Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 52: Black Expectations

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Black Expectations
The little boy noticed the streaks of blood in his mother’s eyes and asked, "Mother, what’s wrong with your eyes?"
The woman, with very pale skin, paused for a moment after hearing this and said, "I didn’t sleep well last night."
"Then you should get a good sleep, don’t work too hard."
The little boy saw a large number of people holding signs in front of the company and asked curiously, "What are they doing?"
The woman didn’t speak, holding the little boy, she jogged to the company through the back door. At this time, there were a large number of security guards surrounding the company. She led the boy up to the fifth floor through the safety passage.
A man smoking a cigarette stood anxiously by the window, waiting for them. Seeing the mother and her child, he showed a hint of delight on his face: "You’ve finally come, quick, take Huihui inside."
That man was his father.
The man led the mother and child further inside, where there was a thick alloy door with a blue shield emblem on it.
The man stood in front of the alloy door, knocked forcefully, and shouted, "Old Chen, open the door, it’s me."
"Ka ka ka~"
After a few seconds, the dial on the door began to slowly turn.
A person dressed in a white hazmat suit appeared at the door, glanced at the little boy, and said, "You only have one spot, are you sure you want to give it to him?"
The husband and wife nodded firmly, and then the little boy was led inside by the person in the white hazmat suit.
Even though there was no electricity, the room inside was bright, with a series of experimental beds around, each of which had a corpse lying on it. A lot of people in white hazmat suits were passing by.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, and red stains, seemingly from blood not cleaned up, covered the white floors.
The spacious hall was very noisy.
"The polarity of sample A303 is severely distorted, switch to A304."
"Adding highly radioactive elements can increase the success rate by 0.5%."
"Type O blood seems to have better compatibility ability."
"How can all those failures be used on people?"
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The little boy, with his head down, was led to the innermost area leading to a passage upstairs and was handed over to a person in a blue hazmat suit, who led him up the white staircase to an upper floor, stopping at the fourth room in the corridor.
The room was dimly lit, with a fluorescent column in it, surrounded by rows of cabinets holding various boxes of different sizes.
The person in the blue hazmat suit took a silver-gray box from the cabinet, opened it to reveal a syringe filled with a blue fluorescent liquid.
The person in the hazmat suit picked up the syringe, paused for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice, "It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
"Okay."
"This is currently the injection with the highest estimated success rate, only for children ... although it still has less than a 5% success rate."
The person in the hazmat suit looked at the little boy and said, behind the glass of the mask was the face of a young woman.
The little boy pondered and said, "Five percent ... that’s so little."
"Cherish it, and survive."
The little boy felt a bit numb about what was happening, just obediently watching the needle pierce his slender arm.
"Zzzz~"
The blue fluorescent liquid was drained from the syringe.
He then felt dizzy, his consciousness blurred, and he was carried all the way out, amid the chaos, with many people seemingly shouting and cursing around them.
They held signs, brandished weapons, and were very agitated······
When his consciousness cleared, he found the man was already gone.
The woman was carrying him, running on the street, and he could hear her rapid breathing, noticing some blood on her body.
"I’ll take you to your uncle in a moment, he’s a policeman, he’ll protect you, and you wait there for your mom and dad."
The woman looked back at him, smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a glow, and there seemed to be some unknown white keratin on her forehead.
The little boy knew his mother might be sick, and obediently promised, "Okay, I’ll wait there for you guys, for sure."
The woman affirmed, "For sure."
The man in the police uniform looked surprised as they approached, about to say something, but was cut off firmly by the woman:
"Immediately register Xiaohui as an out-of-control individual, the high-risk kind, and let him be alone in an isolation room."
"This······"
The man in the police uniform hesitated, as he had always handled things by the book.
The woman pulled down her mask, gravely saying, "To be honest, the world is having big problems now. I can only ensure Xiaohui’s safety first."
The man in the police uniform was startled by the woman’s face, peeling in large swathes, a symptom of an out-of-control individual.
He suddenly understood something, and said in a deep voice, "Alright, follow me."
The two followed the man in the police uniform to the third basement floor of the police station, where iron doors clanging as though someone kept hitting them.
The man in the police uniform pointed to a door and said, "These people seem never to tire, always hitting the door."
The little boy was very scared; he didn’t understand why these people wouldn’t go to the hospital but were locked up here.
Once they reached the innermost room, the woman took him inside, grasped his shoulders, stared into his eyes, and repeated once more: "You must wait here for us, your father and I will come back for you······mom loves you."
"I love you too."
In the helpless gaze of the little boy, the iron door slammed shut.
The woman instructed the man in the police uniform a few words and quickly ran out as there seemed to be something important.
Squatting in the dim room, the little boy felt dazed, not feeling the time passing slowly, his mind filled with scenes of cartoon characters, and the world before his eyes began to become bizarre.
The man in the police uniform came seven or eight times to deliver meals, then never came again, but he didn’t feel hungry either.
Constantly, the yelling of those sick people and the banging on the iron doors echoed around, making him feel noisy and a bit angry.
But he had always been a good-tempered child, so he shouldn’t be angry.
"Yes, I shouldn’t be angry."
The boy kept telling himself.
After an unknown period, voices were heard outside the door.
"The whole place is full of zombies, yet there’s actually a child locked inside."
"What do we do, let him out?"
"Are you stupid? Let him out, and we’ll have another mouth to feed without any value."
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After who knows how long, voices again were heard from outside the door, seemingly many people.
"We’re almost starving to death, yet that child is still alive."
"He’s going to die anyway, so we might as well eat him first. Maybe that’ll keep us alive."
"·····I agree, sacrifices must be made."
"Hehe, I agree too."
"······Since you suggested it, you go grab him out."