Especially for so-called "medicated powders" with highly mixed ingredients, even if there is nothing wrong with the person, if they take a few doses of the medicine, let alone "dirty people", it is hard to say whether they will become abnormally infected.
You really don’t want too many aberrant parasites!
Ronan didn't speak again, but Long Qi felt that he understood what that person meant:
Isn't this path of obtaining extraordinary abilities by relying on the so-called "evolution formula" in the game a "twisted plan" that Ronan has not stated explicitly but has revealed?
At present, the number of "dirty people" on the earth is about one billion, which seems to be a very large base. But once a popular trend is formed, it is really not difficult to increase the number by 10% or 20% in a short period of time - there is such a phenomenon as Ten Days in the Wilderness
Game support is almost inevitable.
Thinking again about the investors behind Ten Days in the Wild, Long Qi suddenly realized that he had accidentally opened a corner of the world's surface curtain, and saw something terrible and deadly, which made him shudder for a moment.
The only thing you can comfort yourself with is:
Everyone watched it!
Now that I’ve read it all, I’m speechless. 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 intentionally increasing the number of 'dirty people'... Why?"
Ronan still didn't answer, and no one else responded.
Long Qi did not feel embarrassed and said to himself: "I still remember...Professor Luo, you said that ordinary people go to capable people, and capable people go to higher levels. Such a leap, if there is an intestinal obstruction in the middle, okay
Big tumor.
"One billion people, and the number of 'dirty people' is still increasing. It should be a heavy burden on the implementation of your traffic plan. This can be regarded as adding to your trouble... Well, you just announced the plan today, this is not too big
make sense."
Ronan glanced at him and finally spoke: "It's just a simple solution, and it's not a big deal. I can think of it, and so can others."
"Others...tsk, is this an accusation?"
Ronan shook his head: "That's not the case."
"What's that like?"
"Your conclusion is not wrong, but the logical process inside is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Long Qi instinctively became more energetic.
Ronan thought for a while, organized his words a little, and then said: "Decades of reserves, billions of 'dirty people', various pollution channels under current social governance, and genetics... this
The scale and increment are enough. If we increase it by 10% or 20%, or 100% or 200%, there is actually not much difference.
"Pollution is not an infection. The self-cleaning function of human genes is still effective most of the time. If it continues like this and develops linearly, for decades or hundreds of years, it may just be the widespread insertion of a few foreign genes, and it will never be
There will be large-scale out-of-control situations.”
"In other words, the number of 'dirty people' itself will not cause loss of control?" Long Qi blinked, "Then..."
"So it's not a manufacturing increment, it's a heating up."
"ah?"
"It's like heating a reactor to allow chemical reactions to occur with elements that don't react at room temperature; changing the environmental conditions of the petri dish to make the strains inside more active - just like what I'm doing here now.
"
"..." Long Qi once again encountered a big crisis of understanding.
Ronan didn't give him any chance to breathe: "Mr. Long Qi, have you ever considered this issue: ordinary people, people with abilities who practice normally, the Burners currently on the Deep Blue Platform, the hidden aberration infected people, the out-of-control
People infected with aberrations, people with abilities at risk of losing control, and genuine aberrations... These objects gather together to compete for resources and survive. Who will win and survive in the end?"
Long Qi was dumbfounded and looked around at the many faces in the cargo hold: "Are you... asking us to take our seats?"
Yes, is this guy hinting at something?
At this time, not only Long Qi, but Cui Da and Xu Er were also horrified by what they heard. Even the bodyguards behind Wen Huilan all looked at her sideways, and their body language was obviously a little nervous.
Ronan had no intention of explaining. Instead, he began to lay out the layout based on Long Qi's words: "Everyone just stands here. Don't talk about having breakfast in Jicheng. Even if you circle the earth, you don't have to think about who wins, who loses, and who dies.
The question is who lives.
"But if the environment becomes very extreme, everyone must quickly obtain enough resources from the surrounding environment and even other people to survive. There is probably no need to wait to go to Jicheng. Now turn around and see the Xiacheng coastline
By the time, the results are almost out..."
Long Qi rationally didn't believe that Ronan would play such a ruthless game, but when the latter glanced at him, his heart sank and he couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"So, are we turning around now?"
Ronan also laughed and did not respond directly.
At this time, the noise in the cargo hold increased again. Mr. Song, who was getting more and more accustomed to the dark blue platform, summoned his might, took on a one-on-two stance, and once again knocked his "out-of-control skin" to the ground.
Then, he used another powerful punch on the spot that was considered to be qualified, and blasted away the "dirty skin" originated from Long Qi.
This blow was really powerful, sending the latter flying into the air and crashing straight into a refrigerator on the lower floor.
Mr. Song, who was highly excited, chased the other party and rushed in. A series of crashing sounds with a dull echo were heard over there.
These refrigerated cabinets had been squeezed and damaged to a certain extent by the twisted cabin before, and now they were more like a living dragon, bouncing, colliding, and making a squeaking sound.
"Huh?" Long Qi suddenly noticed something strange.
This is wrong! A refrigerator full of frozen products would never dance so happily, let alone send back such a sound - how much of it is empty?
Before I could stop thinking, there was another muffled sound that was different from the bounce of the cabinet, as if some kind of hard structure was tearing, and then there was the continuous sound of heavy objects collapsing and falling.
Refrigerator collapsed?
The cargo hold is so packed that there’s no room for it to fall down?
Also, the two people who were fighting could do it with just a refrigerator?
"Is this a piercing?"
Long Qi subconsciously looked at Ronan, who was holding the remaining hair between his fingers with great interest, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Grass!" Long Qi's hair stood on end, and he immediately gave up on getting answers from Ronan.
As for the other people, Wen Huilan was thinking deeply. The bodyguard had a dead face, and the crew member at the cargo hold door... skipped it. Cui Da and Xu Er were in the same mood and feeling as him, which meant that they knew the same things.
Oh, and Raven.
Tonight, this theoretical female broadcaster was completely reduced to the role of carrying the camera.
Of course, she fulfilled this responsibility perfectly. The live broadcast effect was very good, the camera switching was detailed and the key points were highlighted...
Why?
Long Qi suddenly discovered that the target pointed by Ruiwen's camera at this time was somewhat unreasonable.
She did not point at anyone in the cargo hold, but at Mr. Song's "out-of-control skin" - in Long Qi's understanding, this was just to show Mr. Song's "dirty" nature and as an intimidation prop to heighten the atmosphere.
.
God knows why this alien, who has been beaten to death by President Song, gained Ruiwen's "favor".
It was very clear on the screen in the live broadcast room. The camera followed this alien and watched its ugly body struggle up from the ground. In a state of blurred flesh and blood that was difficult to tell whether it was true or false, it still let out a highly excited howl and moved toward just now.
Move the container that swallowed Mr. Song and "Long Qi Edition Dirty People's Skin" over.
"Well, what is the first instinct of an out-of-control infected person? Survival?"
Long Qi asked subconsciously, not expecting anyone to answer.
Wen Huilan actually said: "Acquire energy for survival."
"But the problem is, no matter how you look at it, this is not how you want to live."
At this time, Cui Da obtained the latest updated surveillance information, and immediately reported: "The cargo hold has indeed been penetrated...it can be said to have collapsed."
"Your cabin partitions are made of wood?"
"No, the transverse bulkhead at that location is a steel plate that fully meets the prevailing standards, and there is fireproof and heat-insulating material in the middle that can be used as a buffer layer."
We are all experts, so we all know very well: even a well-trained Deep Blue Walker, without any weapon modules equipped, cannot penetrate this kind of steel creation with just three or two punches.
Cui Da then added a new piece of information: "Visual inspection from the surveillance screen shows that the transverse bulkhead has been corroded before."
"Old problem from before?"
"I just checked it when loading the container, and it's absolutely fine."
"In other words, this is a problem that just happened..."
"Professor Luo!" Cui Da, who had always been calm and reserved, suddenly raised his voice and took the initiative to greet Ronan, "In the cargo hold next door, many refrigerated cabinets have collapsed, and a large number of frozen products have disappeared!"
"Really?" After saying this, Ronan replied casually without any surprised expression on his face, "Then let's go and take a look."
Is this an initiative or an order?
Except for Ronan and Ruiwen, everyone else exchanged glances or information with others more or less, obviously or covertly.
The cargo hold here was suddenly a little too quiet, so quiet that even the noise of the "out-of-control skin" traveling deep inside the container became extremely loud.
But within a few seconds, the dull sound, which seemed to be wrapped in the viscosity of flesh and blood, suddenly changed its tone.
It was completely replaced by a "rustling" sound that was so thin that it blurred the boundaries and sounded somewhat resonant.
There are occasionally some broken noises in the middle, which are not interesting at all.
And soon all the sounds stopped, including the breathing of most people in the cargo hold.
At this time, Raven's camera pointed at the opening of the empty refrigerator. The light in the cargo compartment was not enough to support more details in the depths. The excessive shadows instead nourished emotions that may not have existed before.
At this time, the people around Ronan must re-examine what this man said before: