Richard did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment.

For the first time, he realized how many people were affected by the decisions he made. It is precisely because of this that the position of the big man and the position of the common man are different.

For a moment, his expression was slightly gloomy, but it was quickly forcibly suppressed. Of course, Mr. Supervisor did not notice this.

"That's not the same as the information I got."

Richard spoke slowly.

"I've heard about infectious diseases, and in addition to that, it's said that there are unidentified man-eating monsters that operate at night......"

Mr. Director was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a wry smile.

"That's the previous information. The true body of the man-eating monster is actually a patient who has reached the advanced stage of the disease, but a few days ago we didn't notice their threat, coupled with the nocturnal nature hidden in their instincts, so we didn't connect the two for the time being, and just stayed at the level of suspicion. ”

"Later, there were more and more patients with incurable advanced disease, and we naturally noticed the truth. Little by little, they become irrational monsters, and I've seen several unlucky guys get bitten by seriously ill patients and gradually become like the rest of the group...... Stuff. ”

Mr. Director swallowed.

"The speed of the epidemic, as well as the efficiency of the mutation of patients, are amazing, and the intelligence is probably delayed for several days to reach the top, and it is normal that you don't know."

Richard thought there was something strange. He knew that there was an obstacle to the flow of information between the compartments of the magic tower, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. This can no longer be explained by "indifference".

"Where we're going now, where the patients gather?"

"Yes." Mr. Director nodded, "There are also sane patients who can be called 'human', all of them are now concentrated near one clinic, and the severity is ...... from early to mid-term."

"No, you don't have to go there."

Richard said.

"Take me directly to the place where the critically ill are staying."

*

I stepped into the epidemic area a few minutes ago. Together, the two wore special alchemy talismans.

As far as the eye can see, there are small, simple houses. This is the closest place to the word "slum" on the tower, but during this time, the streets that used to be filled with residents like rat holes have been deserted by the "Wizards' Life Committee", which is in charge of the general affairs of the tower (seven floors and below).

The crumbling walls and dilapidated streets add a bleak feel to the area, like a ruined city after a war or disaster.

Richard didn't come here out of sheer curiosity. He believed that the person who had sent the joint by the hanged man was also here. Since the epidemic and the seriously ill patients who have turned into man-eating monsters are likely to be the so-called "test subjects" in the other party's mouth, the person who sent the magic key will probably appear in the vicinity of the test subjects. The reason is ......

"This epidemic is still in the experimental stage, so according to common sense, someone must be there to accept the results, right? It's a win-win-win for them. ”

Richard instinctively angered by this wanton play with his life, but there was nothing he could do for the time being.

"Front...... It's a gathering place for seriously ill patients. ”

Mr. Director's face was pale, his steps were as heavy as lead, and he subconsciously walked slower and slower. His hands and feet were trembling slightly.

Richard glanced at him.

"Tell me the precautions, I'll go there alone."

"Really...... Are you sure?! Thank you very much, Your Excellency. ”

Mr. Director nodded frantically at him. It can be seen that the respect and gratitude on his face this time are completely from the bottom of his heart.

……

"Well done, sir. In zombie movies, too many teammates are not necessarily a good thing. ”

After the other party trotted all the way away, the real name lady floating beside him said seriously.

In fact, this is the reason why Richard drove away Mr. Director. In case that guy gets infected, it will become a time bomb to follow around. To kill or not to kill? He doesn't want to see the tangled plot of "hesitating whether to blow up his companion's head" that often appears in zombie works.

The epidemic that happened at the bottom seemed to him to be almost the same as the zombie disaster in SF's works - both in terms of characteristics and mode of infection, so Richard was no stranger to this, after all, for a modern audience, this is an old-fashioned theme that has been played for decades, and there are not too many tricks.

…… Having said that, Richard was still a little nervous about facing this kind of monster that ran from fiction to reality.

"Take it easy, sir. Zombie works are the most common newbie quest and won't be difficult. It's common sense. ”

What kind of common sense is this?

"Because zombies look like people, but they are not human, they can reduce the guilt of killing humans; At the same time, they are monsters that are more threatening than humans, but less threatening than growing superhumans, so they are suitable as targets. ”

At first glance, it sounds like a lot of sense.

Richard wiped his palms from his sleeves, wiping away the slippery cold sweat while taking a deep breath.

- He has come to the gathering place of the "zombies".

It is a building with a pointed tip. It looks like it used to be a clinic or a single-family house. It had apparently been abandoned for quite some time, with wild grass growing everywhere outside the door, and creepers covering the entire mud wall. The wooden door tilted slightly to the side, revealing the inside of the room, which was a black hole. Most of the glass windows were shattered, and the dust was covered in a lot of dust. Everywhere is full of desolation.

Listening closely, at that moment, Richard seemed to hear the cry of a complaining woman and the wailing of a child coming from the house......

He moved his stiff body, threw the messy thoughts behind him, pushed open the wooden door, and strode into it.

*

Behind the wooden door is a long staircase that spreads into the bottomless darkness, with no end in sight. Richard narrowed his eyes, and only after his vision had adjusted to the dull vision did he begin to walk down unhurriedly.

Leaving the light from the outside world behind him, Richard shook off his suitcase and pulled out the snake staff and a knight's sword inside. The sword was picked out of the warehouse of the Rasputin school and was a "trophy" captured from a Templar. After all, the place where he lives is the residence of wizards, and he doesn't have too strong alchemy weapons suitable for knights, but they are more than enough for a knight's squire.

With a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right, Richard walked down casually.

He was well aware that there was no danger around him. Because the magic book in his arms is in operation, which has seven spells on it, including "Eagle Eye", "Clairvoyance", "All-Seeing Eye", "Advanced Magic Trace Detection", "Rank Determination", "Ring of Vigilance", and "Advanced Orbit Prediction".

Now he unleashed a spell known as the "All-Seeing Eye", which creates a 360-degree full field of vision while the wizard remains in a state of vision, including wall penetration, improved color discrimination, and microscopic vision, covering a radius of hundreds of meters.

Now, no amount of wind and grass in the darkness can hide from Richard's eyes, including the trajectory of dust drifting through the air. Coupled with the legendary wizard's psionic ability, it is impossible for him to be sneak attacked in the coverage of the all-seeing eye. …… Unless the opponent uses an over-the-horizon attack, or moves so fast that they can't even get in time.

It's not zombies that can do it, he thought.

The further I went underground, the smell of blood that had been lingering on the tip of my nose became more and more intense. Then there's the rotten smell of a silted land with little air, the damp smell of underground buildings, and the foul smell of decaying living creatures or flesh......

Finally, his feet felt like they were on the ground.

"Here we are."

Richard's gaze went all the way forward, and it was still a dark corridor with no end in sight. On both sides are cages submerged in a sea of drowsy and dust, made of iron-clad wooden fences.

It was stained with fresh and old blood, and most of the fences had obvious signs of twisting, as if they were expanding and contracting.

It was a "wound" left by countless violent impacts from within. There were a few places where half of the iron locks outside the fence had fallen off.

- This is exactly what Mr. Director calls the dungeon.

From the cells on either side, there were countless heavy gasps, the soft sound of saliva dripping on the concrete.

Richard lowered his eyelids and pressed his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword.

It seems that no one has come to check on it for a while. Are they all afraid? If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the "beasts" in the cage come out of the cage.

They all smelled it, they felt it, the smell of fresh flesh coming here. As a result, pairs of bright red eyes appeared in the shadows.

"Boom."

"Knock knock."

"Knock knock!"

At first it was a restless roar, followed by the sound of something starting to hit the cage from the inside. At first, there were two or three sounds, and the sound continued to expand and spread like ripples on the surface of the water falling into the stones, from one end of the dungeon to the other, and finally converged into a huge wave!

The monsters roared, screamed, and "banged" repeatedly against the fence in their cages, and the sound was like a loudspeaker amplified dozens of times. Finally, an iron lock was overwhelmed and fell to the ground with a thud, and the entire wooden door was suddenly hit by the "crowd" pouring out of it.

Teeth and nails protrude through the gaps, and the patients step on each other's heads and pounce on the only living person in the place—

The young man in that hallway, who was always motionless.

Suddenly, the shining sword light pierced the air, and the remaining traces bloomed in the darkness, and the smell of blood permeated the dungeon with the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.