"Grass! Grass! Grass! When did this happen! They are still thinking about these things! Do they have any brains?" Yang Song roared and beat the ground under his feet. There was not much ground left, and the weak ground was overwhelmed and even penetrated.
Now, there is only a thin layer of earth left in the originally inverted triangular mound. Even ordinary people can penetrate it, let alone Yang Song, who has inherited some of the power of the hunter Yang Song.
Li Zhenxing smiled bitterly and said: "Forget it, forget it, they are also thinking about the overall situation, please forgive them."
"Excuse me? What do you think he is thinking? He doesn't care at all whether you die or not. Even if you die, getting an experimental subject for experiments will be the biggest gain! And me? Haha, I won't die anyway.
"Yang Song didn't say these words to Li Zhenxing. In fact, Li Zhenxing didn't know what they were thinking. Kali was behind him, and Yang Song didn't dare to explain to Li Zhenxing like this.
What to do? Now Yang Song is facing the biggest choice. He originally thought that in the dream world, real people could not control him at all, and did not need to consider their so-called maximization of interests or their so-called overall view, but he did not expect that in the end he would need to rely on
When they did they came up with such a trick.
How could Yang Song not know what they were thinking? All the people sent into the dreamland were ready to sacrifice themselves, but the only person who needed protection would not really die and could be reborn countless times.
The price paid was just a tiny bit among billions of humans, it was that simple, and what they got was a intact experimental subject Jack.
You can even imagine how people outside are cheering and discussing how to dissect Jack, maybe slowly, maybe just once, anyway, they don't just have such a dream, they will not do too much research on themselves, but who
Can Jack be protected? What makes Yang Song feel even more chilled is that if Jack is in a vegetative state, the consequences may be even more terrifying! He will not even know until his death how many parts he will be divided into!
Imagination is the most terrifying hallucinogen. Sometimes the word "unimaginable" is actually just an adjective. Human imagination will never have an end, so how can it be unimaginable? More often than not, it is not so much that it is unimaginable.
It's better to say that he doesn't dare. Yang Song is now in a situation where he dares to think about it but doesn't dare to say it out loud. How can he tell Cali, who is fighting for Jack's freedom, that his son is about to be taken away by a group of fierce guys?
Walk?
Of course, it cannot be ignored that Yang Song's original intention was to kill Jack. The so-called humanity is so insignificant when faced with a choice. Yang Song began to realize that he seemed to choose nothing wrong. No matter which one he chose, he would be deeply condemned by his conscience.
and the agony of guilt.
Li Zhenxing had lost the strength to speak and could only look at Yang Song with his eyes. His lips had lost their color and the wound was still bleeding. The ongoing operation was terminated because they needed to contact each other now. Yang Song could not bear to use his
In order to contact reality with his body, he could only hug the soldier forcefully. As a soldier, his real role was to fight, but now the wound that bleeds the most was caused by being used as a microphone. This feeling makes him angry.
Song couldn't describe what it was, he just felt a sense of aggrievedness in his heart, feeling aggrieved for Li Zhenxing.
"They will not change their minds. From any aspect, their choice is right..." Yang Song finally stopped expressing his opinions to the real world. If everyone is safe now, he doesn't mind.
Maintaining the status quo, as long as no one dies, there is actually no difference whether Jack dies later or earlier.
It seemed that because Yang Song didn't answer for too long, the actual doctors performed another operation. Yang Song slowly placed Li Zhenxing on the ground and looked at Li Zhenxing, who was illuminated by the bright light, with a dull look on his face.
The light was always strong, and Li Zhenxing's face was always pale. Even though the wound slowly improved, he was still weak. Yang Song couldn't see what happened, but Li Zhenxing felt something and said, "I can't see clearly.
Oh, I'm so cold..."
Yang Song was stunned. Although Cali helped them withstand most of the temperature, the surrounding temperature was still over 30 degrees. How could it be so cold? Could it be that the injury was too serious? But Yang Song couldn't help thinking about it now. Although Li Zhenxing was injured
It was very serious, and the bleeding was unsightly, but doctors in reality are not vegetarians. They must still be treating Li Zhenxing now, right?
"What is going on? Why is his blood pressure so low! Where is the blood bottle! What is going on! Look at his pulse!" the attending doctor said angrily to a doctor.
"Yes! The patient's current symptoms are moderate blood loss. If blood transfusion is not carried out, his life will be in danger!" A doctor examined Li Zhenxing, raised his head and shouted.
A young male doctor next to him looked confused. He was holding a blood bottle in his hand. He had been transfusing blood, so how could he lose blood?
"Only half is left. We have already transfused a thousand milliliters of blood. Logically speaking, there would be no such obvious symptoms of blood loss. What is going on? This is unheard of!" The doctors all exclaimed, although they have been dealing with dreamers.
wounds, but this was the first time I encountered such a bizarre thing.
Chen Mo was attracted by the exclamation, and looked at Li Zhenxing's pale face with a solemn expression. He thought of his own experience before. The last time he experienced Yang Song's dream, a lot of blood was carved on his body.
, there was a lot of bleeding, but after all, it was just a skin injury, nothing serious. He himself didn't feel much weakness. But Li Zhenxing was different. He had a deep hole punched out, and it was just above the artery.
If the doctor hadn't treated him in time, he would have died of excessive bleeding.
"No! It's his blood pressure that's beating! But the blood pressure is different in every place! How could this be?" A doctor was stunned.
"I see." Chen Mo roughly understood that the body in the dream world is related to the body in the real world. This means that if the body is injured in the real world, the body in the dream world will also be injured. On the contrary, if the body is treated such as sutures, etc.
Things can interact with each other. This is also a method of using the body to connect. However, just like removing bullets from the body, once a gunshot wound occurs in the dream world, the real world will naturally be injured, but the bullet will not copy it. This is also the case with Li Zhenxing's previous wound.
The reason why there is always something like a mass of air inside is the same. For the same reason, blood transfusion in the real world cannot be transfused into the dream world! Li Zhenxing in the dream world is still in a state of excessive blood loss! This is why
The reason why Li Zhenxing's blood pressure keeps beating!
"I can think of such contradictory thoughts..." Chen Mo shook his head and told the doctors his guess. They were all dumbfounded.
"Then what should we do next?" a doctor asked tentatively.
Chen Mo thought of the other injured people, and then thought of himself, and said: "I don't know, this is difficult to solve. Unless he returns to reality, it shouldn't be like this by then."
After hearing these words, everyone looked at Zhang Fusheng. Everyone looked carefully at the words Zhang Fusheng had engraved on Li Zhenxing. Naturally, they understood that if they wanted Li Zhenxing to come out, there was only one way, and that was to kill Jack. Otherwise
There is no other way.
But kill Jack? What would Zhang Fusheng do? For a soldier, he lost a rare experimental subject. For this experimental subject, more than ten people have been sacrificed, and hundreds of innocent people have died in the outside world. Is it worth it?
"Do what you should do." Zhang Fusheng expressed his attitude. Chen Mo did not interrupt. He didn't know Li Zhenxing, so there was no need to help. And he thought so in his heart. No matter right or wrong, someone would die.
, relatively speaking, selectively sacrificing a person who can afford the sacrifice is the best choice. No one will refuse, at least except the person who is sacrificed.