeed?

Even Wesker himself wasn't sure if it would succeed; the uncertainty was too great. He could only keep an eye on Zhao Dahai. If Zhao Dahai behaved himself and listened to him, perhaps they could make significant progress this time.

And so, in Wesker's hopeful eyes...

Zhao Dahai shook his head. "Dad, you're wrong. They're not scammers. If I persist for 24 hours, they really will pay me."

"I found this job through a legitimate platform. I'm short of money. I haven't been able to provide for you all before, and I won't let that happen again."

"When I have money, I'll hire someone to catch that giant centipede on your grave, and I'll burn lots and lots of paper money for you so you won't have to worry about food and drink down there, and you'll never be bullied again."

"I need to use this money to get married and continue your family line, I..."

Zhao Dahai muttered to himself, rejecting the shadowy figure's words.

Shadow:...

at the same time.

Zhang Ze from next door heard the noise.

He's talking to someone he can't see.

"Tsk, I see, I understand now."

"This potion is probably a substance from the Door-After World. They inject it into living people so that the monsters from that Door-After World can take over their bodies."

"Wang Shenglong Wang Haiming from Haiming Apartments, and even those people from the Spirit Channeling Ghost School, have all encountered this situation before."

Volunteer number one died too quickly.

As a result, Zhang Ze didn't have time to analyze any useful information.

Zhao Dahai did give him an opportunity, and Zhang Ze seized it.

"However... I also injected the potion, so why didn't any Behind-the-Door Monster bother me?"

"Could it be that I was injected with fake medicine?"