Chapter 1204: Special medicine (medium)

Is the distortion property so easy to import?
In particular, the so-called "drug powder" with highly mixed ingredients, even if a person is not sick, a few doses of medicine, let alone "dirty people", will be deformed and infected, it is hard to say.
Aberrant parasites, really not too many!
Ronan didn't speak any more, but Long Qi felt that he understood the meaning of that person:
This way of thinking about obtaining extraordinary abilities based on the so-called "evolution formula" in the game is not Ronan's "distortion plan" that Ronan has not explicitly stated, but has already pointed it out?
At present, the number of "dirty people" on the earth is about one billion people, and it feels that the base number is already very large. But once a popular trend is formed, it is really not difficult to turn over 10% or 20% in a short period of time-it is almost inevitable to have a phenomenon-level game underpinning the Ten Days of Wilderness.
Thinking about the investors behind Ten Days Wilderness, Long Qi suddenly discovered that he accidentally lifted a corner of the world's surface curtain and shuddered when he saw something terrible and terrible.
The only comfort is:
Everyone saw it!
Now that I've watched it all, I'm broken, is it okay to say a few more words?
Before similar considerations took shape in his mind, Long Qi had already spoken: "So, this is deliberately increasing the number of ‘dirty people’... why?"
Ronan still did not answer, and the others did not respond.
Long Qi didn't feel embarrassed and said to himself: "I still remember...Professor Luo, you said that ordinary people to capable people, capable people to higher levels, such a leap channel, there is an intestinal obstruction in the middle, so big. The tumor.
"One billion people, and the increasing number of'dirty people', should be a heavy burden for the implementation of your access plan. This is considered as a blockage for you... Well, you just announced the plan today. It makes sense."
Ronan glanced at him and finally said: "A simple plan is not a big deal. I can think of it, and others can think of it."
"Others...tsk, is this an accusation?"
Ronan shook his head: "That's not the case."
"What is it like?"
"Your conclusion is not wrong, but the logical process inside is not right."
"What's wrong?" Long Qi instinctively got stronger.
Ronan thought for a while, organized the language a little, and Fang said: "Decades of reserves, billions of dirty people, under the current social governance, various pollution channels, and genetics...this scale The sum increment is enough. An increase of one or two percent, one or two times, is actually not much different.
"Pollution is not an infection. The self-cleaning function of human genes is effective most of the time. If it continues to be like this, and it develops linearly for decades or hundreds of years, it may only be the universal insertion of several foreign genes. There will be large-scale out-of-control situations."
"In other words, the number of'dirty people' does not cause loss of control by itself?" Long Qi blinked, "So..."
"So this is not manufacturing increments, but heating up."
"what?"
"It's like heating a reactor to chemically react elements that don't react at room temperature; changing the environmental conditions of the petri dish to make the strains more active-just like what I am doing here now."
"..." Long Qi encountered a crisis of understanding again.
Ronan did not give him a chance to breathe: "Mr. Long Qi, have you ever considered such a question: ordinary people, those with the ability to practice normally, the burners currently on the deep blue platform, the hidden aberration infected, the out of control Aberrant infected people, people with the ability to risk losing control, and genuine aberrant species...These objects gather together to compete for resources and survive. Who will win and survive?"
Long Qi dumbly looked around the many faces in the cargo hold: "You are... let us sit in the right seat?"
Yes, is this master implying something?
At this time, not only Long Qi, but Cui Da and Xu Er also heard the horror. The bodyguards behind Wen Huilan were all looking at him, and their body language was obviously a little nervous.
Ronan didn’t mean to explain. Instead, he began to arrange the design based on Dragon Seven’s words:
Everyone just stand here, don’t talk about Jicheng eating breakfast, just go around the earth for a week, without thinking about who wins, who loses, and who dies. The question of who lives.
"But if the environment becomes very extreme, everyone must quickly obtain sufficient resources from the surrounding environment and even other people to survive. Maybe you don’t have to wait to go to Jicheng. Now turn around and see the coastline of Xiacheng. When the time came, the result almost came out..."
Long Qi didn't believe that Ronan could play so hard intellectually, but when the latter's eyes were swept away, his efforts sank and he couldn't help but smile:
"So, are we turning around now?"
Ronan also laughed, but did not respond positively.
At this time, the noise in the cargo hold picked up again. Mr. Song, who has become more and more adaptable to the Deep Blue platform, rose to his power, took a one-on-two posture, and knocked his "runaway skin" to the ground again.
Then, he used the already-qualified in-situ punch once again to blast away the "dirty skin" originating from Dragon Seven.
This blow really exerted force, blasting the latter into the air and ramming straight into a refrigerator on the lower level.
Mr. Song, who was highly excited, chased the opponent and rushed in, with a dull echo of the impact sounded there in series.
These refrigerated cabinets had been squeezed and destroyed to a certain extent by the twisted cabin before, and now they are more like a live dragon, bouncing, colliding, and rattling for a while.
"Hey?" Long Qi suddenly noticed something strange.
This is not right! A refrigerated cabinet full of frozen products will not jump so joyfully in any way, and will not return such a voice—how much is empty in it?
The thought was still in progress, and there was another muffled sound different from the cabinet bouncing, as if some kind of hard structure was torn, and then there was a continuous sound of heavy objects collapsing and falling.
The freezer broke down?
There is no room to fall in a packed cargo hold?
Also, the two who hit each other can be used in a small refrigerator?
"Is this place pierced?"
Long Qi looked at Ronan subconsciously, but the latter was holding the only hair left between his fingers with interest, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Grass!" Long Qihan's hair stood upside down, and the thought of getting the answer from Ronan was absolutely overwhelming.
Other people, Wen Huilan thought deeply, the bodyguard was a dead face, the crew member at the cargo hold... Skip it. Cui Da and Xu Er have similar feelings and feelings to him, indicating that what they know is not bad.
Oh, and Ruiwen.
Tonight, this theoretical female broadcaster was completely reduced to the role of carrying a camera.
Of course, she fulfilled this responsibility perfectly, the live broadcast effect was very good, the camera switching was detailed and focused...
Hey?
Long Qi suddenly discovered that the target Ruiwen pointed at at this time was somewhat unreasonable.
She didn't point to anyone in the cargo hold, but pointed to Song's "runaway skin"-in Long Qi's understanding, it was just to show Song's "dirty" essence and the threatening props used to exaggerate the atmosphere.
God knows why this anomaly, which has been blown up by Mr. Song, has won the favor of Ruiwen.
It was very clear on the live broadcast room screen. The camera followed this alien, watching its ugly body struggling from the ground. In the state of indistinct flesh and blood, it still made a high excitement howl, and moved towards just now. The container that had swallowed Song Zonghe's "Dragon Seven Edition Dirty Skin" moved over.
"Well, what is the first instinct of an infected person who is out of control? Survive?"
Long Qi asked subconsciously, but didn't expect anyone to answer.
Wen Huilan even said: "In order to survive and gain energy."
"The problem is, it doesn't look like you want to live."
At this time, Cui Da obtained the latest updated monitoring information, and immediately notified: "The cargo hold was indeed punctured...It can be said that it has collapsed."
"Your cabin partition is made of wood?"
"No, the transverse bulkhead at that location is made of steel plates that fully meet the prevailing standards, and there are fire-resistant and heat-insulating materials in the middle that can be used as a buffer layer."
Everyone is an expert, so it is very clear: Even a well-trained dark blue walker, without a weapon module at all, can't simply punch through this kind of steel creation in twos and threes.
Cui Da added a new piece of information: "From the visual inspection of the monitoring screen, the transverse bulkhead has been rusted away before."
"Old question before?"
"I just checked it when loading the container and it's no problem at all."
"In other words, this just went wrong..."
"Professor Luo!" Cui Da, who has always been calm and introverted, suddenly raised his voice and greeted Ronan on his own initiative.
"Really?" So, Ronan didn't have any surprised expression on his face, and he responded casually, "Then let's go and see."
Is this an initiative or an order?
Except for Ronan and Ruiwen, the others, more or less, obvious or hidden, exchanged glances or information with others.
Suddenly, the cargo hold here was a little too quiet, so quiet that even the noise of the "runaway skin" passing through the depths of the container became extraordinarily loud.
But within a few seconds, it seemed to be surrounded by a dull sound of flesh and blood, and suddenly it changed its tone.
It was completely replaced by some kind of "rusty rustling" sound that was too fine to blur the boundary and sounded a little resonant.
There are occasional broken noises in the middle, which is not a climate at all.
And soon all the sounds ceased, including the breathing of most people in the cargo hold here.
At this time, Ruiwen's lens pointed to the opening of the empty refrigerator. The light in the cargo compartment was not enough to support deeper and more details, and the excessive shadows nourished the emotions that did not necessarily exist before.
At this time, the people around Ronan must re-examine the sentence the master said earlier:
"...Who will win and survive in the end?"