Jong-seok, who had been searching for infected people, having a tachycardia among hundreds of people who appeared to be cold patients, found his idea to be right.

'Everyone lives in MacArthur Park or something, or near MacArthur Park.’

He was throwing questions at the patient.

"When did you go to MacArthur Park?”

"I'll be there every day."

"What do you do every day?"

"I spend my time and eat free meals."

"Free lunch... So was there anything special about the school meals you had within ten days?"

"I didn't have one."

Jong-seok asked the patient while looking at him.

"Wasn't it different from what you usually eat?"

"It was just the bread and soup I usually ate."

Jong-seok thought for a moment about it, nodded and saw the agent, and he took the patient with him.

There must have been something in common in the last ten days. The symptoms are too similar.’

Same time... Although there may be differences, the symptoms were so similar that it could not be seen only because of the disease on the same day.

'I'm sure there's something they've done together in ten days.’

Jong-seok, who had been thinking about it for a while, looked around.

All patients who appeared to have a summer cold had a vein, all of whom were classified.

Jong-seok looked around and turned his head toward the agent.

"We've sorted out people who have a summer cold and infected."

"Okay."

And Jong-seok spoke to an agent trying to turn himself around.

"Excuse me."

"What?"

"Are we done identifying the people here?"

"No thanks."

"Already?"

I saw CDC agents go around asking people questions, but I didn't know they were all done identifying hundreds of people.

"I've written down the identities of both the patient and those who came to take the bedclothes.

"Oh, but what about the homeless?"

"There is a possibility that you wrote the address fake, so we need to investigate it."

Jong-seok thought for a moment and shouted at the agent's words.

"Is there anyone who lives in MacArthur Park or lives nearby?"

The agent looked at him with a puzzled look at Jong-seok's cry.

"What are you doing?”

"The sick people are people who live in MacArthur Park or go there often. So if any of the people who live in MacArthur Park are not sick, wouldn't you know why they weren't?”

The agent nodded and shouted at Jong-seok's words.

"Anyone from MacArthur Park or nearby?"

As Jong-seok and his agents shouted and looked around, Richard looked at the bedclothes, and they shouted together.

"Anyone from MacArthur Park or nearby?"

Suddenly, the faces of the CDC and the police were young as bedclothes began to chat and wait together.

And some people started to raise their hands. Jong-seok hurried up to them.

"Do you live in MacArthur Park?"

"Yes."

"Nosuk?"

A man frowned at the question of Jong-seok and glanced at the people in the plastic film.

"But why are only our people there?”

"Are you sick?"

"We're all sick..."

Jong-seok asked a person's question.

"Are you close to them?"

"Because we see each other every day rather than close."

"I'll take a look at Mac for a moment."

Jong-seok was in a tachycardia when a person reached out his hand.

'The kidney's not good. You're addicted to alcohol.’

Jong-seok, who had a human pulse, said after a while.

"Try less alcohol. You're going to die."

A person laughed at Jong-seok's words. Would you have been drinking if you were concerned about your health?

Jong-seok asked, looking at the person with the look on his face.

"Have you ever left MacArthur Park within ten days?"

"Within ten days..."

The speaker smiled at Jong-seok.

"He..."

Jong-seok's appetite returned to Jong-seok when he saw a man rubbing his two fingers with a smile and took out five dollars from his wallet.

"Don't drink and eat."

The person who received the five dollars reeked his appetite as if it were a small amount and opened his mouth while looking at Jong-seok.

"I went out on the streets seven or six days ago to beg."

"You don't seem to go out every day."

"Only when you need money, you go out and beg."

"Then when and how long have you been out?”

"I think I went out for lunch and came back after sunset?"

Jong-seok nodded at the man's words.

'From lunch to dinner seven days before the sixth...'

Jong-seok approached the people who raised other hands and asked them something similar to what he had asked this person.

And found one thing in common.

They were not there since lunch before six days ago until the sun went down.’

Those who did not get sick were homeless or frequent visitors to MacArthur Park.

And the difference between a man who's not sick... They were not in the park since lunch six days ago until sunset.

When Jong-seok, who found the common ground, saw the agent, he nodded and grabbed the radio.

"McArthur Parks found common ground, homeless people who weren't in the park from lunch six days ago until sunset did not catch the epidemic."

Are you sure about six days ago?

"It's common among homeless people who stay in MacArthur Park and stay there."

Okay

An agent radioed the last stone.

"We have a good lead."

Nodding at the agent's words, Jong-seok looked around at the crowd and began to feel the pulse from those close to him.

"Didn't you check out all the patients with summer colds?"

"I'm going to check with the others.”

"Then call me if you have an infected person."

When the agent turned around, Jong-seok began to mollify the people. Fortunately, Jong-seok had a pulse, and people responded smoothly.

Sometimes some people asked for money, but Jong-seok skipped them.

It's like this, but... There's definitely a lot of cases.’

Most of the people here were low-income or homeless people without money.

Not all low-income or homeless people are weak and sick, but only the sick people were gathered for the practical test, so many cases could be seen in one place.

And this was a good opportunity for Jong-seok, who studied Western constitution.

Blackwood has a lot of cases, but... There was no case for the elderly and the weak.

Blackwood's agents were top soldiers, so not only physical strength but also physical strength.

That's why there are many cases of trauma and rehabilitation, but none of these cases are about the elderly and the weak.

Inside the vinyl membrane, CDC agents were analyzing the blood drawn from the infected person's body.

The analysis was conducted only on patients selected by Jongseok and oriental medicine doctors, so the results came out faster than expected.

I'm only doing the tests I need.

Anyway, Luke nodded as he was looking at the blood checklist on the monitor.

"Similar to the native African virus.”

An agent said to Luke's murmur while he was looking at the blood test table.

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be the air-borne side."

He had Luke call up Jong-seok after a while.

It was Jong-seok, not the CDC, who secretly controlled the situation outside.

That's why I want to explain the situation to Jong-seok.

Luke explained the situation when Jong-seok entered the vinyl screen.

"We have confirmed the virus. It's an African native virus."

"African native virus? Why in America?"

"It could have been through someone who traveled there, or it could have been a mix of imports from Africa."

Luke, who was looking at the checklist for a while, opened his mouth.

"Or someone might have released the virus on purpose."

"Terrorism?"

When Jong-seok was surprised, Luke shook his head after a while.

"But it's not terrorism, it's a target..."

Luke glanced at the infected. Jong-seok nodded at the sight.

Terrorism would deal a blow to ordinary citizens or to places important to the United States.

Of course, the homeless and low-income people here are ordinary citizens of the United States, but... Too little gain to be used as a target of terrorism.

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, said, looking at his blood card.

"What about MacArthur Park?"

"We've also found an infected person there."

"How are you?"

"It's worse than here."

"Are you serious?"

"People who are highly addicted to drugs or alcohol are exempt from applying as patients here.”

"You mean the symptoms are severe for the elderly and the infirm.”

Luke, who nodded, opened his mouth.

"Fortunately, there's a pharmaceutical company that studies the virus, so you'll be able to get out before tomorrow morning."

"Until tomorrow morning?"

"Even if you don't have the infection, you should take it as a precaution. And we can't leave until we get people's results."

"We checked..."

"I know the vein works, but... If the report says he had a vein instead of a blood test, I'll get fired."

Luke nodded when he said he couldn't help it.

We can't let him go without a blood test.’

***

The next morning Jong-seok was able to leave the auditorium with Tak Myung-jin. I took the medicine handed out by CDC agents and let them leave if they were in a device that gave them a strange glow for a minute.

Anyway, Jong-seok, who came outside, could see reporters buzzing in front of the auditorium.

"People are coming out now."

"In an interview with Richard Kim, chairman of the California Bedclothes Committee..."

Jong-seok murmured as he watched the reporters humming.

"It's noisy outside."

"I know."

When Tak Myung-jin took out his cell phone, Jong-seok also took out his cell phone. When I was in the auditorium, CDC agents had seized my cell phone.

They blocked the information because it could cause anxiety in society if they post it on the Internet by exaggerating the atmosphere and things inside.

Jong-seok pressed one of the articles on the Internet.

The article was accompanied by a photograph and a master's ledge. Photos of the kidney and liver damaged by the disease and of the patients were edited irritably, giving fear beyond disgust.

Tak Myung-jin shook his head when he saw the photos and news on Jong-seok's cell phone.

"It's insensitive."

"I know."

Jong-seok, who was posting the news while looking at the picture, saw the medicine he took.

"This is the medicine we took.”

Jong-seok nodded at Tak Myung-jin's words, thought about something for a while, and moved on.

"Is there a pharmacy near here?”

"You know there's a drugstore in the U.S. at the supermarket. There's a supermarket."

At Tak Myung-jin's words, Jong-seok walked with him to the supermarket. On entering the supermarket, Jong-seok saw a paper hanging at the entrance.

Seeing the paper, Jong-seok went into the supermarket. On one side of the supermarket was a pharmacy, as Tak Myung-jin said.

And in front of it, people were lining up in a long line to buy medicine. Jong-seok approached the pharmacy and listened.

"RX57 please."

"It's $120."

"What's so expensive?”

"It's $20 if you bring the prescription from the hospital. Do you have a prescription?"

In other words, if you get sick, the price of medicine is cheap.

The buyer sighed at the pharmacist's words and paid for the medicine.

Jong-seok was in line for a while before he stood in line.

"Are you going to buy some medicine?"

"I have something to ask you."

At Jong-seok's horse, Tak Myung-jin looked at him and lined up behind him. Then Jong-seok, who waited for the line to be finished, bought an RX57 and asked when it was his turn.

"Is this medicine used for other diseases?”

"It's a drug used for native African viruses."

"Then who usually lives?"

"People who go to Africa buy and eat before traveling."

"I see. Then do you usually sell a lot?"

The pharmacist reeked at Jong-seok's words and looked in line. I have to sell medicine, but Jong-seok keeps talking, so I'm lazy.

"Next."

When Jong-seok took the medicine at the pharmacist's words and turned around, the pharmacist said bluntly.

"It doesn't usually go out."

"A raw milk."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the pharmacist's words, began to leave the pharmacy.

"You don't... you don't, do you?’

As he left the pharmacy, Jong-seok shook his head in a single inference that came to mind.

No matter how much money I like... The question arises whether the disease was spread to sell drugs.

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