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Adimei United States, Coronel City, Police Department.
"Viruses, bacteria, antibiotics, it's all crap."
Inside the office, Detective Summer threw the newspaper onto his desk, cradling his head, looking exhausted.
"Hey, are you alright?"
A voice, tinged with a smile, reached his ears.
Summer looked up to see Detective Seth, carrying two cups of coffee, leaning against the office door with a smile.
"Terrible."
"The faces of those people who died half a year ago still float before my eyes from time to time."
Summer rubbed his head, faint dark circles under his eyes. Seth shrugged, walked to his desk, placed a cup of coffee down, and chuckled.
"Me too."
"But don't worry, the more lethal a virus is, the less contagious it is."
Detective Seth pulled up a chair and sat at the desk, leisurely sipping his coffee.
"Compared to that, are you enjoying your new home?"
"Hmm, it's alright."
Detective Summer pouted and shook his head, taking a sip of the coffee Detective Seth made for him, feeling much warmer.
"Thanks, the coffee's good."
"No one ever says my coffee skills are bad."
Detective Seth chuckled with a hint of pride.
"Ding-a-ling-a-lingâŠ"
Suddenly, the desk phone rang. Detective Summer picked up the receiver and leaned back in his office chair. Usually, calls at this time were about murder cases or the like.
"This is Detective Summer."
"Honey."
But the voice on the phone was gentle and sweet, and Summer's tone immediately softened.
"Are you alright? Nothing happened, did it?"
"You troublemaker, I told you not to call me when I'm at work."
"Yes, I'm with him. What's wrong?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Alright, alright."
Detective Summer said "why" twice, then "alright" twice, before hanging up the phone and looking at Seth, helpless.
"It's my wife."
"So?"
Detective Seth shrugged, confused.
"She wants to invite you over for dinner. She said we've been partners for so long, and she still hasn't met you."
"It's tonight."
Summer said, taking a sip of coffee. Seth raised his hands and asked with a wry smile.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Whatever."
"Then I'll gladly accept the invitation."
The scene shifted, and the time came to 8:30 PM.
Summer and Seth stood at the door of an apartment, knocking.
Footsteps sounded inside, and with a click, the door opened. A beautiful woman with golden hair, wearing a white shirt, appeared before them.
"Hello, gentlemen."
The blonde beauty opened the door, and Summer stepped inside. Their lips met in a light kiss.
Seth followed, and Summer, with his arm around his wife's waist, looked at Seth and introduced.
"This is my wife, Irene."
"Irene, this is my partner, Detective Seth."
Irene extended her right hand to shake Seth's, a smile gracing her face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Summer often talks about you at home."
Seth looked at Summer with a hint of surprise, who merely shrugged, indicating he'd never said such a thing.
"Only, I still don't know your name."
Irene added after the handshake, making Seth chuckle awkwardly but politely.
"My name is Seth William."
"Hmm, that's a good name, William."
Irene said with a smile. Seth looked at Summer, who was taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hanger, then looked back at Seth with a teasing smile.
"Come on in."
Summer waved his hand and turned to walk into the living room. Irene smiled at him and also turned to enter the kitchen.
Detective Seth looked back outside, then gently closed the apartment door.
"Woof woof woofâŠ"
In the living room, two Labrador Retrievers ran over, happily circling Summer.
"How are my good boys? Honey, are you alright?"
Summer knelt down, his hands continuously stroking the backs and heads of the two large dogs. The dogs happily pounced on him, licking his face.
Seth entered the living room and smiled at Summer, who was knocked to the floor by the two dogs.
He looked around the home. A TV cabinet stood beneath the living room wall, with the latest large-screen TV on top.
Behind him were three sofasâtwo single-seaters and a long oneâplus a coffee table.
The kitchen and living room were an open-plan design. Outside the kitchen was the dining table, already set with several dishes and three place settings.
Summer's wife, Irene, was cooking in the kitchen. Seth sniffed the aroma wafting from the kitchen and praised.
"Smells really good."
"It's been a long time since I felt such a warm atmosphere."
"Thank you."
Irene, still cooking, looked up and replied with a smile.
"Please sit."
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"Ah, no, thank you."
"I'll just wait. I'll watch TV."
Detective Seth took off his coat and placed it on another empty hanger, pointing to the large TV in the living room with a smile.
Seth picked up the TV remote and, looking at a photo of the couple on the TV cabinet, asked.
"I heard you two started dating in high school."
"Uh-huh, doesn't sound true, does it?"
Irene raised an eyebrow and nodded, leaving the kitchen to take out three stemmed glasses from the dining cabinet, chuckling.
"You know what?"
"The first time I went on a date with him, I knew he was the man I was going to marry."
"Really?"
Detective Seth turned to look at Summer, who was playing with the dogs on the floor, his face filled with surprise.
"Uh-huh, he's the funniest person I've ever met."
Irene placed the three stemmed glasses on the dining table, looking at Summer with tenderness and happiness in her eyes.
"That kind of long-lasting commitment is rare these days."
"I truly envy you two, that you can make such a long-term commitment a reality."
Seth bent down and sat on the soft sofa, pressing the power button on the TV, chuckling.
"What about you?"
"Why aren't you married yet?"
Irene returned to the kitchen, glanced at the TV, and asked with a smile.
"Oh, what are you asking about?"
"Irene."
Summer, who was playing with the dogs, heard this, glanced at his wife, then gave Seth an apologetic smile.
Seth waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind, and chuckled.
"I almost got married once, but it didn't work out."
As Seth spoke, he pressed the channel button on the TV remote, switching to the news channel.
"According to reporters, the launch of this new antibiotic has also been unanimously approved by the Pegurose Expert Committee."
"And the Umbrella Pharmaceuticals production base is expected to begin operation as early as early June this year, bringing this new antibiotic into our lives."
"Furthermore, according to experts from the Adimei United States FDAâŠ"
Summer, who was playing with the dogs on the floor, and Seth, sitting on the sofa, exchanged glances. Summer got up from the floor and sat on the sofa.
"Finally some good news. You must be feeling a bit better now, right?"
Seth looked at Summer with a smile. Summer rubbed his face, his brows relaxing, and chuckled.
"Yes, the launch of the new antibiotic is good for everyone. I just don't know if it will be effective against that virus."
Meanwhile, as they were enjoying wine, food, and leisurely conversation at home.
Far away, on the other side of the world, in Talmas City of the Ozma Federation, inside the city hospital.
"Dead, dead, deadâŠ"
In the emergency room, Dr. Cliff, dressed in a protective suit, stared at the patient on the bed who had lost breath and stopped moving, his face pale, his lips trembling.
"This condition hasn't appeared for a long time, so how did it suddenly spread!?"
Dr. Cliff turned and walked to the emergency room door, looking at the large group of patients sitting on chairs in the hallway outside, his hands and feet cold, even his liver trembling.
"Cough, coughâŠ"
"UghâŠ"
Nurses hurried through the hospital hallway, gurneys occasionally speeding by.
Even more terrifying was that it was already late night, but patients with the same symptoms continued to pour into the hospital.
Dr. Cliff suddenly turned pale and collapsed in front of the emergency room door with a thud.
"Dr. Cliff, what's wrong?"
A nurse saw him fall in front of the emergency room door and immediately knelt before him, her face anxious.
"UghâŠ"
But at this moment, Cliff suddenly vomited a clump of something from his mouth, his face contorted.
Pain, unbelievable pain.
It felt as if his large and small intestines were twisted together and tied in a knot, and someone was taking a knife and repeatedly carving holes in them.
As the nurse helped Dr. Cliff up, he thought to himself, still vomiting.
What's wrong with me?
I was fine before, why would I suddenly develop symptoms?
What a joke?
I won't just die like this, will I?
"Pull yourself together, Dr. Cliff!"
Familiar shouts kept coming from his ear. Cliff knew it was Dr. Talia.
"Dr. Cliff, can you hear me? Dr. CliffâŠ"
Dr. Talia stood by the bedside, calling out anxiously, hoping to bring Cliff back to consciousness.
With Cliff down, she was in charge of the emergency room.
***
Time: March 3, 1984, 10:22 AM.
Location: Ozma Federation, National Medical University.
Igor sat in the lecture hall, spacing out, his eyes vacant, his pen gently spinning in his hand.
"Igor, why are you spacing out?"
"Class is about to start."
His classmate next to him suddenly patted his shoulder, startling him so much that the spinning pen flew out of his hand.
"Clang!"
"Ah, my pen!"
Igor cried out, stood up, ran to his fallen pen, picked it up, and blew on it tenderly.
"Phew, thankfully it's not broken."
Igor stood up and glared at the classmate who had startled him, but the other person ignored his gaze, walked up to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and smirked.
"Heh heh, you rascal."
"Are you thinking about Elena, our department's beauty, again?"
Igor rolled his eyes and, annoyed, swatted away the hand on his shoulder, then sat back down.
"Ding-a-ling-a-lingâŠ"
Just then, the class bell rang, and the chatting students in the classroom immediately fell silent and returned to their seats.
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