Chapter 80: Who Knows Zombies Better Than Me

"Using Dittany to promote the rapid increase of specific T-cells is quite fast, and the antibody magnetic bead separation step also takes a very short time. However, we need to prepare some materials. In about a day, we can prepare enough specific T-cells."

"A day?"

Murphy was somewhat surprised. If it only took a day, perhaps Celica could really be saved.

As the last barrier of human immunity and a super immune arsenal with infinite countermeasures, once the human immune system activates specific immunity, there are basically no unbeatable enemies.

Originally, he thought Celica was already infected. If delayed for a few days, she might be gone, so he had preemptively informed Alex to prepare him mentally.

But now, it seems she might still have a chance.

Since they had already decided to go to the village to get the Heart of Mind, they should try to save Celica if possible.

This T-cell immunotherapy required collecting the subject's immune cells first, so Murphy had a large tube of blood drawn.

This blood then needed to be centrifuged to obtain peripheral blood mononuclear cells, followed by antigen induction and magnetic bead sorting to activate the T-cells, before entering the cloning and proliferation phase.

Murphy didn't need to be involved in these steps. He left the Dittany Research Center, called the Hazard Group through a special channel provided by the security team, and requested some equipment. Some of it was prohibited for private possession, costing Murphy a significant amount of money.

But Murphy was not concerned about the cost. He hadn't even spent all the cash he had looted from Isaac.

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Two days later, in Kelfield Town.

Murphy looked at a map, then lifted his head to look at the forest in front of him. "This is the place."

Following the clues left on Celica's paper crane, they found the stone pillars at the edge of several forests. After activating them in sequence with magic, the view seemed to widen suddenly, and a few trees moved aside, revealing a narrow path just wide enough for one person.

"Remember, just wait here. Don't go in. I need you to be ready to assist me outside. If anything happens, I will contact you through the paper crane. Just follow my instructions. Got it?"

Murphy's final instruction to Alex.

"Understood. Boss, be careful," Alex said, handing a suitcase to Murphy.

The latter took the seamless extendable suitcase, opened it, first took out an M40 gas mask to wear, then put on an A-grade chemical protective suit, wrapping himself tightly. He then fastened a tactical belt with four wands, a baton, a tactical dagger, a Glock, and an MP5K submachine gun.

After checking all his equipment, Murphy walked into the forest under the stunned gaze of Alex.

The trees kept parting in front of him and closing behind him. After walking for over ten minutes, Murphy arrived in front of a stone wall.

"Hmm?"

Celica hadn't mentioned a stone wall.

He was about to blast a hole with a thunderbolt explosion, but after thinking, he took a step forward and reached out with his gloved hand, which went straight through the wall.

"I see."

The wall was like the one at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, a hidden passageway.

Stepping through, he walked a dark corridor and then stepped out to a small bridge.

A stream encircling the village flowed under the bridge, and on the opposite side were several brick and stone buildings with thatched roofs. The white paint on the walls was almost completely peeled off, revealing the damaged red bricks underneath, making them look very ancient.

It was November now, with the cold autumn wind and a clear, distant sky.

Murphy could clearly see the orchards and animal pens surrounded by low fences in the village and fields scattered under the dense aspen and beech trees, where a few farmers seemed to be plowing.

The village was full of beech trees, covered everywhere with red and yellow fallen leaves, appearing peaceful and serene under the sunlight.

"This place has nice scenery."

"Woof! Woof!" A few barks brought Murphy's attention back.

Turning his head, he saw a black and tan Welsh Terrier dog barking madly at him from the steps of a nearby cottage.

Murphy glanced at it without much thought, pondering how to find Celica when he suddenly felt something was off and looked at the dog again.

The dog was extremely thin, with black and grey fur matted with some substance, as if it had just crawled out of a trash heap.

However, what caught Murphy's attention was not this, but something on the right side of the dog's face. He looked closely and saw a black object swinging back and forth as the dog barked.

There was also a string-like strap on the black object, leading into the dog's sunken right eye socket.

"..."

Indeed, that was a dried-out eyeball.

Looking at the dog again, several parts of its body and face were already rotting, with fur falling off, but it was not obvious due to the dirt covering it.

This dog was probably already dead.

Murphy thought for a moment, pulled out an old wand, and cast, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Bang!" The dog was hit by the curse, flung into the air, and smashed against the door of the cottage.

However, after a while, the dog shakily stood up again. Apart from a hole in its chest where it was hit by the curse, the deadly spell of the wizarding world seemed to have no effect on it.

It was already dead.

Dead yet still moving, what was this? A zombie dog? A ghoul dog?

However, he noticed something different. In the dog's chest where it was hit, some bluish, semi-transparent substance seemed to be showing.

Could it be?

Murphy was about to cast a blazing flame to see how the zombie dog would fare against fire, but the cottage door suddenly opened.

An old woman with a scarf wrapped around her head and a hunched back came out. She looked surprised at Murphy's appearance but still slowly walked down the steps. A young man followed her, kicked the dog, and it stopped barking.

"You're a new visitor, aren't you?" The old woman had a kind and benevolent appearance and held a notebook. "We don't often get visitors in this village. You need to sign in first."

"Sign in?"

Murphy glanced at the exposed bone on the old woman's left arm and shook his head. "No need, I'm here to find someone. I'll leave as soon as I find them."

"No! There's the Black Death outside! You can't enter the village without signing in!" The young man glared fiercely at Murphy. "What if you bring the plague in? And what are you wearing? Take it off! Show your face!"

Murphy looked at the fist-sized hole next to the man's neck under his collar and rolled his eyes.

Take off the protective suit? Wait to be sprayed in the face with your vomit?

You think I haven't played Resident Evil? Do you know I'm the boss of Umbrella? Who knows zombies better than me!

But he was also curious.

These people were clearly already dead, but why were they still talking

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