Doom Roar

Political matters are too difficult to say. Since the government can deceive the survivors once, there is no guarantee that there will be no second time.

"I think the credibility of this notice is very high." He Shang summoned a bright yellow "baby mouse" at some point and fiddled with it in the palm of his hand, and said in a calm tone.

"Why do you look at it that way?"

"It's very simple. Taking Shangshan as an example, all means of contact with the outside world are basically cut off. Except for survivors who have satellite TV receivers or can directly access the Internet through satellites like us, how many people do you think can see this notice? What about it? And the phantom creatures outside are not something ordinary survivors can fight against. Even after seeing this notice, how many people are determined to take risks to save themselves?

What's more, if the defense line is organized, a large number of troops will be mobilized to block the relevant roads. As long as interested people in non-disaster areas want to check, it is easy to get definite information. It's a scam, and that's just because they can't do it, but from the government's point of view, they hope that the survivors in the disaster area can escape by themselves. After all, the more survivors, the less pressure they will receive from public opinion, unless the government officials They all became mentally disabled in an instant, otherwise, how could anyone dare to tamper with such a thing? "[

He Shang's analysis is indeed reasonable. From this point of view, this escape route provided by the government should be feasible.

Shangshan City is only a three-hour drive from the provincial capital Nanzheng City. Even if there is a large-scale congestion on the road, multiplying this time by ten times can almost reach it. As long as these survivors can be brought safely within the army's defense line, the rest Leave the resettlement work to the people in the government.

"But the question is, how can we convince those survivors to believe our words and follow us?" To be honest, even how to protect the safety of these people on the road, and not persuade them to leave gave Xu Mo a headache.

He Shang patted Xu Mo's shoulder comfortingly, shook his head and said, "God said, whoever believes in me will have eternal life... You see, God knows that he can't control those who don't believe in him at all, so don't mess yourself up." There's too much pressure."

"Are you sure this sentence is interpreted in this way? It's a good thing you didn't live in the Middle Ages, otherwise you must be tied to the fire..."

Anyway, He Shang's words made Xu Mo's heart suddenly relieved a lot. Indeed, he seems to be too paranoid about life all the time, especially after he has the ability, he always wants to play a savior unconsciously As a character, as long as possible, everyone wants to save everyone's life as much as possible, but he never thinks about the wishes of the other party, whether the saved person will accept his help.

This seems to be an absurd conclusion. Who would not care about their own life, but choose to die instead of giving up the chance of being rescued?

But the reality is like this. Before seeing the final outcome, no one can know whether the path he chose is correct.In such a situation where the outcome cannot be predicted, no one would be willing to hand over the direction of their own destiny to others to choose, but Xu Mo had been playing the role of a person who forcibly chose the future path for others.

Forcibly controlling the fate of others, even with good intentions, is only a different kind of thug.

Do your best and obey the fate...let the survivors choose their own future...

Click!Crash!boom!

"Ah~! You have four eyes! I'm fucking your sister! Ah! Light up...light up! It's about to break..."

Suddenly there was a series of violent noises of something collapsing from the next door, followed by the woman's terrified screams and Long Tao's seemingly painful and angry curses resounding throughout the corridor on the third floor.

Xu Mo subconsciously looked at He Shang who was printing a map with the printer in the office, and asked in a low voice, "What did you do to Long Tao?"

"It's nothing."

He Shang held up his glasses calmly, rolled up the map and put it under his arm, closed his notebook and left the room as if nothing had happened.

A group of fluffy colorful baby mice squeaked and squeaked out of the door of Long Tao's room like a flood, with more or less sawdust hanging from the corners of their mouths, and after a while they only covered it with a towel Long Tao's lower body was blue and purple, and he struggled out of the room with a strange pace. He was sweating profusely while holding on to the door frame, panting heavily, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to curse.

"Uh...Long Tao, are you alright?" Xu Mo poked his head out curiously. He probably guessed what happened just now, but he didn't expect that Long Tao was injured so badly.

"Fuck his sister! Those four eyes actually made his mice gnaw at the foot of my bed..."[

"Uh... Did the bed touch you when it collapsed?" Xu Mo glanced subconsciously between Long Tao's legs.

"No..." Long Tao said vigorously.

"Then you are...?"

"My girlfriend was so scared that my little sister went into convulsions, and my little brother happened to be sprinting..."

"..."

Xu Mo spoke, and suddenly felt that this coincidence was really painful.

……

I don't know if the corpses of dozens of supermarket guards thrown down last night satisfied those velociraptors' desire for flesh and blood. The defense line on the first floor did not show any signs of being attacked all night, which also gave Xu Mo and others a rare sleep. I got a sense of security.

Of course, except for Long Tao.

Early the next morning, Xu Mo was awakened by cheerful noises faintly coming from the corridor. Before he could sit up, He Shang had already walked in with a thermos bucket door.

"What are the survivors outside celebrating? It can't be that the official rescue has really arrived, right?" Xu Mo opened a bottle of mineral water and asked with a smile while washing up outside.

Rescue is impossible, Xu Mo is very clear about this, saying that is just a joke.

"To a certain extent, it's better than being rescued." He Shang raised the thermos bucket in his hand as if showing off, and twitched his brows funnyly: "Guess what?"

"This is... rice porridge?" In fact, as soon as He Shang came in, Xu Mo had already vaguely smelled the fragrance of rice porridge.

"Can't you make a few symbolic guesses wrong, so that I can feel a little bit of accomplishment?" He Shang looked funny, took out two sets of plastic tableware from behind, and threw a bag of twenty pieces to Xu Mo Put a small bun and said: "I have mustard pickles here, but unfortunately there are no steamed buns. Let's use small buns to deal with it first..."

Xu Mo is not picky about food, not to mention that it is not bad to have something to eat, so he thanked He Shang, tore open the packaging bag, picked up a bowl and ate breakfast.

***

Yesterday, I was in pain all morning, took medicine, and slept in the dark all afternoon. I finally got better at night. I went to watch the 3rd version of "Transformers 3" with my wife. In the end, nothing but the heroine's thighs and Except for a bunch of flying parts, the rest hardly remembers anything.

Today, although there is no such tangled pain in the stomach, but the faint little pain is constantly killing the energy and physical strength of Xiaoren. Sitting in front of the computer, typing a few words will make the sweat flow down the back, no matter what. Those who knew it thought Xiao Ren was doing heavy physical work.

The night is finally getting better. Hurry up and write a chapter. Whether there will be another chapter depends on Xiaoren's physical condition. g! ~!