As for what the solution is, it's simple.

To put it in one sentence, it is to make a miracle with great force, simple and crude.

While Alesa fantasized about how she was going to kill the filth of the neighborhood tonight, York's attention returned to the notebook in front of him.

After knowing the truth of this world, he is actually already doing targeted actions.

First: Have the upper echelons of humanity been taken away by this non-mere filth?

Second: what exactly are these dirty things, what means do they have, and do they know each other's identities?

Thirdly: what exactly is the source of this dirty thing, and what is the birth.

York's hands on the keyboard of his notebook in front of him had turned into afterimages, and the sound of crackling was continuous at this moment, never stopping for half a second.

First of all, through investigation and field exploration, he came to the conclusion that the upper echelons of the human race were not all taken away by these filthy things.

I don't know if these dirty things are because they don't want to be too obvious, or if they are a backhand that has been discovered by humans to be abnormal, leaving some normal humans behind.

Of course, the de facto bosses and leaders of these human tops are still filthy stuff in wolf's clothing.

Presidents are all dirty, and what is impossible.

But as long as it's not all taken away, then it's all fine.

York's book screen is stuck on a high-level profile.

Dino LeBlanc.

Age: 58 years old.

The top of the head is smooth, but the face looks shrewd and capable.

The position is a senior senator in the Senate.

The country's political system is similar to that of previous lives, including the real world.

The Senate is the legislative body of the country, and like the House of Representatives, it is one of the two houses of its Congress, and is also known as the upper house.

Personnel appointments of the government, foreign affairs treaties. Peace and war-declaring treaties only need to be voted on by the Senate, so if the president's party wants to govern smoothly, it is the most important thing for the president's party to win a majority in the Senate.

So this position is already not low,

According to the survey, Dino LeBlanc has a good reputation among the people, and is a typical grassroots background, from the last political participation in prestigious universities to his current position.

This person is the object of his choice after investigation.

As for what the object is, it is the one who is responsible for telling all the truth to the human beings.

This is a crucial step, but it can't be done until Alaisa has trapped all of humanity in the inner world.

Of course, if this guy is a traitor, then what awaits him is a dead end, and York will not be soft on anyone, if he is in a hurry, he dares to fight with the dedication of a large number of human casualties, and fight with those dirty things.

York silently noted down the man's current position, what he was doing, and then continued with a bang.

The conclusion of the first point has come out.

The conclusion of the second point is that these dirty things have an unconventional system, and seem to be able to identify and know each other by some nature or by some means and senses.

At the same time, it is also a thing of the same nature as a ghost, and the seizure and possession are the same, and the actual result is not much different, the same is to take away other people's bodies for their own use.

It's just that this dirty thing seems to be a regular ability, which is stronger than a ghost thing, I don't know how many times, as long as you take a knife and gently cut a wound, you can complete the seizure by touching.

However, the dirty thing lacks the extraordinary ability of the ghost thing, and the means are limited to human beings, and it is determined by the person it possesses, that is to say, after taking away, to some extent, it is no different from humans, except that there is an additional rule ability to take away.

The conclusion of the second point has come out, but he has not yet figured out the conclusion of the third point.

But it also seems to have something to do with humans.

As the saying goes, after the death of a human being, if the resentment and obsession are not gone, it will become a gui, and this is said in the past life and in the real world.

But the world does not say this, but thinks that ghosts are a new species like animals.

This made York feel quite awkward, and through investigation and observation, he finally found that the dirty thing also seemed to be related to human death.

"Isn't that the equivalent of a ghost?" Yorkes thought to himself, but he didn't have much to worry about, as long as it wasn't endless, it wasn't endless.

Of course, the information revealed by the random mission also let York know that the amount of these dirty things is limited, and it can be eliminated, rather than a continuous stream, and nothing can be cleaned up.

The hands on top of the notebook stopped, and Yorks only felt his thoughts clear, and he glanced at the plan on the screen of the notebook, and then closed the notebook.

When Alesa seemed to be aware of it, stopped fantasizing, and looked over, she looked out the window at the sun that was about to fall.

"Alesa, it's almost time, it's time to get started."

Hearing this, Alesa grinned, showing her big white teeth, and nodded violently.

"Yes, Uncle York."

——

Time is ticking.

The sun is setting in the west, the sky is dyed red with golden and orange afterglow, and the whole land, including the apartment complexes of the VK community, are implicated.

At sunset, the silhouettes of the buildings are clearly visible, creating beautiful silhouettes, casting long shadows on the walls and on the streets, where passers-by walk from work or out for a walk or dog.

The overall atmosphere is peaceful, and this atmosphere is also pervasive in the apartment complex in the VK community.

Room 406, apartment building 2.

A man appeared on the balcony, staring condescendingly at passers-by walking on the street below, expressionless.

If someone looked closely at his eyes, they would feel creepy and their hairs stirred.

Because this man's gaze is exactly the same as that of a human looking at the food on the table, and his upper and lower body are stained with blood.

Blood flowed from his clothes all the way to the clean balcony floor, and there was a cruelty in the scarlet.

The man stood on the balcony and watched for a few minutes, then walked back.

It's long gone in the living room.

The walls, including the couch and coffee table, as well as the TV, were all scarlet blood.

On the floor of the most terrifying living room lay two piles of flesh and blood, not human-shaped.

One big and one small.

The long hair could be faintly seen in the large lump of flesh, which was a woman, and the small one, judging by the shape of the clothes, was a child.

The man walked over and kicked his feet expressionlessly, kicking away the small lump of flesh in front of him, as if he felt an eyesore.

With a pop, the inhuman-shaped lump of meat was kicked to the side of the TV and hit the big lump of meat.

Perspective: The body of these two meat balls is along the upper edge, and there is a picture frame on the table where the TV is placed.

The photo shows a family of three, a man and a woman standing behind a boy, and the three of them face the camera with very bright smiles.

You can feel from their smiles that this is a happy family.

"Hey," the man in the photo picked up the bloodstained hand on the coffee table and dialed a number.

"Nelson?"

When the sound of the mobile phone came, the man sat on the coffee table covered with blood and spoke.

"It's me, Gastin, do me a favor, I've found a new toy."

"Huh? Help? "The voice coming from the phone is the same temperature, but with a little doubt.

"That toy feels dangerous to me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it myself." Nelson looked at the two fleshy lumps with only indifference in his eyes.

"It's not just you, I might have to find Marcelo and them."

"Chet!" There was a scolding on the phone.

In room 206 in apartment No. 2, a man sat at the dining table and scolded.

"Nelson, you're a fk shame."

As he spoke, the man named Gasteen looked at the woman standing in the kitchen with a cold gaze, and slammed the bowl on the dining table.

“fk！ If you haven't done it in three minutes, you're dead! ”

The bowl smashed into the woman's trembling body, and the woman's blue nose and swollen face showed a painful expression, but she didn't dare to shout, so she could only grit her teeth and speed up the cooking, and tears kept flowing from her eyes.

As soon as this scolding came out, the sound of hanging up came from the mobile phone.

Nelson's indifferent expression appeared strange for the first time, his face twitched a few times, and finally chose to endure it, the other party's origin was much stronger than him, and it was the same kind that could directly devour him.

It's true that they are of the same kind, but they are destined to be strong and weak as soon as they are born, and yes, they can also devour each other, and the strong devour the weak.

The most lethal point is that their lifespan is closely related to the host, even if the host is seriously injured and dying before the seizure, they can take it and will quickly recover from the host's fatal injury, but after the successful seizure, as long as the host is really dead, they will also die.

And the body that has been taken away cannot be regained.

So if you want to live forever, it is inevitable to devour each other.

The reason why the human race has survived so far is that the meaning of human existence is to prevent them from killing each other, otherwise the human race would have perished long ago.

"Like that man's body, it looks strong and healthy, and it should live a long time." Nelson couldn't help but think of York, remembered his burly figure, and subconsciously licked his lips with blood stains,

He then made several phone calls in a row, and the protagonists of the conversation basically lived in an apartment complex.

"Whew."

After making these calls, Nelson couldn't help but exhale, got up from the coffee table and walked down the bloody path towards the second bedroom.

The second bedroom is ordinary, but it has all the organs, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Nelson, however, walked straight to the cabinet over there, opened it, crouched down and reached inside, and in a few moments fumbled for a black box.

Nelson placed the black box on the ground and opened it to reveal the guns and sharp knives inside.

It only needs the man named York not to die, even if he is about to die, as long as it goes in, it can all go back to normal.

Nelson thought as he began to sort out the contents of the box, obviously it had a weapon, but it still needed to call a helper, which showed how much pressure that man brought to it, so this kind of superb body, it was bound to obtain, even if it was at the cost of paying a little origin for those few of the same kind to devour.

The clatter sound sounded in the second bedroom, and it didn't take long for Nelson to finish assembling the weapon in his hand.

But the light outside also dimmed, and it could only get up and press the switch to the side.

Although they regard humans as food and toys, they are still confined to the scope of human beings, and are basically no different from humans except for their ability to take away, including knowledge and emotions.

It's as if they were some kind of parasite that could only parasitize on human beings, absorbing the knowledge and wealth of their creation.

This made Nelson, who felt like he was already on top, feel sick.

He gritted his gums, ready to continue picking up the knives in the box and equipping them, but suddenly, he suddenly noticed something strange in his peripheral vision.

"Huh? Why is it fogging? ”

In Nelson's eyes, a few wisps of mist suddenly drifted into the open window, and he frowned and muttered to himself.

"It doesn't seem like there are foggy conditions today."

Thinking of this, Nelson picked up the gun in his hand and strode out the window.

Before he could get past it, he saw a few more gray snowflakes drifting into the window with the breeze blowing.

This is especially strange because Nelson made a cognitive error for the first time.

"Snow? How can there be snow in the summer season? ”

He was a little confused, strode to the window, and the next second his eyes instantly widened.

I saw that the outside world had changed,

It's no longer the usual and bustling city.

In front of me was a world of only gray and white colors, and the buildings that had been towering into the sky were all gray and white at this time, and the eyes kept extending forward and could not see anything, and the eyes were all white, as if they were shrouded in white tones.

There was no figure, no sound, no color, as if it were the only one left in the world.

Nelson subconsciously looked down in a daze, and the street below was also covered with a layer of gray-white things, like a snowy road in a snowy time.

Snowflakes were falling from the gray-white sky, and the wind kept blowing into the window, Nelson looked up at these snowflakes, and couldn't help but reach out and catch a few snowflakes with his left hand, and crush them with his fingers.

"Ashes? What's going on? ”

Nelson muttered to himself as he looked at the black stains on his fingers.

"What's going on?"

Even if it thinks that human beings are food, and that it is the master and looks down on all human beings, it cannot understand the current situation, and it cannot understand it at all.

Just then, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

There was a rumble outside.

Nelson swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, picked up his gun, and walked over to the source of the sound.

I walked all the way to the main entrance, took a deep breath, and then dared to open the door and rush out with a gun in my hand.

The corridors, like the outside world, are all gray and white, and some of them are intimidating.

Even if it's it.

I thought there was something, but Nelson found that there was nothing under the gun.

The empty hallway was dead silent.

"Hey!"

Nelson looked back and forth and couldn't help but scream.

"Anyone!"

The sound echoed through the silent hallway, and there was a ripple of echo.

It's a pity that no one answered him, and some only the gray-and-white corridors have changed again.

The gray-white walls were covered with the same maroon, rotting and mottled color, including the hallway beneath his feet

(End of chapter)