Who would have thought that a mouse would commit suicide!
Cheyenne was stunned for a while after carefully sorting out the matter, her heart becoming very panicked.
Leandro, with his experiences across the land when he was younger, appeared much calmer compared to Cheyenne at the moment.
“Do you believe now that a tiny bug can control people’s thoughts?”
She, showing that she was scared, nodded obediently, “Uh-huh… Actually, there is another explanation. Old Mr. Zamora, don’t you think this is like witchcraft?”
“In a movie I watched, the villain fed the protagonist a centipede, then started telling the person what to do.”
Though the method was crude, it could be considered a form of manipulation.
The most common occurrence is what we’ve read in novels and seen on TV shows-love spells!
Coincidentally, Leandro also thought so.
If he were to write in his report that over the years, changes in the natural environment led to the mutation of shape-shifting insects, thus controlling human consciousness and manipulating the hosts to commit suicide, everyone would think that doomsday is near.
That would only lead to fear and instability in society.
It’s better to write that it’s a form of witchcraft.
At the very least, witchcraft has been a mysterious art in Chulae’s history for thousands of years, with documented records in ancient texts.
Who knows, maybe this mutated shape-shifting insect was created by someone researching witchcraft.
The two fell silent in the laboratory, both feeling uneasy about this bizarre discovery.
Leandro silently covered Petri dish No. 4 with the black cloth from earlier and placed it back where it originally was.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but think back to four years ago…
“Old Mr. Zamora, do you think the mutated shape-shifting insect and the Serpent Magic Master Iker was afflicted with four years ago were done by the same group of people?”
Leandro, of course, knew about the Serpent Magic because he had helped to undo the curse Iker was afflicted with four years ago.
“They’re not quite the same. The Serpent Magic is just a more special type of animalistic witchcraft compared to what we’re facing now, which is a shape-shifting creature that controls consciousness.”
“If we were to force a connection between the two, I really don’t know where to start researching.”
Cheyenne just mentioned it casually as well; she didn’t believe they were done by the same group of people.
The Lucas family had already been defeated… Gregory died on Serpent Isle.
The fire on the island raged for a whole week, and even if he had nine lives, he couldn’t have survived in such a massive blaze.
Could it be… that guy had returned?
If it really was him, Cheyenne couldn’t help but worry about Kelvin’s safety.
“Alright girl, don’t worry too much.”
“With just you, a young girl, and me, an old man, it’s really hard to come up with a solution. So I’ve already reported this to the President and the Parliament.”
“As for what to do next, we can only wait for instructions from above.”
“Okay.”
“By the way, Old Mr. Zamora, how is Monica doing now?”
Her question made Leandro fall silent. The old man looked at her and shook his head under Cheyenne’s repeated inquiries.
He sighed heavily, “Not too good.”
Cheyenne’s eyes widened instantly, her voice trembling, “In what way is it not good, Old Mr. Zamora, just tell me directly, the more you hesitate, the more scared I get.”
“Then I’ll just say it directly, although you used the secret needle technique of the Edwards family to concentrate the poison in her legs, there are still signs of infection these days.”
Yesterday, he and Eddie examined Monica together, discussing the idea of removing the worm eggs through surgery only to find that the mutant shape-shifting parasites had already hatched.
And there were quite a few of them, visible throughout her entire leg in the CT scan.
These tiny worm bodies, as thin as a hair, can flow rapidly along with the bloodstream, and there is even a risk of spreading towards the heart.
Once they successfully lodge on a patient’s heart, they are very likely to control the patient’s consciousness.
In these days, due to the tingling sensation in her chest, Monica has started to show some tendencies towards self-harm.
Just yesterday, the nurse who went to change her bandages found a small knife in the ward, with Monica holding the knife and constantly cutting her own legs, blood flowing all over the floor.
She had a seizure relatively late, and several other soldiers infected with the shape-shifting parasites like her have died one after another these days.
They all died by suicide, with the most common method being to cut their throats with a knife.
Iker knows about this too, and all the deaths were people he brought out, making him the most concerned person about this matter and the one who most hopes to resolve it quickly.
Cheyenne scratched the back of her head in distress, “It’s been almost a month since they were infected to the outbreak. In other words, we discovered it too late.”
“If we have newly infected patients, perhaps we can try to kill these parasites in the body through surgery, or surgically remove them.”
“You are right, but… where do we find the worm mother? And we need newly infected patients… this is too difficult.”
Since these parasites were brought out from the rainforest of the Black Triangle, there may still be many of these parasites there.
If one could personally make a trip there, there might be new discoveries.
Seeing her expression, Leandro guessed what she wanted to do, his face changed drastically, “No, absolutely not! You, a young girl, cannot take risks, do you hear me?”
“Old Mr. Zamora… you also said this matter is of great importance.”
If it were just ordinary people infected, there might still be a chance to turn things around, but it happened to be the elite troops of Chulae who were infected.
If the soldiers start committing suicide because of this disease, it would endanger the security of the entire Chulae!
As a member of the country, Cheyenne cannot turn a blind eye.
Leandro also knew what she was worried about.
Publicly, he admired Cheyenne’s talent and courage. She had already achieved so much at a young age.
In the future, she will surely surpass this group of old folks, bringing more surprises to the people and the country.
Also, she was his good friend’s granddaughter. He didn’t want Cheyenne to take risks.
“Old Mr. Zamora, the safety of the country is everyone’s responsibility. Although I am a woman, I also understand that without a country, there is no home.”
“Four years ago, a virus separated countless families, leaving behind many orphans and widows. When I saw the hope shattered in their eyes, it was even more painful than being infected myself!”
“I never want to experience such a tragedy in my lifetime again!”
Now she was also a mother, and the thought of her own child exposed to such a dangerous social environment, how could she be at ease?”