The transformed girls proliferate infinitely, my number is in disaster

but……

He wants to know the truth more than this.

"In my memory, a large number of people in this world suddenly turned into that kind of ugly creatures that only know how to attack." The man in white looked seriously at the two girls who were too beautiful to be normal in front of him, "We will make these The changed people are called mutants. In terms of appearance, the difference between mutants and normal people is that mutants are corrupt all over their bodies, and they will definitely attack normal people when they see them. They will not remember their relatives and friends in the past, like strangers enemies, and unable to communicate."

"It seems to be about the same as I estimated. In fact, she and I are mutants in your eyes." Cannon fodder Miss No. 10 sighed for a long time, "Do you know? In our eyes, you are the only mutants." It's a creature that has turned into a strange appearance. We think that a zombie virus infected you, causing you to change into terrifying zombies that will attack everything you encounter. In this regard, the two sides have the same approach but the same results."

After the man in white heard this sentence, he fell silent.

The scene was extremely cold.

It was not until half a minute later that the man sighed, "I understand."

"Well, then, can you tell me why you suddenly mobilized so many zombies after you saw me... Oh, those normal people in your eyes at the time, did you take action against me?" Miss Battle No. 10 asked.

The man in white sat on the next step, raised his head, and looked at the girl leaning against the window.

Pale golden sunlight slanted in from the outdoors, illuminating her hair.

It's really beautiful.

It is completely unimaginable that just a few minutes ago, this girl was a girl zombie with pale and festering skin in her own image.

Unless it is a guy with particularly outrageous XP, it is impossible to have any aesthetics for such heavy-tasting zombies.

"I think you are the leader of the mutants." He thought for a while, and then said, "I saw you from a long distance, and felt that you were looking at me too. How should I put it...you are that This kind of existence makes me feel particularly dangerous at a glance. Because there is enough evidence to show that there is a leader among the mutants, so I seem to capture you alive and learn some information from you."

"Interesting." Fighting Miss No. 10 laughed, "That's how I saw you at the time. I thought you were the great commander among the zombies."

After saying this, she suddenly seemed to think of something, and added in a joking tone: "Don't think about it, there is no fate between me and you."

The man in white didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"So, is this actually a betrayal within humanity?"

"Yes, in your eyes, is there any explanation for how mutants were born?" Miss Combat No. 10 asked.

"No, we just think that you have mutated, which is caused by a special kind of cosmic radiation. But there are quite a group of people, especially medical scientists and chemists, who think that the truth of the fact should be related to a disease, or It's about the virus."

"We think you are infected with the zombie virus." Miss Combat spread her hands.

"Almost, mutants are actually not much different from zombies."

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His tone made Miss Battle feel a little sad.

In fact, the mysterious thread can deeply feel the despair in the other party's emotions.

"Are you sad?" Battle 10 asked.

"Ha ha."

The man laughed lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

He seemed to be mocking himself, and after a few seconds, he suddenly laughed.

"You know what? In my community, they call me the savior."

The man took a deep breath.

"When the disaster of mutants just started, I already noticed that something was wrong. I seized the opportunity and started to gather my compatriots, distribute guns, and let those people hold weapons to defend themselves. In this world, there are many people like me who are saving human beings people, but only me, are called the saviors."

His tone gradually became agitated.

"I led them to fight and fight against crazy mutants. I wanted to seek the truth. And those comrades, they trusted me and were willing to go through fire and water for me, not afraid of losing their lives."

Having said that, he thumped the floor next to him hard.

"But now, you have become one of us, and the original comrade-in-arms has turned into that kind of twisted person." The indifferent voice of Miss Battle No. 10 explained a certain reality.

"Yeah, why is this happening?" He gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "I still can't believe all this, but now, I think I am rational, so rational that I can't judge which side is true, Which side is false."

The most frightening truth is that the mutants they talk about are actually like normal humans, united with each other, and fighting with themselves who think they are united.

There is no savior, everything is just killing each other.

"I killed thousands of people, and finally found that I was the devil."

He looked down at his hands, and then at the scene outside the window.

There are zombies walking below.

They turned out to be his comrades-in-arms in the past, fighting cruelly with people like the girl beside him.

He really doesn't understand.

"How sad."

On the side of Miss Cannon Fodder No. 10, she could only smile wryly.

This matter, the first time as a player, when he came to complete the task under the instructions of the system, he already felt something was wrong.

Although I am an outsider, but really participating in it, there is indeed a bit of entanglement in it.

"I just want to know the truth now, what is the source of all this." He came to the window sill and firmly grasped the upper handrail.

2 minutes passed before the guy noticed something and looked back at the two girls who said nothing.

"You seem to have very powerful abilities, just like my eyes. During this period of time, I feel that my eyesight is particularly good."

"It should be that zombies are evolving, and all zombies are like this." Miss Combat No. 10 replied, "As for us, digging out the core of the dead zombie's head can absorb power from it. Of course, most people absorb As a result, he either died or was forcibly turned into a zombie."

"Is that so?"

"Well, I think the term virus is actually a bit unrealistic, but... we can start from this aspect, maybe there is really something in the body of the zombie."

Most likely pollution.

If it is that kind of abstract thing, it will be difficult to handle.

"By the way, I didn't feel it when there was no change before. In fact, we... are the researchers in the zombies. After capturing several important departments, we learned of an experiment related to the virus. Maybe that There's a reason for everything."

"What experiment?" Miss Cannon Fodder No. 10 asked.

"eternal life."

Ye Qian was a little surprised by the words of the man in white.

"They hope that people can live forever and keep their consciousness indefinitely without experiencing aging and death. But people's thoughts are deeply bound to the brain. It can be said that consciousness is produced based on the structure of the brain." The man in white He continued to look at the distant scenery with deep eyes.

The city was like ruins, and at this moment, a zombie was looking at this side from another building a few hundred meters away.

From the current point of view, that zombie is a terrible monster, seemingly without intelligence.

But I'm afraid that if you switch to the other side, you will see yourself in the same way, right?

"The binding between consciousness and the human brain, especially the irreplaceability of the brain, gave this group of researchers an idea. Just as many cells in the human body are actually being replaced, they believe that the human brain can also pass through slowly. Update the way to realize the preservation of memory."

Having said that, the man in white turned his head to look at the two girls.

"There is a concept, I think you have also thought about it. It is if a person's brain cells are replaced one by one, and new ones are produced to replace the original cells for work, and retain the past information. When the whole person's brain is replaced After being replaced again, is this person still me? If not, since when did this person cease to be him?"

"Regarding this issue, those scientists believe that whether it is the original self or not, the key factor is whether it is inherited during the replacement process. If the human brain is compared to memory hardware, it means that the entire memory cannot be destroyed at once, but only It can slowly replace each of the units. The new memory unit completely copies the previous one and puts it in its original position. When the entire memory is replaced, the memory device itself is actually no different from the past.”

When the man said this, Miss Fighting No. 10 understood.

"So, the solution they found was a virus?"

"Yes, it's not right. I don't know if they have conducted corresponding experiments, but those people did. For example, transforming proteins into semi-artificial structures, in addition to their original properties, are actually more artificial. Yes. They will copy the information in human cells like a virus, and then replace each other by themselves, occupying its original position."

"One of the ideas is that if the human brain is a structure composed of countless viruses, cells, and even nanomachines, it will replace the original cells at a slow speed for work, and then after all the replacements are completed, it will be equivalent to this. The carrier of human consciousness. Each one can be separated and reassembled, and if it is broken, it will be replaced with a new one."

"Of course... Even if this technology is achieved, the cells in the human body are slowly replaced one by one, and the original stable processing ability is retained, it is actually impossible to judge whether it is the original person. But according to the ideas of those researchers, at least The memory is preserved, and this process is gradual, instead of directly copying the entire brain and pasting it in a new one."

Miss Combat No. 10 propped her chin in her hand, thinking: "Your brain is made up of artificial viruses. When one virus dies, the information of this virus is transferred to another to replace the original virus to work. They are combined together. , still a complete you, this is the beginning of the zombie virus?"

"No, it's just a guess. No one knows what those guys did."

"Huh, okay."

Miss Combat thought of the doctor in the white coat before. He believed that the existence of the zombie virus itself violated the laws of physics and was incomprehensible.

It seems that the root cause may be a problem related to pollution.

When I traveled to the real world where even technology was created by some mysterious force, and then returned to a world where all the laws of physics are perfect and cannot be changed, the mentality is subtle.

Maybe the bottom of the world is different.

"If that's true, it means that the experiment results of these researchers have failed, after all, a zombie virus has been discovered."

"Maybe they tried to make this virus self-replicating, because only with this ability can it be replaced automatically without being left alone. But the virus eventually got out of control, probably like a cancer, engulfing the original brain, I dominate everything..." Having said this, the man in white was suddenly taken aback, "That is to say, my current brain has actually been completely replaced?"

"It shouldn't be. I think this virus is successful in a sense. At least it keeps you the original you. This is already like a brain robot, or a cell robot. Well, but in the end it is a virus, so If there are symptoms of infection, inflammation, blisters, abscesses on the body, etc. can also be explained."

God knows if this conclusion is right, anyway, it's too metaphysical, so I can only think so.

As an outsider, Miss Combat just felt that this kind of wonderful development was very special.

Especially so much that she didn't dare to think about whether such a thing would happen in reality.

"Unfortunately, when I brought you here before, your subordinates were still besieging those who hid upstairs with me. Hmm... It seems that they haven't hit it yet, but it will be soon."

Before the battle on the 10th, the mysterious thread was forcibly deflected, and we are still paying attention to the scene for the time being.

Due to the departure of the man in white, the zombie army, which lost its command, temporarily stopped to communicate there.

man:"……"

"Well, I have an idea here, and now I know a very critical issue. In the eyes of zombies, normal people attack themselves crazily no matter what. Now... I re-inject the virus into you, and you become Become a zombie. Then you should see me attack you. But then do nothing, don't fight, because I'm standing by, not doing anything."

"This……"

Men find it difficult.

"Do you mean to let me in the zombie state communicate with the normal you?"

"Yes, but the current situation shows that the cognition of zombies is different from that of normal people. In other words, communication itself is very difficult. Language is not good, so try writing and writing on the ground."

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "How should the virus be injected?"

"The fastest way is to find a zombie core, or let you touch the blood of the zombie."

Thinking of this, in the next corridor, Miss Cannon Fodder ran over to pick up the kernel that killed the zombie not long ago, and walked over.

"Do as I say."

In the following time, just like the man who was killed after being infected at the beginning, this white-clothed man also began to absorb it.

The process was painful, but after seeing the girl sucking half of it in front of him with a blank face, this guy felt ashamed, so he lost his temper, and while sweating, he sucked half of it abruptly.

Miss Cannon Fodder No. 10: "6"

I can't feel any pain, but this guy in front of me can really bear it.

"Is that all right?" he asked.

"I feel a little useful. The potion I gave you before has expired. It's a matter of time."

Not long after, this guy really held his head and cried out in pain, and quickly turned into a zombie.

Then he screamed in the zombie state, squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, looking very painful.

I have no idea what this guy is thinking.

but……

The zombified opponent really didn't attack him.

"But in his eyes, I should be attacking him crazily."

While thinking this way, the white-clothed zombie in front of him began to write on the ground with the tools he had prepared at the beginning.

It's just that the content written out made cannon fodder Miss No. 10 a little dazed.

Ghost character?

I can't understand it at all, it's the same as the language of aliens.

Miss Cannon Fodder was silent for a while, squatted on the ground, and began to write: "I don't understand what you wrote."

The other party continued to write.

Also incomprehensible content.