The reason why I was able to turn another crony into the living dead was because I had the curse of the living dead. In modern times, the official name of this poison is "Havoc Virus". And the "torture tool" I mentioned earlier actually refers to this poison.

In order to explain the origin of the Holocaust virus in my hands, I must first explain two seemingly unrelated things:

The first thing is that I didn't make it to the Faceless Shadow in the first place.

She had managed to escape from my hands with the help of the Evidence of Differentiation, the Sigil of the Living Dead, and the Elixir of Turin's Revival. Afterwards, I dug into the ground and couldn't find her body. Even though I thought there was little chance of her surviving at the time, I couldn't trust that this scheming woman was really dead.

Maybe it's because I think about it day and dream at night, but after the Facelings incident ended, I actually saw her in my dreams. And this incident has prompted me to further strengthen the idea of "living to see people, and dead to see corpses".

The second thing was that I saw the living dead in a small-town nightmare.

It was the first time in my life that I had seen the real living dead, and it was a very different experience than I had learned about it from books. There really is such a miserable soul in this world. I've heard that there are quite a few living dead in some corners of the Alliance's reach, such as valleys, caves, deep forests, etc. They began hundreds of years ago and have endured all the way to this day, and they still cannot be relieved. If no one else manages to free their souls, then they will likely be tortured until the end of the universe.

I don't know if there is a more cruel punishment in this world, and if it were applied to torture, who would be able to stand up for consciousness in the face of such horror. At least I can't. Unless you're a madman like a withered believer, or a pure fool who can't comprehend the longevity of the universe. Otherwise, I can't imagine what kind of determined person he is to dare to face this.

So, after the incident in Rest Town, I found the body of the violent in reality based on the principle of death to see the corpse.

The cause of his death was "being killed by an extremely high concentration of the Havoc Virus in a dream", and based on the nature of the Havoc Virus, his body in reality was also completely destroyed by the Havoc Virus, and his flesh and blood were filled with the virus's factors. Out of an abundance of caution, the Public Security Bureau carefully stored his body after it was found, and then went to call for Zoroastrian professionals to come and decontaminate it. And I quietly came to the door before the body was cleansed.

I was only here to identify the corpse, but thinking that the Havoc virus might come in handy in the future, I took a small amount of poisonous blood and left, and afterwards sealed the poisonous blood in a place that only I knew.

If this thing doesn't work all the time, then I'll probably destroy it someday. In hindsight, it was an extremely dangerous object. Although with the order of modern society, even if the cataclysm virus really infects anyone in the city, it will not be able to make a few splashes at all, and the harm may not even be comparable to that of an automatic weapon that falls into the hands of bad people. But holding this kind of thing in your hand all the time is really not a good night's sleep. It wasn't until today that I finally took it out and put it to use. I guess I didn't use it in the wrong place.

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As soon as I walked out of the room where my cronies were being held, Naoto Inoue stood at the door and asked me, "Is that a cataclysm virus?" ”

"Yes." I admit it.

"Where did you get that?" He glared at me tightly, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

"Of course." I say.

The living dead wandering the mountains and wilderness in the era of hell symbolize the end of humanity living in hell. Such a brutal scenery left an extremely heavy psychological shadow on the survivors who were struggling to survive at that time. This shadow is so rooted in history and culture, and continues into modern times. For the inhabitants of this world, the living dead are not just monsters that "can eat people, can spread viruses, and are particularly terrifying to watch", but are also closely connected to the endless tragic history. That's why I didn't do it in the first place.

I explained to him the need for this. Although he couldn't refute it, he still couldn't accept it, and could only reluctantly put aside the contradictions. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat me, he probably wouldn't have counted it like that. He took a long breath, spit it out again, and then changed the subject, "Is what you said before true?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know much about astronomy, but can the living dead really survive for immeasurable years?" He asked, "Didn't you say that the universe at that time no longer existed and all the black holes had evaporated?" ”

"Even if you ask, I can't prove it. After all, people today don't even really observe black holes. I said, "I can only say that with the current methods of mankind, the living dead can only be destroyed by spiritual energy." I've heard that some scientists have even experimented in the laboratory to convert the tiny pieces of flesh and blood of the living dead from very small pieces of cut flesh and blood from matter to energy, and then have the mediums see the results. As a result, the soul of the organization still exists in some way. There is no annihilation, no liberation, no death. ”

"How ......," he fell silent.

After a while, he sighed, looked at the door next to him, and asked, "You just left him alone?" ”

"It works better that way." I say. I remember that in my previous life, there was a man named Joseph. Conrad's writers once argued that real fear is the fear that man has about his own imagination. That's why I kept my cronies with the living head and the looping video. I don't need to torture him with my head and video, he will torture himself with his imagination.

I said to Inoue again, "You stay here first." You've learned a lesson this time, even if he wants to commit suicide by poisoning, you can detect it in advance, right? ”

"Yes." He nodded.

I turned around and walked out onto the lawn in the backyard of the villa, where I took the time to practice boxing for a while.

It's been a long time since I've done boxing seriously. Not because of slacking off, but because at my current level, this ordinary workout is no longer very helpful. In the words of posturing, it is "walking, standing, sitting and lying are all practices". But in the last few days, I have had to adjust my attitude. Because the Shameless Killer doesn't know when he will kill again. My nerves had to be tighter than ever. I meditated in my mind over and over again about fighting it, imagining from what angle it would attack next time and how I would fight back.

This kind of meditation is just a fantasy for ordinary martial artists. But if you reach a certain level, the meditation becomes extremely realistic, as if you are in a real confrontation with your opponent in the spiritual world. Before I knew it, I felt as if I had gained a lot of real experience.

Still not to be taken lightly, I think. Meditation is nothing more than a "technique", not a "spell". I can't simulate in my mind the strengths of my opponents that I don't know. While it supposedly identifies its martial arts as mine, who knows if it will be able to perform new abilities like Infinite Endurance, Overdrive Regeneration, and Shadow Shift.

After a while, I went back to the room I had just had. In order to prevent Naoto Inoue from doing him a favor, I asked him to stand outside the door.

The cronie was still firmly tied to his chair, and he lifted his face and looked at me wearily. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard like never before. This man, who was able to be unswerving in the previous high-intensity torture, finally revealed a vulnerable demeanor.

"Have you figured it out?" I asked.

He looked struggling, "I ......"

I picked up my head from the ground. The head was still struggling and trying to bite me. I threw it on the table next to me and walked over to my cronies.

His body shrank. Then he asked, "If I do all the things you say, will you be able to spare my life?" ”

"Nope." I say.

He fell silent for a moment, and then gradually revealed a miserable smile, "It's a dream, right...... I must be dreaming...... Woo......" Speaking of the back, he actually began to cry.

I walked up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. His body trembled reflexively at my touch, and his whimpering stopped.

"But as long as you give in, I can let you die." I said, "You can die well, your little buddy with only your head left." Instead of being crushed by me and scattered into the sea. I'm thinking about you. You know, once things turn out like that, you really don't have the slightest chance of being saved. ”

He was silent.

I leaned down and leaned into his ear and said, "You didn't betray your partner, you just had to give in to me and give me information just to save your partner from fire and water." You don't really care about eternal suffering, but you can't stand your partner suffering with you. Am I right? ”

He lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and finally whispered, "Yes......"

"So, what is your answer?" I asked.

"As long as I can answer......" he said abruptly, "I will answer." ”

"Good."

I walked in front of him and put the gloves on my right hand that emitted psionic flames. Then, in front of him, using the gloves snatched from him, he grabbed his partner's head and unleashed a psionic flame.

The skull struggled violently and painfully in the flames, but within a moment, it was completely charred and completely motionless. This means that the curse lodged in it has been completely wiped out by the psionic flames. I casually threw the charred head into the corner of the room.

His gaze numbly chased after his head, then at the gloves I was wearing, and then on my face. He muttered, "Don't you have a conscience?" ”