"Talk?"

Qin Ran smiled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a smile that came from the heart.

It was the miser who smiled when he saw an unowned gold mine.

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Ran asked slowly.

"I'll give you unexpected benefits!"

"My knowledge, my collection, can be given to you!"

The other party said urgently.

But Qin Ran shook his head.

"Don't prevaricate me with such empty words, and don't tempt me with things you can't see. Bewitch me! ”

"What I need is real, concrete, visible benefits!"

"Do you understand?"

"Think about it, I hope that when I show up here again, you've come up with enough to impress me."

As he spoke, Qin Ran pulled the shirt of a dead corpse, wrapped the two boxes, picked them up, turned around and left.

Qin Ran didn't pay any attention to the shouting in his ears.

Because, Qin Ran knew that the longer it dragged on, the more beneficial it would be for him.

When is the most painful time for a prisoner who has been imprisoned for a long time?

It's not a dark life of captivity.

Instead, after learning that there is hope to leave, he must also stay in that dark place.

This kind of taste is extremely uncomfortable.

Qin Ran was sure that it would only take a few days for Angsi Lanke to show true sincerity.

In the same way, he needs a few days to deal with Annecy Ranko.

Qin Ran was not naïve enough to think that after many conflicts with a god, there was a possibility that he would end peacefully.

Even the resurrected gods.

The essence of the other party being a god will not change.

Once the other party is out of trouble, it will inevitably be the beginning of a battle.

Therefore, Qin Ran had to prepare something.

At the very least, he has to create enough favorable conditions.

And in addition to these two reasons, it is......

Those infected by the plague are about to lose their time.

For these innocent people who were caught on fire at the city gate and were affected by the pond fish, Qin Ran had an apology from the bottom of his heart.

In the realm of a gesture, he doesn't mind helping the other person.

……

"Doctor! Doctor! ”

The little girl's crisp cry was full of anxiety, panic and fear.

By her side, her mother had already fallen into a coma, with blue-black markings on her face and hands, and her father had just passed out.

The little girl was left alone.

Op, who was shuttling through the crowd, quickly noticed the bad situation on the little girl's side.

Even among the many plague patients, it is extremely rare for a little girl to do so.

Opple walked over quickly.

"Don't worry, kids, I'll take care of them."

Opple, who had learned medicine from the old nun, comforted the girl, with a soft voice and a kind face, in the same vein as the old nun.

"Will they be okay?"

The girl asked.

"Yes!"

"I promise you!"

Op nodded vigorously, trying to look more reliable.

But in Opple's eyes, there was a deep worry.

Worries about the future.

Fear of the loss of life.

He didn't know if his plan would succeed, but he knew that in a little while, there would be widespread death here.

The plague spread faster than he had imagined.

And the lethality is far beyond his imagination.

Even if he tried his best, he could only suppress the spread of the plague a little.

Heal?

That's impossible.

"Come, kid, come over there with me!"

"You need to get enough sleep, and when you wake up, your father and mother will appear in front of you."

Op comforted the girl.

But just when the voice fell—

Burst!

The blue-black markings on the girl's mother's hands and face burst open.

The foul-smelling liquid inside was scattered and splashed everywhere.

Op handful will be girl. Embrace. In. Bosom. , blocking the plague-filled liquid with his back.

Snort!

Corrosion appeared.

The 'crow suit' was useless under the foul-smelling liquid.

The liquid of the plague seeped into the skin of Opple's back.

Op pushed the girl away.

"Child, stay away from me!"

"Someone, take care of this child!"

Op shouted loudly, colleagues around him.

Another doctor in a 'crow suit' ran over and hugged the crying girl.

"Op, how are you......"

"Don't come here!"

"I'm infected!"

Facing the doctor who was supporting him, Op quickly waved his hand, and he directly took off the 'crow suit'.

It's useless.

Instantly, a refreshing night breeze blows in your face.

Op took a deep breath.

"I need to use 'that.'"

He said this, pointing to the oil barrel that had been prepared long ago.

"Op!"

"Things haven't ...... yet"

A woman's voice came from under the 'crow suit'.

"It's worse than we thought!"

"The spread of the plague cannot be stopped by the current means, and this is the only step left...... Gather the sick together, and I, the executioner, need to go with them first—at least, it will allow us to hold on longer, and hopefully the teacher will come to her senses in the meantime, and only she will be able to solve the plague. ”

Op interrupted the other man's words and walked towards the oil drum.

The sick were concentrated.

Op twisted the oil barrel, poured the oil around, and poured himself from head to toe, then picked up the torch that had not yet been lit.

Watching Op's movements, the female doctor holding the girl cried.

"Lady Dawn, have you seen all this?"

"Have mercy on Opp!"

"He doesn't deserve such pain!"

The female doctor choked up.

At this time, the girl who was held in her arms suddenly broke free from the arms of the female doctor, rushed into the area soaked in fire oil, and rushed to her father and mother.

For children.

What could be more important than parents?

Life-and-death.

It doesn't matter to them.

Far less than parents.

Looking at the crying girl crawling on top of her unconscious parents next to her, Op froze as she lit the fire.

"God, how cruel you are!"

The surrounding doctors and the families of those infected with the plague were even more exclaimed.

"Oh God!"

"Please get things back to normal!"

"We don't want to see hell!"

Supplications came and went.

Be scatterbrained.

But they are consistent with each other.

They come together and become the original idea: goodness.

Kindness gathers compassion and kindness.

Gather the beauty of the world.

It also makes everything in front of you look more and more cruel.

The stiff Op eventually chose to light the torches.

Because, as a doctor, he knows very well that this is the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry!"

"If there is an afterlife, I am willing to make amends to you!"

Op said as he looked at the little girl.

Then, he looked at the world he was in one last time.

Torches fell.

However, the fire did not appear.

An indifferent voice came-

"Hell wasn't supposed to be on earth."

"Flames belong to hell."

"Light comes from the world."

As the words fell, a dazzling light pierced the dark night sky and illuminated the entire St. Paul's school.

Qin Ran stepped forward and walked out of the light.