"No, I'm not talking about the determination to sacrifice my life for righteousness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoNo one else could compare to him, and he never struggled to make such a choice. Richelieu said flatly, "I'm talking about blood, Miss Wei." I believe that very few people can deceive Zhuang Yan, because he is always suspicious of everything, so he is always exploring, deducing, he only believes in the facts he has proved - and your determination, let me see his shadow fluttering behind you. ”

"He influenced me." Wei Dongxian lowered her head and admitted, her heart softened, and suddenly for a moment, she was reluctant to die.

Richelieu said seriously: "I agree with you, just now in front of those two military doctors, you and Song Dan did not mention the prisoner, but we all know that it is all related to the prisoner, which is why Song Dan is desperate and afraid, and this is why you are categorical." But I don't think even a prisoner could have imagined that you would be so decisive - and there is one thing that has not yet been determined: whether the disease that killed Song Xian was contagious or not, and how and how efficiently it was transmitted. Assuming this is a contagious epidemic, we could temporarily lock down the base and then launch a mass serological quarantine to determine the infection rate until the ultimate solution is initiated. ”

"How do you quarantine?" Song Dan staggered out and looked at Richelieu with his hands down: "We haven't even isolated the pathogen, we can't make antibodies, and we can't observe the deposition of the pathogen-antibody complex, so why should we quarantine the soldiers?" Don't you get it yet? ”

Song Dan walked towards Wei Dongxian earnestly, stretched out his hand to help Wei Dongxian, his eyes drifted to the blood-stained fingers, his movements froze, his hands seemed to be frozen in mid-air, he didn't dare to touch Wei Dongxian, and finally slowly clenched into a fist, retracted to his chest, bowed his head with his heart, and said sadly: "Song Xian's cerebrospinal fluid is as turbid as a sewer, the cerebrospinal cord tissue is dissolved like a honeycomb, and the brain tissue is densely packed with interconnected holes - this is by no means a strain that can be produced by natural mutation, only the 'prisoner's hypothesis' can explain the reason for the existence of this strain." I can imagine that this is an extremely bloodthirsty, destructive, deadly pathogenic microorganism that is the god at the top of the food chain, looking down on us ignorant ants and despising our primitive medicine. Only prisoners on Earth can create such advanced biochemical weapons. Continuing to deduce, 'infectivity' is the decisive indicator for measuring the 'performance of microbial weapons'; if a biological weapon is not infectious, then it has no significance to exist as a top-level weapon. It's self-explanatory, why do you still hope that the strain is not contagious, and this girly fairy tale is still here? ”

Richelieu bowed his head and was speechless. She was struck by this meticulous logic and couldn't refute it. She has been dissuading Wei Dongxian because she is still burning with hope to live.

She firmly believes that Michaelfil, the righteous embodiment of her lifelong faith, will definitely choose the most suitable person to serve as the last saint. Zhuang Yan remains skeptical of everything, always full of desire to explore, enthusiastic pursuit of justice, has cutting-edge academic literacy, has an open mind that makes neurological patients unreachable, and has the spirit of sacrifice that is equal to the loyalty and martyrs of ancient and modern times.

Richelieu believed that if Michael chose such a man to entrust him with the cause, he would surely step forward when disaster struck and save the lives of the displaced people. So Richelieu wanted things to turn around, rather than break the net with a categorical fish.

Wei Dongxian's voice trembled: "Song Dan...... Do you have blood on your fingers? Didn't you wear gloves? ”

Song Dan opened his eyes, shook his head with a smile, and encouraged his comrades gently: "It's not important...... It doesn't matter anymore. I'm just desperate, I'm afraid we're going to release the deadly disease to the ground, I'm afraid we're going to become the Pandora of the 21st century, I want to put it mildly. ”

Wei Dongxian's eyes widened in shock.

Song Dan clasped his hands in his heart, squeezed the wound on his index finger that was scratched by bone spurs, closed his eyes and smiled: "He once said to me proudly that the reason why human beings have survived to this day is thanks to men. From the time the ancient hunters came out of their hiding caves, the men fought the cold wind and snow, the raging mammoths, the torrential rains and floods - the malice of nature sharpened the blood of men, so they did not hesitate to speculate on danger and calamity with the most sinister intentions, and they were able to make the right decision coldly, because they knew that the situation could have gotten worse! The ferocity of men and the blood of men have allowed weak human beings to survive the hunting of fierce beasts, survive from ancient glaciers, kill a bloody path from the malice of nature, and let one tribe grow into today's vast civilization! I'm not targeting you, Xianxian,"

The three of them looked at each other, Song Dan finally calmed down from his fear, and said calmly: "I mean, we have fallen into the prisoner's puzzle, and at this time we must abandon unrealistic illusions, we must let the prisoner's plan go bankrupt, and we must let the aliens see the blood nature of women - we must be like a man, lock this disease in a grave two kilometers deep, and put the prisoner in this tomb made of molten steel." ”

What Song Dan said is true, if a large-yield nuclear fireball erupts in the base, the tens of millions of tons of high-quality steel cast in the base will instantly melt and turn into a furnace of molten steel, and finally solidify and cool, filling the entire crypt. No matter how otherworldly a prisoner is, like a mosquito in amber, he will be frozen in the center of a steel ingot weighing tens of millions of tons, and he will never be able to break free.

Song Dan whispered: "According to the information that has been confirmed, the prisoner has optical deception ability, digital analysis ability, plastic deformation ability, and strong physical and chemical defense power, and he has always been lurking, proving that it is not large in size and limited in power, even if it can survive the fireball, it will not be able to escape from the cooling steel ingot." And it would never have imagined that we would make such a decision, and this is our last chance. We're going to seal the sickness and the prisoners in a grave of steel, we're going to close Pandora's box and let it sleep forever underground. ”

Wei Dongxian stared at Richelieu. She was amazed by Song Dan's plan, so she confirmed the feasibility of the plan to Richelieu.

Richelieu nodded solemnly: "The volume of the prisoner is only about 0.5 cubic meters. When it resists the high temperature and high pressure of the nuclear fireball, it must support the specialized shell at full power to ensure survival from the nuclear fireball, so Song Dan's plan is theoretically feasible: if the prisoner tries to move, he may be killed by the destruction of the shell; If the prisoner tries to survive, he loses his chance to escape, is imprisoned by a solidified steel ingot, and becomes a piece of steel amber that has never been seen before. ”

Wei Dongxian's eyes lit up. She was in a stirring mood, suddenly rejoiced, smiled, looked at Song Dan and nodded vigorously: "It's not too late to make amends." I'll go to the main control room right away and back up the uploaded data from the Sword Furnace and the Galaxy Console. ”

Song Dan also burst out laughing and nodded calmly: "Only the three of us know about this matter, and it must not be leaked out - the silent one is killed, the video surveillance system of the base is paralyzed for a short time, as long as the three of us keep our mouths shut, the prisoner will never know about this plan." ”

Richelieu looked at the two dangerous women with his sword, and his heart went up and down, frowning, and secretly thought, "Why are they still laughing?" (To be continued.) )