The World is Sick

"First of all, the donation website led by ME is always attacked by unknown hackers, and the network has crashed several times..."

"Moreover, our donation information can't be retrieved, obviously the traffic has been restricted by someone..."

"Information asymmetry, coupled with the misunderstanding and rejection of [Son of the Damned] in public opinion, we have hardly received any donated materials..."

"So, every time the ME company delivers things, it is basically allocated by the owner from the company's income. The situation is really stretched, so there is no way to guarantee that the materials can be delivered every month."

"It's okay if it's just these things. The problem is that those guards, on the grounds of isolating the infection, don't let our convoy enter behind the second giant stone wall at all..."

"These materials can only be distributed through their hands. We originally thought that they would intercept some of the materials and leave something for these children to live on..."

"Unexpectedly, their appetite is too big..."

Leiden Mei saw that there was a handover date for each item of supplies, so she couldn't help but slowly loosen the secretary's tie, with a gloomy expression.

"Miss, let me advise you, this kind of thing is the meaning of the above, we can't control it..."

"Recently, there have been problems with several businesses in the ME agency. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the owner..."

"So, put your things down and let's go as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man who has worked in ME agency for half his life, sighed, and advised him earnestly.

Even a small person like him can see the downfall of ME Club and the situation of the sons of the curse. The current situation of Raiden Ryoma can be imagined.

"Boom!"

While Mei Lei was in a state of turmoil, the high black wall made of huge stone monuments opened two outlets for dumping garbage.

With a bang, rotten fruit, moldy bread, worn-out cartons, discarded clothes... poured out from the garbage port.

"Boys, it's time for dinner!"

The man with a long, sullen face was lying in front of the huge stone monument, whistling, sneering and mocking.

What is unexpected is that the children hiding in the corner received the signal and flocked to pick up food, clothes, and other usable things on the garbage mountain.

Kevin saw one of the ponytailed girls with a few freckles pull out a bunny puppet from under the bricks, and his red eyes were filled with joy that he couldn't put it down.

She gently dusted off the dust on it, put the cotton back into the fleece little by little, and hugged this unique treasure tightly in her arms.

At this time, everyone saw many ME logos on the packaging boxes and plastic bags in the garbage dump, and a sense of shame and shame lingered in their hearts.

The things that should have fallen into the hands of the children were all intercepted; the dumped leftovers became the basis of their survival.

No one came forward to claim the rescue supplies that arrived; on the dirty garbage pile, there were weak survivors rummaging for everything that could be used.

Everything in front of me is like an absurd painting, and every pen and ink reveals a bitter irony.

"Stop talking! Set up rescue points and distribute supplies!"

Leiden Mei bit her lower lip tightly, grasped the two hands on the car door, her knuckles turned white, finally took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.

Everyone gritted their teeth, and began to carry the supplies without making a sound, unpacking the boxes and placing them on the table with the brackets.

However, what Leiden Mei and the others waited for was dead silence, and the Sons of the Cursed were always vigilant and repelled these outsiders.

Perhaps, in the world of these children, we can no longer see the kindness expressed by human beings to them.

Leiden Mei couldn't help feeling a little disheartened, she didn't understand why people became so prejudiced, so cruel, so vicious.

Finally, two white-haired children in ragged clothes walked forward anxiously to the rescue point. After tentatively taking the supplies from an employee, they quickly ran out of everyone's field of vision with the things in their arms.

edible!Usable!can take!

This simple and direct signal spread, instantly causing commotion among the cursed children.

Leiden Mei finally recovered from her frustration, hurriedly asked people to tear open some cans, cooked some self-heating lunch boxes, put them on the table, and called the children to come and pick them up with a loudspeaker.

The aroma of the food, coupled with the demonstration of the same kind, after the children overcame their fear, they gradually flocked to the rescue point, stretched out their dirty little hands, and waited for their own share of supplies.

Due to the large number of people in need of relief, not only all the transportation staff, but also Bronya and others began to distribute the materials.

Raiden Mei looked back at the empty car seat, only to notice that there seemed to be two missing in the line.

It wasn't until Kevin and Kiyana, who had dust marks on their bodies and their clothes torn apart, came back after a long detour, that the eldest lady of the ME agency suddenly realized.

"Don't worry, Mei! I will tell my parents the news! St. Freya Academy will definitely be able to accept a lot of places!"

Kiyana clenched her fists and vowed.

"Bronya will also tell this to Cocolia's mother, she has been adopting orphans..."

The three-no girl handed her Homu puppet to one of the children without hesitation, and after getting a smiling face, she also opened her lips to Leiden Mei to assure her.

Kevin looked back at the high wall of the huge stone tablet in the distance, showing a slight smile.

Just this smile, very cold... very cold...

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Chapter 501 Chapter [-] The Invisible Third Stone Monument (First Change)

"From today onwards, I will be your teacher, named Satomi Rentaro..."

"I'm interested in observing insects, collecting plants, and also like microbes... Do you have any questions for me?"

On a crude blackboard, Satomi Rentaro solemnly wrote his name, and then nervously faced a group of Cursed Children who were drinking milk, eating biscuits, and looking curiously.

Aihara Yanzhu, Bronya, Xier and others are also among them, as a medium to appease the children.

"I, I, I..."

"I heard that you and Xiaozhu live together on the premise of getting married. Is this true?"

The little girl with two black braids got up excitedly and asked.

"This is real!"

Aihara Enju, who was lurking among the children, did not wait for Satomi Rentaro to answer, so she answered first, wanting to confirm the important relationship.

"Amazing…"

All the children were amazed and showed envious expressions towards the girl with her hands on her hips.

"No, listen to my explanation!"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the classroom had gone astray, the inexperienced Satomi Rentaro hurriedly brought back the topic, but it didn't work.

It wasn't until Kevin, who was the disciplinary committee member, knocked Aihara Nobuzu on the head while the children were walking away, that the commotion gradually stopped.

Temporary teacher Satomi Rentaro had the opportunity to talk about some basic countries, geography and history.

When the classroom is on the right track, most of the children play and learn in the open space, and the nearby renovation work is also in full swing.

New freight trucks arrived one after another, and with the full turnaround of Thunder Ryoma, those sinister scum guards could only give up temporarily.

Dozens of ME employees, led by Leiden Mei, cleaned up dangerous buildings nearby and rebuilt some prefabricated houses.

Afterwards, a medical team also stationed in it, taking advantage of the ten minutes between classes, to do some routine physical examinations for this group of children.

The leading doctor was a melancholy woman, wearing a dirty white coat, with dull eyes and messy hair, as if she was afraid of the sun outside.

This female doctor named Sumire Muroto is a house-squatter and a mad scientist.She originally had some friendship with Raiden Ryoma.

It's just that since the female doctor's lover was killed by the original intestine creature, she lost control of her spirit. Later, for revenge, she replaced Raiden Ryoma and took over the transformation of the 787 mechanized special unit.

Rentaro Satomi, who was attacked by gastroenterology and had a large area of ​​limbs infected, was also one of her test subjects.

Later, the relationship between Raiden Ryoma and this old friend once dropped to a freezing point, and the two did not communicate much.

Originally the proud and proud president of ME Club, he never thought that he would seek Sumire Muroto's head, but public medical resources could not be mobilized by Raiden Ryoma's relationship.

When some private medical teams heard that the area they were going to was the second megalithic monument, they either shied away or demanded a lot of money, and very few agreed.

There is no way, in order to meet the needs of his daughter, Leiden Ryoma had no choice but to put down his face, and with the mentality of trying, he went to invite this mentally unstable home to squat.

Although Muroto Sumire seems unreliable, she is still well-known in the medical field. Under the shouting, she recruited a group of doctors to come to help.

In addition, this woman also did a few good things, such as testing the erosion rate of the original enterovirus in the bodies of these cursed children, and leaving a bracelet that can be checked at any time for real-time monitoring.

As the scene became lively, another unexpected reinforcement came to help.

Sima Weizhi, the daughter of the president of the famous weapons company Sima Heavy Industry, accompanied by Tendo Kigeng, also brought some assistance of his own.

Of course, based on her behavior of going straight after she came in, this young lady probably came to this muddy water for Satomi Rentaro's face, and it was in her own name.

The hatred in Tiantong Mugeng's heart was too heavy, if he couldn't vent it in time, he would go crazy sooner or later.

As for Sima Weizhi, the smell of profit was a bit heavy, and he didn't plan to go into the water by himself at all. Is it a female fox, or the silly girl in front of me is purer.

Kevin, who was watching coldly, couldn't help but compare several girls of similar age. When he saw Leiden Mei who was carrying the prefabricated equipment on the spot, he couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head slightly.

After Kevin handed a steel plate to the builder, he noticed that Rentaro Satomi was looking at the towering giant stone wall after class, with a complicated expression and murmured.

"With these two walls...will they be able to sleep?"

"To be precise, it should be three..."

The boy with his hands in his pockets approached at some point and patted the mottled giant stone wall with a mocking expression.

"These sons of the curse are the first line of defense against gastroenteric creatures..."

"In the eyes of some people, those infected with the original enterovirus will mutate sooner or later. If they enter the normal society, they will be a hidden danger that is difficult to control..."

"Instead of doing this, it's better to make the best use of everything, plant these time bombs on the coastline outside the giant stone monument, and use their lives to consume the first wave of gastroenteric invasion..."

"You don't need to spend pensions, you don't need to waste the elite soldiers who are struggling in Japan, just use your words and grasp the direction of public opinion, and you can complete this layout..."

"Continue to live, then stay here and slowly mutate. If you die, it's just a one-hundred-one-hundredth..."

"It's a good deal, isn't it?"