Wang Sheng raised his hand weakly and looked at his fingers, the ashes on his fingers couldn't be removed.

Leng Ai looked at Wang Sheng's finger carefully, she was very sure that the lesion on Wang Sheng's body was definitely related to his finger, and the only way now was to cut off Wang Sheng's finger.

Wang Sheng smiled helplessly: "Cut your fingers, you can spare me!"

Leng Ai suddenly became irritable and yelled at Wang Sheng: "If you don't cut your fingers, you will die, do you know it!"

Wang Sheng looked at Leng Ai with his mouth open, this was the first time he saw Leng Ai's impulsive appearance, Wang Sheng knew in his heart that Leng Ai was caring about him, but when he thought of cutting his fingers, he felt that his scalp was a little numb, Wang Sheng still waved his hand: "If I'm not good for a while, can I cut my fingers again!"

Leng Ai yelled like crazy: "No, you have to cut it for me now!" said Leng Ai, pulling out the dagger on her boots.

Although they have done something more terrible than cutting their fingers, they really can't do it when they cut their brothers' fingers, and finally Leng Ai promised that if Wang Sheng is not good within half an hour, he must cut off his fingers.

Wang Sheng's condition deteriorated very quickly, and for more than ten minutes, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his whole body was weak, barely able to support his body.

The bald head patted Wang Sheng's shoulder and sighed lightly: "Hey, Xiao Shengzi, you're okay!"

Wang Sheng squeezed out a wry smile: "Cut......"

Cheng Hao grabbed Wang Sheng's palm and fell down with a knife, with a "click", Cheng Hao felt numb, and shook his arm vigorously: "Wang Sheng, do you want to live, you are very good at qigong!"

"Get used to it, you cut it again!"

Cheng Hao was just about to make a move, but Leng Ai hurriedly stopped: "Wait!"

Cheng Hao looked at Leng Ai suspiciously, Leng Ai frowned, took off Wang Sheng's shirt, and when he saw Wang Sheng's body, the four of them gasped. Wang Sheng's entire arm is all black the size of a fingernail, and the shape of the spots is exactly the same as the shape of the ashes on Wang Sheng's fingers.

Leng Ai had tears in her eyes, and gently stroked Wang Sheng's cheek: "Your arm must be cut off, and you must not use hard qigong anymore, otherwise you will die." ”

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew that this was the case, it was better to cut two fingers.

Cheng Hao stammered: "Leng Ai, really, really!"

Leng Ai wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "Cut, cut off the whole arm, be fast, if you don't cut it, you won't be in a hurry!"

"Brother, hold back!"

Cheng Hao took off his gloves and stuffed them into Wang Sheng's mouth, and gently patted Wang Sheng's shoulder. Cheng Hao suddenly stabbed Wang Sheng in the shoulder, Wang Sheng screamed heartbreakingly, and the things in front of him gradually blurred. Cheng Hao raised his knife and cut off Wang Sheng's arm at the fastest speed.

Under the treatment of capsules and cold white smoke, Wang Sheng recovered quickly, his newly grown arm did not have the black spots, there were no black ashes on his two fingers, and his body no longer had a fever, although he was unconscious, he was no longer in serious trouble.

Leng Ai looked up to the sky and sighed, two crystal tears crossed her cheeks. If Wang Sheng died, she would lose her only love, but she didn't care about this, she loved Wang Sheng deeply, and if she had a choice, she would rather suffer such pain for Wang Sheng.

In the evening, Wang Sheng woke up, moved his shoulders and laughed: "The parallel world is good, if you break your arm, you can grow a new one, as if it didn't happen!"

Cheng Hao had a wry smile on his face: "You can still laugh, do you know that you almost died?"

Wang Sheng said with a light face: "Isn't this still dead, what do you say this capsule is made of, how can the effect be so amazing, if there is such a medicine in the world, will no one die?"

"If there is such a medicine in the real world, the world will be in chaos......"

The sun slowly sets on the coastline, and the sky is full of dark clouds, and it looks like it is going to rain again. It was completely dark, and a light rain was falling in the sky, and a strange voice suddenly sounded in the empty room: "Hurry up, don't come back!"

Cheng Hao scolded helplessly: "Here we go again!"

The bald head touched his shiny head and said, "Yesterday this voice let us leave, we didn't listen, Wang Sheng contracted the plague, is this voice warning us?"

Wang Sheng nodded and said, "That's right, this is telling us that it is very dangerous here." ”

"Hurry up and leave, don't come back!"

Cheng Hao smiled: "Ah, do you see it, this person is still in a hurry!"

The bald head pulled out his slinger and yelled: "Come out and have a good chat with Lao Tzu!"

It was scary, and there was no sound. Until midnight, the voice did not sound again, the smell of burning corpses came from all around, the room was red by the light of the fire, and the four people stood in front of the window, looking at the scene in front of them, they no longer had the fear of yesterday.

The people in the fire stretched out their hands for rescue, but no one paid attention to them, the merciless flames consumed them, and they could only let out a cry of pain.

What they see is the real history, is the process of the development of human civilization, Wang Sheng's heart is full of infinite emotion, human beings have been blinded by their own **, dignitaries and nobles in order to survive in peace, do not hesitate to burn tens of thousands of people alive, this is for the continuation of civilization? Or is it a selfish desire of the nobles? The ethics and morality in the mouth of human beings are worthless in the face of disaster.

Leng Ai covered her face with her hands, looking at the raging fire, she was also full of emotion in her heart, Wang Sheng gently held Leng Ai in his arms and gently stroked Leng Ai's long hair.

Cheng Hao said: "In my opinion, this may be the right thing to do, but if we don't do this, civilization will not be able to continue, and mankind will become extinct due to the virus." ”

Wang Sheng asked coldly, "Is there only one way?"

Cheng Hao sighed: "Sacrificing a small number of people to save a large number of people may be the best result." ”

Four hours later, the fire suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had happened, Wang Sheng leaned against the windowsill, his heart was very dull, human beings created civilization, and destroyed civilization with their own hands.

The sun slowly rose from the east, there was still no trace of fire on the green grass, the four of them took turns to rest, Wang Sheng had just fallen asleep, there was a huge pain in his hand, Wang Sheng screamed and woke up from the dream, his entire palm was cut off by Cheng Hao, and blood was still spraying on his wrist.

Wang Sheng covered his chest and scolded, and stuffed a capsule into Wang Sheng's mouth with a bald head: "He is doing this for your good!

Although only one hand was cut off, it was no different from the pain of a broken arm, Wang Sheng gritted his teeth, and the pain was so painful that his mouth was almost to the root of his ears.

Cheng Hao showed a hateful smile and said sarcastically, "Does it hurt?"

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and replied, "Why don't you try it too!"

Cheng Hao laughed: "I'll tell you first, if your finger will turn black tomorrow, then you have to cut it off!"

Wang Sheng shouted: "If you want to cut you, I'd rather die than cut it?"

The day of idleness passed quickly, after the sun went down, it fell in the sky again, drizzling, at midnight, Wang Sheng and the four of them continued to watch three-dimensional horror movies, the same storyline, after watching it for a long time, they naturally became numb, and the feeling of fear was gone, but the heart-rending wailing stimulated their eardrums, so that they could not rest, so they could only sit in the room and wait silently for the end of all this.

Everything outside returned to calm, Wang Sheng looked at his two fingers, and shook them proudly in front of the three of them: "See, there are no black spots!"

There was no trace of excitement on Leng Ai's face, and she said coldly: "Let's talk about it after dawn!"

Wang Sheng felt a cool breeze on his back, and even if he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he didn't dare to sleep anymore, for fear that Cheng Hao would cut his fingers in his sleep.

The waiting time is always so difficult, Wang Sheng felt that it had been a long time, and the sky was slowly flooding with morning glow, Wang Sheng looked at his fingers, his face was full of helplessness.

Cheng Hao gently touched the blade: "Do you choose to obediently stretch out your hand, or let me solve it with violence?"

Wang Sheng secretly smiled bitterly, and helplessly stretched out his hand in front of Cheng Hao, his head twisted to the side, and his eyes were closed. If this black spot follows him forever, then he will be extremely miserable for the rest of his life, and the first thing he wakes up every morning is to cut off two fingers, and if this is the case, he might as well die.

For several days on end, the mission did not make the slightest progress, doing the same thing every day, and when night came, they watched a free stereoscopic thriller movie. When the sun rose from the sea level, Wang Sheng helplessly stretched out his palm. Repeating such torture every day, Wang Sheng couldn't bear it, and Cheng Hao couldn't bear it, he didn't have the intention to ridicule Wang Sheng, and numbly cut Wang Sheng's fingers.

Wang Sheng looked at the bloody palm, and looked at Cheng Hao helplessly: "Let's watch history repeat itself every day, and when we finish reading, we will chop off my hand, and let's just mess it up, right?"

Cheng Hao was also very upset in his heart, and replied angrily: "You ask me, who will I ask!"

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly: "See, who is lucky with me, I can grow two new fingers every day." ”

"Yes!" Cheng Hao stretched his waist and said, "In a few days, I can be a surgeon......

The bald head suddenly got up from the ground: "Did you find it, the birdman never appeared again." ”

Cheng Hao put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and scolded: "It's good if it's dead, can you sleep, can't sleep and get out, you have to listen to that group of evil ghosts screaming at night! I'm so fucking fed up!"

As the sun slowly set in the west, Wang Sheng looked out the window at the afterglow and yawned. The night is approaching, and within an hour, the thriller movie will be staged again.

The bald head touched the oily head and said: "It's been almost twenty days, we haven't done anything, I feel that this task is going to be in vain, why don't we go?"

Wang Sheng stretched out his thumb and praised: "Yes, bald head, you are the smartest! I raise my hands to agree with your idea!"

Cheng Hao laughed and said, "What's the matter? After cutting your fingers for a few days, I'm scared of you?!"

Wang Sheng pulled out the knife: "Try to cut you, let you also taste the feeling of cutting your fingers!" As he spoke, Wang Sheng grabbed Cheng Hao's arm.

Cheng Hao withdrew his hand vigorously, but Wang Sheng held it tightly, and Cheng Hao showed a minion-like smile: "Brother Sheng, don't! Isn't this good for you? Just when I didn't say whether it's good or not, if you cut me, I won't care about you tomorrow......"

Wang Sheng grabbed Cheng Hao's hand reluctantly: "Come on, don't shrink back! I'll let you taste it too!

The bald head laughed: "What kind of leaf does that neuropathic doctor cut people?Oh yes, the prefrontal lobe, now Cheng Hao is also a neuropathic doctor, cutting people's fingers every day!"

Leng Ai clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Yes, I forgot all about it!"

Wang Sheng and Cheng Hao were still messing around, and when they heard Leng Ai's words, they were both stunned, and asked in unison, "What did you think of?"

Leng Yi smiled: "Are you in a hurry? I'm not in a hurry, so I won't tell you!"

No matter how they asked Leng Ai, she just didn't say it, just after the evening, the fire burned again, Leng Ai said unhurriedly: "Let's go, let's go out for a walk?"

The bald head exclaimed, "Now, it's haunted out there! Don't tell me, here's what you came up with!"

Wang Sheng said timidly: "Yes, this is a haunting, not a joke!"

Leng Ai smiled slightly: "This is the method I came up with." If you don't want to go out and the mission is guaranteed to fail, then it's better for us to leave here tomorrow, and then you can get up every morning and cut your fingers to play!"

At the thought of cutting his fingers, Wang Sheng couldn't help but shudder, hugged Leng Ai's shoulders and walked out of the door, his bald head touched his shiny head, and said to himself with a puzzled expression: "Can you really find clues when you go out?"