Since he decided to join L's Kira group, Long Ming is still always on guard in his heart, but now he is more concerned about the problems that L said before. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Find out the source of infection and the route of transmission, as well as the remaining 1% of humanity that is not infected!"

Listening to L's words, especially finding the remaining 0.0001% of the humans who were not infected, Long Ming felt that unless it was a contractor or an undead, it was unlikely that there would be survivors in Shangjing City now, and the 7.18 carnival incident, the citizens should have all been controlled.

Long Ming asked directly with a puzzled face.

"L, how the hell did you come to this conclusion with the remaining 1% of humans who are not controlled!?"

To this question, L said his answer while eating a chocolate donuts.

"First: any infectious virus, or devastating disaster, such as the lethality of nuclear weapons, even if the destructive power is huge, but not absolutely no one has survived."

"Now I think that the biggest possibility of controlling the citizens of the city is a gas, if my reasoning is correct, then there will definitely be antibodies, throughout the ancient and modern times, human beings have experienced countless disasters, floods, earthquakes, etc., when these disasters disappear, there will always be survivors, and it is the same now, except for us contractors and undead, there must be human beings who can resist being controlled!"

"As for how to find the way of transmission, and to find the remaining 0.0001% of the human beings who are not infected, I have a detailed plan now, and I will tell you after I think about it."

As soon as L finished speaking, he stood up with a box of doughnuts and left the house without looking back.

And Professor Qiao, who was standing beside the bed, saw L's departure, as if he was relieved, looked at Long Ming with a kind face, smiled at him and left the room.

It was only more than ten seconds before and after, and Long Ming was left in the room.

But it's okay, now he can also be alone with Bai Ling.

Back to the bedside, Long Ming did it, his nerves had been tense before, but now his nerves were relaxed a lot, and when he saw Bai Ling who was unconscious on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but mutter.

"Bai Ling, what happened after we separated?"

He was still talking to himself, without any answer, and the whole room was surprisingly quiet, as if completely isolated from the world.

In a luxurious hotel room.

The light was as bright as a diamond, and Xue Matsuri stood in front of the living room in the room, dressed in a fuchsia dress, her hands held flat on her chest, like pink threads wrapped around her thin bamboo arms, shimmering with pale pink shimmers.

Snow Festival's white fingers kept controlling these pink silk threads, and under Snow Festival's control, these shimmering silk threads all wrapped around a handsome and handsome young man.

The young man was dressed in a black uniform, with handsome facial features, and it was Sakura Manji who was eliminated by Long Ming.

At this time, Sakura Manji's body was wrapped with pink silk threads controlled by the Snow Festival, and they were like vines crawling all over Sakura Manji's body.

The snow festival was staring intently at the cherry blossoms in front of him, and sweat was gradually dripping from his forehead, obviously quite tired, but he still didn't stop, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Ji, you must wake up! Gotta wake up......"

Snow Festival shouted softly in his heart, since Sakura Manji doesn't like others to call him Ji, so Snow Festival only calls him that in his heart!

Time was slowly passing, and I don't know how long it had passed, but Sakura Manji gradually opened his eyes and saw the snow festival in front of him.

At this time, the snow festival was constantly sweating on his forehead, and the dew was like a raindrop, flowing from his forehead to the collar of his clothes, soaking it.

"Snow Festival, it's okay, I'm almost recovered!"

Sakura Manji was afraid that he would be tired of the snow festival, so he stopped it directly after he came to his senses.

A bright smile on his face shook his head slightly.

"You're finally awake!"

The words of the snow festival were full of joy.

"I'm not tired, you haven't been completely healed by me yet!"

Sakura Manji knows that Snow Festival is dedicated to him, but he is also an undead no matter how he says it, and Snow Festival is the contractor, and he really hopes that Snow Festival can have some opinions and ideas.

"Snow Festival, stop me!" Sakura's tone accentuated a little to make the snow festival stop.

This startled the snow festival, and she was already a little angry when she saw Sakura Manji, so she had to put away the pink silk thread wrapped around Sakura Manji's body.

When all the pink threads on Sakura's body disappeared, he stood up, but due to the heavy injuries he had received before, he could now feel that his body was prostration, as if he had been hollowed out by something.

"Next time, be careful, fortunately it is not your true body that has been destroyed, but you are also greatly implicated, if you come again, you will say goodbye to this world."

The one who spoke was a woman in a white coat, with a western face, blonde hair like a waterfall, and perfect facial features, but the expression on her face was always mechanical and cold.

As soon as he heard this question, a solemnity appeared on Sakura Manji's face, and suddenly the clouds were overcast, and the whole person's face darkened.

"That contractor named Long Ming, somehow suddenly became powerful, that power... If we were both there, it would have been about 5 seconds, and we would have all died. ”

A hint of curiosity flashed across Helen's face, and after a little thought, the curiosity on her face disappeared without a trace, obviously she didn't believe it very much.

"Sakura Manji, you know, I'm also the one who can kill you, and it's easy!"

Helen's voice was as cold as ice, without a hint of temperature.

"So, I don't want your words to question me."

"I don't want to question it, I just hope you can really kill me in 5 seconds!"

Sakura Manji shot back directly, not paying attention to Helen's attitude, but turned his head to look at the snow festival behind him.

"Snow Festival, let's go!"

The snow festival followed with a few small steps, and did not stop until Sakura Manji was around.

Sakura Manji left with the Snow Festival at this time, and he was in a hurry, obviously as if he had something important to do.

It wasn't until they left that the room became quiet again, there was no extra noise, just a little dimming of the lights.

The blonde beauty Helen's face was still as delicate as a machine.

At this time, her slender snow-white fingers were also copied into the pocket of her white coat, and she took a few steps forward, her steps were even, and she could set off the perfect arc of her body, as if she had calculated it, and the size of each step was exactly the same.

When she came to the window, Helen stopped, blinked her ice-like eyes, and looked out of the window.

Outside, the sky was dark, like a black fog, and the city was empty, and there was no place to see the lively scene of the past.

Looking at the scenery outside, Helen began to talk to herself.

"It's really strange, the modified Apocalypse Virus is just a sample of the experiment, and it hasn't completely erupted at all, but why does it have such a strong control effect?"

Helen's fine brows furrowed slightly, and after thinking for a while, she didn't come up with a reason, but then she already had a plan in her heart.

She's going to go back to the lab and experiment to see if the data is really accurate, maybe there's something wrong with it, maybe there's a lot of ingredients that cause it, maybe there's something bigger to discover.