C11 Red Eye Disease(11)

I didn't think this guy would eventually burn himself to death.

Thinking back to the fireball attack he used on us, it wasn't hard to imagine that the current phenomenon of self-combustion in the human body could be achieved under his own control. But for what? Because he didn't want to reveal more information, so he had to end his own life before he was interrogated? He had to admit, in order to get more information from him, I did think of using cruel methods to torture him, as for the specific interrogation techniques... I have read a lot on paper and on the internet, but in the end, I have only thought about it. I have only read about the torture of the captives on paper and on the internet, too. I am actually very hesitant about whether or not to carry it out.

However, since he's already dead, the interrogation has become empty talk. There's no point in talking about it anymore.

We returned to the car and left the battlefield.

Along the way, I've been thinking about what that person said.

His words were both inconceivable and fragmented. Even if we were to completely believe it, it would be difficult to piece together a complete picture. I have no choice but to sort out some of the information that I currently know before analyzing it.

In order to make my thoughts more concise and organized, I took out a notebook and a pen from the car and wrote my thoughts on paper.

The following content was based on the fact that the person wasn't speaking nonsense.

First, from the words of the great god, Living Sacrifice, heresy, us and rituals that this person mentioned, He came from a cult that had mastered the Supernatural Power, and his accomplices were residing in the Beaver City. The number was uncertain.

Secondly, he had a very detailed understanding of the Red Eye's disaster. He knew the truth of the disaster, and even... this disaster was caused by them. He had to seriously consider this possibility.

Thirdly, he claimed that the Beaver City had entered the stomach of a god. We will all be digested. These words sounded like the Beaver City had already entered the unrealistic Another Dimension. If we combine this information with the current situation of us being unable to leave Beaver City, it seems to be the reason why we are unable to leave. I will infer here unreservedly: The reason why the border of the Beaver City became a cliff is because this place is already within the stomach of the gods.

Fourth, the heretics that he left behind in Beaver City who do not believe in gods - this place can be completely renamed as a citizen of Beaver City - they are divided into two types. One is the claws of the emissary, and the other is prey. If he looked at the current situation of the Beaver City, he would simply change the concept. They could totally understand the claws and claws of the emissary as "patients with Red Eye," while the prey was "survivors without Red Eye," and what caused this situation was the ritual he spoke of.

Was the outbreak of the Red Eye because of the evil cult's ritual?

Speaking of which, the researchers who had discovered the Red Eye in the research institute had also said that the Red Eye was not a disease, but a curse?

This way, it can be consistent. My thoughts seem to have some kind of inexplicable persuasive power. I even feel that it would be unreasonable if this is not the case.

In addition, that person also called us the Living Sacrifice. This is probably the position of the evil sect towards the survivors.

He even called me a heretical mage...

Come to think of it, I also don't know how he activated the Supernatural Power. Because I don't know, I could only suspect that he was the same Superpowered as me in the beginning. This might be the same with him. He might not know that I am a Superpowered, so after seeing that I can activate the Supernatural Power... What kind of heretic mage do you think I am? Could it be that in his heart, he himself is a heretic mage?

Mage - -

I also wrote this word in my notes, treating it as a different type of group that can use Supernatural Power.

Of course, it's not like I never doubted that the Superpowered and the mage were actually the same thing. We are all the same kind, just using different names. However, I will put this thought in my heart for now, and when I have the chance in the future, I will verify it.

I'll write the notebook here for the time being.

Because he was writing on the car, not only was the tip of the brush easy to cut, but he would also feel dizzy and dizzy after a long period of time. I'm already feeling unwell.

Aoba, who was sitting next to me on the passenger seat, naturally saw the contents of my notes.

"Ning Hai, do you think... this cult caused the Red Eye to explode?" She asked.

"I have this kind of suspicion, but these are just some incautious speculations." I said, "That guy's mental state doesn't seem normal, if what he said isn't true, I said, that guy's mental state didn't seem normal at all, if what he said wasn't true, then all I wrote was scrap paper "

Even so, to be honest, after writing so much, it would be very difficult for me to convince myself not to believe his words.

"Ning Hai." Yukio suddenly said, "Can you let me take a look at that notebook after that?"

I looked at her.

Because she was facing her enemies previously, she took out an especially tough and cold attitude. But now that the battle was over, Other than her, Aoba and I were the only ones here. She revealed an expression of extreme exhaustion. The tiredness here did not mean that she looked very tired. Instead, it was a kind of mental state that felt disheartened towards the road ahead. First, she could not get medicine, and then she could not get any results. The continuous blows caused a devastating blow to her enthusiasm.

She should take a good rest.

"I'll give it to you tomorrow." I said, "You need to rest. Didn't you not sleep yesterday? Go back and sleep first."

"Okay, I understand." Yukio said.

In the afternoon, we returned to Yukio's house, the villa.

When we got out of the car, Mr Miwa, who was in the back row, woke up again. I knocked him out again and carried him to the empty room on the third floor of the villa.

Yukio returned to the bedroom on the second floor and went to rest.

After that, Aoba and I gathered in the living room on the first floor and sat on the sofa together.

"Aoba." I put the notebook aside. "Do you have any thoughts about what will happen next?"

"Thoughts..." Aoba was slightly stunned before she started to think.

Our original plan was to leave the Beaver City, stay away from the center of chaos, and go to a safe place. But now, this plan has gone bankrupt, and we have no choice but to stay here and face the city full of patients again.

What does this mean?

To us, the greatest danger is not the patients.

The patient is not difficult to deal with. As long as I have my Superpower and Yukio's pistol, Even if this place is attacked by the patient, we can still deal with it. If there are too many patients, I can't handle them. We can also drive the car and escape immediately. It is not impossible for us to not be able to face them head on or escape, but the possibility of this happening is relatively low. And as long as we are alert enough, it can be avoided.

The most dangerous thing... is that no matter what, it cannot be avoided.

For example, infecting the Red Eye.

Up until now, we don't know how to prevent the Red Eye from being infected. We also don't know how it infected the human body. For example, the Red Eye is like a zombie virus that can be transmitted through the air. No matter if you were hurt by the zombie or not, you could become one of them. Every second that you spend in Beaver City, there is a possibility that I, Aoba, and Yukio will become patients. The most terrifying thing is, if the Red Eye is really not a disease... It is... Then the effort to find out the source of the curse would become a joke.

The outcome of staying in Beaver City is either to be killed by a patient or become a patient. There seems to be no third outcome for us in the future.

If this isn't despair, then what is despair?

Fortunately... at least Aoba and I still have hope of breaking through the current situation.

"Although I am unwilling to be manipulated by the Black Hand, I feel that we should consider the matter of the message." I took out my phone and opened the SMS interface, "Choose three out of the five strongholds on the map and destroy them."

"Will we be able to live like this?" Aoba asked.

"At least we can find some clues that will allow us to survive." I said, "The key is not to destroy the stronghold, but to explore the existence of the stronghold."

Before meeting the person who used the fireball to attack us, I always thought that the stronghold mentioned in the text would be filled with patients. But now, I feel that this is very likely to be wrong. The stronghold might not be filled with patients, but it could also be members of the cult. In the end, would patients who were not good at large-scale cooperation really build a stronghold? Based on the signs we saw, the patients would at most cooperate with several teams. This is an inevitable limitation caused by their refusal to communicate.

"The stronghold mentioned in the text might be the lair of the evil cult?" Aoba also thought of this.

"That's right." I said, "If the evil cult was the mastermind behind this disaster, and the five strongholds on the map were all set up by them... Then, there might be clues to break the current situation. "

If it was in the past, it would definitely be very dangerous, but there was no other choice.

...

At night.

"Aoba, you can stay here." I stood under the stairs of the attic. "I can go alone."

"Yes, be careful on the way." Aoba looked worried.

It was obvious that destroying the stronghold would not allow her to act together. I can only rely on myself to deal with it.

"Goodbye."

After saying that, I walked up the stairs and arrived at the attic.

Following which, I passed through the attic's skylight and climbed onto the roof of the villa. Facing the cold evening wind, I looked around.

In the night sky around the mansion, there were pairs of red light spots wandering around. They were the patients' red eyes.

It was said that the reason why some animals' eyes lit up at night was because they had night vision. The optical cells would gather the weak light. This was originally the characteristic of nocturnal animals, but now it appeared on the patient's body. This meant that these patients might also have night vision.

The people from the research institute said that they could not find the patient's lesion. But wasn't this special eye part of the lesion? Of course, something that I can see through, it's impossible that they can't see through it. Maybe the researchers don't see it as a part of the disease, or maybe they encountered some unexpected problem while studying the patient's eyes... Anyway, this has nothing to do with me.

I took a few steps back, then sprinted forward and jumped out.

Pushed by the Psychokinesis, my jump was increased by a long distance. I directly jumped from the roof of Yukio's villa to the roof of another house.

The movement of the jump and landing attracted the attention of the patients.

However, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they can't catch up to me.

After jumping here, I didn't stop running. I ran for a while and jumped onto the third roof.

Running, jumping, running, jumping and jumping...

Running countless times, jumping countless times.

The Psychokinesis allows my running speed to become incomparably fast, allowing my jumping to become incomparably long. My speed shook off the first batch of patients who tried to chase me, and I attracted the second batch of patients. Then, I shook off the second batch of patients. I also attracted the third batch of patients...

The jump between the roof and the roof repeatedly shook off and attracted the patients.

The wind was blowing against my face.

This was the first time he had used the Superpower in such a grand manner.

Ever since I obtained the Superpower, I have been living a life of hiding my true abilities. Even when it is necessary to use it, I will only use it without exposing myself.

Why should I hide it? Is it because I am afraid of being dissected by research institutes? Perhaps. Actually, even though I'm afraid of being dissected, I don't think I'll be treated that way. I often ask people on the internet in the name of writing novels, "If the Superpowered is exposed, what will the government do to him?" There are many answers to the question, but unexpectedly, Those who believe that the Superpowered will be cruelly dissected are in the minority, and they are often unable to provide logical analysis and convincing evidence. They only had such thoughts because of the psychology of the victim. Over time, I gradually believed that even if I exposed myself, I would not be dissected. I will only sacrifice my freedom and some rights, and then be treated as a valuable scientific case.

But, is that really the case?

To be honest, even after seeing so many "even if I expose myself, it won't be that bad" remarks, I still feel uneasy about exposing myself.

The people who answered me on the forum, can their suggestions really be trusted? Their age, identity, and experience in real life are diverse. Among them, there are childish and mature ones. Some of them have low income, some have high salaries, some have narrow horizons, and some are experienced and knowledgeable. In such a chaotic group, How many of them actually worked in government agencies? How high could their status be? They did not have a position, and they did not scheme for politics. Perhaps the answer to the alarmist question was from a bored politician. The other seemingly reasonable suggestions are of course, but I don't have the ability to distinguish between them.

On the other hand, although I said earlier that some people would only say the answer "the Superpowered will be dissected after it is exposed," it seems like I am laughing at them, but I am actually one of those people with the mentality of being killed.

It is precisely because I am the real Superpowered that I am the one who is closely related to the treatment of the Superpowered. That is why I feel uneasy about the bad treatment I might receive.

Yes, even if it is a very, very low probability, as long as it involves my life and future, I am not willing to casually gamble.

I am not brave.

My courage is all supported by the Superpower. My victory will always be supported by the Superpower, which is why it is established. I have always been calm because of the Superpower. I am a person who has no other specialty other than the Superpower. Without the Superpower, I am useless. Even if I am rushing to the suspected evil sect stronghold right now, it is also because I have the Superpower that I dare to do it.

Without the Superpower, I can't even deal with the patients chasing behind me.

It's because of the importance I attached to the Superpower that I felt so uneasy about the calamity that it might bring upon me.

Not long after, I finally arrived at the stronghold marked on the map.