Great Power Technology.

Chapter 580 Experiment Hall
The stars will live forever, and the human race will live forever.

Looking at the familiar subtitles that surfaced, Ye Zhou didn't linger too much, but directly entered the plot selection interface.

Under the "Immune Reconstruction" scenario simulation, Ye Zhou saw a brief introduction about the simulation. There was very little information on it, and it wasn't even as detailed as what Ye Zhou had learned intermittently before.

The so-called immune reconstruction technology, in short, is to restore the normal immune function of the patient through immune organ or tissue transplantation. Currently, commonly used methods include but are not limited to hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, bone marrow transplantation, fetal liver transplantation and so on.

In all fairness, this is not a very advanced and breakthrough technology, but Ye Zhou also knows that the technology provided by the simulator is absolutely impossible to be as much as what people have seen so far.

According to his speculation, the technology provided by the simulator is likely to have a breakthrough in the source of rejection, transplantation or culture, but the specific situation can only be known after the plot simulation is over.

However, what Ye Zhou most hopes to see is of course a comprehensive upgrade-maybe in the technology library of the simulator, immune reconstruction has already broken through the basic path of "transplantation", isn't it necessarily true?

If this is the case, then human beings will enter a new stage in medicine, and countless incurable diseases will become as easy to treat as a cold.

Thinking of this, he didn't waste any more time, but directly clicked on the menu and entered the plot simulation.

The darkness gradually faded, Ye Zhou opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him froze him in place.

The first thing he felt was a bone-chilling chill—not cold, but the kind of coldness from the inside out caused by the lack of calories in the body due to long-term malnutrition and hunger.

He touched his arm and found that he didn't even have a piece of clothing on him.

He looked around, and a series of indifferent eyes were looking at him.

This is an empty hall, which seems to be inside a certain building. The huge screens on the walls show the marks of the times, but apart from those screens, there are no modern products in the entire venue.

There are tents, large and small, not even standard industrial products, but made of rags, asbestos rubble, and rotten wood.

Everyone was equally disheveled, some didn't even have a pair of underwear to hide their shame, they were just so empty and drooping numbly.

"Where am I?"

The information flow was still slowly pouring in. Ye Zhou was looking at the mixed black and white "companions" around him, while trying to search through the information flow, and soon, a keyword jumped into his mind.

South Africa.

This is South Africa.

To be precise, this is an unfinished building in a South African slum, where more than a thousand homeless and unemployed gather.

These 1000 people formed a small world and established their own kingdom. Although life was not easy, at least they lived on.

Of course, this was the case in the past, and now, someone has taken over the area and made an agreement with the so-called "manager" of the area.

Since then, everyone here has become a private property.

They are volunteers of the largest ASPEN medical company in South Africa, or to put it more bluntly, they are human guinea pigs.

With little income from experimenting with new treatments and medicines, these people barely make ends meet, and cannot even afford basic household items.

Ye Zhou looked into the distance, where several women were drying the yellowed gauze that had been washed under the sunlight coming in from the window. He had never seen such a thing before, but the combination of women, gauze, and drying Together, he instantly understood the purpose of those gauzes.

Poor enough indeed—but why, here are some able-bodied people, some even look strong, why don't they go?

The flow of information had stopped, he stood up blankly, and subconsciously walked towards the exit of the venue, but before he could take a few steps, a neatly dressed man stood up and blocked him.

"Ye, where do you want to go?"

Ye Zhou froze for a moment, then replied:
"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"The toilet is over there!"

The man pointed to the corner of the hall. There was indeed a small room marked with a toilet sign, but judging from the mottled dirt on the walls, the sanitary conditions there were definitely not very good.

The man didn't seem to want to let himself go.

Ye Zhou immediately understood his situation, so he immediately changed his words and said:
"I'm going out to bask in the sun and I'll be back in a while."

Hearing this, the man frowned, cursed in a low voice, and then said:

"Don't run around, it's your turn to test the medicine tomorrow, if you fail the health test, I'll be unlucky with you too—you don't want to run away, do you?"

"Let's talk about how I know how to run, what if I run away?"

Of course Ye Zhou wouldn't run away. The simulator made him appear here, which meant that he had his own mission to complete. He said this just to get more information from the man.

"That's true. They all signed the agreement. You don't want to be locked up in prison, right? You can still live here. If you enter Brandfrey, you will be able to come out alive."

Bland Frey Prison is the most chaotic and dangerous prison in South Africa. Ye Zhou has seen a lot of news about this prison before. More than 40% of South Africa's serious criminals are detained there, not to mention new prisoners, even if They are heavily armed prison guards, and their lives are in danger at any time inside.

After all, according to the tradition of that prison, once a prisoner has a conflict, the first thing to do is not to directly conflict, but to find an opportunity to stab the prison guard first, and then concentrate on solving the problem between the gangs after the prison guard is in chaos.

Ye Zhou could understand the man's threat, but what he didn't understand was why "signed the agreement" would be equal to "enter Brandfrey".

Even if I have an agreement with a medical company as a drug tester, I can't be caught in a prison for killers, gangsters and criminals against humanity because of breach of contract, right?

He looked at the man opposite, and replied with a provocative tone:

"I just don't want to run. How could they catch me if I wanted to?"

Hearing Ye Zhou's words, the man sneered and said:
"You are really a naive child. In this country, is there anything ASPEN can't do? Yes, maybe you won't be caught, but you will definitely disappear."

"I promise, you will disappear cleanly."

"If you don't want to participate in the experiment, you shouldn't have signed the agreement in the first place. Now that it's all over, do you think you still have a choice?"

Ye Zhou frowned slightly, and a guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

"You guys tricked me into signing it!"

The man's face instantly turned cold, and then, a heavy punch landed on Ye Zhou's face.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhou saw from the corner of his eye that more people were running towards him, and more fists landed on him. After just a few seconds, he hadn't even had time to feel the contact of fists and feet. After adding more pain, he returned directly to the simulator.

shit.

Is this directly beaten to death?

Ye Zhou stared dumbfounded at the settlement interface of the simulator, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It seems that the plot simulation this time is more complicated than he imagined.

(End of this chapter)