The wooden houses and boats burst into flames, while the brick houses and salvage machinery were blackened by thick smoke. The narrow village streets were littered with corpses - charred corpses that were still staggering around.
Sherlock stood on the hillside outside the fishing village, with a look of agony on his face, but he forced himself not to turn his eyes away, trying hard to find clues from the destruction of the village.
"Historically, this fire was put out quickly because the research that led to the girl's mutation had already been targeted by the 'executors' of the 'Magic Association'. If she hadn't been curious and tampered with the researchers' magic materials, causing the accident.
, the researcher should have been captured with surgical precision without harming anyone, but the scope of the scene recreated by the 'Trolley Problem Dimension' is limited to this island, so it will not extinguish itself." Alice.
Phil said in a slightly lower tone.
"...After the 'problem' comes back, should we still start from that chicken farm?" Sherlock frowned: "Can it be done earlier?"
"According to my experience, it can be earlier, but it is very limited. There is almost no chance to prevent the 'trolley problem' from happening," Irisviel replied: "For example, the 'cruise ship incident' will definitely happen during the voyage,"
The "airplane incident" must have happened after takeoff. As for this "fishing village incident"... do you want to give it a try?"
"Please let me try it," Sherlock nodded: "At least this scene has more room for maneuver than the previous two."
"Then..." Irisviel raised her hand and snapped her fingers lightly.
Snapped!
"[——!]"
In some weird and indescribable background sound, everything in front of Sherlock began to "play backwards", the raging flames returned to the wooden house, the traces of smoke erased themselves, the charred zombies retreated, fell, and extinguished the flames,
Walk backwards back to each house or boat that has been restored to its original condition.
When everything in the fishing village returned to normal, the little girl covered in chicken blood walked out of a room backwards, sucking up the blood dripping on the road out of thin air along the way and returned to the chicken farm, then grabbed the dead chickens on the ground and killed them one by one.
They were "resurrected" by injecting chicken blood, and finally returned to the way they were kneeling on the ground when Sherlock first saw them. At the same time, the escaped boy also retreated back to the door of the chicken farm in a panic.
Back again, back again, back again...
As if responding to Sherlock's thoughts, the two children did not stop there. The boy changed to a more relaxed pace and retreated towards the other side of the island away from the small village, while the girl repaired the cage door with her bare hands after the flying chickens returned to their cages.
, and then stepped back step by step towards the depths of the woods next to the chicken farm with a confused and dull face.
"Thank you." Sherlock said to Irisviel as he followed the girl.
"I don't have authority in this dimension. Even if I advance the time, it's limited." Irisviel held up the sun hat on her head and gestured to the front: "That should be the end of the event."
Sherlock looked ahead, and not surprisingly saw a botanical garden that was much newer and more advanced than the old fishing village - it could be seen just from the fact that its four walls and ceiling were made of plexiglass.
When she stepped back here, the madness on the girl's face had disappeared, replaced by a guilty conscience and panic after making a mistake and thinking that she might have covered up the past.
She quickly walked backwards into the botanical garden, then hurriedly took down more than a dozen pots of unknown plants from the shelves and placed them on the floor. Then she reached out to pull the upside-down shelves, and finally froze in place without moving.
"Hmm...well..." Ms. Irisviel seemed to try again but failed. "It seems that it is impossible to retreat to a time when she is not infected or even when this research site is not established."
"I roughly understand that the boy should be the son of the researcher, and the girl works for his botanical garden. They are more or less childhood sweethearts, which is why they couldn't do anything and the fishing village was destroyed... Why are you looking at me like that?
?" Halfway through Sherlock's words, he noticed that Irisviel was staring directly at him.
"How old are you?" Irisviel asked with a sly look on her face.
"Uh...Fourteen, what's the problem?" Sherlock replied without knowing why.
"Then she is older than you," Irisviel gestured to the girl who was still falling: "How can you call her a 'girl'?"
"..." Is this the time to care about such things?!
And hasn't she been called many times before? Is it because she was no longer in the "mutated" state and looked like an ordinary girl that she finally thought about the issue of calling her?
But if you think about it carefully, it may be because you have stayed at Hogwarts for too long and have mastered a lot of knowledge and magic that ordinary people cannot master in their lifetime, so you subconsciously treat younger children as juniors.
"Okay, this...sister," Sherlock rubbed his nose: "After reviewing it, we have been able to confirm that she is a key figure in this disaster, and she was also chosen by the 'answer' in this tram problem.
The 'minority' is correct."
"Yeah." Irisviel was inexplicably very happy because she encouraged Sherlock to call her sister. She didn't know whether she heard clearly or not, but she nodded repeatedly.
"...Although I'm not sure yet, I think the success rate of this method is very high," Sherlock said directly without intending to reason about why she was happy: "Please let time start flowing."
"No, what we are looking back on is not time, it's just a 'story'," Irisviel corrected casually, then waved her hand gently: "So what are you going to do?"
"[Okay, I shouldn't be discovered now.]" The girl... no, the girl hurriedly packed up the knocked over plants, and slipped out of the glass botanical garden with a slight guilty conscience.
Three, two, one...
Sherlock silently counted the girl's steps, and the second before she was about to show "symptoms", he suddenly pulled out the wand from the magic book: "[This is the ultimate position of the grand strategist! The eight formations of stone soldiers! It can affect
Just give it a try!】"
…What’s up with this built-in spell?
Boom boom boom boom!
The giant pillars with red and black patterns and the Bagua dome fell from the sky, sealing the girl inside along with the glass botanical garden.
Peng!
The next moment, something slammed into the "Eight Stone Soldier Formations" and was shattered like waves hitting a rock.
"[What? What?]" The girl looked around in surprise: "[Thunder?]"
"Huh..." Sherlock waited nervously for a moment, and when he found that the scheduled "mutation" time had long passed, but the girl had not changed, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"It's really surprising. How did you do it?" Ms. Irisviel's face showed an extremely obvious look of shock.
"Oh, the people on the cruise ship have already been controlled, and the bugs on the plane have been there from the beginning. Only this, this sister was affected in front of us." Sherlock replied.
"But that plant..."
"Ms. Irisviel, do you think this half-baked masterless dimension has the ability to replicate the plants that the 'questioner' encountered before?" Sherlock asked.
"Hmm...huh?" Irisviel seemed to have thought of something, thoughtfully, but did not answer.
"Obviously, it can't. It is just reproducing the 'scene when a certain choice is given up', so when I interrupt its 'instructions' to 'make people show symptoms', the 'symptoms' themselves will not appear.
Naturally, this 'trolley problem' cannot be established."
Following Sherlock's explanation, the little boy from before had already run all the way through the chicken farm and rushed to the door of the Glass Botanical Garden out of breath.
"[Hey Kelly, did you hear that? There was a loud thunder just now.]"
"[Huh...huh, did you mess with those plants? Dad asked you to go find him quickly to inject the serum.]"
"[Injection...what?]"
"[Don't worry about it, come with me!]"
"Although a prisoner engaged in dangerous research was let go, at least the dock was saved and no one was abandoned, right?" Sherlock dismissed the eight formations of stone soldiers, watched the boys and girls leave together, and then asked Irisviel.
road.
Katsa——
The huge crack that appeared in mid-air and the "fishing village fragment" that was obviously a whole piece answered on her behalf.
