The T virus stock solution was handed over to Wang Xian, and Meng Ke instilled the effect of T virus into his brain.

The illusion disappeared, and Wang Xian looked at the blue liquid medicine in his hand, his eyes complex.

Meng Ke did this as if he had given him two options, to put the virus into the reservoir for his family, or to give up this opportunity for the whole city.

"I killed all of them. I was dead anyway. What are you hesitating ..." He grinned sullenly.

The woman's body fell to the ground before death, Wang Xian had a mortal heart before killing, never thought of a way out for herself, and naturally left many traces.

Through these traces, the police can easily find him.

The murderer pays his life, and the only thing awaiting him is the death penalty.

No longer thinking about it, he took off his blood-stained clothes and threw a fruit knife on the ground.

If an honest person is forced to break through the restraints of his own heart to kill another person, then he will no longer consider the consequences of the matter.

There is only one obsession in Wang Xian's heart now, to resurrect his wife and daughter. Even if he will die, many people will die because of it, and he doesn't care anymore.

He hit a car and looked at everything that was flourishing outside the window, his heart was unexpectedly calm.

The driver looked at the strange man through the rear-view mirror, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

"Brother, do you go fishing in the reservoir? There is no fishing gear to buy there. Would you like to go first ..."

"No." interrupted calmly.

He tightened his hands holding the T virus and pretended to say casually: "Master, just drive, I just go to see the scenery."

After all, Wang Xian is just an ordinary person, so many people may die because of his wishes, and his heart is full of guilt.

The information that Meng Ke instilled in him let him know the severity of the T virus and the consequences of his doing so.

Everyone says that she is for everyone, I think it's for everyone ...... be yourself.

He smiled bitterly.

The car quickly stopped under the reservoir.

The heart is still struggling, the past is flashing before him.

Is the death of tens of millions of people worth a happy one?

"It's worth it."

With a roar, he struggled to smash the potion against the stone dam of the reservoir.

"Snapped!"

A touch of blue flowed down.

Wang Xian clenched his teeth tremblingly, glanced at the calm water, and then turned and ran away frantically.

………

The same scene continues to be staged in various cities, Meng Ke gave T virus to hundreds of desperate people.

As a result, 95% of the people threw the virus in reservoirs, hotels, and even some people spread the virus by tasting free drinks.

Among them there are many ruthless people, who took a shot directly at themselves ...

Others, even if the world gave them deep despair, they still stuck to their bottom line and turned the virus to the official.

"Put the future of the world in the hands of a few people, and decide the life and death of people all over the world according to personal wishes. It is strange that this world is not destroyed." Meng Ke had long guessed that there would be such a result.

"Xuan Nu, let's release the mission. Those players, if they can survive in this general trend, it should be a bit useful."

"Yes, God."

After doing this, Meng Ke's consciousness turned to the ground, about 40 meters deep, a soul light ball wrapped by his spiritual power.

All the consciousness that he absorbed the soul power and stripped out is stored here.

millions of.

The soul consciousness of these people, even if they have lived for decades, their lives will be of no use to Meng Ke.

It's so ordinary.

Every time Meng Ke stripped their souls, they left their consciousness here, and when they piled up, they would have this soul light ball.

His spiritual line could not be wasted on these millions of consciousness, and this huge group of soul consciousness is quite tasteless.

However, he can transform this, and then cut off the connection of the spiritual line.

Thinking, Meng Ke stripped a consciousness from it.

The spiritual line is connected to the top, this person's ordinary life flows in front of his eyes, and at a glance.

"When disaster strikes, you are the savior."

Xuan Nu had already edited the memory of a warrior, and under the command of Meng Ke, the memory was quickly loaded.

After completing one, Meng Ke threw him into the shadows and took another soul consciousness.

The magician's memory begins to load.

...

"All I said is true! The T virus was given to me by a man in black!"

A disabled person with a broken right arm, he was selected by Meng Ke, and was also one of the few who did not spread the T virus.

When he handed over the virus to the police station, the abnormal incident investigation department, who was looking for monitors across the country, immediately approached him.

Looking at the file on the table, the investigator wearing the uniform black tuxedo of the abnormal incident investigation department glanced at him.

"Sir, please calm down, we didn't say you stole something ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ he said.

This is already the eighth person they encountered who surrendered the virus actively. If the people in front of them still doubt it, they already know that these people may have just stolen the hands of the "unknown screen" piece.

I can't imagine, why should the other party do this? The explosion crisis is a nightmare for all mankind.

Is there really anyone in this world who is willing to destroy themselves in order to destroy the world?

They cannot understand that kind of thinking.

"Please cooperate with us, we can't rule out your suspicion at the moment, so we must implement isolation management for you in the next seven days, I hope you can understand."

"Understand your mother! Damn! I knew I just spread the virus, everyone is dead!" The man shouted violently, and the only hand kept smashing the seat, screaming again and again.

The investigator in tuxedo frowned and called the two soldiers on the intercom to bring down the struggling man.

Closing the door, he sighed helplessly.

"No wonder guns are banned nationwide, these people ... let alone guns, give them a knife and don't know how many people are going to die, weirdos and weirdos! This world is really neurotic, and there is no shortage of people."

The more people grow, the more darkness they experience, and no one can deny that this world is actually more bad people than good people.

The companions on the side wrote the report, put down the pen and stretched out, laughing bitterly: "The message sent from all over the country, this is already the eighth person ......... Well, I do n’t believe that everyone has these eight people. Consciously, there will always be someone to spread the virus. Let's report to the newspaper and go back to take a rest. After today ... some trouble. "

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